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Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics




[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you




Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics




[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
Excuse me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
I slimed up my grandma
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
Way more money than you
Ain’t no sympathy, no
Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 3: Duke]
I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
She like when I’m beat her down (down)
Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
Now we poppin’ them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics


[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm


Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics


[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more


Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics


[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!


Krewella – Runaway lyrics


[Verse 1]
And I got the world in the palm of my hands
And I, all I wanna do is make you dance
If I never see your face again, will I remember?
Every time we go out, free drinks, sitting in the VIP
Twenty minutes in, wanna leave quick
Do you wanna roll with me?
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Verse 2]
Oh, we, we could drive to the midnight sun
We’re free, we’re living like we just begun
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Bridge]
Pedal to the floor, got the windows down in a rental car
Hands on the wheel and your eyes light up like a thousand stars
If we never see the world again, know we will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway (runaway, runaway…)


Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Prof)


[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 1: Murs]
I make art, y’all niggas make hits
I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your area
Aerial attacks and burials and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
Better than the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
Casually I turn competition to casualties
Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
It’s Fash

[Chorus: Fashawn]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3: Prof]
I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown next door
In class with them hickey neck sores
That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a fraud
This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
Pookie

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth


Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Fashawn & Prof)


[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 1: Murs]
I make art, y’all niggas make hits
I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your area
Aerial attacks and burials and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
Better than the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
Casually I turn competition to casualties
Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
It’s Fash

[Chorus: Fashawn]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3: Prof]
I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown next door
In class with them hickey neck sores
That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a fraud
This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
Pookie

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth


KILLY – Live Your Last Lyrics


[Chorus]
Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds clash (what?), they gon’ do the dance (ha ha ha ha)
My bitch got class, wrist piece devilish (ha ha ha ha)
Do not ask, can’t pronounce this brand (yeah yeah)
Throw them bands (yeah yeah), and come back for my ring

[Chorus]
Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Big chain, medallion (what?)
Stay one hundred thousand
Ten toes down, I’m grounded (what?)
VIP so crowded (what?)
Shout out my accountant (count)
I’ma throw it, don’t count it (count)
Never care what the amount is (bands)
Cartier frames never cloudy (what?)
Got my whole gang, get rowdy (gang)
Put it four days, West Holly (hey)
Took a lil break from the party (tiki)
Palm trees, chillin’ with the feet up
Palm trees, chillin’ with the feet up (what?)
Treatin’ on the dash, [?] nina
Treatin’ on the dash, [?] nina
Love me, love my demeanor
Love me, love my demeanor (what, yeah)
Screw face lookin’ like Vegeta
Screw face lookin’ like Vegeta
I’m a demon with the divas
Mad man comin’ off the molly (what, what, molly, yeah)
Jumpman comin’ from the nineties (hey, jump jump jump)
Bad bitch like Aphrodite (bad bitch)
She wanna try me and indict me (me)
She can’t catch me, never find me (me)

[Chorus]
Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)


smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)


[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue


Justin Timberlake – Pepsi Super Bowl LII Halftime Show (Live)


[Filthy]
If you know what’s good
If you know what’s good
Haters gon’ say it’s fake
So real
Haters gon’ say it’s fake
So real
I said, put your filthy hands all over me
And no, this ain’t the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin’ up a mean servin’
No question, I want it
Fire up, everybody smokin’
Your friends, my friends
And they ain’t leavin’ till six in the morning (six in the morning)
Caught a chill, baby, you the coldest
Go far, put ’em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, don’t you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin’, "ooh, ooh"
So baby, don’t you mind if I do

[Rock Your Body]
Got time, but I don’t mind
Just wanna rock you, girl
I’ll have whatever you have
Come on let’s give it a whirl
See, I’ve been watchin’ you
And I like the way you move
So go ‘head, girl, just do it
That ass shakin’ thing you do
So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
And you all could meet me in the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it’s smellin’ right
So you pass to the left, then you sail to the right
Don’t be so quick to walk away (Dance with me)
I wanna rock your body, please stay (Dance with me)
You don’t have to admit you wanna play (Dance with me)
Just let me rock you till the break of day (Dance with me)

[Senorita]
Ladies and gentlemen
It’s my pleasure to introduce to you
He’s a friend of mine
"It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?"
"I don’t know but I’m thinking bout, really leaving with you"
"It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?"
"I don’t know but I’m thinking bout, really leaving with you"

[Sexyback]
I’m bringing sexy back
Them other boys don’t know how to act
I think it’s special, what’s behind your back?
So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack
Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way
Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you’re twerking with

[My Love]
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain’t gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that can take your spot, my love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that can take your spot, my love

[Cry Me A River]
You don’t have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now there’s just no chance for you and me
There’ll never be
And don’t it make you sad about it
Cry me a river (x8)

[Suit and Tie]
And as long as I got my suit and tie
Imma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love

[Until The End Of Time]
I woke up this morning
And heard the TV saying something
About disaster in the world and
It made me wonder where I’m going
There’s so much darkness in the world
But I see beauty left in you, girl
And what you give me let’s me know that I’ll be alright
‘Cause if your love was all I had, in this life
Well, that would be enough until the end of time
So rest your weary heart and relax your mind
‘Cause I’m gonna love you, girl, until the end of time

[Prince – I Would Die 4 U]
I’m not a woman
I’m not a man
I am something that you’ll never understand
I’ll never beat you
I’ll never lie
And if you’re evil I’ll forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You’re just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when you’re cold
Make you happy when you’re sad
Make you good when you are bad
I’m not a human
I am a dove
I’m your conscious
I am love
All I really need is to know that
You believe
Yeah, say one more time
You, I would die for you

[Mirrors]
‘Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go
Just put your hand on the glass
I’m here tryin’ to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you now
I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin’ back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn’t get any bigger
With anyone else beside me
And now it’s clear as this promise
That we’re making
Two reflections into one
‘Cause it’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

[Can’t Stop The Feeling]
I got this feeling inside my bones
It goes electric, wavy when I turn it on
All through my city, all through my home
We’re flying up, no ceiling, when we’re in our zone
I got that sunshine in my pocket
Got that good soul in my feet
I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops
I can’t take my eyes up off it
Moving so phenomenally
Room on lock the way we rock it
So don’t stop
And under the lights when everything goes
Nowhere to hide when I’m getting you close
When we move, well, you already know
So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine
Nothing I can see but you
When you dance, dance, dance
Feeling good, good, creeping up on you
So just dance, dance, dance
Come on
All those things I shouldn’t do
But you dance, dance, dance
And ain’t nobody leaving soon
So keep dancing
Everybody sing
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Got this feeling in my body
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Got this feeling in my body
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Wanna see you move your body
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Got this feeling in my body
Come on


RaeLynn – Festival


[Verse 1]
We didn’t care what we looked like
Dripping in sweat and desert vibes
We didn’t care who was watching, no
Our cotton candy make out on the side of

[Pre-Chorus 1]
A Ferris wheel I was scared to ride
But I knew that I could do it with you by my side

[Chorus]
We felt like VIP’s in the background
Couldn’t keep from kissing, getting glitter on your nose
When your body was holding me close
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
It was a hell of a sunset dream
You were all over me like we were seventeen
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
We fell in love, we fell in love at a festival

[Post-Chorus]
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival

[Verse 2]
I couldn’t stop staring at you
Wearing glow sticks on your tattooed arm
I couldn’t help the way I felt
I didn’t know you but you had my heart

[Pre-Chorus 2]
In the middle of that big, crazy crowd
You’re the only single person that stood out

[Chorus]
We felt like VIP’s in the background
Couldn’t keep from kissing, getting glitter on your nose
When your body was holding me close
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
It was a hell of a sunset dream
You were all over me like we were seventeen
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
We fell in love, we fell in love at a festival

[Post-Chorus]
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival

[Bridge]
Short shorts, rock shirts, singing every song
You had my heart all night long
Short shorts, rock shirts, singing every song
You had my heart all night long

[Outro]
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
(Short shorts, rock shirts singing every song)
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
(You had my heart all night long)


Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics


[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy


Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Flyers Up (Uncensored)


[Intro: Tee Grizzley and Lil Durk]
Durk what up, where you at?
I’m on Normal gang
What you tryna do?
Throwin’ stacks at Magic, today’s Monday right?
So we at that bitch come on
Bout to pull up

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I hang wit niggas that hang wit the niggas
That hang wit the killas that kill all the killers
I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas
Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla
Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
They bookin’ Tee Grizzley they know that I’m wit him
Why you keep barkin, they ain’t check the artist
We all in the section got 50’s on 50’s
Real niggas, street niggas
And we gon’ link wit the gangs
And we come to yo city (gang gang)
I need VIP bar
Them dracos gotta be close to us
We don’t fuck with no rappers
So I never show, can’t let chubbs get close to em
You post want flyers, I’ma hire every killer in the city
Try to go to it
They ain’t got no buzz
They don’t show no love
I know some cuz, bloods
They cool with us, ya
I know some shorties that’s still up in school
You tweakin’ cuz they is gone kill for a stack
You poppin’ them xanies you better not lack
You play wit the dead, no takin it back

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
My opps don’t die everyday
That’s cuz I ain’t beefin’ wit rookies
Yo enemies saw you and didn’t do nothing
That’s cuz you be beefin’ with pussies
I got some Crips that’s killas
Them niggas will murk you and go pray to Tookie
I got four bloods with 50’s
Don’t tweak unless you can duck two hundred bullets
Me and Durk go there they ain’t pattin us down
Get the sticks in and we pass em around
I feel at home when I’m out of town
I be 300 like Kevin no Leonidas
Me and Roc still sendin’ out J-Pays
Opps on the gram say he on nay-pay
He say he live login from a fake page
They over there, go get that drac thang
Free my nigga Mark Meezy
Used to lay in niggas bushes
Yo mama died that’s yo fault
We was tryna get you, niggas got tired of looking
A nigga get he ups on me?
I know them niggas gon’ cook me
If I beef wit a rapper I’ma book him
Come to my shows I’m strapped wit a 40

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)


Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company Lyrics


[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP


Gucci Mane & T-Pain – Lit (feat. Steve Aoki) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)


[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit


Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)


[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go


Patsergedrag – Sevn Alias songtekst


Songtekst Sevn Alias – Patsergedrag

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedrag.

Alias Ik stress niet om ho’s enzo
Money veel, nu vallen ze net domino’s
Heb ik tijd mag ze rijden, geen Rodeo
Ben ik druk zie ik je niet, ogen Tokiyo
Ik rook goeie hasj, ik voel het in mijn zakken
Maar ik geef het uit alsof ik rijk ben
Chain icey en me pols eng, dit is Louis Vuitton geen MyBrand
Ik ga niet met je mee praten over verlies, verdriet wanneer ik je broke met de Kerst zie
Ironisch want ik vind niet eens Kerst, jij bent veteraan jij was vroeg aan net Hersey
Ik krijg love van de buurt want ik geef de buurt love, ik heb liters voor me broeders net Jersey
Eerst voelde ze niks, maar nu wilt ze dick, ze deed stig maar nu duikt ze en ze kopt van Persie.

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedrag.

T’ is je boy uit de hoofdstad
Kom zitten op mijn schoot schat, skip je vriend als hij broke was
Die kleine jongen dacht even dat ie groot was
Heel veel cash maar je boy heeft ook pas
Ja, je b*tch stapt in we gaan let’s go
En me money is lang, dat is echt zo
Dit is Jack $hirak, geen Esko
Kleine jongen kom is kijken hoe ik stacks blow
Je bent geen biggie daggoe maar een lening trekker
Je vrouw helpt me steeds met me paper tellen
Echt waar ik ga je een ding zeggen, ik heb schijt aan jou ben nog steeds mezelf
Zeg de juf van vroeger en de meester effe
Dat we heel dik gaan, ja we leven lekker
Ik pak vijf voor een show, geef de helft aan me paps
Motherfucker ik verdeel het effe.

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedraaag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedraaag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedraaag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedrag.

Nam die risico’s, je moet durefen
Zij wilt knuffelen, wel verdubbelen
Stack is dik nu, vroeger döner run
Want het liep niet, maar nu runnen we
Ja, ik ben op patsergedraaag 5 shows, 30k want ik klap in de nacht
Ik ben eindelijk rijk, had niks anders verwacht
Ik ben boos op je stage maar ik lach naar de bank ha-ha
Bro wat’s aan de hand, 5 kop op Real, bro wat’s met de stand, Ja Als ik win boek ik trip naar Sri Lanka
Gaat het mis moet ik effe naar de Gamma
Voor die boys met avondklokken
Ga je money pikken, ben je vaak betrokken
Deze rare jongen maakte zware sprongen
Ben op hoge winst en op lage kosten, jajaa.

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedraaag
Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles, dat is patsergedraaag
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap, ben op patsergedraaag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om me nek, ben op patsergedraaag
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ben op patsergedrag.

Op die VIP deck met een b*tch aan een fles
Ik beef met je .. met je ho op me lap
Ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag dit is patsergedraggg.
Sevn Alias songtekste
Video Sevn Alias


Baby – Tory Lanez feat. Dj E Feezy lyrics


Lyrics Tory Lanez – Baby

You know we had to do another one, right
Heavier the DJ E Feezy
It’s gon’ be your favourite song
You know we gotta keep it smooth and sexy for my ladies
Trust me, we got more on the way
Promise me, want make this song
Tory, talk to ’em.(baby)

Soon as we pulled up, she put purple in the cup
Rolled five in the joint, I was tryna say wassup
All my niggas in the VIP, we ain’t even need ID
Feelin’ like I’m B.I.G., yeahhh.

When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a f*ck, doe
Versuri-lyrics.info
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna f*ck doe
I’m still tryna f*ck so.

I’ll be the one to
Hit you late at night and freak ya body, babyyy
I wanna freak ya body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party babe.

So I hit the plug up and my nigga for the zip
I’m already on the drank, I don’t need to buy the sip
Altogether, it’s like three of us, so I might have a threesome
And I’ll just tell ’em keep f*cking, yeah.

When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a f*ck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna f*ck doe
I’m still tryna f*ck so.

I’ll be the one to
Hit you late at night and freak ya body, babyyy
I wanna ya freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, babyyy
Wanna have a party, babyyy
Me, you and her can have a party babeee.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video Tory Lanez


Vip – Mario feat. Essemm dalszoveg


Dalszoveg Mario – Vip

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP -ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

A bal kezemben Whisky, a jobb kezemben miksi
Nem kell a hiszti, csak haza akarlak vinni
Jól áll a szoknya, meg jó nagy a bullja
A fajtám nem koppan, nálad gyilkos a forma
Tetszel, kellesz! Veled este meglesz, mert kell
Megtudod hamarosan drágám, hogy milyen vagyok én
Elcsábítottál neked szól a zeném
Veszélyes a brigád, rajok vagyunk, ez a világ
A mi hibánk, utánunk futnak a gádzsik, értünk zokognak a pinák
Mert nekem is- neked is kell néha relax, sok a stressz
Menjen a dance, ma este minden lesz
Mert én vagyok neked a G-W-M, VIP és a brigád, ha nem ismered testvér a csajodat kérdezd
Raj vagyok azt csinálok amit akarok, ha bemegyek valahova tesó a buli elszabadul.

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Hidd el vezet az utamon a szaglásom
Jó érzékem van, hogy a lány engem lásson
A vére után megyek mint egy vámpír
Már nála vagyok még mielőtt rám ír
Most itt vannak a tettek urai
“NEM BÍROK A VÉREMMEL”, mint a Burai
Nincs olyan, hogy nem leszel…
Az enyém, mikor velem elveszel
Mondtam, hogy nem a többi palid vagyok
Nem egy palimadár, aki a kalitkában ragyog
Hanem aki az éjszakában mutatja a fényeket
Nem ígérgetek, én mutatom a tényeket
Minden barátnőd rám mosolyog
De most nem érdekel más csakis a mosolyod
Sajnos örökké szeretni nem tudlak
De ígérem boldog leszel hogyha meg..

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza versuri-lyrics.info
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Nem lehetsz Te másé, már csak az enyém
Gyere rosszlány, az este hidd el csak a tiéd
Ó várj, meglásd, hogy nem lesz mit megbánj
Szemedbe látom baba ég a tűz, az se baj hogyha rossz útra tévedünk
Gyere rázd meg a tested, a rajongód lettem, éjjel az ágyban, hagy lássam a melled!

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magaddd.
Mario dalszovegek
Video Mario


Chief Keef – Grab A Star (Thot Breaker Album)


[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse]
These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
I ball, Taj Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide o-pen
Been gettin’ it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
These bitches love Chief Lo, but I’m not so sweet though
And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
Her boyfriend is spying, she’s like, "you have to hide me"
These bitches love me, that’s all I can see
I’m so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
I don’t see brown or white, all I see is green
To count all this cash, I might need a team

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse 2]
Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain’t gotta park it
All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
And I’m sipping, but I can’t stop, I can’t be hardened
These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I’m no rooty tooty though
Don’t want [?], all you can know
Row row ya boat, that’s all you can roll
I’m stuffing these cones like an audience clones
And I’m not really into mannequin though
But I’m somewhere in the Madigan dough
But I walk around like a manikin though
Now yo bitch on the way
She want this on me
But she’s listening, can a bitch hold me?
You can be lactose, still can’t shit on me
Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 [?]

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star


Jasmin Jusic – Kralj Diskoteka


Kralj sam diskoteka, djuskaj…
kralj sam diskoteka

Uspio sam u zivotu
Bog mi dao sve
i sto moze da se kupi
ruke zarade

Kabrio, dzip, limuzina
sve po potrebi
al’ ustvari sto mi treba
to si samo ti

[REF.]
Kralj sam diskoteka
svuda VIP
sve se meni nude
samo neces ti

Kralj sam diskoteka
a trosit’ nemam s kim
reci mi sve zelje, maco
da ti ispunim

Uspio sam u zivotu
Bog mi dao sve
i sto moze da se kupi
ruke zarade

Prada, Gucci i Armani
po mjeri mi kroje
a ja oko struka samo
zelim ruke tvoje

[REF.]
Kralj sam diskoteka
svuda VIP
sve se meni nude
samo neces ti


Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)


[Verse 1: Murs]
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
With this chick that I met up on the internate
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is that?
I met her at a show (oh)
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 2: Rittz]
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Should’ve packed, yeah
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?


Take A Mic – Interlude (Boite Noire Album)


[Intro]
Han, c’est magique
Toujours la même recette l’ami
Shabz, Take

[Couplet 1]
J’me fais rare comme une meuf bien sur les réseaux sociaux
J’avance avec le même blaze, avec les mêmes cas sociaux
J’vais tout niquer sur Paris, on parle de moi à Sochaux
Les rappeurs font les bandits, ils peuvent pas payer l’eau chaude
Avant, elle m’voyait comme une merde, maint’nant j’suis Papi Chulo
Les deux pieds sur terre en mode avion, salope j’ai du boulot
C’est dur d’essuyer des erreurs quand t’es au bout du rouleau
On est installé dans le VIP, ta sœur veut boire au goulot
Tu vois les Gucci, tu crois qu’j’ai moins d’soucis
Incompris, mais j’demande pas d’sous-titre
Insoumis, chez nous y’a pas d’sous-fifre
Instinct d’survie, on t’nique ta grand-mère sur l’vif
J’suis en tête d’affiche et dans les grandes boutiques
La plaquette de mon poto quand t’allumes ton stick
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Fais voir ton cul, j’ai envie d’niquer
Ramenez-moi au stud’, j’ai envie d’kicker
L’hiver en bas des blocs, on sait pas skier
Les sales gosses ont d’l’argent sale parce que c’est stylé
J’suis acteur principal, ils préfèrent Sauvez Willy
Comme B-2-o-b-a, j’vais dans ta mère en wheeling
J’me fais per-pom dans l’bolide, elle met les warnings
Tu peux être sûr qu’on s’arrêtera pas tant qu’on est pas winner
J’vois même pas passer l’heure

[Pont] x2
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ça change rien, j’les allume

[Couplet 2]
Aucun BPM me résiste, j’écris sans la résine
Mes lèvres donnent le tempo, et c’est mon cerveau qui rédige
Mes textes, des fiches techniques, suivi par des bad bitchs
J’te donne les répliques et j’me fais per-pom dans la régie
On fait pas la course avec un moteur en sous-régime
On connait la rue, ils révisent, on en perd du temps à rêver
Le premier qu’on a servi, c’était pas l’premier arrivé
Les derniers sont les premiers, j’m’en bats les couilles d’la ligne d’arrivée
Ta meuf, c’est une pute avec des dossiers compressés
Givenchy, j’suis décomplexé
Tiens l’bracelet "backstage accès"
Biatch, c’est ton jour d’essai
Oh les mythos, ils sont dans l’excès, j’les entends parler d’drive-by en Lexus
D’espèces et de grosses villas, à part Phillipp Plein, tu connais pas l’luxe
Au comico’, tu connais la combine, nie
Dis riens sur le plan qu’on a combiné
J’suis dans un hôtel cinq étoiles et j’écris après minuit
En attendant qu’elle vienne boire au robinet
J’suis talentueux mais j’veux pas m’éteindre comme Robinho
J’parle dans ma tête à mon binôme
Les rappeurs d’aujourd’hui, ils alignent même pas six mots
T’as pas le niveau de mes démos
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots, envoie


Take A Mic – Planning (Boite Noire Album)


[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 1]
J’suis prêt, faut qu’ça dure
J’compte plus les MCs qu’j’ai abattu
La street et la hype m’ont entendu, paire de McQueen sur le bitume
Meuf, j’peux pas répondre au tel, j’suis booké
Tes ch’veux frisés me laissent pas anodins mais j’ai mille et un projets à boucler
Cesse de bouder, fais à bouffer
Élégant quand on sort, j’ai explosé tout mon budget
On met les gants quand tu dors
Un coup d’feu dans le VIP, c’est une soirée arrosée
Parle à mon manager, c’est 2 000 balles juste pour la demie-heure
Monnaie dans ma tête, monnaie dans mon cœur
Le flow d’un rappeur, le swag d’un rockeur

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 2]
Y’a rien qui change
Si j’fais du blé, démarre la caisse et j’vais m’perdre au milieu des Champs
Faut saisir ta chance, à part les envieux, les haineux, rien d’bien méchant
Sur la tournée, ta chienne est détournée, faut bien remplir la chambre, nan ?
Choisis ton camp, la concur’ ils sont pas à l’heure où j’te parle, j’ai de l’or sur les dents
Y’en a qui regrettent et qui retournent leur veste car j’suis plus sur le banc
J’augmente le niveau, et les meufs et le rap c’était bien mieux avant, nan ?

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning


Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up


[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah


Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go


I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my finger prints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ready steady, ready let’s go!
But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go I don’t exist
They become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather
I’m carefree
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
(Ready set, ready let’s go)

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I’m free as a spirit


Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby


Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold


COSMO – Lights Out lyrics


Yeah…oh…
Lights out [x2]

I’m late to the party ‘cause it started at 9
I gotta call up my ex, so I’m runnin’ behind
I’m wearing my stilettos with a couple of…
And tonight, I’m hanging up ‘cause I wanna get loose

I think I’m gonna fall in love with the DJ tonight…
And make him press all my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

And turn the…

[Chorus: ]

(lights out)
I just wanna move (wanna move)
Now turn the…(lights out)
Wind me up and see what I can do
Turn the…(lights out)
Don’t you wanna play (wanna play)
And turn the…(lights out)
We can party (and party)

And wave hands in the air and my make-up is smeared
I think I’m loosing my mind, so many boys up in here
And the damn VIP is the place for me
I’m not with that…but I’m cool as can be

I think I fell in love with the DJ tonight…
I let him press my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

We turn the…

[Chorus x2]

And when the light’s out…

This is the part when you turn me on (uh huh)
This is the part when you turn me on
But first, you press play, and then turn me on
First you press play, and then you turn me on.

Put your hands up [x4]
Hands up (x2)

[Chorus]

L-l-l-lights out…(x5)


Jacquees & Dej Loaf – At The Club (Fuck A Friend Zone Album)


[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go