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Alicia Keys – Pawn It All

November 4, 2016

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[Intro]
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah

[Chorus]
I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you these gold and diamond rings
‘Cause I need it so bad
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again

[Verse 1]
Sometimes you gotta let it go
Just to make it possible
Sometimes you gotta do it
Be willing to lose it
Freedom has no price, you know
Thinking how we gonna make it now
How we gonna feed the babies now
We gonna make it through it
God gonna see to it
Just get up and do it now

[Chorus]
I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you these gold and diamond rings
‘Cause I need it so bad
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again

[Post-Chorus]
Get on up (hey), get on up (hey), get on up (hey), get on up (hey), get on up (hey)

[Verse 2]
See, I learned the hard way
Now I’m doing it in my way
‘Cause life is too short to fall in New York
Can’t get up and get away
So I gotta let it all go
Start back from zero
‘Cause I’ve give it up, I don’t give a fuck
As long is my hero

[Chorus]
I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you these gold and diamond rings
‘Cause I need it so bad
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again

[Chorus]
I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you these gold and diamond rings
‘Cause I need it so bad
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again

[Post-Chorus]
Get on up (hey), get on up (hey), get on up (hey), get on up (hey), get on up (hey)




Alicia Keys – Pawn it all

November 3, 2016

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Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah
Yeah, ah

I would pawn you my watch
I would pawn you my chain
I would pawn you this golden diamond ring
‘Cause I need it so bad,
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again

Sometimes you gotta let it go
Just to make it possible
Sometimes you gotta do it, be it when you lose it
Freedom has no price, you know
Thinking how you’re gonna make it now
How we’re gonna feed the babies now?
We gon’ make it through it, God gon’ see to it
Just get up and do it now

I would pawn you my watch
I would pawn you my chain
I would pawn you this golden diamond ring
‘Cause I need it so bad,
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again

Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey

See, I’ve learned the hard way
Now I’m doing it my way
‘Cause life is too short to fall in New York
Can get up and get away
So, I gotta let it all go
Start back from zero
‘Cause I’ve give it up, I don’t give a fuck
His look is my hero

(x2)
I would pawn you my watch
I would pawn you my chain
I would pawn you this golden diamond ring
‘Cause I need it so bad,
I would give you everything
Just so I could start my life over again
(I could start over again)

Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey
Get on up, hey


Jim Jones – Kitchen

November 2, 2016

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[Jim Jones]
Vamp life
(I got that money)
You know what they say
Trap jumping
When it get to hot in the kitchen, uh
What you cooking? Chicken or fish?
(I don’t wanna hear you niggas talking about no more work)
How many pots on the stove?

[Hook: Cashout]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I got four pots going and a crock pot too
Cooked four quarters and I got back two
Want fishscale? And I got that too
But I’m dry right now
Nigga stop back through
Talking ’bout cooking the whiter shade
Nigga’s be using the microwave
They booked ’em and took ’em in right away
He might never see the light of day
The walls in my kitchen all yellow
So I put the coke in the fridge like it’s Jello
You know you got to guard the kitchen
So I keep shooters in New York like Carmello
I be cooking that shit like it’s Ruth Chris
Cooking that shit to a new whip
Look at that shit while I’m hitting that shit
Now I’m whipping that shit like its Cool Whip
Traffic, compression then stretch it
To buy it we don’t need to test it
If it ain’t about money don’t stress it
Put the Tec to a nigga like a message
Still cooking coke like five stars
Young dope boy with five cars
All cash nigga how be buy ours
Yeah we live fast and we die hard

[Hook]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
Ruger!
Man I got the money and I got the pack
You know a Ruger to this little light-skinned bitch
He ain’t never gotta buy
(Hey baby)
All I gotta do is look at my shooter and he ‘gon pop the strap
Uptown with the mother-fuckin’ killers is where you’ll find me at
Might cook a whole brick with my gun on me
Shoot my old man if he run on me
Bury me in all gold
At least put a mother-fucking ton on me
Man these nigga’s ain’t living right
Don’t be suprised if you got a [?] homie
I brought some real money out tonight
In case niggas front on me
In my kitchen
I’m in love in my kitchen
When my hand start to itchin’ then them bricks get to flippin’
Bought a house with ten bathrooms, because I stay shittin’
Nigga’s look funny then my shooters start hittin’
(Hittin’)

[Hook]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Uh-huh
It’s Philthy nigga
I do!
Look

I say now forty birds in my caravan
This forty on me got a kick-stand
I’m in love with the kitchen nigga
Tell the hoe do the dishes nigga
(Ay, clean up bitch!)
Two stoves and eight pots
Two niggas cooking eight blocks
The [?] from foot heels to [?] that’s eight blocks
In the kitchen like culinary
These nigga’s actors like Tyler Perry
Ain’t never move no kilos
Couldn’t find you one like Nemo
My whole hood been locked up for trafficking, doing life nigga
On 580 doing eighty nigga with an eighty pack of that white shit
Thirty-six and the whole whammy
In a cereal box stuffed in the cabinet
Right behind all the baking soda
If you cook it right you might take it over
Fish-scale, my lips sealed, I’ll never tell what I don’ seen
Bag it up, put a thousand grams on the triple-beam
(It’s Philthy)


Dion – I Put Away My Idols Lyrics

October 31, 2016

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[Verse 1]

I was raised on New York rock and roll
I took control, I was cool
Made the rounds made the record hops
I hit the top, played the fool
[Bridge]

From above I truly heard a friend
Truly now you must be born again

[Chorus]

I put away my idols
I stripped away all the titles
Money wrinkles and things do decay
I put away my idols

[Verse 2]

I was living by my horoscope
Taking pills to cope
With my pain
Rock and roll was my identity
My whole security
I made a name

[Bridge]

Truly from above I heard a friend
Truly now you must be born again

[Chorus]

I put away my idols
I stripped away all the titles
Money wrinkles and things do decay
I put away my idols

[Verse 3]

Looking back over my years
My story did unfold
I worshiped people and their gifts
Not the gift giver at all

Well you see
People they’ve come and gone
But life in Him goes on and on
He’s given me a brand new song
To sing

[Chorus]

I put away my idols
I stripped away all the titles
Money wrinkles and things do decay
I put away my idols

[Bridge]

Truly now you must be born again
Truly that’s the way you will begin

[Chorus]

You put away your idols
I stripped away the titles
Money wrinkles
Things do decay
I put away my idols

[Outro]

Cadillacs end up in the junkyard

I put away my idols


RedHaze – I Got The Keys Remix (HazeMix) lyrics

October 28, 2016

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[Intro]
Real nigga shit
Call my phone

[Hook] 2x
Broke niggas feens to me, too me
A hoe nigga weak to me, too me
I got some guap and it’s all for me
Them niggas be dippin, they running from me
I got the keys, the keys, the keys
Broke niggas feens to me, too me
I got some work and some guap to make
Hit up my line
Boy you neva too late

[Verse 1]
I got the keys, the keys, the keys
Niggas be hating, don’t mean to me
Ya time be to wasted
Them hittas be trippin
Put up for that time
Bout that money we flipping
Ain’t wasting on a breath
On that low nigga dissing
Catching a body
Ain’t jacking religion
Catching that body
No time for religion
Dropping that body
No time for religion
I got the keys
You looking to mean
Sale for the feens
You know what I mean
A nigga be slipping
To off that lean
Them niggas be dissing
I know what it seems
Them niggas they hate, I cannot relate
All on my grind, you niggas too late
Come to my block, this shit ain’t too safe
Running my line, we pull up to ya place
Running that mouth, we pull up to ya face
Niggas be bitches
They come out too late
My niggas be flipping
We neva to late
A nigga be dissing
We get at his pape
Get at his pape and we get in his way
Smoking that haze and we break in his safe
Got me some bands and I’m rocking that Bape
Get outta hand, don’t back out when it’s late

[Hook] 2x
Broke niggas feens to me, too me
A hoe nigga weak to me, too me
I got some guap and it’s all for me
Them niggas be dippin, they running from me
I got the keys, the keys, the keys
Broke niggas feens to me, too me
I got some work and some guap to make
Hit up my line
Boy you neva too late

[Verse 2] 2x
I got some guap
You busting ya chop, ya bitch is a thot
I got me a Glock
Pull up in the mall
Pull up in the spot
Pull up in ya spot
Pull up on ya pop

[Verse 3]
I got the work
I got the perk
Bitches be lying, they know that they hurt
Balmain on my sweater, I know that they lurk
I know that they lurk, with this shark on my shirt
My nigga keep waiting, I know that you hurt
This paper keep waiting, I know that you hurt
My nigga I’m flexing, I know that you hurt
We just keep flexing, I know that you hurt
I gotta dream, I gotta feen
Chasing this paper, I’m chasing a dream
Bitch nigga be tripping
Got time for the lean
Same nigga be snitching, he look like a bitch
We wanting this paper, we tryna get rich
Spending this paper all up on my bitch
I’m getting this paper all up on my bitch
Stacking this paper all up on my bitch

[Hook] 2x
Broke niggas feens to me, too me
A hoe nigga weak to me, too me
I got some guap and it’s all for me
Them niggas be dippin, they running from me
I got the keys, the keys, the keys
Broke niggas feens to me, too me
I got some work and some guap to make
Hit up my line
Boy you neva too late

[Verse 4] 2x
I got some guap
You busting ya chop, ya bitch is a thot
I got me a Glock
Pull up in the mall
Pull up in the spot
Pull up in ya spot
Pull up on ya pop

[Outro]
Ah, yea
Call my phone
Ravenswood
New York


R. Kelly – Once Upon A Time (12 Nights Of Christmas Album) letras

October 25, 2016

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[ INTRO: Ganxta are?dd ]
It was a cold night
All the homies was kickin it in the g-rides
K.O.D. would load in the M-1
O.M.B. had the bass turned up loud
E.K.A. had the Uzi
Roscoe was holdin the A.K.
The phone rang
It was the Godfather
Givin us another issue
We got strapped, packed into the ride and ready to roll
(Roll) (roll) (roll)
And there they all go
I said "[Name], go up to that third block and flip a you-turn
Lyric clips ready? (ready) (ready)"

[ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ]
Hit the gas, put on a ski mask, right when we pass…
(So what you think, are?dd?) smoke that ass
This ain’t a game, straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it’s the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin on the front porch
Stick em like a pitch fork, this is not New York
This is a concept comin from L.A.
The West Coast comin with the war braids
So you know we’re ready, Roscoe, is the hit squad ready?
Yes, they’re ready
It’s a clip to an Uzi that I insert
And at the show I unload at the concert
Yes, you just got tagged
Rolled to the bodybag is like rollin up a zig-zag
I can go on and on, tellin you war stories
About gangstas dyin for a territory
We claim the stage like the boulevard
It’s only for those who are hard
Hardcore, we give you more
Cause the bass is bumpin from the third floor
So you look up and all you see is the T.R.I.B.E.
You have a teardrop tacked to your eye
25 to life, so you better get with it
You ask who did it, the Ganxta are?dd did it

[ CHORUS: The Godfather Rock TE ]
Once upon a drive-by it was me and the Ganxta are?dd
MC’s try to sweat the dawg, this is what he did
[ singing ]
Time is tickin, the world’s gone bad
You ain’t with it, you better step back
Feel the wrath of the Ganxta are?dd
[ Ganxta are?dd ]
Damn, that’s a hard-ass lyric!
[ Godfather singing ]
Time is tickin, the world’s gone bad
You ain’t with it, you better step back
Feel the wrath of the Ganxta are?dd

[ Ganxta are?dd ]
That’s how it is in the streets of L.A.
People gettin killed today
You smile now and later you die
By a drive-by, you only have time to see the bullets fly
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every time he sees me
Cause I hold the mic and stomp
Cuttin your head on a tree stump, watch the crowd I pump
When it’s quiet on the set E.K.A. gets upset
Fuck that shit, Ganxta are?dd’s up next
And this is a death threat
Time after time you forget
That this is a drive-by hit
Fuck a Dayton-stealer
Don-L the K.O.D. is the walk-by ladykiller
Then I turn to the R…
Rock, Roscoe, Rob and Rook
And the are?dd, yeah, he’s the microphone crook
O is the left hook
Like when Brooklyn comes to L.A., you get took
So analyze the outlook
The old days a drive-by was heavy
Cause it was done by Machinegun Kelly
The new days this game is to live or die
In L.A. once upon a drive-by

[ CHORUS: The Godfather Rock TE ]
Once upon a drive-by it was me and the Ganxta are?dd
MC’s try to sweat the dawg, this is what he did
[ singing ]
Time is tickin, the world’s gone bad
You ain’t with it, you better step back
Feel the wrath of the Ganxta are?dd
[ Ganxta are?dd ]
Damn, that’s a hard-ass lyric!
[ Godfather singing ]
Time is tickin, the world’s gone bad
You ain’t with it, you better step back
Feel the wrath of the Ganxta are?dd

[ *DJ EZ Mike scratches* ]

[ VERSE 3: Ganxta are?dd ]
It can’t be stopped, and it’s comin like a blindside
Once upon a drive-by came from the westside
Yes, all you can do is wet your lips
Hopin you don’t get hit by the next lyric clip
I turn down the bass so I can feel ya
Ganxta are?dd is the microphone killer
You just got smoked cause the gangsta in me is loc’ed
Stop jackin for spokes
Or else you get picked on O. Mobsta Bass bomb
Another gangsta from the funk farm
This one is created
By the are, muthafucka, who stated
That this jam is rated are
That was the last seminar
We witness a murder on the boulevard
Yes, we just been spotted, spotted on the radar
Soldiers sent from the ?????
Cause we’re comin in too hard
Too hard (too hard) (too hard)


Lady GaGa – Just Another Day (Joanne Deluxe Edition Album) letras

October 21, 2016

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[Intro]
Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer
Show ’em how we do it
Downtown

[Verse 1]
Just another way to prove
I love you, when it’s hard today
I’ll lay back in my chair and find a way
And when you say that thing that you say
That makes me mad
I’ll turn away
I’ll turn away
I’ll turn away
[Pre-Chorus]
And think of different ways to keep my spirits up
And choreograph hours with playful, joyish thoughts

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About relaxing, hey I love you
And after all it’s just another day

[Verse 2]
Oh, I could use some two or three
Or other kind of ways to be
But today I won’t be so hard on me
I’ll walk alone down a different street
And smile at all the new strange I meet

[Pre-Chorus]
And pick up unique style, I’ll kick around today
And create simple thoughts
I’ll laugh in humble ways

[Chorus]
We both know
I could learn a thing or two
About behavin’
But I love you
And after all it’s just another day

Come on, Mark!

[Instrumental Bridge]

Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Newman

[Chorus]
We both know
I could learn a thing or two
About behavin’
But I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

[Outro]
Oooooh oooo, oooooh oooo
Oooooh oooo, oooooh oooo
Oooooh oooo, oooooh oooo
And after all
It’s just another day


Rick Ross – Freaky Hoe (feat. Juicy J, Too Short & Big Krit) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

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[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (Boss)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Freaky nigga so I fuck her in her mouth
Fuck her in the ass, then I’m fucking out
Fatboy a baller, yeah they know what’s up
Diamonds in her pussy when I fingerfuck
Rich niggas get a pass when we nut fast
Now the pussy be good with yo’ bum ass
Fucking all night, freaky bitch’ll jump off the shelf
She ask me to choke her, I keep my hands to myself
We fuck on the flo’, I’m rolling up dough
I lean to the side, she loving the stroke
Better and badder, she got wetter and wetter
Then she fucked all my niggas and I will never forget her

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (mhm)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (you know it)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (yeah)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
She do something strange for a piece of change
Swallow the whole thang and she don’t complain
I met her in the sto’, I was high and had the munchies
Shawty slid a whole banana down her throat like a monkey
Had to take her to the spot, and that ass like a donkey
You know dope dick turn a broke bitch into a junkie
You know dope dick turn a rich bitch into a fiend
Had to leave that bitch alone, she was drinking all my lean
Dripping lipstick slob on my $1000 jeans
I ain’t know she was this nasty, she not even gagging
Go and pop a molly, pop a perc, pop a xan
Then give me blue tooth, that’s that head with no hands

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (say what?)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I fucked your main bitch and who she hang with
They call me Too $hort, fuck you fucking name bitch
Bad bitches like you, I just be freaking ’em
I hit it once or twice, then we never speak again
You remind me of a bitch I met years ago
You either look like your mama or you been it befo’
You got a Georgia Peach ass with a Miami face
LA swag with New York taste
Me and Luke we used to fuck ’em after shows
Now me and Rozay we fucking all the hoes
In the 3-o-5, where the bitches say “pay me”
And KOD, orange Tootsies going crazy
Yeah I fuck with Katie all the way to East Oakland
And when you with a boss mayne, you know we smoking
I’m looking for a bitch, that love to tell
Now pop that pussy girl and scrub the ground

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate


Lady Gaga – Just Another Day Lyrics

October 19, 2016

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[Intro]
Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer
Show ’em how we do it!
Downtown

[Verse 1]
Just another way to prove I love you
And it’s hard today
I’ll lay back in my chair and find a way
And when you say that thing that you say
That makes me mad
I’ll turn away, I’ll turn away, I’ll turn away
[Pre-Chorus]
And think of different ways to keep my spirits up
And choreograph hours with playful, joyous thoughts

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About relaxing, hey, I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

[Verse 2]
Oh, I could use some two or three
Or other kind of ways to be
But today I won’t be so hard on me
I’ll walk alone down a different street
And smile at all the new strange I meet

[Pre-Chorus]
And pick up unique style, I’ll kick around today
And create simple thoughts, I’ll laugh in humble ways

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About behaving, but I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

Come on, Mark

[Instrumental Bridge]

Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Newman

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About behaving, but I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

[Outro]
And after all
It’s just another day


Pierce The Veil – Song For Isabelle (Misadventures Album) letras

October 19, 2016

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[Verse 1]
She paints in grey
And she closes her eyes
‘Till fireworks and palm trees almost look alike
She looks up to me and whispers
“I won’t be here in a year”

[Pre-Chorus 1]
So I take the long road to think and wonder why
I can’t sleep with all this sunlight
If there’s still evidence of us
Why can’t that be enough?
I don’t mean to drag you down
You taste just like you always do

[Chorus 1]
Isabelle hides so I can’t find my way
I’d give anything just to surround your dreams

[Verse 2]
The envy of the dead
The sound of scissors and sleep
I can’t believe you dreamed
And pulled all of your clothes off
You’re not supposed to drink
With what’s inside your purse
And not expect me not to call you out

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’m guiding your chin to my lips
Using only my fingertips
All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go
If you love me, then show me more

[Chorus 2]
Isabelle watches me from far away
I’d give anything just to surround your dreams
I know you like when the temperature rises to a boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
And everything fades away

[Verse 3]
The stars awake
But we can’t see them out
So why pretend?
Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5 AM?
Or are we walking?
Car alarms and leaves that blow
They’re calling out our names
But it’s gone too far
Your butane mouth will spit me into flames

[Bridge]
Sorry ’bout it, I can’t help it
I’m an anarchist in love
And I forgot to call you
I can’t break you down while
I think about honey and the sweet New York sounds

[Chorus 3]
Isabelle hides so I can’t find my way
I’d give anything to carry on and on and on the same way
The temperature rises to this boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
As Saturday burns away

[Outro]
Back in the days, when I was young
I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young
I’m not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again


Young M.A – Quiet Storm letras

October 14, 2016

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[Verse]
So I been told I’m the hottest in New York
Believe that ma’? Yeah, nigga what you thought
And I ain’t even signed, yet
And Flex said ‘where you been hiding at?’
Never hidden, all the shit that I’m spittin’ been invented
Songs been written
Shows been did it
The booth been in it
Damn I feel offended
And now I’m known from the Atlantic to the Pacific
This is just me, I ain’t tryna be different
That’s the problem with the game, everybody something they isn’t
My goal is the business, fuck seven digits
I’m just tryna do, what my brother didn’t, I love ya nigga
The pain deep, I can feel it in my stomach nigga
That’s the pain and the hunger nigga
I’m from the jungle, to feel success you gotta struggle
To get where I’m at I had to hustle, that’s why I’m humble
I had to cry, I had to hurt, I was at my worst
Mama wondered why I never liked to wear a skirt
Or wear a purse, I tried to be girly once
But fortunately it didn’t work
I’m coming up something like a hiccup burp
You running up, see that’s gon’ get you hit and murked
You tryna fuck cause I can see me in the skirt
Double cup sippin’ on the Henny, blowing purp
Ring ring the labels calling, so let’s see what the labels talking
You tryna get the fortune, we tryna build a corporate
Then incorporate the fortune
If ain’t what we talking, then it ain’t important
I’m out your office, I’m off this
In other words don’t buy it if you can’t afford it
I keep telling these nigga I got a old soul
Squad dressed in all red like a cold nose
It’s Redlyfe, yeah the bros and the hoes know
Redbone pussy looking like rose gold
Then I make her turn around like a close row
Tell her lean that body over like a old rose
Watch looking like something out of cold stones
Gold plated, white diamonds yeah them cold stones
Froze bites in my chains like cold toes
Ice box for a heart, I got a cold soul
So tell them guys, don’t fuck with me
I’m here now now you stuck with me
My goons stay with the metal like a cutlery
We sucker free, you a wannabe, you under me
This rap shit, this is fun to me
That show money ain’t enough to me
You rap guys y’all lunch to me
These thot hoes just a fuck to me
Just a mhm in a nut to me


Taylor Gang – Keep The Lies

October 13, 2016

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[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea keep them lies
We only tell the truth over here
Sosamann, Khalifa the Cap

[Chorus: Sosamann]
Girl you fine, I wanna make you mine
But I ain’t on that bullshit, so don’t you waste my time
You can keep them lies, finna smoke and get high
And I ain’t on that bullshit, so don’t you waste my time
[Verse 1: Sosamann]
Girl you could keep your lies
I’m the shit, I been knowing that since 9
Too legit, you could see it in my eyes
Quit your shit, I don’t need your ass around me
With all that bullshit I ain’t tryna hear it
Baby girl I’m bout mine, really bout my business
Now I’m on that 93, do you wanna hit this
Tell you all about the time I was cooking dishes
I was so relentless but right now you are vicious
Girl I want the guap, lets count up some Benji’s
Then I want some top, we not doing no kissing
Girl I’m dripping sauce

[Chorus: Sosamann]
Girl you fine, I wanna make you mine
But I ain’t on that bullshit, so don’t you waste my time
You can keep them lies, finna smoke and get high
And I ain’t on that bullshit, so don’t you waste my time

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I don’t what safe is, I be down to take risks
I be on some boss shit, you be on some lame shit
Pull up in that new thing, always in the latest
And I’m with my new thing, she fuck me the greatest
2016 none of my bitches basic
Got me on her iPhone, keep me on her playlist
Getting all this money got me looking like a racist
I be working all night my niggas on that day shift
Got a thing in New York, she gave me the business
These niggas all respect me, they don’t do no dissing
Girl I’m tryna fuck you, and I’ll do the kissing
Leave that pussy wet every time my name get mentioned

[Chorus: Sosamann]
Girl you fine, I wanna make you mine
But I ain’t on that bullshit, so don’t you waste my time
You can keep them lies, finna smoke and get high
And I ain’t on that bullshit, so don’t you waste my time


Bibi Bourelly – Ballin letras

September 30, 2016

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got fired from Old Navy
Landlord keeps on knocking
Swear that nigga hates me
Sleeping on this old couch
But shit, I’m not complaining
‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
Like there’s moulah raining
[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Gormet
Heart them ramen noodles
Freak it with the hot sauce
I do McDonalds too though
And when I wanna go out
Good Will gotta do though
Sweet talking the bouncers
18 bucks, I need 2 more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
I don’t even make all that much dough
Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
Now she got me working at the corner store

[Chorus]
But I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord

[Verse 3]
Jumped the gate, subway station
All the seats are taken
This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
I spend my very last savings on some Takis
I’m good at simbis crib
I don’t need no hotel lobbies
I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
We wear designer clothes from thrifts
My hair might not be laid and did

[Chrous]
Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
I’m so fucking awesome
Vroom vroom, yeah
That’s my Camry roaring
Shit, think the engine light came on
Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh Lord


Pro-Pain – Switchblade Knife letras

September 30, 2016

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Rise and shine, get out of bed
And I’m a warmachine again
Beat my meat a few times and
I am feeling mean my friend
Me, myself and I’m coming
It’s best to watch your back
You are mine and I’m gunnin’
I swear I’ll beat you black

I’m gonna get you and leave you for dead
And I’m gonna beat you with a blow to the head
You’ll never forget me for the rest of my life
Cause I am gonna cut you like a switchblade knife

Feed the fire cause I’m waiting
My fist will break your face
Find your house and I’ll take it and ransack the place
Fear itself is still looking to shut you up for good
It’s your life and I’ll take it
I’d kill you if I could

Strange thoughts are going out of my brain
Standing naked with a knife in the rain
Got my fix, now I’m feeling alright
New York’s so pretty at this time of night