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Playboi Carti – Mileage Lyrics




[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage




Kanye West – Hold Tight lyrics




When I came up had to show my ass, yeah
Clothes tight, clothes tight, holds tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
And I just figured out the whole time
Uh, I was actin’ like I’m white

[Verse 1: Quavo & Kanye West]
When I came up, had to show my ass, yeah, that’s the black side
I was trappin’ out the bando, nosy ass neighbors uptight
When I come around, when I come around, niggas don’t act right
I’m yellin’ out, “Please don’t come with that fake shit,” screamin’ it all night
What the fuck did you say? What the fuck did you say? (ayy, uh)
I’m on my Wraith shit, I’m on my, I’m on my Wraith shit (race, yep, woo)
Get the fuck out my face, get out of my way (move, fuck did you say?)
I’m on my Wraith shit, I fell in love with all races (race, yep)
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em
Hold tight, see that melody right there? That’s why I’m me
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em

[Verse 2: Kanye West & (Quavo)]
I be actin’ like I’m white (white)
Fuckin’ white bitches, black and white dick (oh, ayy)
[?] like we don’t tiki talk shit, bossed up
100 bump, I do that shit all night
Sniff a line
I be sniffing Miley Cyrus with Miley Cyrus
In a bathroom with my thumb in her ass
Now I’m actin’ like I’m white

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[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
You stayed 3 exes up and you never came to see me in my own room
You the only good enough for the mountain
Only good as the people you got around you
This is all associations around you
I only got [?] but never doubt you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Please forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Please forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Please forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you

[Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, ’cause I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side
Yeah, I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side
‘Cause I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side
Yeah, I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’m chillin’, pourin’ up until I can’t feel my anger
Blessed my nigga Yeezy with a banger
I was sharin’ all my thoughts with a stranger
Wrestle this bitch like Kurt, no Angle
I can see them diamonds drippin’ off me like a sink
Act inside a pineapple mango
She been in the [?] with no angle
Whoop, I’m adios, as-salamu alaykum (nigga, that that)
I just want a round house, we gon’ have ’em bleedin’
Nah, I ain’t green, sharin’ is carin’, bae, I be just feedin’
Coca Cola shape, I don’t want to fuck it bae, I just want see it
Lil nigga late, I been done did but you just ain’t see it
Wait, lil’ nigga, I can afford it
I just was broke with no shawty
I just found out it’s important
To take all them factors and put on some Forgies
I got six rings, I’m just lordin’
I used to be broke and so boring (broke, borin’, yeah)
I came out that swamp, can’t ignore it (yeah)
Now all my pockets is on Norbit

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
They mad ’cause we grinded up from the top
I was on the block, no guap, runnin’ from cops
They talk about me, they wanted to see the album flop
And we will never stop, the game on Buscemi lock
I do wrong and do right, forgive me for not livin’ right
Sippin’ on Bud, like givin’ you advice I’m actin’ white
Mansion on acres, my white friends I only invite
Even when I’m wrong, it feel like a nigga right

[Verse 5: Quavo]
Dr. King sacrificed his life (King)
Because they didn’t treat us right (no)
Don’t call a young nigga racist because my best friend white (white)
Yeah, my best friend’s white (ayy), white (uh)

[Verse 6: Offset]
I was actin’ like I’m white (white)
Diamonds shinin’ off the lights (shine)
Pain came with the limelight (pain)
Feds put me in the spotlight (feds)
Mama told me that these bitches ain’t never gon’ count (these bitches don’t count)
‘Cut you off, don’t wanna talk, I’ma see you around (I see you around)
This is the way that we kick it (we kick it)
200 thou’ in my kitchen (200 racks)
Bad bitches in the facility (bad bitches)
I put my hoe on a mission (ayy)
Y’all niggas better hold tight (hold tight)
I gave 200 to Jews, told ’em make it right (make it right)
They mad, we blew up like dynamite (mad)
I can see everythin’ like a satellite (I can see)


From First To Last – I Don’t Wanna Live In The Real World lyrics


[Verse 1]
I wake up, turn on my TV,
Never thought my shampoo could kill me.
I walk outside, look up to the sky,
So many chem-trails are passing by.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

[Verse 2]
Friday cruising on the freeway,
Glen beck says Jesus can save me.
Well shit, that’d be pretty nice cause this feels like hell,
Hey, Matt, I hear Guantanamo has pretty comfy cells
I wish I could get taken by an alien race,
But I don’t think that I could get through TSA.
I just wanna watch porno,
Without the NSA flagging me.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Fluoride water, foreign drone strikes,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, fuck Monsanto.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Mainstream media, praise and worship,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Fox news channel

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.)


Migos – So Sick Lyrics


[Intro: Quavo]
So sick, so sick, so sick
Achoo
Fucking with the bird got sick
Fucking with the bird got sick

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Got bands like I play with the Nets
So sick, pass me the Kleenex
So sick, wipe my nose with the check
Touch down in a 2012 jet
Plugged in, ain’t talking Internet
Make movie like Cinemax
Bad bih know how to cook crack
Now the whole hood going in a trap attack
Got the feet itching like chicken pox
Got a nigga mad cause a nigga re-rock
Ice on my neck looking like a freeze pop
Got the bitch sucking on my dick like a ring pop
Quick to shoot a nigga just like a slingshot
Top shooter nigga put me on top shot
Came from the bottom now a nigga at the top
Shawty got sick when she seen the top drop

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 2: Offset]
Leopard print Versace, I look like I belong in a zoo
Diamonds so cold, caught the flu
So sick, make a young nigga puke
In the lab smoking gas like Snoop
Sipping on the lean like the shit hot soup
Finessing on the plug with the Reggie Bush juke
And I keep the blow like a nigga play the flute
Coughing on the gas, bronchitis
In the kitchen water whipping, making Miley Cyrus
Pot is so sick like the shroom caught a virus
Pockets on fat while you niggas on a diet
Fucking with the squad, he done start a double riot
Bounce nigga shit, I don’t stand in line
Bad bitches in the club sniffing my lines
Water whip the brick, hit it with the blowdryer

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Fucking with the birds on the counter, bird flu
[?] dripping on a nigga, need a towel
Beat a nigga in the wind, make a nigga throw the towel
GT Benz and just got a [?]
[?] .45 go bow
Spent 10 racks on a sick Audemar
Put a H in my bedroom, put a H in the car
[?] coupe make the whip look sick
Think I’m a DJ with the work, remix
Red on the bottom of the shoe, piru
Wrist sick like Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Got a bad ass bih and she dripping Swagu
So sick, sneezing on the track, achoo
Black and white coupe look like an 8-ball
Green diamonds on my pinky like a [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick


Pitbull – Timber lyrics


[Hook: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
These big-iddy boys, are dig-gidy dogs
I have ’em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerkin in their bras and thongs (Timber)

Face down, booty up, (Timber)
That’s the way we like to-what? (Timber)
I’m slicker than an oil spill
She say she won’t, but I bet she will (Timber)

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

[Chorus: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

It’s goin’ down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
Nah, it’s just me ain’t a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on planes
Blessed to say, money ain’t a thing

Club jumpin’ like LeBron now (Voli)
Order me another round (Homie)
We about to clown – why?
‘Cause It’s. About. To go. Down.

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

[Chorus: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Outro]


Hodgy Beats – Barbell Lyrics


[Intro]
You should let life
Life… have it’s wayward
You should let the world
Have nothing

[Chorus 1]
You want to have a heart to heart nigga?
They told me to play it smart nigga
I’ma tear it up and rip shit apart nigga
Hey, I’ma play my part nigga
I’ma go bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga, yeah
You want to have a heart to heart nigga
I’ma tear your shit apart nigga
Bar for bar nigga

[Verse 1]
It’s rare that you would catch me off guard, blindsided
I’m just like Mike, Mike Will, Miley Cyrus
Close my eyelids, feel my iris dilate
Ain’t bothered by hate, I’m steppin’ to it
We face the fate nigga
Hodgy bout to build a conglomerate nigga
Make sure my business ain’t made with no concentrate
All the equities and the artists I conjugate, with myself
Most people come and intoxicate your circle
Suck the life out of your circle, then confiscate your circle
See what they did, man they made you hate your circle
Ya’ll some wild niggas, incidentally coloured purple
Tappin’ in your church shoes to the harmonies
SMH to the slandering Simon these
Shittin’ on your knees and swallow all of these OMGs
Where does the road that’s golden lead
I hold myself and read I’m a mythology
H, Wizard

[Chorus 2]
If you ain’t speaking from your heart nigga
You can’t go bar to bar with a
Real nigga going hard nigga
What I’m talking I’m living it bar for bar nigga
Bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga
I’m the king of Araba you Jafar nigga
French rolls don’t play, I roll just my part nigga
Ready to spark, g-g-going bar for bar nigga

[Verse 2]
You get your first cover in [?]
We bout to see how fucking hungry you are (you are)
About how much about this money you are (you are)
You wrote it so fraudulent but becoming a star
I rhyme for my niggas
When it’s beefing that don’t meaning running to the car
Unlocking my door, hearing engine roar, pedal to the floor
I thought he had they back man, what he leave them for?
They say heaven’s on the same level as the devil’s door
I keep pressing number 7 on the elevator
Fuck them niggas and they set, that’s what you tell a hater
It’s cliche to say we going up like escalators
Niggas want a copy, us and fucking automate us
I’ll just write a solo while they fucking huddle up
If niggas talking just because man I’mma shut em up
It’s all a game in their head, I’ll let em run amok
Remember the game is over once the buzzer bust


24hrs – Stylist letras

October 27, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Bitch, the rollie match my teeth
Got a hundred on me
Got the 40 on me
Is that Chanel on your waist?
Paper plane like M.I.A
Girl I’m on the way
Tell me if you lying
Girl, I just be vibing
Smoking weed like a siren
Louder than a siren
Feel like Miley Cyrus
She feel like Miley Cyrus
Girl, you need a stylist

[Hook]
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it
20, I be wyling
20 on my face
20 on my waist
20, got good taste
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it
Bitch, let me style it

[Verse 2]
Girl, this Hilton on my face
I be shitting on your place
I might stuff her in some Palace
Then bring her to the palace
Can you take a pic?
I be flexing on a bitch
Man, this 20 on my wrist
It’s got your nigga pissed

[Hook]
20, I be wyling
Bitch you need a stylist
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch, you need a stylist
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch, let me style it
Bitch, let me style it
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch you need a stylist
You feel like Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it