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Kodak Black – Why You Always Gotta Go Lyrics




[Intro]
Ooh, why you always gotta go?
Why you gotta leave?
Why you always gotta go?
Kodak, why you gotta leave?
Why you gotta leave?
Yeah, when we link up, man, we legendary

[Chorus]
Why you always gotta go?
Kodak, why you gotta leave?
You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
Probably never got your heart broke before
But you gon’ get your karma for sure
Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
Never got my heart broke before

[Verse 1]
Baby, that’s a dub, fallin’ for no whore
She want love, but I just want war
I’m runnin’ with my Z like my name Gohan
I bring a nigga that static, think he seein’ Pokémon
My first hundred Gs, made it with my soldiers, huh
So when you see me with my Res on my feet, you know it’s on
From the bricks, I rock a Dickie fit, I don’t need Saint Laurent
Million dollar nigga, seven figure, Yves Saint Laurent
Maybe I think I’m paranoid when I’m feelin’ on yo’ booty
Can’t break my heart ’cause I’m a thug, love just a illusion
Real thug need a lady to hold him down ’cause we go through shit
I ride or die with the hive, but we treat ’em like they groupies

[Chorus]
Why you always gotta go?
Kodak, why you gotta leave?
You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
Probably never got your heart broke before
But you gon’ get your karma for sure
Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
Never got my heart broke before

[Verse 2]
Tell karma when she come to bring her lingerie to the crib
And a towel to bathe with the couple days that she here
Yeah, I heard her heart cold, but mine’s glacier to the year
Yeah, I got right in that water, I dove straight from the pier
Went to jail, and I ain’t never been free for a year
Ever since then, the kid ain’t never seen the streets a whole year
I ain’t pressin’, applyin’ pressure on a bitch ’cause that’s weird
I ain’t stressin’, ‘specially never ’bout a bitch ’cause that’s weird
She’s a nat nat, she’s a queer
She’s a nat nat, she’s a theory
Make it rain like a dear
Stunt severe, stuntin’ yearly
Like you ain’t got no ears
Express myself, but you don’t hear me
I’m breakin’ out in tears
Damn, lil’ dear, you gon’ kill me

[Chorus]
Why you always gotta go?
Kodak, why you gotta leave?
You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
Probably never got your heart broke before
But you gon’ get your karma for sure
Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
Never got my heart broke before




Cardi B – Bodak Yellow




[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves


Lana Del Rey – Take Me To Paris (Cherry Blossom Album)


Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

You’re sitting in your office, dreaming of a different life;
You say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side.
If we don’t leave town now, we’re never gonna get out of here alive.
I’m walking home from school, my thoughts are drifting into space;
Why don’t we leave tonight and take off to a different place?
Don’t tell my daddy why, gotta get on that plane and just fly.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

I wanna be that fantasy that you got on your mind;
Flying across the sea to somewhere that they’ll never find.
We should go out while we young, ’cause one day, we will want to rewind.

Our time in Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

Walking through the streets at dawn, we dance by empty carousels,
Singing about the Sacré-Cœur, and climbing up the Tour Eiffel.
Under the stars, we are, we are dreaming.

You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.


Trey Songz – 93 Unleaded (feat. Dave East) (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)


[Intro: Trey Songz]
Yeah

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Look at your hair, look at your clothes
Yeah, look at your nails, check out your toes, yeah
Body on slow mo, come here
You got a nigga frooz like a lil baby deer (God damn)
Ooh, baby girl, you’re cool like this time of year
Girl, you hot as motherfuckin’ fish grease, yeah
You don’t need a chair, sit it down right here
And if you want it all, you can get that there
Say you like to read, let me get between them pages
Know you like to work out, I can spot while you squat
Know these other girls, they ain’t got what you got
Tryna fill your tank ’til the top

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Bridge: Dave East]
Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Ay, look at your body, wait, look in my eyes
Ay, picture my face, ay, between your thighs
Ay, my lips on yours, drip, drip some more
All of my time, I’m goin’ down
Tryna find your spot, I’m tryna keep it there (ay, ay)
I be goin’ deep, so baby, be prepared
Super direct, no disrespect, yeah
Oh, so sexy, I need that, yeah

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Verse 3: Dave East]
93, you gotta fuck wanna ride with me
I look like I hit the lottery, only with niggas that die for me
I used to be at with all the hammers and all the scammers and all where the powder be
You hated, so fuck your apology, you see that red stripe on my Prada tee
I jump out the Rover now, fully loaded
Ain’t hard to see, I’ve been took over now
Same bitches wouldn’t even pay attention
I can bend them over, choke ’em now
Bottom of my teeth golden now
Only backwoods, I can roll a pound
Homies locked, I can hold ’em down
Got Givenchy stars on my shoulder now
New grib, new bitch, true Crip, whip like a bowlin’ ball
Yves Saint Laurent or the Dolce shades, I don’t even know though, sure
Only if she bad I might see it, full of Henny, so I might eat it
Only socks and my wife beater, her brain better than a mind reader

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

[Outro: Dave East & Trey Songz]
Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you, (I just feel like you the one)
Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you


Grace – You Don’t Own Me lyrics

October 5, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Grace]
You don’t own me
You don’t own me

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Woah, let’s go
But I’m Gerald and I can always have just what I want
She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent
But nope, she ain’t with it though
All because she got her own dough
Boss bossed if you don’t know
She could never ever be a broke ho
[Verse 2: Grace]
You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

[Chorus: Grace]
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

[Verse 3: Grace]
You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down cause I’d never stay

[Chorus: Grace]
Don’t tell me what to do
And don’t tell me what to say
Please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display

[Verse 4: G-Eazy]
Really though, honestly
I get bored of basic bitches
She’s the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her
If shes alone and if she’d sent some pictures, she said no (what)
Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself
Never asking for your help, independent woman
She ain’t for the shelf
No, she’s the one
Smoke with her till the weed is gone
Stayin’ up until we see the sun
Baddest ever, I swear she do it better than I’ve ever seen it done
Never borrow, she ain’t ever loan
That’s when she told me she ain’t never ever ever ever gonna be owned

[Verse 5: Grace]
I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please

You don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t, you don’t
You don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t own me


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