[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Oh yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 1: Davido]
[?], said you the one though
Oh girl, I thought you said you the one
For your [?] girl, I’ll be a lover
[?], said you be the one
[?]
I was chilling by the bar
Sippin’ at the sea, you was having sex on the beach
Baby girl we gon’ shut down
[?], we go one time
This pussy got me on lockdown
I like it when she comes around, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got the juice baby, yeah, put you in the mood baby, yeah
Sex with you was too crazy, yeah, wish there was two of you baby
Yeah, I need two of you, you should move how I move too, yeah
Black hoodie and some black boots in the 2018 Benz coupe, yeah
Left wrist lookin’ like ooh, and my pinky ring on froze, ooh yeah
Diamonds looking so cold, like an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it’s 54 a show, mm-yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when its daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Outro: Davido]
Shout out to my New York baby
Shout out to my [?]
Shout out to my African baby
Love to my London lady




[Verse]
There’s money on your head you’re a wanted face
Upside down I’m gonna turn this place
In the shadow of the city you’ve been laying low
Whoah – I won’t let go

[Chorus]
London don’t let me down
London don’t let me down this time
Take my luck and turn it round
London don’t let me down this time
Wo-oh
Wo-oh
Wo-oh
Wo-oh

[Verse]
Down the barrel of the night I’ve got you in my sights
A figure under flicker of an old street light
In the shadow of the city you’ve been laying low
Whoah – I won’t let go

[Chorus]
New York don’t let me down
New York don’t let me down this time
Take my luck and turn it round
New York don’t let me down this time
Wo-oh
Wo-oh
Wo-oh
Wo-oh

[Bridge]
Oh city lights
Show me love and show me life
Surrender yourself to me
In your streets I still believe

[Interlude]
I wanna feel alive, I wanna feel alive
I wanna feel alive, I wanna feel alive

[Chorus]
Take my luck and turn it round
Cairo don’t let me down this time
Wo-oh
(There’s money on your head)
Wo-oh
(you’re a wanted face)
Wo-oh
(Upside down I’m gonna turn this place)
Wo-oh
(In the shadow of the city you’ve been laying low)
Wo-oh
(Whoah – I wanna feel a-)
Wo-oh
(-live I wanna feel a-)
Wo-oh
(-live I wanna feel a-)
Wo-oh
(-live I wanna feel a-)
Wo-oh


[Intro{ Tory Lanez]
And all my New York girls
Oh, and all my Latina girls
Yeah, yeah to my LA girls
Girls around the world

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Only call when you want somethin’
Sexy lady, [??] fuck for me like you on somethin’
Willy tops [??] boo boo like Nundada
Cock it up so back it down, buy me a [??] (hmm)

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She a beg for this when in advance we just saw one bodmans dances
I need it like weed and herb, oh
See she movin’, she groovin’, ooh I like her stance
Just me and her like meanies, oh girl

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Singers and martyrs
Broke it down wine and you fling it to pada
Broke down wine and you bring it to pada
Bring it to father
Deal with the martyrs

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You got some, somebody
I got somebody too
Wine on me
Go slowly
I’m into you

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
And I know you know I’ll fuck you better than he can
And I know you know you’ll fuck me better than she can
So why we playing games when we can?
When I know, I know I’ll fuck you better than he can
Come on it
Somali
Sip on me
East African girl, she on me
Jamaica, Tobogga, Barbados
[??]
They scream “Ai carico”
Dominicana, Cubana, Columbiana
I’m on you mama (hmm)


Yeah…
It’s your boy J. Are man…
This one goes out to the real people
Them real ones in my life…
Okay…
I don’t know maybe you could relate…
So Ima take you way back…
Back before the journey man…
Show you who I’m talking bout…
Take this ride with me…
Let’s go…

Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston
Where og’s be gettin it
And them yungins
Be raising big guns…
Type of lifestyle
We lived inside the garrison
Ain’t no comparison
Stay finding bodies in barrels son…
So embarrassing
To be hungry for days
See mama crying for pay
As she sweat over pales
Tryna make it through the day
Just to put food on our plates
It’s not a beautiful state
I swear to god
I’m might lose it today…

Change up
Up in New York
Different place
Different pace
Still suffering wasn’t a new sport
Had to speed up my mind
Before I lose thought
And get my ass on the grind
Before I drew short
Makin moves north
Linkin up with homies and cronies
I knew since high school
The right dudes
To help me get on my twos
Fought…
Through all the shit
Hustling everyday
To say look nigga
What paying my fucking dues bought…

But I knew nought
That all that shit is just a phase
Til them boys in them suits
And them blues caught
Up to me
Cuz man eventually
All that shit you see on tv
Isn’t really what it appears to be
But with reality
Being so unscrupulous
I had to shoot for bust
Do it for my family
And beat it
Til them shooters rust…
Cuz ain’t nobody here
Gon do for us
So it’s winning
And nothing less
There ain’t no lose to us…

I do it for
Hugh
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(If I shine, You shine)
(Do the crime, Not time)
(On that grind, Til we fine)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
Cuz all I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

And this is real and it kills
Sometime I wonder
How my mama used to pay them bills…
With no daddy around
Shit nobody around
I put my head on the ground
Screaming loud
But really there ain’t no sound…
I pray to god for a sunny day
Cuz I swear my mama tears
This world could wash away…
I wonder why she never runaway
And I ain’t talkin in a funny way
But if I pick up this gun up
I’m sure I’m robbing someone today…

Man…
If she knew what I was doing
Saw me in them streets
Her image of me would be ruined
I know she wants what’s best for me
But it ain’t easy see
Her hiding her emotions
Switching her pillow cases every morning…
Her eyes swollen
As if she’s mourning
But she told me never give up
Keep my head up
And focus on what’s important…
But how could I not
When I’m feeling helpless
God help me
Before I start kicking doors in…

It’s been a trip, shit
But you never flipped
Our past written
Could of hit a couple mil on script…
I remember when bud fell out
Not even a tear fell out
Searching for niggas whereabouts
Dying to fuckin air them out…
But you hold me and told me
That I should focus on my goals
Don’t let the devil control me…
And even with your
Roller-coaster emotions
You raised five kids
All by your lonesome
That’s why…

I do it for
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(You the best and you’re mine)
(Mama your love is refine)
(Give you the world)
(Still I’m trying)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
All I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

And you…
You were throughout the storm too
Kept me warm, felt the love
Throughout your arms too…
When these streets
Were too much for me to take
You held me down
I swear you hiding a cape
You never lost your faith…
Never tripped on how much
I used to accumulate
You was never fake
Guess it was fate
For me to meet you when I did
Cuz if I didn’t
Maybe by now
I would’ve already
Passed the pearly gates…

Remember when tony got shot
I had to rush the block
Poppin shots
At fuck niggaz
Trying to off they tops…
But it got hot with cops
Then you pulled up on spot
Peeped it all
Then came over girl
And locked my glock…
I remember when I wrote my first rap
You heard it and clapped
Then put my head up in your lap
And said do it baby
Don’t let you nothing you hold back
Now I’m doing it
Headed to the top
Girl ain’t no looking back
Cuz…

I do it for
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(I gotta make you my bride)
(For you forever I’ll ride)
(Do it all for your smile)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
All I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…

Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston, Kingston…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston, Kingston…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston, Kingston…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in…
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston…

I do it for
Hugh
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
(If I shine, You shine)
(Do the crime, Not time)
(On that grind, Til we fine)
Yeah for you…
Hugh…
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
Hugh…
And that’s the way how I feel
Cuz all I see now is fake
Can’t lose my grip on what’s real…


[Verse 1]
I cut my hair on Tuesday
I thought it would help you stay away
From the New York subway
World unraveling

[Verse 2]
We drove my car that weekend
100 miles barely speaking
9 AM, heavy breathing
Try to figure out the meaning

[Chorus]
I’m sorry for your loss
You probably get that a lot
We didn’t have to talk
You probably get that

[Verse 3]
And to think I felt fine
I’ll take that as a sign

[Chorus]
I’m sorry for your loss
You probably get that a lot
We didn’t have to talk
You probably get that

[Outro]
Today, I’m a stranger
In a receiving line


She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)



Reggae star Lolaasmiles taps dancehall legend Beenie Man for her new single “Nuh Baddah.”

The song has been doing well since it was first released a years ago and now the single is seeing a resurgence. Lola thinks that the track will help further push her career in the reggae/dancehall space. “Nuh Baddah” was produced by New York based producer Stedley Reid. Her team is now heavily promoting the single and the extra promo has been working thus far.

“This song has a lot of potential, and with the plan I have in mind it will have a long-lasting effect worldwide,” Lolaasmiles said. “Beenie Man has always been an inspiration to me, and when I found out we had a mutual friend, I had to meet him in person. When we met, he liked my music and we spoke about collaborating and made it happen. It was a very humbling experience working with Beenie Man.”

The song is now available on YouTube and other major streaming services like iTunes/Apple Music and Google. It will be available on several other digital services in the coming weeks.


[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done fucked a couple models
I done fucked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own fucking life x4
Stay the fuck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…


[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park


Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
I got a brand new coupe,
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park,
I put that b*tch in park.(dawsin s breek)

Brrrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you h**s
Brrrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new h**s
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park.

Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My b*tch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
Versuri-lyrics.info
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in parkkk.(dawsin s breek)
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
Video breek


[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up


She grew up around here on that southwest side
Where the corn grows up to the road side
Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night

She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
New York called when she turned 21
But she never forgot where she came from

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

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Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
And her roots run deeper than that old town square
She’s a good girl but she’s not uptight
She can rise and shine and she can hang all night

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
When she gives her love she knows what it’s worth
There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
But there’s nothing like the one right across the street

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl


On the LA river
On the LA river
I know it’s familiar
But tell me why you wanna stay in New York
Why you wanna stay in New York
But you don’t know anyone
And you can’t find the right chord
On the LA river
On the LA river
Come on, come on, come on
On the LA river


[Verse 1]
Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know


Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone’s moving
I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you’ll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)
Don’t make a new story
(Kind hearts) don’t grab any glory
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that’s better
Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right
Oh, don’t try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia’s sprawling everywhere
I don’t want to go, baby
New York to east California
There’s a new wave coming, I warn ya
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America


Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s in waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…

Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight?
Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I’m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don’t speak english y’know what I’m saying?
And gotta catch a train that shuts down in ten minutes, y’know what I’m saying?
We gonna get it right though

[Verse 1]
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He’ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering
That’s how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum
Cause it that gardening
He’ll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He’ll get it popping like the kumite tournament
He’ll get it popping like all the guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He’ll leave you hanging like a holiday ornament (holy shit)
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with a nasal drip and ain’t a bit
Nervous at your service motherfuckers, free the slaves to save the union, move some units keep it moving like a trucker
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clouds, New York’s dead
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clowns, there be crowds of them homie there be droves of them, loads of them
But you know something? Yo, I don’t even mind I just put it in a rhyme ’cause they rhyme
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and end a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell, word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go to hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo and I can flow like Quasimoto
Ring the bell that’s why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded kind of build
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect from getting hurt or getting killed, not only that but if I was Scottish I would probably rock a kilt
Most slept on, but i’ll fluff your pillow for a half a mil’
I might just pick a weeping willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me ‘The Carpenter’ ’cause I knew how to build
First so was the Legos then it was with Play-Doh
People said that’s dangerous in the cradle, really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato
Owner of the parallel parked winnebago


Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
More money gotta flex on these b*tches
f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
I was broke, I had to get it
I was trappin’ out the kitchen
Selling dope I do the dishes
Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
He say he get money but I need a witness
Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
Ice on me got my frigid
Toke nice niggas know you missin’
Magazine model sucking me sloppy
Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

I got that money on me
I got these diamonds on me
Rich Forever be my team
Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
Come correct when you talking to me
Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
I’m in New York like I’m 50
f*ck her so good that she miss me
I was hustlin’, counting pennies
Now my money to the ceiling
Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
Versuri-lyrics.info
I remember pockets empty
I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

Jay what up bro
Rich what up bro
Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
Just do all types of sh*t
Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video coupe


[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, just ride with a nigga
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!
Statik Selektah
Ride with a nigga like
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through
For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too
Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin’ is minimal
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain’t no miracle
Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical
‘Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh
Flowin’ religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh
Feelin’ invincible, this here is nothin’ new
This is just principle, take notes, if I were you
They say I’m a clumsy king, how I be droppin’ jewels
But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose
Never no fucks to give, only one life to live
So I exchange my negative for a positive and it’s all
Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword
Who want war? I told you before

[Pre-Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a comer up
I can teach you a lesson
How to get your hunger up
Homie ya
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a come up
About to teach you a lesson
How to get your fuckin’ hunger up, nigga

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa
Burn the newspapers and the editors
My dead presidents ain’t dead enough
Blew a zip to the head, still ain’t red enough
Pray to Jesus, hope he got you
No I’m not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News
Niggas built the country but never givin’ they props due
Payin’ for my people, I’m still payin’ for my pops dues
I’m royalty, my momma said it
I’m gold hearted, I’m scum headed
Lost soul in a promised land of promises
Gotta mask on, but no, I’m not anonymous
Built on my lonely, no accomplices
Light a L up for my accomplishments
I’m a real nigga, it’s not a lot of ’em
If they were, then the cops probably shot at ’em

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands
Ain’t nothin’ colder than New York when that December in
The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans
I pack the heat ’cause I’m known around to be simmerin’
That mean I’m finna hit the boilin’ point like real soon
Man, I’ve been heatin’ up, my self esteem been on the moon
The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator
Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I’m greater
I be countin’ my paper, forever fuck all the majors
Did it all on my own, don’t owe nobody no favors
It’s clear, I’m heir to the throne, I’ve been the best in my zone
Internationally known, forever Brooklyn’s own
I mean, come on, but here’s for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators
Who got us all slavin’ while they reapin’ all the benefits
Got the world thinkin’ that it’s true ’bout what they said of us
AmeriKKKa’s worst nightmare, the super predator


[Verse 1: AK The Savior]
Vision like Tarantino, Tarot card said I’m a leader
On terrace blowing reefer, this shit might just blow your speaker
Sit back recline my feet up, bitch so bad she get a D+
Don’t let them lies deceive ya, ain’t no preacher go’n free ya
No limit young miller walked the Earth like Godzilla
Frequent deposit gain and profit like some God niggas
We be the topic open eyes and see the lord’s picture
Don’t need facade we going hard don’t let the law with us
Go go till I’m finished yeah my eyes like Forrest Whitaker
Except you lookin’ sinister, she bless me like the minister
Stomach for my dinner plus why y’all fools lookin’ thin as fuck
‘Chout for my agenda breh
No seconds I’m a winner, yeah

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
Niggas pull it on the set but yeah I bet they see me now
Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
Never was a trick in Spanish, shit for me to smash out
Smokin’ ’till she pass out
She sippin’ to the last drop
Pimpin’, see me walkin’ with a limp
Yeah I’m the man now

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
Herbal essence xanny sippin’ copped a pound of smoke don’t flip it
Nickname Iron Man the legend in the game like Carl Ripkin nigga
Twitter finger dissin’ kidnap him, we get him missin’
Resurrect the Junior M.A.F.I.A. the new age on commission
Know these chicks in the snow they like to sniff that powder
I’m finessin’ up off the green you know I love the sour
My niggas call me for the flex I showed up in a hour
You know we gettin’ to the checks that paper came with power
Kickin’ bitches out like Pam nigga, I ain’t call a cab
New York gritty in my veins don’t get ya lil’ homie smacked
Blow the reefer by the pound
Propeller flying off the gram, circus niggas fuck with clown my team the lion tamers style
Thoughts is worth a million, I know pennies out my mouth yeah yeah
I twist my wrist I’m whippin’ nigga never drought, yeah yeah
That beemer dippin’, reefer kickin fuckin’ loud yeah yeah
And all my kings is on a mission for the crown you hear me now

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
Niggas front it on the set but yeah I bet they see me now
Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
Never was a trick in Spanish, shit for me to smash out
Smokin’ ’till she pass out
She sippin’ to the last drop
Pimpin,’ see me walkin’ with a limp
Yeah I’m the man now

[Verse 3: AK The Savior]
Yeah nigga I’m the man now
Trippin’ thats a man down
Trippin’ in this bathhouse
She quick to pull her pants down
Gotta keep my distance cause these girls think I’m they man now
Circle don’t get bigger
No new niggas on my campground
Yeah nigga I’m the man now
Trippin’ thats a man down
Trippin’ in this bathhouse
She quick to pull her pants down
Gotta keep my distance cause these girls think I’m they man now
Circle don’t get bigger
No new niggas on my campground

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
Niggas pull it on the set but yeah I bet they see me now
Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
Never was a trick in Spanish, shit for me to smash out
Smokin’ ’till she pass out
She sippin’ to the last drop
Pimpin’, see me walkin’ with a limp
Yeah I’m the man now


Lyrics Kodak Black – Too many years

I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind.

‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind.

I told my mama we gon’ be fine
So I’m up all night way after sleep time
I’m just thinkin’ ‘bout Lil Kuda
Gave my dog a dime versuri-lyrics.info
He put a buckshot in a nigga’s behind
No daddy so I grew up to the street life
But my son, I’ma keep him in the beehive
Scheming on a heist, I need to change my life
Been geekin’ all night, I’m going senile
With two niggas toting three 4-5’s
I seen a nigga play gangsta, then he broke down
Lost a lot, lost his mind in the courthouse
I’m on XXL, I’m in New York now.

‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind.

I keep thinkin’ ‘bout my niggas
I think I need a jigga
I would keep on falling victim
Lost up in the system
Miss my brothers and my sisters
Damn I miss my lil one
I know sometimes I be tripping
But I just miss my niggas
I got codeine in my liver
I gave the judge a piece of me
I’m too street for the industry
But I think that’s where I need to be
‘Cause verbally, mentally, and physically I keep that heat
Me and my brother fit in
We smoking one with PnB
Niggas say they f*ck with me
But lowkey they be easin’ me
b*tches don’t mean shit to me
People tryna sentence me
How a youngin’ posted on the street, gon’ call it Sesame
1K ‘til the death of me, don’t put your life in jeopardy.

I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewinddd.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video years


I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
I told my mama we gon’ be fine
So I’m up all night way after sleep time
I’m just thinkin’ ‘bout Lil Kuda
Gave my dog a dime
He put a buckshot in a nigga’s behind
No daddy so I grew up to the street life
But my son, I’mma keep him the beehive
Scheming on a heist, I need to change my life
Been geekin’ all night, I’m going senile
With two niggas toting three .45’s
I seen a nigga play gangsta, then he broke down
Lost a lot, lost his mind in the courthouse
I’m on XXL, I’m in New York now
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
I keep thinkin’ ‘bout my niggas
I think I need a jigga
Why we keep on falling victim
Lost up in the system
Miss my brothers and my sisters
Damn I miss my lil one
I know sometimes I be tripping
But I just miss my niggas
I got codeine in my liver
I gave the judge a piece of me
I’m too street for the industry
But I think that’s where I need to be
‘Cause verbally, mentally, and physically I keep that heat
Me and my brother fit in
We smoking one with PnB
Niggas say they fuck with me
But lowkey they be easin’ me
You bitches don’t mean shit to me
People tryna sentence me
How a youngin’ posted on the street, gon’ call it Sesame
One K ‘til the death of me, don’t put your life in jeopardy
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won’t get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won’t get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the times
I wish that I could rewind


Lyrics Matthew Koma – Hard to love

I rule the world from my sweat pants
I got a bitchin’ collection of headbands
I don’t wanna go out and see your friend’s band
Tell me when you had enough, enough, enough’s enough
I’m OCD with panic attacks
I got a thing for Japanese dry snacks
My voice was on like every fuckin’ house track
Tell me when you heard enough, enough, enough’s enough.(hard to love)

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be someone you want
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
You see something no one else does”.

‘Cause I’m hard to love
I’m hard to love
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
My heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to loveee.

Day and night at the studio
When I get home I reek of weed and I’m moody though
You say you can’t pick up and follow when my tummy rolls
I got a red eye to New York, tomorrow we’ll talk
And if you want a true gentleman versuri-lyrics.info
That’s a sport that I don’t got any medals in
I’m a sole that your shoes oughtta settle in
Show me a little bit of trust, just a touch.

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be something I’m not
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
Smoke ’em from his little black plugs”.

‘Cause I’m hard to loveee
I’m hard to loveee
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me
Versuri-lyrics.info
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love.

But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus, but I’m hard to loveee.
Matthew Koma lyrics
Video love


[Verse 1]
Aye
Bad lil shawty she from New York city, aye
Met at my show she was supper pretty, aye
Got her number text her like you should get with me, aye
She said send a uber and she gon get wit me
She came with some of her friends
They linked with some of my friends
We smoked we got high
Caught each others vibe
We chilled and we rolled up again
Said she wanna be a dancer and she wanna be a actress
I said she can have it all, just as long as I can have her, yea

[Pre-Hook]
Girl you know you the one
And I can’t even lie
A nigga play if he wants
When it come to you I would die
Yea I know we just met
But I swear I got a better side
I don’t wanna fall in love
But fuck it tho we can try it
Yea uhhh
Fuck it tho we can try it
Yeahh ohhh ohhh

[Hook]
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
We can see just where it goes x2
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
And we can see how far it goes
We can see how far it goes

[Verse 2]
Don’t be shy let it be
Shawty I got what you need
I usually don’t be on no cuffing shit
But girl you got me on some other shit
You got all these bitches hating
Cause I’m the one that they be chasing
I can stare at you no blanket
Let me change your situation
Shawty don’t play cause I got you
I’m like 6’2 you like 5’2
It ain’t never hard for me to spot you
Hit the bape store you know I shop for you
Don’t trip cause I got you
I’m like 6’2 you like 5’2
It ain’t never hard for me to spot you
Hit the bape store you know I shop for you

[Pre-Hook]
And girl you know you the one
And I can’t even lie
A nigga play if he wants
When it comes to you I would die
Yea I know we just met
But I swear I got a better side
I don’t wanna fall in love
But fuck it tho we can try it
Fuck it tho we can try it x2
Ouuu ouuuu

[Hook]
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
We can see just where it goes x2
Maybe we should try it
Don’t you be so silent
We can see how far it goes x2


[Intro: Offset]
You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Offset]
Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother bitch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
Fuckin’ that bitch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so fuck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 488 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie)
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye)

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Juelz Santana]
Championship on my ring
I make my bitches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
Fucking your bitches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb fucks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, bitch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Quavo]
I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)


[Intro: Solo]
This is my time
This is my, this is my, this is my time
Spitting my rhyme
Spitting my, spitting my, spitting my rhyme
Yeah I’m hitting my stride
Hitting my, hitting my, hitting my stride
Yeah, this is my time
This is my, this is my, this is my (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Solo]
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Some of these dudes seem to print money but they’re counterfeit
But I don’t really blame ‘em
It’s all in the game man, shit, that’s just how it is
But it do piss me off
When they run around town and they flaunt like they’re proud of it
Well you can catch me with the clique
Holding up two fingers while I tell ‘em snap out of it
Like I was being rude to the waiter
As if I’d do that, I’m a smooth operator (Operator)
None greater this side of the equator
Never cater to lowest common denominator
And we prolly never gonna make the top ten
Thinking that’s the object, then you’re wrong then
They got us locked out, so we got it locked in
So come and pop in, we can get it poppin’
Now my body filling up with the toxins
Running out of time, running out of options
Sooner or later I’ma be up in a coffin
But this is now homie, not then

[Pre-Chorus: Turquoise Prince (Solo)]
‘Cause this is my time
I can feel it weighing on my mind
Knowing it will only slow me down
(I don’t wanna wait) I don’t wanna wait
(For another day) Not another day
(I don’t wanna wait) I don’t wanna wait
‘Cause I’ve got

[Chorus: Turquoise Prince]
One foot in the grave
One foot in the car
One accelerates
And one takes me too far
One step towards the light
Still blinded by the dark
One foot in the grave
I’m right back at the start

[Verse 2: Solo]
Look
I ain’t like these rappers (I ain’t like these rappers)
They just take the easy way out
Me, I like a challenge (Me, I like a challenge)
Put the grey disc in, then I hit spin, ever since
I been tryna find a balance (Tryna find a balance)
Hoping that it all weighs out (Weighs out)
But if you’re thinking anybody gon’ remember
Where they were on the day when your CD came out?
No way, sending shots like I’m buying José
Oh word, it’s your year? You don’t say
Gotta watch out for the fakes
They just do a good impression like a Monet
In the zone like I’m throwing strikes
But it ain’t happen overnight, did it?
We been putting in the overtime
Hoping that it coincide
So I’ma start where I am
Use what I have, do what I can
And when the road zigzag, whiplash
I’ma just stick to the plan
Supply and demand, I wanna be king of New York
I wanna be big in Japan
I want the world playing this shit saying
"This right here is my jam"
See this is my time, this is your time
Can’t nobody stop you from speaking your mind
You ain’t small time, you are all time
But we could all do with a little more time
This is your time, this is my time
Come and roll up, see the dead star shine
Till all round the world, they feel the vibrations
Toast the libations, ’cause time’s a wasting

[Chorus: Turquoise Prince]
One foot in the grave
One foot in the car
One accelerates
And one takes me too far
One step towards the light
Still blinded by the dark
One foot in the grave
I’m right back at the start

[Outro: Solo]
From the front to the back and the side to the side
Everybody in the house raise your hands, get ‘em high
‘Cause the hands on the clock never stop ticking by
And say this is my time, say this is my time


Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up

You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!(d up)

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a b*tch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so f*ck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my b*tch she a barbie (barbie) versuri-lyrics.info
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye).

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

Championship on my ring
I make my b*tches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
f*cking your b*tches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f*cks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
f*ck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, b*tch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shottt).
Juelz Santana lyrics
Video up


Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
And you know we don’t give a fuck
It’s not your birthday!

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll twenty deep, it’s twenty knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they want to show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they want to fuck
But homie ain’t nothing change hold down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you’ll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don’t walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ‘Pac
But holla in New York them niggas’ll tell ya I’m loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I’m feelin’ focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend want to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look, nigga, I came up and I ain’t changed

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumping in the club it’s on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain’t concerned
I’m a tell you what Banks told me cause go ‘head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let ’em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

Don’t try to act like you ain’t know where we been either, nigga
In the club all the time, nigga, so it’s a problem pop off, nigga, G-Unit!


Letra J. Balvin – Si tu novio te deja

Yo vivo dia y noche pensando en ti
y tu perdiendo el tiempo con el
dime donde estas que yo te quiero ver.(si tu novio te deja)

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

un culito asi no se encuentra en ebay
este bicho tuyo te lo tengo en la allawey
mas ninguna tiene break versuri-lyrics.info
yo soy un picher, pero a ti te voy a hacer double play
yo se que eres fina pero en la cama sasha grey.

fumando y bebiendo bley lo siento pero
ahora el se va con drake
te llevo pa new york un fin de semana
un polvo antes de acostarse y otro por la mañana
hay un chorro e bobo que te tienen ganas
pero dile que tu eres del rey como lana.

yo siempre me maltrato viendo tus videos tus retratos
dile a tu novio que ya se le vencio el contrato
conmigo se donde vas con tus arrebatos.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

llegare siempre sabe cuando y donde es
me trajo otras amigas que tienen novio tambien
cada que toco en PR ellas suelta su gato y caen donde papi
cuando me extraña quiere que le meta, de sorpresa llega a medellin
con el siempre pierde, conmigo win, te pienso to’ el dia bien nasty
miles de mujeres, miles en botellas, no es chimba si tu no estas aqui
dile la verdad al bobo ese que no le da los niveles y que tires a ver si puede
a tu jevo avisale que este fin de semana la pasas con to’s tus bunny y no con el
yo no juego avisale que encontaste reemplazo y que espere pa un rato.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarte.

si tu novio te deja sola
dime y yo paso a buscarte
solo me bastaran un par de horas
ese cabron no va a recuperarteee.
J. Balvin letras
Video te deja


She grew up around here on that southwest side
Where the corn grows up to the road side
Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night
She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
New York called when she turned 21
But she never forgot where she came from
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
And her roots run deeper than that old town square
She’s a good girl but she’s not uptight
She can rise and shine and she can hang all night
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
When she gives her love she knows what it’s worth
There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
But there’s nothing like the one right across the street
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl