Tag: VR


Renni Rucci – Hands On Ya Knees Lyrics (feat. Kevin Gates)


[?]

You know you kinda bad and you workin’ with some ass
1942, I’m ’bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin’ in and I be runnin’ up a sack
f*ck it up tonight, nigga right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the bed
[?] do the dash

Please don’t be llama drive like Steve Nash
Droptop coupe, it’s the high-speed jail
Panoramic roof got the VR glass
Porn while I’m goin’ baby, where the lean at?

Fragrance on another level, love it how you smell
Only other question, when is me and you gon’ get together?
Diamonds don’t reflect the way I’m talking ’bout whatever
Never had your p*ssy pleasure but I’m [?]
Turned the [?] orange, in the beginning it was yellow
I hate to be alone, options open, I got several
Plain Jane rollie, ain’t no diamonds in the bezel
No, we not movin’ on, I can leave you where I met you

You know you kinda bad and you workin’ with some ass
1942, I’m ’bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin’ in and I be runnin’ up a sack
f*ck it up tonight, nigga right back in my bag

All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the bed
[?] do the dash

Please don’t be llama drive like Steve Nash
Droptop coupe, it’s the high-speed jail
Panoramic roof got the VR glass
Porn while I’m goin’ baby, where the lean at?

I’m not into dancin’ but when you dancin’ like how you standin’
Bad bitch [?] like I’m classy
Transit when you be swaggin’, I’m in the fashion
When you in the custom, boy, I know you just be actin’
I’m flashin’ out behind, you don’t fall in love
Grip you from behind, you ballin’ up
I’m passionate when I’m smashin’, you call me daddy
Cracked just to make you happy, you for a laughin’

You know you kinda bad and you workin’ with some ass
1942, I’m ’bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin’ in and I be runnin’ up a sack
f*ck it up tonight, nigga right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the bed
[?] do the dash


Kesi – Livet Er Langt, Lykken Er Kort Lyrics


[Intro]
Yo, du ved, vi aldrig har det [?]
[?]
Get the f*ck out here, bih
Yo, husk at hold’ dine venner tæt, husk at hyg’ dig, G

[Vers 1]
Så mange bundter på mig, ligner jeg’ i Bundesligaen
Alt, hva’ hun vil, er at ses med Kian og være rundt om Sivas
Hvis man ikk’ får kærlighed, har man ikk’ noget at gi’ af
Tænk, vi plejede at være på bunden, nu det’ buenos días, ey
Og top 50 ligner en stor reklame
Så jeg valgt’ at købe mig to ure ligesom fjorten dage
Sikker på, din mor, søster og din bror er fan
Ja, vi’ stadig unge og dumme, livet i den hurtig’ ban’, yeah
Skud ud Mass, skud ud disco:wax
Ny kontrakt er helt i max, burde ha’ købt sommerhus på Trinidad
Men jeg doblede op og investerede alt
Og du kender mig, jeg si’r aldrig ting, hvis de ikk’ er sande
Jamz har en datter, vi’ vokset på alle parametre
Hun ved, jeg har hend’, hvis hun nogensinde har problemer
Vi ga’ jer designer, da I stadig havde Zara-gener
Bygger et imperium, I står stille, så vi snakkes sener’, ey
Træt af at tale med folk, taler penge, jeg sku’ ha’ en tolk
Har haft din yndlings dame på et spaophold
Og jeg drikker stadig rom, når de dage er kolde
Henne lukker spillet ned, ved ikk’, hva’ de fabler om
De si’r, jeg ændrede mig, men de ændrede måden de så på mig
Bare fordi, jeg ikk’ vil’ buk’ under
Ingen falsk energi ka’ bo hos mig
Tanker inde i hovedet på mig, I sku’ ha’ troet på mig

[Omkvæd]
Livet er langt (Livet er langt), lykken er kort (Lykken er kort)
Men jeg håber bar’, vi allesam’ klarer den (Sam’ klarer den)
Livet er langt (Livet er langt), lykken er kort (Lykken er kort)
Men jeg håber bar’, vi allesam’ klarer den ([?], bro)

[Vers 2]
Vigtig for musikscenen, det ku’ de ha’ sagt sig selv
De tror, at de’ konkurrenter, men det’ bare en bagatel
De vil gerne snak’ snak, men vil aldrig bak’ det selv
Har sagt, der’ kun én af mig, men der er så mange af dem
Vi var utilfredse, lavede en uvending, prøv at se udfaldet
Prøver træk’ mine penge ud, ta’ dem med til udlandet
For de’ useriøse, gaden har mig udmattet
De vil spise, sidder fast på mig som en sugemalle
Tænk den gang i kørt’ i 1A’er
Hang mig og min flok rundt om Veneda, og se jer
I vil smide fitna, er med Kim og Jamz de ryger hele træer
I gør kun ting online, lever i VR
I var i Fætter BR, jeg var mest sete på DR
Vi ændrer spillet, ti år senere ved de ikk’, hvem *SKRAT* er
Men sig mig, ka’ jeg andet end at grin’ her?
Undervurderet, overbetalt, men det’ bar’ så’n det er (Så’n det er)
Økonomisk frihed, det’ målet med det
Har det ikk’ som en kendis, ka’ tit gå rundt og glem det’
Ka’ ikk’ skru’ ned, før alle de her munde er mættet
Har været på bunden, det’ helvede, men vi vinder, så vi skåler herud’ (Skåler, skåler, skåler, skåler…)
Vi skåler (Skåler, skåler, skåler, skåler…)

[Omkvæd]
Livet er langt (Livet er langt), lykken er kort (Lykken er kort)
Men jeg håber bar’, vi allesam’ klarer den (Sam’ klarer den)
Livet er langt (Livet er langt), lykken er kort (Lykken er kort)
Men jeg håber bar’, vi allesam’ klarer den

[Outro]
Folk kan altid finde en måde at have det sjovt på
Åh, sinds!


2 Chainz – I Said Me Lyrics


[Intro]
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
(30, you a mothafuckin’ fool, nigga)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles (Yeah) and warm woolen mittens
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got plenty of this shit
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
I got plenty in my bag, I got plenty in my holster
Plenty of ammo
These are a few of my favorite things
Big long like… you know what I’m sayin’, but I’m really…
My kids be listenin’ to my shit, now, I be havin’ to dumb that shit down, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin’ killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin’ who it was
I said me

[Verse 1]
I get high if it’s the right amount (Yeah)
I get a buzz checkin’ my account (Alright)
I get tipsy eatin’ red pussy (Tell ’em)
I stay drippin’ ’cause the feds lookin’ (Tru)
Teriyaki on my portobello
So many rides at the house look like a fender bender
Slept on the futon, I know hard remember (Lord)
I ain’t have no work done like Kendall Jenner
Got my first plug around 19
Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting
Yeah, I’m on the top, icing
Maybach truck, enticing
Somethin’ prestigious, precisely
Lookin’ within just to sightsee
I see you lookin’ sharp, lightning
My past is really dark, frightening

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin’ killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin’ who it was
I said me

[Verse 2]
I just lost my count countin’ blessings
12th grade I got locked up for possession
I tried to call God, but he ain’t answer (Hello)
Sent me to voicemail, he pressed cancel (Damn)
Load the AR for temper tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
A round hit a A&R, damn, son (Yeah, yeah)
She know she is a snack like concession (Snack)
I used to sell crack out the detention (I did)
Had a MAC-11 at Burger King
Me and Steph gon’ turn this to a murder scene (Bow-bow, bow)
Talkin’ no beef, no pork and bean (Nah)
Serve you Young Dro, make your shoulder lean
Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
This shit here real as hell, no VR
When the light bill up and down like a seesaw

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin’ killer was
I said me, uh (Raindrops, roses)
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah (Raindrops, roses)
Overseas in a yacht, they askin’ who it was
I said me

[Verse 3]
Think I was born with trap in my system (Was I?)
‘Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (Bow)
On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow)
Been a long road, check the distance (Road)
Rest in peace, tats the initials
Put it in black and white like officials
Dope cases messin’ up hoop dreams
All you know is get money is the routine
(Raindrops, roses)
Used to want birds like Larry (Swish)
Used to keep the white like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses)
It was my oblige like Mary (Blige)
Had the J’s at the end like Terrance
Vibin’ on the terrace with some red wine
I be gettin’ started ’round bed time (Tru)
It’s either fed time or it’s state time
If you don’t make time, better take time