Tag: London


David Guetta – Where Them Girls At Lyrics


Featuring: Flo Rida, Nicki Minaj

So many girls in here, where do I begin?
I see this one, I’m ’bout to go in
Then she said “I’m here with my friends”
She got me thinking, and that’s when I said

Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends

Hey, bring it on baby, all your friends
You’re the shit and I love that body
You wanna ball, explicit, I swear you’re good, I won’t tell nobody
You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it’s all women invited

Hairdos and nails, that Louie, Chanel all up in the party
President’s in my wallet, no rules I’m ’bout it
Blow the whistle for the hotties
I got it, shorty, it’s never too much, can’t be doing too much

Ten to one of me, I can handle that love
Outta of my reach, we can all get buzzed
Holla, ’cause I’m free to whatever, it’s no rush

So many boys in here, where do I begin?
I see this one, I’m ’bout to go in
Then he said “I’m here with my friends”
He got to thinking, and that’s when he said

Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends

Peebe, Peebe who’s Peabo Bryson
Two years ago I renewed my license
Anyway, why’d I start my verse like that

You can suck a dick, you can suck on a ballsack

No, no I don’t endorse that, p-p-pause that, a-a-abort that
Just the other day me go a London, saw dat, kids down the street
Paparazzi, all dat, hey, hey, what can I say?
Day day da-day day day day

Coming through the club all the girls in the back of me
This ain’t football why the f*ck they tryin’ tackle me?
Really, I pick dude at the bar like really
Looking like he wanna good time like, really
Said he had a friend for my home girl Lily, Lily, Lily, Lily

So many girls in here where do I begin
I see this one, I’m ’bout to go in
Then she said “I’m here with my friends”
She got me thinking, and that’s when I said

Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends

Day day da-day day day day
Day day da-day day day day
Day day da-day day day day

Yo, where my girls at uh, hmm, uh
Yo, where my girls tryna get to jumpin’

So many girls in here, where do I begin?
I see this one, I’m ’bout to go in
Then she said “I’m here with my friends”
She got me thinking, that’s when I said

Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
Where them girls at, girls at?
So go get them, we can all be friends


​J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK – l e t . g o . m y . h a n d Lyrics


[Chorus: J. Cole]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Verse: J. Cole]
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin’ substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin’
Let time provide a new prescription, givin’ truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with it
Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams
Today my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”
Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he’s equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’
I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’
Add to that a constant fear of dyin’
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’
Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin’ just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shit

[Chorus: J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Bridge: Bas]
Soldier’s song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won’t be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)
Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)
I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine
Soldier’s song

[Outro: Diddy]
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love


J. Cole – ​l e t . g o . m y . h a n d Lyrics


[Chorus: J. Cole]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Verse: J. Cole]
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin’ substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin’
Let time provide a new prescription, givin’ truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with it
Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams
Today my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”
Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he’s equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’
I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’
Add to that a constant fear of dyin’
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’
Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin’ just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shit

[Chorus: J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Bridge: Bas]
Soldier’s song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won’t be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)
Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)
I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine
Soldier’s song

[Outro: Diddy]
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love


Bob Marley 40 Years After Death Personal Doctor Suspects Foul Play


Today (May 11th) marks 40 years since Bob Marley’s death, and to this day, his legacy still lives on in the hearts of his many fans across the globe. His impact was so great that, to date, he still has one of the best-selling albums of all time. His greatest hits compilation, Legend, which was released in 1984, has sold over 11 million copies in the U.S. and has spent nearly 300 weeks on the Billboard 200.

Bob Marley died of acral lentiginous melanoma on May 11, 1981, after being diagnosed in 1977. At the time of his death and for many years after, many fans believed that he was purposefully injected with cancer. It’s a theory that many fervent fans still believe. A recent interview that his personal physician, Dr. Carlton “Pee Wee” Fraser, had with Jamaica Observer may lend some credence to their theory.

He believes that Bob Marley may have been injected with the disease a little while after the assassination attempt at Hope Road. In fact, he added that he believed he is aware of the method of delivery. Most people believe that Marley’s woes started after a football injury but Dr Fraser believes differently. He believes that Marley’s troubles all started with the gift of a pair of sneakers.

“After the attempt to murder him at Hope Road when he was shot, Bob retreated to the hills. A few days later he was given a pair of sneakers. When he tried it on a needle went into his big toe and it was so hard to get it out. He then went on tour and when he was in London the toe got worse and it was said they would have to amputate the leg at the hip,” he said. When this was told to Bob Marley, he insisted that he speak with his own doctor. Dr. Fraser then began researching different techniques that would not require amputation.

“We were in New York because I was not licensed to work in the US and had to work through another doctor. After my presentation, they then suggested that it be amputated below the knee. I did not agree and so the decision was taken to remove the malignant area from the toe,” he explained. After that, the doctor sought out a specialist to verify that the procedure had been a success.

“Her exact words were: ‘Fantastic, you have a clear margin of five millimetres, and in some cases seven millimetres around the tumour, so there is no evidence of spread.’ So we had cured Bob as the cancer in his toe had not spread, and everything was fine,” Fraser recalled.

That’s just one of the reasons that he believes the reggae icon might have been deliberately infected. He shared another instance later in Marley’s life that he thinks led to his final diagnosis. He explained that after the procedure, Bob Marley went back on tour but began to have very strange maladies like nose bleeds and headaches. This was when he was told that cancer from his toe had spread throughout his body. He said he was in disbelief at this point because “we had done all the technical scans and X-rays to make sure there was no evidence of cancer in his toe. According to him, “they definitely know what they did.”

He believes the second instance of Marley being infected came during his tour to promote the Uprising album.

“The guy who handled the lighting for all Bob’s shows said during that tour he was not allowed to work on the lighting. He said for that whole time Bob complained about how hot the lights were and the fact that they burned his skin,” he revealed. Marley pressed on, probably driven by his ideals and his belief that he had a message to spread. That was until September 1980, when just before playing football in Central Park, he collapsed. After Fraser went To New York and various tests were conducted, Marley was told that he had two weeks to live.

That’s when Fraser suggested that the reggae star fly to West Germany to be part of some groundbreaking treatment from Dr. Josef Issels. Fraser discovered Dr. Issels after he saw a newspaper advertisement about his innovative ways of treating cancer. He made contact, and the German physician agreed to take Marley on as a patient, where he stayed for seven months. Things looked good from that point, for a little while. Fraser admitted he was hopeful as Marley seemed on the road to recovery.

“Within weeks of Dr Issels’ treatment Bob was showing signs of recovery. Through the electromagnetic machines the size of the tumours in his brain and lungs were reducing. Bob was improving, his body was responding fantastic to it,” he said.

Fraser explained that before the treatment, the “Three Little Birds” singer could hardly walk but while in Germany, he was doing so well that he wanted to get up and play football. “When we were going up the stairs at first I would go up two steps and then wait for Bob to catch up. Within three weeks he was running up the steps. The nosebleeds and headaches had stopped,” he added.

As time passed, an open laparotomy showed that the tumor was now just a lining in his stomach walls. To Fraser, this meant that the therapy was reversing his cancer. He believed that he was definitely on the road to recovery. This is one of the reasons why he was so surprised to learn that Marley was going home. He wanted him to stay longer until the tumor had completely shrunk. He added, though, that he was not privy to the final meetings with Dr. Issels. It’s a decision that he still grapples with.

“I would not have made him leave Germany until there was no more evidence of cancer, which was definitely disappearing. I would say another month or so of the treatment would have done it as all the complex symptomology associated with the tumours had disappeared. I wanted him to stay there longer so that you would have to use a microscope to find even the scar tissue,” Fraser said.

Just before Marley’s death, Fraser left West Germany for London to deal with some issues there. Following his departure just seven days later, the jarring news came to him that Marley had died while en route to Jamaica at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Miami, Florida.

“I was dismantled. The news hit me hard. I was in London dealing with Twelve Tribes [of Israel] matters and a brother came and told me Bob had died. How is that? He was doing so well in Germany. Even if he was to die, it should not been so quickly. It was crazy. I could not believe,” Fraser shared with the Jamaica Observer.

The two had become close friends after meeting in 1975. Fraser is a past student of Wolmer’s Boys’ School and studied at Howard University in Washington DC. He met Marley after he joined the Twelve Tribes of Israel and became the organization’s doctor.

He would return to Jamaica to attend Marley’s funeral on May 21, 1981, at the National Arena in St Andrew. He would join over 30,000 people as they mourned the son of the soil who spread a message of peace and love while flying the Jamaican and Rastafarian colors high.

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Eric Church – Hippie Radio Lyrics


[Verse 1]
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
He was a young man then and I was a little fella
I’d play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but he’d sing at the top of his lungs

[Chorus 1]
“Carry On My Wayward Son” on the hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
And I was the band, and I would stand and we’d bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio

[Verse 2]
Can’t’ remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
But I’ll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I’d won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy’s mouth for makin’ fun of my car

[Chorus 2]

It was “White Wedding” and “Rebel Yell” on the hippie radio
I was a “Werewolf in London,” and she was “Lady Marmalade”‘s soul
And I’d crank the band, take her hand and we’d pull off back a road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and a hippie radio

[Verse 3]
Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song

[Chorus 3]
Cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
A-B-C, 1-2-3, don’t blink or he’ll be gone
And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, “I know”
A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl and a Pontiac
And a hippie radio


Rod Stewart – Born Loose Lyrics


Oowe, baby don’t you count on me
To be here when the sun goes down
‘Cause all those mean old friends of mine are calling
Calling way down the line

Somebody send me a one way ticket
Got to get away from here
Put me on a jet back to London city
Gotta get a belly full of beer, oh yeah

Smile for the camera, please mind your manner
You’ve got to keep your image clean
Clench your fist and don’t you take the piss
Makes you wanna slash your wrist

Stand up, shut up, sit down, throw up
All I wanna do is sing
Responsibility and fidelity
Never meant a thing to me

I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off child
Can’t change me now

I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off me baby
‘Cause you’re too late, too late

Big bombs are crashin’
Never stop clashin’
Wanting every woman in town

Some tried to train me
One tried to maim me
But you can’t keep a good man down

Church bells ringin’, all the kids singin’
When we played the last date on the tour
Janis and Jimi, can’t you hear me
Knockin’ on heaven’s door

Born loose
Was born loose, baby
Slow me down
You can’t slow me down

I was born loose
Born loose, born loose
Wrong side of my mama
Wrong side of my daddy
Wrong side of the tracks

I was born loose, baby
Born loose
Can’t change me now
Can’t change me now

‘Cause you’re too late now
Too late now
Too late now, baby
Too late now

C’mon to change me now
Never change me now
Born loose, born loose


Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna – Solid Lyrics


[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, slip, slide, tryna provide for me, for me (Woo), for me
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 1: Drake]
Revin’ the engine, woah
City dependin’, I gotta finish it
I want opinions, yeah, she want a demon, yeah
She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah
Something’s that’s dangerous
I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah
I want it painted, yeah
She quick to say, “No” ’cause she know she a diamond, yeah
She gettin’ quiet, she on a diet, she want a massage, yeah
Tryna get intimate, bank account never diminishin’, yeah
Niggas are changing they images, yeah
Niggas act hard but they innocent
Hop in a tank and move militant, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Drake]
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Trunk on the engine
I’m on a mission, the Bronco two-fifty, I’m matchin’ the vision
I got ’em excited, know it’s been a lil’ minute
I left her delighted, man, I love all the Chrome Hearts
These suckers despise it
The touch is the Midas
She said, “Fuck me and cum,” I just do it like Loverboy Nike
Ordered the jet just for you and your friends
I chauffeur you ’round in that big body Benz
Got a lil’ bitch that came up from nothing
We shoppin’ in London and doin’ it big
Been in private but we out in public, I know we the topic for you and your kids
Life monopoly, goin’ broke, not an option
If they could’ve stopped it, they would’ve been did
They would’ve been did, she could be the wig
Don’t play with my head, you test my emotions
Don’t be textin’ my phone every day, I’ma leave it on read
I’m diggin’ and strokin’
My new bitch pussy wet like a ocean, I need a new spread
The solid one chosen
Young Gun’ Wunna stay focused, I can’t let ’em put me on edge

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
No, they can’t put me on edge
I just bust down my wrist and it’s rose gold and it’s ahead
I just put pointers on fifties
I just counted ten million, all cash, and got head from the feds
Woo, yeah, I just told ’em if he play then we stoppin’ the growth of they dreads (Stoppin’)
I just had talk with the peppermint, post it, I’m never gon’ drop ’em this year (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Feel the panoramic doors, we got fours and deuces, toast
I’m the big dog of my coast (Woah)
Micro, minis with the scopes (Uh)
Ain’t tellin’ this bitch my goals (My goals)
Had to live in that, the Metro (Metro)
I’ma peep, but a player not poor (Yeah)
I been thinkin’ ’bout selling my soul (Woo)
Take me out the country and drop me in apartments, she won’t see me cry
I just put macaroni cheese in my pocket, it came with the sides
I just put twenty mill’ inside a escrow, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your life
You had a bust’, but that shit was too little, I promise you never was hot


London On Da Track Gifted Summer Walker Rare Tesla Model X For Her Birthday


“Beep, Beep! Is that our bestie in a tessie?” London On Da Track has gifted his girlfriend, singer Summer Walker a Tesla Model X, making her recent birthday an “unforgettable” one.

In a video posted on social media, the 25-year-old “Girls Need Love” singer is surrounded by family and friends who cheer as she embraces London On Da Track before sitting in her brand-new vehicle. The Tesla is being noted as one of a kind, and in her onlooker’s word, “They don’t even know. This ain’t no regular Tesla right here. Aye this the mother****ing Ludicrous one. This ain’t the regular s**t.”

The video was captioned, “This was literally the best birthday I’ve ever had. I don’t even celebrate my birthday lol this man had to drag me out the house. Told me we were going to a simple dinner but I end up getting surprised by all my closest friends and fam.”

Summer Walker had made known in the past that she is an introvert, so something this grand is definitely out of her depth. However, she was moved to tears by the experience in the video clip. It seems we must also commend London for paying keen interest to the things that Summer likes, such as vegan food and trap music.

“Everything was so beautiful & thoughtful from the décor, the flower cake, all the vegan food, the gifts, the trap music, the celeb birthday vids lol everything was just so perfect. Thank you so much @landonondatrack I’ll never forget this birthday,” she expressed.

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Summer Walker and the 30-year-old Atlanta producer first started dating in 2019. Walker gained popularity in the music industry that year when she released her debut studio album “Over It,” produced by London On Da Track. The couple has been on and off since, with their fair share of ups and downs.

The couple welcomed their first child together late last month after Summer Walkers’ pregnancy announcement on Instagram back in November.

Although the producer was already the father to two children from previous relationships, this didn’t stop him from enjoying the special moment of welcoming his new baby girl as if it was his first.

He wrote, “From the first time I held you in my arms I knew you were special.” I’m overwhelmed wit Joy I Can’t even [cap]. This Allah’s best birthday gift to me… priceless moments u can value forever….. @summerwalker this gift I can cherish [for life].”

The “Playing Games” singer, despite their issues, has always been spoiled by London. She has been given a bevy of gifts a number of times by the producer, one of the most memorable being a huge teddy bear and flowers during a surprise visit on stage as she performed in 2019. That was following a lovers spat, and his grand gesture did indeed win back her heart.

Now, the couple and new parents seem head over heels for each other as they continue to love one another loudly and proudly. Happy birthday, Summer Walker!

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Mud Sun – Mine The Gap Lyrics


Check the lyrical adventure as I’m travel writing with a sense of rhythm
I’m as sensitive as vikings when inviting heads to listen
To this abstract expressionist rap
Like Jackson Pollock
When he spreads the pigment
This is Baba Brinkman on the Underground in London, England
Surrounded by the sound of competition causing constant friction
A lot of guys probably tryin’ to strive for the top positions in their offices
And on this ride their eyes are mono vision
Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens probably thinkin’
“Ima get my knob licked by all these women, once I’ve got the auspicious job description
Plus the cars and riches for the proper proposition”
And I’m thinking all these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training
Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous
And without the enormous wallet and other resources
All I can offer is locked in my cortex
Like the knowledge that the starving artist can rock your entire corpus
Like wild horses that never let you settle for a child’s portion
But I ain’t sittin’ on the train stunned like James Blunt
So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap

Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap

Please stand clear of the closing doors

The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse

The next stop is Marble Arch
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors

On this public transit labyrinth in London
I’m standing on the subway crammed in
With a bunch of other with a bunch of other average companions
Then someone Islamic steps onto the carriage
Clutching a lumpy package and everybody panics
So we gotta stop the train and wait for the cops to come
And confiscate his Double Club Sandwich
I got my iPod on watching bumping Cut Chemist
As they let him off with a warning
And now he’s got a suspended sentence
And it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s innocent
Like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren
But that never prevented these British citizens from letting their suspicions
Get the better of their stiff upper lips

And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice just this once
To protect the parents of their kids
And now I just missed my connection
And I was on my way to meet up with this lady
So that I could try to get some
Feminine affection
But instead, I’m directionless
Like the rest of my generation
So instead of wasting my free time chasing a feline
I spend the day at a demonstration at the train station
Waving a Peace sign

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap

Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap

Please stand clear of the closing doors

The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse

Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors

Underfoot, underground cultures cross fertilize
I stand under a dirty sign and watch bodies hurtle by
Behind glass etched with the tags of graf artists
Who see the works work the circuit of the circle line
Bags are snatched
Other bags hang under worker’s eyes
Bags full of blues, coffee and overtime
We stare at each others shoes
‘Cause shoes designate a certain pride
We’ve all bought the merchandise
And when the train stops at Totteridge & Whetstone
We all look up and watch a nervous guy get off his bench
And get in line and step in
Let’s call him Kevin
Blushing at the couple showing signs of affection
Kevin sits and tries to hide his erection
Behind a paperback entitled “Pride and Perfection”
Hunched spine like a question, he wants to chat
But people are unreachable across the gap
The gap between the seats which allows passengers to read
The Metro without touching knees with the next bloke
The gap between the dweeb with their legs closed
And the pin striped white collar fiending to get coke
Up in the gap between the office and the strip club
Hopin’ it ends in a cocktail and a dick rub
It’s the gap between a man that enters with a pimp strut
And the lady reading “Heat” that wants a nip and tuck
All citizens of the world just different hair-dos
Step across the gap bruv
I dare you
Credits


Lil’ Krystalll – +44 Lyrics


[Текст песни «+44»]

[Интро]
— Почему-то в среду вечером все спят
— Угу-угу, а как у тя дела?
— У меня дела отлично, а ты в Лондоне?
— Почему голос грустный?
— Мне грустно, потому что ты не отвечаешь на мой вопрос

[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Куплет]
Не ношу дерьма в трусах, статья растёт по граммам
Бро был в СИЗО, смотрел ТВ, он не пойдёт обратно
Да, я замешан, да, я в центре, не могу соврать вам
Моя кровь как яд, мой cup как кровь — это железные факты
Сто тысяч лиц, шея вся в ледышках, ты всё также бедный
Мы с самой грязи, London city показал, где деньги
Забавно видеть, как толпа хочет ворваться в небо
Мой бро купил крипту на high, теперь он ждёт свой Lambo
Эй, broski, я там был в семнадцатом, сгорели бабки
Потом Dark Web нас стал кормить, мы стали делать пачки
Ш-ш-ш, что? Сплетни оставлю пташкам
Я люблю цифры девять-пять, за свои Air Max'ы (Алло)
(Слушай) So fly, как медик, shank в штанах порезал ноги (Е)
Прыгнул на glide, собрал очки без Insta Story
На-на Opel, словно Uber Driver ездит кореш
Broski, он в маске за рулём, мы dodge’им COVID
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)

Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Аутро]
— Ясно всё с тобой


Heinz Rudolf Kunze – Lola Lyrics


Ich traf sie in 'nem Imbiß in Dortmund-Nord
Es roch stark nach Schaschlik und 'n bißchen nach Abort
Und sie hieß Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich sagte: Darf ich bitten oder woll'n wir erst tanzen?
Sie wurde rot und rührte wie ertappte Emanzen
In ihrer Cola
C.O.L.A. Cola lalalala Lola

Nun seh ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger –
Ich führe, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich blöd, aber so blöd bin ich nicht:
Sie hatte Haare auf den Zähnen und auch mitten im Gesicht
Oh meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Lalalala Lola

Wir tranken und kamen uns langsam abhanden
An der Neonröhre hingen vergammelte Girlanden
Wenn ich umfiel, baute sie mich immer wieder auf
Bis sie sagte: So, mein Sohn, jetzt gehn wir zu mir rauf!
Wenn ich voll bin, bin ich kein Fall für Carmen
Doch sie nahm mich untern Arm, sie kannte kein Erbarmen
Meine Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola

Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Ich schrie: Laß mich gehn!
Sie wollte nicht verstehn
Sie sagte: Nicht mit mir!
Ich sagte: Gut dann eben nicht
Und bestellte noch Bier
Ist das nun Liebe oder ist das nur ein schwacher Trost?
Ich sage immer was ich denke und ich sagte: Prost
Auf dein Spezielles, Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Girls heißen Alf und Boys heißen George
Nicht nur in London sondern jetzt auch schon in Dortmund-Nord
Und er hieß Lola
Lalalala Lola

Ich war gerade erst zuhause ausgezogen
Ich hatte noch niemals meine Mami belogen
Lola lächelte nur und faßte mich an
Und sagte: Ich bin es längst – heut wirst auch du ein Mann!

Ich werd gern zur Brust genommen, also bin ich wohl einer
Ganz sicher bin ich nicht, doch das ist ja heute keiner
Höchstens Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola lalalala Lola
Lola (laß gut sein Günter
Ich muß noch fahrn) lalalala Lola
Lalalala Lola


Don McLean – Run, Diana Run Lyrics


Paroles de la chanson Run Diana Run :
London calling, run Diana run

Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

Oh well there once was a princess
Who lived a fairy tale
Her love was very strong
Her heart was very frail

The camera really loved her
Oh she always caused a stir!
She dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
I said she dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her

The camera shot her every day
In fact it shot her dead
They never really touched her
Just took her soul instead
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

The lens is in focus
The flash is really hot
Man, they swarm around like locusts
Just to get a better shot
She's such a public figure
I'll bet they just can't get enough
The princess has it easy
The readers have it tough!
I say the princess has it easy
The readers have it tough

They like to feed on fantasy

Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat

Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
They like to feed on fantasy
Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat

Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

Photographers can kill you
The camera is their gun
They shoot their victim down
And then they start to run
It's just assassination
With aperture and flash
But it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash!
I said it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash!

The princess never found herself
Except on tabloid pages
You can be killed at certain times
By photographic rages
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic


Style Council – Homebreakers Lyrics


Good morning day, how do you do?
I wonder, what will you do for me?
I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
I should be all the things that I’m not

And I’ve tried on my own, now there’s nothing to keep me at home
Like my brother has too, gotta leave to get out of this view
You see, they tell you to move around
If you can’t find work in your own town

As I rise from my bed, I can hear the old man
Blaming heaven and Mother for this
30 Years with one firm, 13 months redundant
Yes, I’d say, that’s unlucky for some

Now our tears fall like rain, as my mother walks me to my train
With a kiss and a wave, “Come home weekends” that’s if I can save
I swear, I’ll take it out on the man
Who ever devised this economy plan

All the love in the world
Can’t put dinner on the table
All the hate that I feel
No love could put right

Good morning day, how do you do?
I wonder, what will you do for me?
I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
I should be all the things that I’m not

And I’ve tried on my own, now there’s nothing to keep me at home
All the love and the strength has been taken by this government
You see they tell you to move around
If you can’t find work in your own town

Father’s in the kitchen, counting out coins
Mother’s in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys
One is in London looking for a job
The other’s in Whitehall, looking for those responsible


Skylar Grey – The Devil Made Me Do It Lyrics (feat. B.o.b)


See you at the courthouse tomorrow
Gonna be some dark days to follow
Gonna tell me what I know, I know
f*cking right, I steal, beg and borrow
Onomatopoeia my sorrow
Click, click, bang, boom, oh

There’s blood on my pillow and I know it was evil
But I’m down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done ’cause

The devil made me do it
Yeah, don’t put that shit on me
I said the devil made me do it
I got a 45 in the bible
The devil made me do it
When the good Lord let me on down
The devil made me do it, ah
The devil made me do it, yeah

Washing down the pain with a benzo
Tryna fit a body in my Enzo
The devil made me do it
When the pieces of my broken heart are sharper than a shard of glass
Nothing I can do to save you, sorry but it’s all out of my hands

That’s a sign
And I got your bitch on demon time
Clout chaser, she won’t top me off till I go live

Motorbike shorty, that’s my vibe
Do it in a section, f*ck the line, yeah
6-6-6, I’m out in London, call ’em Austin Powers umm
Then we fly them [?] in here out from Broward umm
That head educated, probably went to Howard umm
Contemplating millions off of cauliflower
Hmmm after hours
Give me demon, demon till I sleep, sleep
Devil made me do it

I’m down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done ’cause (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)

The devil made me do it (Yeah)
Yeah, don’t put that shit on me (Don’t put that shit on me, don’t put that shit on me)
I said the devil made me do it
I got a 45 in the bible (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The devil made me do it
When the good Lord let me on down
The devil made me do it, ah
The devil made me do it, yeah

Washing down the pain with a benzo
Tryna fit a body in my Enzo
The devil made me do it


Dalriada – A Walesi Bardok 1 Lyrics


Edward király, angol király
Léptet fakó lován:
Hadd látom, úgymond, mennyit ér
A velszi tartomány.

Van-e ott folyó és földje jó?
LegelQin fq kövér?
Használt-e a megöntözés:
A pártos honfivér?

S a nép, az istenadta nép,
Ha oly boldog-e rajt’
Mint akarom, s mint a barom,
Melyet igába hajt?

Felség! valóban koronád
Legszebb gyémántja Velsz:
Földet, folyót, legelni jót,
Hegy-völgyet benne lelsz.

S a nép, az istenadta nép
Oly boldog rajta, Sire!
KunyhóI mind hallgatva, mint
Megannyi puszta sir.

Edward király, angol király
Léptet fakó lován:
Körötte csend amerre ment,
És néma tartomány.

Montgomery a vár neve,
Hol aznap este szállt;
Montgomery, a vár ura,
Vendégli a királyt.

Vadat és halat, s mi jó falat
Szem-szájnak ingere,
SürgQ csoport, száz szolga hord,
Hogy nézni is tereh;

S mind, amiket e szép sziget
Ételt-italt terem;
S mind, ami bor pezsegve forr
Túl messzi tengeren.

Ti urak, ti urak! hát senkisem
Koccint értem pohárt?
Ti urak, ti urak!… ti velsz ebek!
Ne éljen Eduárd?

Vadat és halat, s mi az ég alatt
Szem-szájnak kellemes,
Azt látok én: de ördög itt
Belül minden nemes.

Ti urak, ti urak, hitvány ebek!
Ne éljen Eduárd?
Hol van, ki zengje tetteim –
ElQ egy velszi bárd!

Egymásra néz a sok vitéz,
A vendég velsz urak;
Orcáikon, mint félelem,
Sápadt el a harag.

Szó bennszakad, hang fennakad,
Lehellet megszegik. –
Ajtó megQl fehér galamb,
Psz bárd emelkedik.

Itt van, király, ki tetteidet
Elzengi, mond az agg;
S fegyver csörög, haló hörög
Amint húrjába csap.

„Fegyver csörög, haló hörög,
A nap vértóba száll,
Vérszagra gyql az éji vad:
Te tetted ezt, király!

Levágva népünk ezrei,
Halomba, mint kereszt,

Hogy sírva tallóz aki él:
Király, te tetted ezt!”

Máglyára! el! igen kemény –
Parancsol Eduárd –
Ha! lágyabb ének kell nekünk;
S belép egy ifju bárd.

„Ah! lágyan kél az esti szél
Milford-öböl felé;
Szüzek siralma, özvegyek
Panasza nyög belé.

Ne szülj rabot, te szqz! anya
Ne szoptass csecsemQt!…”
S int a király. S elérte még
A máglyára menQt.

De vakmerQn s hivatlanúl
ElQáll harmadik;
Kobzán a dal magára vall,
Ez íge hallatik:

„Elhullt csatában a derék –
No halld meg, Eduárd:
Neved ki diccsel ejtené,
Nem él oly velszi bárd.

„Emléke sír a lanton még –
No halld meg, Eduárd:
Átok fejedre minden dal,
Melyet zeng velszi bárd.”

Meglátom én! – S parancsot ád
Király rettenetest:
Máglyára, ki ellenszegql,
Minden velsz énekest!

SzolgáI szét száguldanak,
Ország-szerin, tova.
Montgomeryben így esett
A híres lakoma. –

S Edvárd király, angol király
Vágtat fakó lován;
Körötte ég földszint az ég:
A velszi tartomány.

Ötszáz, bizony, dalolva ment
Lángsírba velszi bárd:
De egy se birta mondani
Hogy: éljen Eduárd. –

Ha, ha! mi zúg?… mi éji dal
London utcáin ez?
Felköttetem a lord-majort,
Ha bosszant bármi nesz!

Áll néma csend; légy szárnya bent,
Se künn, nem hallatik:
„Fejére szól, ki szót emel!
Király nem alhatik.”

Ha, ha! elQ síp, dob, zene!
Harsogjon harsona:
Fülembe zúgja átkait
A velszi lakoma…

Túl zenén, túl sípon-dobon,
Riadó kürtön át:
Ötszáz énekli hangosan
A vértanúk dalát.


Joan – Want U Back Lyrics


[Intro]
(Ba-ba-baby)

[Verse 1]
I didn’t want you in my mind
But here you are again
You came and knocked on my door, yeah
Last night at 3 AM (Baby)

[Pre-Chorus]
You tried to call me from home
I wouldn’t pick up the phone
I thought you needed time away (Time away)
Now that I look at your eyes
I’m back to all of those nights
Yeah, maybe you should just stay

[Chorus]
Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby
Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby

[Post-Chorus]
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)

[Verse 2]
I’m on a flight to London, I
Hope that I see you there
I shouldn’t be impulsive, but
I can’t let you go again (Go a-, go again)

[Pre-Chorus]
What’s going on in my head?
I’m hanging on by a thread
I shouldn’t need your company
But when I look at your eyes
I’m back to all of those nights
Yeah, let me take you away

[Chorus]
Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby

Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby

[Post-Chorus]
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)

[Bridge]
Oh, yeah
The way you called me “baby”
Got me feeling crazy (I want you, baby)
Oh, yeah
I hate it, but I want you
Nothing else I can do (I want you, baby)

[Chorus]
Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby
Is it bad
That I want you back-back
That I want you back
That I want-want-want, baby
Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby
Is it bad
That I want you back
That I want you back
That I want you, baby

[Post-Chorus]
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)
(I want you, I want you)
(I want you, baby)

[Outro]
Oh, yeah
The way you called me “baby”
Got me feeling crazy (Ba-ba-baby)
Oh, yeah
I hate it, but I want you
Nothing else I can do-do-do


Stray Kids – Airplane Lyrics


[Romanized:]

YAYA
Bihaenggi bihaenggi

Meolli tteona ollataja bihaenggi
Neowa na hamkke taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji

Okay eodideunji gaji jigu jeo kkeutkkaji
Haewa dari batong teochihan hu dasi haega tteul ttaekkaji
Mannal ttaemada naraganeun gibun
Hansirado akkawo 1bun
Akkyeobojago pullin sinbal kkeundo mot mukkeosseo

Paran haneul barabomyeo geonneun geotdo joeunde
Jeo haneulgwa deo gakkapge
Yeonghwa gamsangeun saekdareuge
Ginae eumnyowa eoreumeun jeokdanghage
Uwa gamtansawa mm mm mm
Noraenmal ttara Paris anim London eottae

Ay, ay, gidaryeobwa
Jamkkanman jinjeonghaebwa
Ay, ay, itjana na
Nega nan neomu joa

Cheoeumbuteo neon
Nae simjangeul heundeulgo nareul michige hae

Meolli tteona ollataja bihaenggi
Neowa na hamkke taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji

Jim ssago wa ollataja bihaenggi
Gachi ga nal ttarawa bihaenggi
We are, we are
We high, we high
Meollimeolli neowaneun eodideunji gaji ya ya

Today’s the day to fly away
Gidaega dwae gureum chimdae
Sangsanghalsurok mami pyeonhaejyeo baby
Ppalli nawa mot chama seolleneun gibun mallya

Deudieo namui nunchi boji anko swil su isseo
Geudongan ssain modeun geotdeul changmun bakke deonjyeo
Pyeonhage dulmanui segyee inneunde
Eoneu sungan dochakan igoseun New York anim LA

Ay, ay, gidaryeobwa
Jamkkanman jinjeonghaebwa
Ay, ay, itjana na
Nega nan neomu joa

Cheoeumbuteo neon
Nae simjangeul heundeulgo nareul michige hae

Meolli tteonajago ollata bihaenggi
Neowa danduriseo taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are
We high, we high
Meollimeolli eodideun gayo

Jim ssago wa ollataja bihaenggi
Gachi ga nal ttarawa bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji

Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo tteona
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Meolli tteona
We falling in love yeah

Girl I will show you Neverland
Nan neoui piteo paen naui son nochi ma babe
Amudo bon jeogi eomneun geol
Neoman boige modeun geol da nege julge

Wait jom deo nae yeopeuro wa closer
Neutgi jeone nareul bwa my lover
Kkumsogeseojocha nan
Meolli tteonaneun sangsangeul hae

Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo tteona
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo
Tteona everywhere

Meolli tteona bihaenggi tago
Neowa na danduri ganeun trippin’
Jim ssago wa bihaenggi tago
Meollimeolli neowaneun eodideunji gaji
YAYA

[Korean:]

YAYA
비행기 비행기

멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기
너와 나 함께 타는 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요

We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지

Okay 어디든지 가지 지구 저 끝까지
해와 달이 바통 터치한 후 다시 해가 뜰 때까지
만날 때마다 날아가는 기분
한시라도 아까워 1분
아껴보자고 풀린 신발 끈도 못 묶었어

파란 하늘 바라보며 걷는 것도 좋은데
저 하늘과 더 가깝게
영화 감상은 색다르게
기내 음료와 얼음은 적당하게
우와 감탄사와 mm mm mm
노랫말 따라 Paris 아님 London 어때

Ay, ay, 기다려봐
잠깐만 진정해봐
Ay, ay, 있잖아 나
네가 난 너무 좋아

처음부터 넌
내 심장을 흔들고 나를 미치게 해

멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기
너와 나 함께 타는 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지

짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기
같이 가 날 따라와 비행기
We are, we are
We high, we high
멀리멀리 너와는 어디든지 가지 ya ya

Today’s the day to fly away
기대가 돼 구름 침대
상상할수록 맘이 편해져 baby
빨리 나와 못 참아 설레는 기분 말야

드디어 남의 눈치 보지 않고 쉴 수 있어
그동안 쌓인 모든 것들 창문 밖에 던져
편하게 둘만의 세계에 있는데
어느 순간 도착한 이곳은 New York 아님 LA

Ay, ay, 기다려봐
잠깐만 진정해봐
Ay, ay, 있잖아 나
네가 난 너무 좋아

처음부터 넌
내 심장을 흔들고 나를 미치게 해

멀리 떠나자고 올라타 비행기
너와 단둘이서 타는 비행기
We are, we are
We high, we high
멀리멀리 어디든 가요

짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기
같이 가 날 따라와 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지

Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서 떠나
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
멀리 떠나
We falling in love yeah

Girl I will show you Neverland
난 너의 피터 팬 나의 손 놓지 마 babe
아무도 본 적이 없는 걸
너만 보이게 모든 걸 다 네게 줄게

Wait 좀 더 내 옆으로 와 closer
늦기 전에 나를 봐 my lover
꿈속에서조차 난
멀리 떠나는 상상을 해

Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서 떠나
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서
떠나 everywhere

멀리 떠나 비행기 타고
너와 나 단둘이 가는 trippin’
짐 싸고 와 비행기 타고
멀리멀리 너와는 어디든지 가지
YAYA


FIRSE MACHAYENGE REMIX Lyrics and Video Song – Emiway Bantai, Macklemore


Alright we drinkin a lassi
Movin our body
I’m masala with a sauce
And I never take an off day

Chai stand post up no latte
Bidi smoke cloud puff puff
Varanasi selector
Play one of those hits

India you ain’t never seen colors like this
Turquoise and the orange
And the yellow & the pinks
Fell in love as a sunset

Into the abyss grab your waistline
Kiss your neck to the bass line
Hold us slow it down dave brubeck
Take 5 let me do my 2 step

Crossover a.I peel off in the whip
Through a gray sky skkrt skkrt windows up
Watch the world disappear
As we kick up dust

Let the magic of the night go
And do what it does
Never get in a way of somebody
Falling in love.. I’m gone

Fir se machayenge remix bajade public kar ri shor
Meko dekh main machara mere saath mein macklemore
Daru chod ghumenge firenge piyenge hum lassi
Hater log pareshan hai soche kaise hai tu fassi.. Merese

Dil dekh ke pada tha na farak mujhe chehre se
Kisi ki parwah nahin hai muje matlab tere se
Sirf teko milne ke liye nikalta hun mein ghar se
Khulam khula pyaar karenge nahin karenge dar ke

Tere gharwale bhadke toh mana lunga
Jyada din nahin baby teko meri wali banalunga
Chalenge hum trip pe tab khana wana bana dunga
Guitar bajane aata hai pyaara gaana suna dunga

Doosre ke pyaar mein girne se tujhe bacha raha hoon
Sab mujhe bhaav de rahi phir bhi sab ko wata raha hoon
Tere baare mein sabko achi baatein bata raha hoon
Tere liye mummy daddy ko main ghar pe mana raha hoon
Sahi mein..

Wazan thodi meri ghata raha hoon
Tujhe lean body pasand hai
Main healthy khaane chaba raha hoon
Sun ne main aaya hai tu london mein rehti hai
Abhi ke abhi jaake pehli ticket kata raha hoon

Machayenge gaana baj ra global
Bantai ki public full fire yaha koi nahin sober
Sabko ijzat milna chahiye koyi ni yaahan pe naukar
Hasna sikh le varna zindagi bita le ro kar
Marzi teri..

Achi soch rakhta kaam kar bana apna mauka
Seekh un logo se jisne diya tujhe dhoka
Kisne roka tera nauka tu chalega tere daam par
Duniya dekhegi tujhe tu jaake pehle kaam kar

Salam kar bade ko koi kalam bano
Gardi mein safar kiya toh jaake tum udaan bharo
Birthday pe party nahin birthday pe daan karo
Jo bhi ud rele hawa mein kya tum abhi chaand par ho

Tu koshish kar shuruat mein thoda sa suffer hai
Kaam karte saath mein haan rakhna thoda sabar hai
Paisa double hai jab bhi tera waqt aayega
Kisi ki garj na rakhna mehnat karke laayega

India mein bajta tha gaana duniya bajayega
Paisa kamana aasan hai pyaar kaise laayega
Swimming pool chhod apan samandar mein nahayega
Fir se machane bole haan firse machayega..


Gucci Mane – Big Boy Diamonds Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds (Burr)
I’m that big boy stepper, I’m that stepper
All my steps calculated, I’m that stepper, nigga (Free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I’m the one that’s stepping, nigga
I’ma step, one thing about me, yeah
I’m in London, got my beat from London (Go)

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’ (Damn)
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
Big boy diamonds

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Beat down your lady vagina, rockin’ the latest designer
Pull off like abracadabra, boo-hoo
Pull right back up in a Jag’ with voodoo
Milkin’ these bitches like Yoo-hoo
Shit on these niggas, I doo-doo
I’m passin’ gas like I farted
Boy, if you smelled it, you dealt it
Water on me like I’m meltin’, water
Fuck on your daughter, don’t call her, water
Come here, lil’ bitch, I’m your father, water
Call me daddy, I’m your papi
Comin’ over, drop the addy
I was on Xannies already, I be on mollies already
Fuck all the talkin’, I been done shot ’em already

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’ (Go)
Big boy diamonds

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’ma be icy in Heaven
Diamonds on me and they white like a wife at the wedding
I done shot dice with my celly
I taught a lifer a lesson
I put that knife on the peasant (Huh)
I bought the choppers already
Gucci the G.O.A.T. but you know it already (G.O.A.T.)
Scope on the rifle, I’m holdin’ it steady
Diamond AP like Elvis Presley, dancin’ (Wop)
Play like you hard, but you sweeter than jelly
Bitch, I’m the shit, it ain’t shit you can tell me (Huh)
Her stomach on flat ’til my dick in her belly
Think I’m a lick, spend a brick on a Presi’
Christmas, I want a stick for a present
Baguette Chopard, it’s factory setted (Bling)
Run up on Wop and you’ll never forget it
I broke the dam, I told ’em to flood it
I want the cash, I don’t want the credit
Went in my stash and gave me a budget
My pockets so budgy that bitches is callin’ me handsome
That then, was callin’ me ugly (Huh?)
I caught a rash from countin’ the money
I’m changin’ the climate like global warming (Bling)
She seen the charm and said I’m charming
The watch on my arm, it come with an army

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
Big boy diamonds


Summer Walker – Body Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1]
I been all in my phone, I got options
And I don’t wanna tell you to drop it
But I don’t wanna play unfair, yeah, yeah
Somethin’ that makes me look at you too often
And baby, you can give it somethin’
Baby, I can run overtime, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what it is
I can’t tell you what it is
But you got me goin’ crazy
Sex with you is so amazin’
How, how long can you go, baby?
Better last to my body, so ’cause it crazy

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’

[Outro]
I know, oh, I
I know, oh, I
I know we ain’t gotta talk, alright
I know you ain’t gotta talk, alright
Baby, I, I just wanna talk to you
I just wanna talk to you
Don’t this shit, don’t this shit
Know that we did, oh


Juice WRLD – Purple Moncler Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ‘gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Chorus]:
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ’gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Chorus]
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ‘gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ’gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Verse 2]

Uh, aye, count that cash
Uh, Im too ahead they can’t catch up
Team too ahead, they can’t catch up
Fifty shots, to his head, he need back up
For real
I dont like toting guns
But i may have to shoot to kill
N*ggas hate that im winning
Now they dont wanna see me live
They too lazy to get it
Its a lot of shit to give up
Just stay focused on your mission
And dont ever ever give up
Codeine on ice really fucking up my liver
Finally scared to be overdosing
I know that shit give me shivers
But dont worry, tell em god got me
Just an uplifter
Deep inside sometimes I wonder if God can even hear
But imma keep praying
Imma keep hope up
Imma keep face (what else)
[?] Pistol tote tucked
Shoot em in the face
If he get in the way of the cake
{?]


Beyoncé – Countdown (Homecoming Live) Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Rah, rah, rah
Sing it, y’all

[Chorus]
Oh, killing me softly and I’m still falling
Still the one I need, I will always be with you
Oh, you got me all gone, don’t ever let me go
Say it real loud if you fly
Sing it, y’all

[Hook]
My baby is a ten
We dressing to the nine
He pick me up, we eight
Make me feel so lucky, seven
He kiss me in his six
We be making love in five (I see you)
Still the one I do this four
I’m trying to make us three
From that two
He still the one

[Verse 1]
There’s ups and downs in this love
Got a lot to learn in this love
Through the good and the bad, still got love
Dedicated to the one I love, hey
Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
Still all up on each other, ain’t a damn thing change
My girls can’t tell me nothing, I’m gone in the brain

[Refrain]
Me and my boo in my boo’s coupe riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man, show him you the flyest
Grind up on it, girl, girl, girl (Show him how you ride it)
Me and my boo in the coupe lip locking
All up in the back ’cause the chicks keep flocking
All that gossip in 10 years, stop it
London, speed it up, Houston, rock it


NAV – Tap Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Nav, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I’m in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain’t pay though
Only thing I gave ’em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
All these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real
I got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
Yo, who’s mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagramming shit
I be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera shit
‘Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ shit

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aimin’ at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NAV]
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain’t a slave (Slave)
Growing up in the hood, you’ll learn how to behave (‘Have)
How we gon’ learn to stack if we ain’t got nothing to say? (Say)
Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin’ these bags, we model, I tell the opps it’s up (It’s up)
Got wedding bands but I still don’t got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go, they already know what’s up (What’s up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)


Dave – Drama Lyrics


[Intro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
Like man was saying, bruv
Many nights man prayed, bruv
Somewhere someone’s gonna help me through this, man
Someone is gonna help bring me out of this shit, y’know?
Time, it took a while for man to recognise, boy, who you were gonna send
And you know what? Mans, I’m very proud
I’m very happy to see it’s one of my own init, y’know?
And boy, I know none of this is easy, y’know?
I’m just proud to be, to be witnessing what’s going on, man, y’know?

[Verse: Dave]
Look
I don’t know where to start
But I just done my first psychodrama
And I hope the world hears my craft
I’m excited man, I pray you get to hear my craft
From our childhood, our mother didn’t hear me laugh
I’m presenting you the future, I don’t fear my past
I ain’t got a tattoo anywhere near my arms
But best believe on my sleeves is where I wear my heart
Do you know how easy it is to be a sinner?
How many losses you need before you can be a winner?
Reason with a criminal that needs to eat a dinner
Is it survival of the fittest or is he a killer?
Losing dad was big, losing you was even bigger
Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
We’re forgetting that we had a brother that was even bigger
We were figures just tryna figure out who could be a figure
My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growing up
I remember tryna to build a bridge, I wasn’t old enough
I pray I hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it’s fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I know it’s tough, I got the coldest blood
I remember when you got sentenced and I was throwing up
It’s like they took a piece of my freedom when I had opened up
I just lost the only fucking person that I idolised
For my entire life I copied you down to the finest line
Bro, I got a flame in my mind I’m trying to firefight
The pill I had to swallow wasn’t bitter, it was cyanide
I learn over time, separation issues I describe
Are probably the reasons that I struggle feeling anything
I ain’t got a vision of a marriage or a wedding ring
It’s world domination in music or it ain’t anything
I’m obsessed, focused on the objective
Tell a don yes, disagree, I object
Used to treat my women like an object
Girls want a monster come and see I’m the Loch Ness
Settle for a lot less
I just hope you’re proud of me brother, it’s been a long stretch
You’re my hero and prior to this, I was living on the edge like a house on a cliff
But now I’m living in the present like my house was a gift
I’m going psycho, this scene’s mine bro
Rappers wanna diss me, it’s only online though
They put the mic and soft in the micro
Soft? Not I, bro
Swimming’s the only time I can lie though
And lemme be genuine
Anybody rich my age is American, kicking ball or inherited
It only makes sense I’m independent knowing everything it happened how I’m telling it
You niggas aren’t getting it
I’m coming from the struggle I survived and I’m still here
Used to bump trains that’s two ways, I don’t feel fear
I don’t know trust, I know a tight bond will tear
Like a good wig, I can’t tell you if it’s real here
I’m from south London, brother, people getting killed here
You can make a mill’ but you can lose it if you’re still here
I lost over 30 grand to family, I’m still here
The word don’t appeal to me, you steal from me I’m still here
Bro, I wasn’t made for this
I don’t get a break, but I’m aware of what breaking is
I wish you could take a hint as well as you can take the piss
I don’t even speak to our brother, man, I just pray for him
It’s never too late for him
Life is at it’s craziness, walls started caving in
All the things I’ve seen would turn a theist, atheist
I didn’t get 99 marks in English, I was faking it
I got 98 ‘cause I don’t know what a vacation is
If you saw God what would you say to him?
If given the chance would you have taken it?
If you could rewind time what would you change in it?
Do you believe in what an angel is?
Furthermore, do you believe in what the devil is?
Do you believe that I can illustrate what Streatham is, then break the fourth​ wall and base Lesley on my relatives?
I’m grateful for my life because I aimed for this
Every bad moment every single fucking day of this
People looking at me, that’s what fame can bring
But to understand the stairs, you take steps then retrace the shit
I tell my circle, the future’s ours, we’re shaping it
The past is just the reason I had came to this
I thank God for the pain because it made me this

[Outro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
I don’t know if you remember those days, bruv
In them days, there was one night in particular, bruv
Came home and for some reason man put on a beat
We were just in the front room, freestyling, bar for bar
I don’t even know how old you was these times, bruv
Probably about, hmm, ten? Ten, nine?
Yeah, man, if I think about it now, think about the transition
Them days there, you had no bars
But to see the stuff you’re doing today, proper man, you what I mean?
Thinking man’s definitely blessed to see how the whole thing’s come together
From time, I think it was ‘JKYL+HYD’ man, you played man that one there
Man was thinking, “Yo, this one here is a banger”, bruv
I remember when I heard that one live on the airwaves for the first time bruv, we was pumping it
Man come to my door was like, “Rah man, that’s a bit loud you know?”
I’m like, “Fam, that’s my brudda”
He was like, “Yeah?”
And you know, on your birthday, man sent you a little card
And it begins
‘Jesse made seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him, “The Lord has not chosen these.”
So he asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?”
“There is still the youngest,” Jesse answered, “but he’s tending the sheep.”
Samuel said, “Send for him, we will not sit down to eat until he arrives.”
So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features
And then the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him, he’s the one.”‘
Bro, you know what that means?
Say no more man


Young Thug – 420 Lyrics


Woah woah woah, yeah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1:]
Imma charge her like a dodger
Bae im way smarter than marter
Brand new Cadillac with the spoiler
Ain’t playing games like im at the quarters
They say, they say im mean like my father
Imma fuck a nigga bitch and catch your daughter
A lot of rings on my finger like a lodder
Alot of bling living like the ?
I know the answer like a very important color
I leave the pussy nigga death no charger
And im smoking kushy kushy like jorder flooded than we take a order
Got a whole lotta rich nigga man no voice, no voice yeah
Serve a lot of muhfuckers to the front and back door trust
Go to waist nigga kushy smell in the market
Momma had a hundred bands when i mail her
Ever since the first day she never been taller
They just tryna book us all ever since the day im cooking dawgs
She just wanna nut inside her trouser
She just wanna sucky sucky my girls and my boys
She just wanna sucky sucky till i say oh lord
She gon suck it call my money longer than a cord
Momma pussy soaking wet i feel like im abort

[Interlude:]
Lil bitch tryna record
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up

[Verse 2:]
Take two
I come with a few just in case you looking like you do
Imma pull up to the set with my nigga jayroo
Pussy nigga now im big and in it with my piru
Lame bitches know im not gone fuck her they the sue
Imma catch a ? with them wiping like a troup
Hop inside a foreign car tearing up the roof
Imma slide ride pass em cause they do not sell like you
420 getting geeked out my mind, hey
420 imma pop em my spine, hey
420, 420, 420 nigga, 420, 420
20
Alka setzer plus when i was standing on the block i serve the J
Nigga coming back to my whoadie and my nigga but i come and then i lay
Going to the school nigga blood nigga know im bitches late
So geeked out my mind for a wet T-C
Got a pocket full
Nose in my ring like a fucking bull


Whitney Houston – Love Is A Contact Sport Lyrics


[Intro]
Contact Contact
Huh huh huh huh hoo huh yeah

[Verse 1]
You’ve been avoiding me
Like a cat trying to dodge a dog
I never see ya shine
You’re as cold as the London fog
You claim you want my love
Well I wouldn’t know by the way you behave
If you want to feel the thrill of my touch
You better come out of your cave

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It’s so perplexing
Why you fight it won’t you try it
Love’s electric
Turn me on and see

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

[Verse 2]
I hate to sound aggressive
But I’m tired of waiting for your move
Cut the formalities
Cause you’ve got a few things to prove
If you really want my love
I need to feel it down deep from within
Don’t make me wait too long
I’m ready now come and stroke my skin

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Well all this talking
Worthless chatter just don’t matter
Time for stalkin’
Come get next to me

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

[Interlude]
Hey boy
Why dontcha come on over
So we can make that contact
Contact you dare

[Bridge]
It’s so perplexing
Why you fight it won’t you try it
Love’s electric
Turn me on you’ll see
Contact!

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!


Comethazine – GUSHER GUTS Lyrics


[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt


Waka Flocka Flame – Frosted Leaf Lyrics


[Intro]
Whoo Kid
DatPiff.com world premiere

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
I’ma throw some good vibes out there
So won’t nobody be trippin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
Don’t you wanna go there?
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Hawaiian snow under the microscope
Greenhouse, Red Light, about to eat smoke
No laws, I feel so free there
Zero violence, weed all in the air
I’m ’bout to hit Bob Marley’s shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness style
No cameras in the Red Light
And them girls get tested by the government, and every night
Eat a weed brownie and catch a sex show
Guy in a gorilla suit fuck a nympho
Roll up, I feel so free here
Bongs made of ice, smoke the best weed here
But it’s time to leave here
Next stop London, bruv got a nigga in
And I left 50 bags in the ‘telly
To call my office up, just to fuckin’ tell me

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
You know, they thought I was booked for two more days in Amsterdam in the Grand Hotel
I left 50 bags of weed there, you know, but…
They called me up to tell me I left my weed
I was in London, I can’t bring that shit on the plane, you know?
Whoo Kid

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
Wanna go somewhere
Where all my niggas is just livin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Outro: Watch The Duck & Waka Flocka Flame]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Brick Squad!
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo Kid
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Fatality


Lil Uzi Vert – OuttaSpace Lyrics


[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
I was on a Molly
Bitches out in Boston (woah)
Fuck this bitch in Follies
Her pussy was awesome
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy
Do tricks like Matt Hoffman
She just wanna party
She do that shit often
She gon’ suck my dick until she start gagging and coughing
Am I scared? No hardly
I deserve a heart lift
My new crib is so big
This shit got an office
I was off a 30
This shit made me nauseous
My new car on derby’s
Automatic parkin’
Ballin’ in my jersey
In the streets I’m chartin’

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
12 check me then they took my gun
Me no trippin’ ’cause I got a whole ‘nother gun
If she leave me yeah I got a whole ‘nother one
I put that on my son but I ain’t even got a son

Red, green, beam green, bitch I never miss
She suck the life up out my dick like its a peppermint
I get the cheese like I work for the government
I’m an alien lookin’ for your mothership

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert:]
Fuck 20 up London
I’m a [?][?][?]
Me and Murda, we up to somethin’
I was on that Hemi and almost caught me a finnesse
Used to hustle hard now you’re claimin’ you’re my cousin
I fuck your bitch now she thinkin’ I’m her husband
I’m in some Balmain these jeans they cost a thousand
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’


Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Oh
Lil pump, yeah
What’s up?
How’d it go last week?
Eh, eh, uhm
How’s your man now?
Yeah, Huh (Huh)
Danny I See You

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
Owh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, and my headlights on a deer
I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
Had to go cop two pair, oh
Gucci coat over my glare, oh
Know who I fear, oh
I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
I’m gettin’ the money
I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
Let’s go

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
If you rich, put your bust down in the air
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’