Tag: Louis Vuittons


The Chainsmokers – Kills You Slowly Lyrics


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[Verse 1]
Made plans with me and all your friends
I’m late again, I hate to keep you waiting
Tried to be a gentleman, got drunk again before I even made it
Tried to call a car for you, you’re tired of me
I know you wouldn’t take it
You walked a mile in Louis Vuittons and fucked ’em up
You know that they’re my favorite

[Pre-Chorus]
But we dress up and play pretend
Then we act like we’re good again
I do things I can’t defend
And even when you hold it in

[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions, hidden when we’re in the open
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

[Verse 2]
Arguments that never end
You’re talkin’ shit to spice up conversation
I’m so sick of back and forth
These fights with you are startin’ to feel contagious
Said that I’m no good for you
Right before we walk into your parents
Then you put on that smile again
And grab my hand even though you hate it

[Pre-Chorus]
But we dress up and play pretend
Then we act like we’re good again
I do things I can’t defend
And even when you hold it in

[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions, hidden when we’re in the open
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t
Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t

[Bridge]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions hidden when we’re in the open
And keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Explosions hidden when we’re in the open
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Holdin’ even though it kills you slowly
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)


Kash Doll – Rich Talk Lyrics


[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Bond No. 9, smell me all the time
Trap still, drop the Jordan number nine
Kash Doll counting, I don’ cashed out
Made a million dollars on a cash route
Homer Simpson, dope doer all the time
All the blue flame ain’t hard to find
Shooters on deck with me all the time
Push the envelope if you cross the line
Broke nigga need a translator
You be talking to investigators
Nigga on me, fuck his baby momma
Made her suck the dick with a condom

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Aye!
My conversations always, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Wrist prezzi, rolex, Trump- Obama
Hop up in the Maybach, I’m with Ricky
I’m with Scrilla, we the ones in every city
Look, waist snatched, ass fat, you know them titties
Gold chains, Coogi sweater, bitch I’m Biggie
Don’t pull it out the lot if it ain’t fucking kidding
Talking dinero, dollar, pound and peso bitches
Pussy so delicious, Chanel all in my dishes
Louis Vuittons six inches, when I handle all my buisness
About to pick the check up like a Nike bag!
Bank tellers love me, baby why you mad?
Aye!

[Hook]
Mister the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
I’m about to count a meal, me & Scrill
It’s four stories like a book inside my crib (levels)
MTV need to look at how I live
So when I talk that rich talk, you bitches know it’s real
I bought some Giuseppe’s just to wear them on a P.J
Got so many pair, you might never see a replay
My shit play up in Stroker’s, send a bottle to the D.J
Cell phone buzzing, the promoter’s say they need me
Rich talk, these Rosetta Stone’s
Different language when the fetty grows
KDmoji’s, for that rich talk
Even when I’m quiet, bitch my wrist talk

[Hook]