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King Moe – The Legend Lyrics


Came from sliding on a late night
Now they mad at us
It was Halloween, in broad day
We bag snatchers
Riding around trying to body something
They are going to ride with vests
Riding around trying to cross Tees no riding Tesla
Chow Mein I eat in Chiraq
But I’m a south side fellow
Big moves I’m making big moves
Tell the Narcs I’m selling
Tim’s bloody it got real ugly now I rock Margiela
Been through the rain been through the flame now I’m a living Legend

Do you remember how I used to skip class
Me and Vicky off a pill and a half
She was thick the slim hips with the ass
Caramel I admit she was bad
Mama tripping on her Vicky was fast
She a top model that run away
I punch from the back and she runaway
Cause she brought it to me like Andale
No longer a virgin I paper chase
Pour up a deuce let it marinate
Shit I was just drinking for brighter days
Cause I want to touch every dollar made
My Unc bought a caddy on Dana Danes
And I looked at that as the sickest ride
So I jumped in the streets it was crimson tide
My cup overflow and my nigga died
Parking lot pimping with the hemi
Got the club rocking off the hinges
Bad hoes showing ass and titties
She get turned on by the engine

Came from sliding on a late night
Now they mad at us
It was Halloween, in broad day
We bag snatchers
Riding around trying to body something
They are going to ride with vests
Riding around trying to cross Tees no riding Tesla
Chow Mein I eat in Chiraq
But I’m a south side fellow
Big moves I’m making big moves
Tell the Narcs I’m selling
Tim’s bloody it got real ugly now I rock Margiela

Been through the rain been through the flame now I’m a living Legend

From silver to VVs
From them little pistols to them 223s
Knew it was wrong but I had a dream
And I got a habit from Promethazine
Ain’t have no parents cause they in the streets
Shout out Mount Olive they made me a beast
Ask bout that lick that I hit in PA thanksgiving day for a lot of them greens
Pinky is blinding now hoe kiss the ring
I make her eat it up like a cuisine
Cellular option on do not disturb when he Dm her she leave him on seen
When I Dm her she say got the weed
Might have to take a trip to the OC
No Michael Jackson is not what I mean
Pepsi commercial when I burn her weave
Yea I burn her wig for real
And I’ll burn a wig for real
I slept in a stolen car yea I did the jig for real
I got that super finesse I got that whip appeal
You better off wearing a vest if you lay it all in the field
When robbers plotted by that store front I was right there
Big four nickel aimed at my temple what a nightmare
I ain’t afraid to die but I could smell death was in the night air
Til this day I still don’t understand why I let your dog live

Came from sliding on a late night
Now they mad at us
It was Halloween, in broad day
We bag snatchers
Riding around trying to body something
They are going to ride with vests
Riding around trying to cross Tees no riding Tesla
Chow Mein I eat in Chiraq
But I’m a south side fellow
Big moves I’m making big moves
Tell the Narcs I’m selling
Tim’s bloody it got real ugly now I rock Margiela
Been through the rain been through the flame now I’m a living Legend


Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)


[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you


Mano Erina – Love & Peace = Paradise


PA, PA, PA パラダイスってルルル 遠い遠い国みたいって
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

特別なことが 素晴らしいことなんだと
小学生の頃は 思い込んでた
歯ブラシに チューブ ちょこっと しぼった時に
ちょっぴり いい匂いがして なんだかしあわせ
夏が過ぎ 秋になっては 冬がやって来ることも
さりげなく素敵 天使たちの せい!

PA, PA, PA パラピプルルル ルーラン 雲の上 秘密のドア
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

前髪切り過ぎ うつ向いて 歩いてたら
似合うじゃん なんて言われ ほっとした朝
体育の時間 バッチリ シュート決まった!
世界中 拍手してくれる 感じつつまれた
振り返る 想い出がある 勇気くれる 微笑みよ
なにげなく素敵 天使たちの せい!

PA, PA, PA パラピプルルル ルーラン やわらかい 風が吹いてる
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

PA, PA, PA パラダイスってルルル 遠い遠い国みたいって
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

パラピプルルル ルーラン やわらかい 風が吹いてる
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?


Injury Reserve – All Quiet On The West Side (Floss Album)


[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
We getting down tonight
Let everybody know we getting down tonight

[Verse: Ritchie with a T]
Yo check it, let everybody know
We need niggas from all sides on go
Someone hit the eses on the west coast
And the niggas from the south the be tipping on 44’s
They be singing Friday on a Friday
But please don’t play my song nigga this ain’t my day
We can have a party and do it five ways
We can put the PA by the fireplace
Ask your boy if he wants to DJ
I’m trying to hear some “Hey Ya,” Andre 3k
I’m trying to hear some Estelle, “American Boy”
The neighbors better not complain about no damn noise
And if the cops come scream “Fuck five-o”
Okay one more time nigga “Fuck five-o”
Just make sure nobody opens the front door
I don’t care if they put the lights through the window
We ain’t coming together for no answers
The only thing we agree on is fuck cancer
Someone play that Thugger, that “Fuck Cancer”
Shout out to my mom, nigga, fuck cancer
And to the white kids: please don’t say it
And my nigga with the strap: please don’t spray it
Matter a fact, nigga please don’t bring it
And if you know the words nigga please go sing it

[Hook]
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
West side, west side
East side, east side
Left right, left right
Let everybody know we getting down tonight


P Money – Don’t Holla at Me


[Intro: Tee]
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Yo (Splurgeboys), yo

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, check this
Certain man talk more than a chick
Dropping names in next man’s biz
While he speaks, I was thinking (prick)
Listen, man, about financed whips
These times, man ah man knows who he is
I ain’t got time, I don’t wanna hear this
Dissing your own darg, you sound like a bitch
All because they didn’t follow man back
Feminine, you ain’t got a man’s back
You told him you would ride or die, then exposed him
Bet you didn’t tell him ’bout that (go on)
Rah, thought you were co-Ds
So why you telling me that he owes P?
07961 074964
Tell him what you told me

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 2: P Money]
Some of these girls get me vexed (vexed)
All they wanna do is talk about my ex (ex)
My expression shows no interest (none)
While she speaks, I was thinking “sket”
Talking what you don’t know, you’re such a beg (beg)
Acting like you don’t ever have sex (none)
Backstage, had her up against the wall
Squad goals when I bend it over like Becks (mad)
Now she wanna talk about man (mad ting)
Dem tings dere, I can’t stand (sad ting)
Had to ask her if she knows Vardy (why?)
All she does is chat shit and get banged
Talking like we just played dominoes
Like you weren’t backstage, getting deep panned
Ignoring his calls when he rang
That’s how I know that you link ’nuff man

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla

[Bridge: Tee]
Why’s my man hollering at me for?
How did he get my number?
Why’s that girl hollering at me for?
How did she get my number?
Cuh right now, man not too sure
Wonder, oh, I wonder
Cuh right now, man not too sure
You gave him my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)


P Money – Don’t Holla at Me Lyrics


[Intro: Tee]
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Yo (Splurgeboys), yo

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, check this
Certain man talk more than a chick
Dropping names in next man’s biz
While he speaks, I was thinking (prick)
Listen, man, about financed whips
These times, man ah man knows who he is
I ain’t got time, I don’t wanna hear this
Dissing your own darg, you sound like a bitch
All because they didn’t follow man back
Feminine, you ain’t got a man’s back
You told him you would ride or die, then exposed him
Bet you didn’t tell him ’bout that (go on)
Rah, thought you were co-Ds
So why you telling me that he owes P?
07961 074964
Tell him what you told me

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 2: P Money]
Some of these girls get me vexed (vexed)
All they wanna do is talk about my ex (ex)
My expression shows no interest (none)
While she speaks, I was thinking “sket”
Talking what you don’t know, you’re such a beg (beg)
Acting like you don’t ever have sex (none)
Backstage, had her up against the wall
Squad goals when I bend it over like Becks (mad)
Now she wanna talk about man (mad ting)
Dem tings dere, I can’t stand (sad ting)
Had to ask her if she knows Vardy (why?)
All she does is chat shit and get banged
Talking like we just played dominoes
Like you weren’t backstage, getting deep panned
Ignoring his calls when he rang
That’s how I know that you link ’nuff man

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla

[Bridge: Tee]
Why’s my man hollering at me for?
How did he get my number?
Why’s that girl hollering at me for?
How did she get my number?
Cuh right now, man not too sure
Wonder, oh, I wonder
Cuh right now, man not too sure
You gave him my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)




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