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  • Tres Coronas – Venenosas Lyrics (feat. Buju Banton)

    Ahh aah
    Ja ja jaja
    Yeah PNO ,rocca parcero productions
    Straight from new york baby jaja!!!
    Sucia sucia ja ja ja ja nomas nomas yeah
    Tres coronas, no money no Money

    Ayo ayo ayo
    This chicas be thinking they f*cking free loaded loaded
    Conmigo se joden joden si no sueltan el (CULO!!!)
    Entre mas fina mas rica menos le gasto le pica ella se muere de envidia
    (SE SE SEGURO)quieres plata ,quiere joyas ,quiere ropa ala moda, quiere cruseros en dólar
    Todo que a se le acomoda, los guardias hacen la cola pero conmigo no jodas
    Estoy arrecho y sin bromas y no te gasto ni un dólar
    Ya me entiendes ya me entiendes no me sonria y pela los dientes
    Ya me entiendes ya me entiendes lo tuyo refleja muy evidente
    Ya me entiendes ya me entiendes la clase de mujer que quiere joderte
    Quiere robarte, quiere comerte quiere dejarte vuelto un demente noooo conmigo no vas a poder noooo ningún centavo va a coger

    Sucia sucia ja ja ja ja nomas nomas yeah
    Tres coronas, no money no Money

    Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
    Quien no conoce quien no ha visto una de esa nenas
    Que solo con una mirada ya te envenenan
    Te dicen papito mi santo y vivo te entierran
    Poquito a poquito te van chupando y te PELAN!!!
    Son víboras hermana ya son pirañas y te devoran dejando tiarao tus huesos por alla
    Con un vistazo te analizan la ropa te miran que perfume que marca tienes que que es lo que brilla ASESINA!!!
    Conmigo no puedes (pra) no tienes corazón (cua) como tu te mueves (pra) en la pista bota tu anzuelo
    Vamos pa’ la pesca NIÑA
    Yo boto mi malla y te llevo conmigo CHINA
    Pulpoy no se duerma no se rinda (pra)
    Que eso con ella se le cobra en la carne enseguida (pra)

    Sucia sucia ja ja ja ja nomas nomas yeah
    Tres coronas, no money no Money


  • Sud Sound System – Solidu Comu Na Petra Lyrics

    Treble & Gopher
    La utte e’ china e bbete megliu cu nci criti e tuttu quiddhru ca oi cu minti tie la sai ca ete de chiui

    E tuttu quiddhru ca stae an funnu sicuramente esse pe urtimu e tuttu quiddhru ca subbra galleggia te la dicu chieu ca esse pe prima percene la utte e’ china …

    Ca tocca biessi solidu comu na petra subbra stu munnu ca lu munnu de quai se ite puru megghiu comu quandu e’ giurnu, e lu sule ca dae luce alle cose ca su toi e mie sai ce face rimanire allu squagghiare te la nie ? Rimani tie. Ca t’annu dittu quiddhru ca a dire e quiddhru ca a fare ca stai culla pauta china ma culla capu t’a limitare ca ete culla capu ca sta utte s’a riempire e quandu te parlu de quiddhru ca suntu tie mintite cu me sienti

    Percene la utte e’ china…

    Quandu la utte e’ china sine la utte e’ china tannu se ite ci sinti e se si lu stessu te prima quandu la utte e’ china, nienti de chiui pecce’ stae china tannu te rendi contu ca nci butu pensare prima ca lu tiempu passa e io none nu su cangiatu ca quiddhru ca fazzu dimostra ca nu m’a futtutu lu mercatu ca liberu su rimastu e la capu nu m’a lassatu e la capu ete la stessa de quandu aggiu ‘ncignatu

    A quai nci nnete muta, no comu a sta terra arsa tie a timire perce’ stai subbra te itune subbitu ma se spitterra poi spicci a ‘nterra cheu cittu cittu quetu quetu sempre de cultura te parlu reggae cu mie Treble e Gopher a quai insieme a tie

    E sai ca nu me nfocu ci aggiu pigghiata sta posizione cu bbessu sempre sinceru me face te protezione e sai ca nu me nfocu quandu la utte s’a riempita ca suntu sempre io’ ca sta decidu tella mia vita e suntu solidu comu na petra…


  • Jeezy – Don’t Make Me Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Justice League
    We’re here now
    We’re here
    Yeah
    Hundred and three plus one, yeah
    Don’t make me do it
    Yeah‚ ’cause you know I will‚ nigga

    [Chorus]
    China from China (China from China)
    My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
    I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
    Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
    My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
    Step on the floor (Step on the floor‚ yeah)
    My door go up (My door go up, yeah)
    Aventador (Woo, let’s go)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Go get it right (Go get it right)
    Break out the ice (Break out the ice)
    Go get the money (Go get the money‚ yeah)
    And count it twice (And count it twice)

    [Verse 1]
    Don’t make me get back up on my shit, boy (Shit)
    Take a whole thang, break it all down to nicks (Nicks‚ yeah)
    Ziploc, nigga, that’s a bag full of tricks (Ha-haa)
    And the doors go up (Up), all that’s for kicks (Yeah)
    Ten on the floor, nigga, that’s money well-invested (Ayy)
    Got it from my dawg, I ain’t even gotta test it (Nah)
    Thank God for hustle (Hustle), that’s exactly what I’m blessed with (Blessed with)
    Iron out the grind (Woo) ’til you get the shit perfected (Ayy)
    True wealth is in your heart, boy (Boy), gotta hustle hard, boy (Yeah)
    All the hard times got you doubtin’, then you’re gone, boy

    [Chorus]
    China from China (China from China)
    My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
    I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
    Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
    My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
    Step on the floor (Step on the floor)
    My door go up (My door go up)
    Aventador (Yeah, let’s go)

    [Verse 2]
    Don’t trust a soul, exactly what it told me (Me)
    Couldn’t even trust him is what he showed me (Yeah)
    When you broke the rules, dawg, you broke my heart (My heart)
    Ten-room mansion sittin’ in the dark (Damn)
    Ten steps ahead, I’m a visionary (Woo)
    Richest place in the world is the cemetery (That’s right)
    If the streets a jungle, I’m a fuckin’ lion (Lion)
    Shit can be impossible, I’m fuckin’ tryin’ (Yeah)
    Went from baggin’ reefer, now we sell tequila (‘Quila)
    Mix the water with the soda like a margarita (Ha-haa)
    Who ever knew the game of life was so for real?
    So many layers in the onions you just gotta peel (Yeah)

    [Chorus]
    China from China (China from China)
    My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
    I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
    Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
    My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
    Step on the floor (Step on the floor)
    My door go up (My door go up)
    Aventador (Yeah, let’s go)

    [Outro]
    Don’t make me do it, nigga
    Don’t make me
    Yeah
    ‘Cause you know I will
    Yeah
    Aventador
    My door go up
    Aventador
    Break out the ice
    Go get it right
    Safe in the floor
    Aventador
    Yeah
    Go get it right
    Break out the ice
    Safe in the floor
    Yeah
    Richest place in the world is the cemetery


  • GoldLink – Rumble Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Damn, daddy, this shit crank
    Exclusive

    [Chorus: GoldLink]
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’

    [Verse 1: GoldLink]
    Uh, touch down my grid on my shit, I got risk on my bones, huh
    This ain’t a rental, I rap it like rentals, my mental make you watch your tone now
    Speaking of me, I got blood on my sneakers from runnin’ the game too long, huh
    This ain’t a thing that you fond of, pussy niggas wanna play like Juwana
    Me and shorty might just bond up, huh

    [Refrain: Lil Nei & GoldLink]
    That’s the sound of the riot [?], lift off (They be like, I be like, they be like, fuck it)
    I break shit then drift off (They be like, I be like)
    Look now I’m big dawg, back up, let the fifth off (They be like, fuck it)
    Co-come and get drift off (They be like, I be like)
    [?] make ’em drop, do the criss-cross (They be like, fuck it)
    Shoot from the hip, though (They be like, I be like, ah)

    [Chorus: GoldLink]
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’
    I keep my energy calibrated
    Only show off so they know I made it
    All my diamonds elite, hydrated
    When I touch down, oh, they celebratin’

    [Verse 2: Jackson Wang]
    Jackson
    Get in, losers (Losers)
    I’ll be flyin’ (Flyin’)
    On the longest (Longest)
    Bottles poppin’ (Poppin’)
    In the air (Air), huh
    Outfits with the made in China on them tags
    Team Wang on the beat, now bring them bags
    When I touch down, they gon’ celebrate
    Feel the tide ba ba ba, triple eight
    Ta men shuo guo juede, wo bao bei
    Wo bao bei, double G’s your fit (G’s your fit)
    Play at The Forum, I know I’m the one (One)
    Giving respect to her, but I feel none (None)
    ‘Cause you need the booty bae, you rubber band (One)
    Journey to the West, I’m ready for the run (Bang)

    [Refrain: Lil Nei & GoldLink]
    That’s the sound of the riot [?], lift off (They be like, I be like, they be like, fuck it)
    I break shit, then drift off (They be like, I be like)
    [?] now, pick them back up, let the fifth off (They be like, fuck it)
    Co-come and get drift off (They be like, I be like)
    [?] make ’em drop, do the criss-cross (They be like, fuck it)
    Shoot from the hip, though (They be like, I be like, ah!)


  • Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Let’s go, let’s go
    Chasing the lean
    Let’s go (Okay, okay)
    Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
    Let’s do it

    [Chorus]
    Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
    Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
    Groupie hoes wanna come my way
    Come take this pic and get out my face
    Ran into my main thing
    Come take this dick and you can stay

    [Verse 1]
    It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
    Holy shit, he’s the shit, words from my peers
    Don’t like me, you can suck a dick, that’s how it goes around here
    Cowboy, oh yeah, big six shooter in the air
    Drunky
    You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let’s do it)
    You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let’s do it)
    These niggas really want me dead
    I don’t really think they that lucky (C’mon)
    I told my bitch I love her (I did)
    I hope she think I mean it (Whoa)
    I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
    I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
    I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
    See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
    And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
    Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
    We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
    A sexual eruption (Smash)
    Open up them legs, I’m hungry

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Bank account eruptin’ (Yeah)
    I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
    I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (C’mon)
    I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Let’s go)
    But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Skrrt)
    Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (All white)
    Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
    Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

    [Chorus]
    Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
    Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
    Groupie hoes wanna come my way
    Come take this pic and get out my face
    That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
    That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

    [Verse 2]
    Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
    Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m a wave, you a slave
    To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
    But hey, who am I to talk? I’m AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
    Used to bein’ afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
    Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
    What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved?
    You got you a gun but you still too soft
    You ain’t gon’ shoot that bitch at all
    If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off
    Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
    Plus I’m a Glock boy, new clip
    Huggin’ a thot, boy, givin’ ’em top where they brain is
    I’m a rockstar lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, I aim big

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Bank account eruptin’
    I need me a safe or something (I do)
    I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
    I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
    But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Wrist)
    Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (Rape my wrist)
    Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
    Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (I know it, yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
    Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
    Groupie hoes wanna come my way
    Come take this pic and get out my face
    That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
    That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

    [Beat Switch]

    [Interlude]
    Let me switch it up on y’all fuck niggas, haha
    Dawn in denial, hey
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
    Uh (Let’s go)

    [Chorus]
    Double cup pleasure (Double)
    Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
    It don’t matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
    Still giving my effort, all my effort
    Phone line going AWOL, I’m the plug now
    They act like my music is the new drug in town
    The bees knees (The bees knees), I am
    The bees knees (The bees knees), bitch, I am
    The bees knees
    It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
    Now I got money, I can’t afford loyalty
    ‘Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
    To do what I do, you need a whole team
    It’s child’s play to me, hey
    The bees knees, I am
    The bees knees, I am

    [Refrain]
    OC
    Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
    Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
    Dust in the Benz, smokin’ thrax
    Countin’ up the racks, bitch, I’m the bees knees
    I’m OC
    Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
    Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
    Dust in the Bentley, smokin’ thrax
    Countin’ up these racks, I’m the bees knees
    (I am the bees knees)

    [Outro]
    Hah, hah
    Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
    Listen to Juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
    ‘Cause you talkin’ to a boss
    That’s real
    My fault, I’m high
    A death race for love
    I ain’t just racin’ for love though (No I’m not)
    My heart racin’
    My money racin’ (Facts), my mind racin’ (Facts)
    All black diamonds like I’m racist (Huh, you dig?)
    “Lucid Dreams” still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
    I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “How could you say this?”
    Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
    Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (Bees knees)
    No fuck racks, need a black card
    That’s how I’m gon’ show you I’m hard
    Yeah where the Percs at now?
    (Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin’ with these niggas)
    I’m a businessman, so that mean I’m ’bout my business, man
    (A businessman, I’m a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
    Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit
    (No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
    I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin’ basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
    We just ran a three man weave
    The bees knees


  • Future – Fine China lyrics

    [Intro: Future & Juice WRLD]
    The world on drugs
    Ten (yeah) thousand dollar plates
    Thousand dollar plates
    Thousand dollar plates, fine china
    Shawty like a
    Shawty like a

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
    Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
    Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
    And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
    I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
    It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
    So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
    Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

    [Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
    Going insane, feel you pickin’ up and movin’ things inside my brain
    I know I don’t have to argue about everything
    But we don’t have the same soul
    [?] we got a bigger bankroll
    Tell me that you love me, baby, say it again
    Repeat it over and over until it’s in my brain
    Picked up the drugs so I let my brain
    [?] but I’m selfish about my Percs, oh

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
    Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
    Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
    And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
    I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
    It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
    So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
    Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

    [Verse 2: Future]
    I’m so crazy about mine
    I’m goin’ to Pluto with my girl
    I’m goin’ to Jupiter with my girl
    I’m goin’ to Mars with my girl
    I’m goin’ to Saturn with my girl
    Feelin’ like I’m runnin’ out of space
    You need to send your location, I can’t think
    I done fell in love twice but I gotta be lyin’
    ‘Cause I’m livin’ ten lives, I go crazy about mine

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
    Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
    Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
    And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
    I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
    It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
    So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
    Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine

    [Outro: Juice WRLD]
    Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine


  • Princess Nokia – Boricua Samurai Lyrics

    [Intro]:
    China doll, china white
    Assassin in the night
    Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
    China doll, china white
    Assassin in the night
    Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife

    [Verse]:
    Getting money like a kingpin
    Never [?] for [?]
    Cheated and subjected
    Baby tears in her eyes
    She want the money, want the money
    Playing hard after school
    Working honey, working honey
    While the world so cruel

    [Chorus]:
    Murder in eyes, [?]
    Roses in her thighs
    She wants to kill, she wants to cry
    Murder in eyes, [?]
    Roses in her thighs
    She wants to kill, she wants to cry oh

    [Bridge]:
    My [?] are runny
    And my looks so disarming
    I’ve got murderous traits
    You will never be safe
    I can be so damn charming

    [Chorus]:
    Murder in eyes, checkered tights
    Roses in her thighs
    She wants to kill, she wants to cry

    [Outro]:
    Getting money like a kingpin
    Never [?] for [?]
    Cheated and subjected
    Baby tears in her eyes
    She want the money, want the money
    Playing hard after school
    Working honey, working honey
    While the world so cruel


  • Ellie Goulding – Vincent

    [Verse 1]
    Starry, starry night
    Paint your palette blue and grey
    Look out on a summer’s day
    With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
    Shadows on the hills
    Sketch the trees and the daffodils
    Catch the breeze and the winter chills
    In colors on the snowy linen land

    [Chorus]
    Now I understand
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    [Verse 2]
    Starry, starry night
    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
    Swirling clouds in a violet haze
    Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
    Colors changing hue
    Morning fields of amber grain
    Weathered faces lined in pain
    Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

    [Chorus]
    Now I understand
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    [Bridge]
    For they could not love you
    But still your love was true
    And when no hope was left in sight
    On that starry, starry night
    You took your life, as lovers often do
    But I could’ve told you, Vincent
    This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

    [Verse 3]
    Starry, starry night
    Portraits hung in empty halls
    Frameless heads on nameless walls
    With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
    Like the strangers that you’ve met
    The ragged men in ragged clothes
    The silver thorn on the bloody rose
    Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

    [Outro]
    Now I think I know
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they’re not listening still
    Perhaps they never will


  • Duran Duran – Violence Of Summer (Love’s Taking Over)

    Pick it up
    This’ll get you out of your head

    China’s hangin’ out by the railings
    Of the motorshed
    She goes with a real hit biker
    He’s a metalhead
    She looks me up and down
    Talkin’ dirty eyes
    Sweet sayin’ boy baby
    I could lick ya any time

    Keep it up
    That’s right…here we go again

    Bit later I’m gonna run
    Into her round the back
    While other guys break heads
    In the Shugar Shack
    Don’t give me drink I don’t wanna
    Get too stoned
    Then we’re gonna see who’s gonna
    Take who home

    The violence of summer
    A love’s taking over
    It starts with desire
    Ends up under cover

    Those lips will make me rise
    You may look down but don’t think twice
    Slow death is on the way
    So what man I still want to play….

    One, two
    This’ll get you out of your mind
    This’ll get you up…let’s go

    Maybe take a ride goin’ south
    Where her mother writes
    Before bad news catches up
    We still got a little time
    We’ll leave it all so far away
    One thing is sure we shouldn’t stay
    I take it all little Chine gonna
    Get the runaround a run… a runaround

    The violence of summer
    A love’s taking over
    It starts with desire
    Ends up under cover

    China… na china…nanana
    China… na china…nanana
    China… na china…nanana
    China… na china…nana

    The violence of summer
    A love’s taking over
    It starts with desire
    Ends up under cover…mmm… love’s takin’ over
    Yes love’s takin’ over
    Love’s takin over…


  • James Blake – Vincent

    [Verse 1]
    Starry, starry night
    Paint your palette blue and gray
    Look out on a summer’s day
    With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
    Shadows on the hills
    Sketch the trees and the daffodils
    Catch the breeze and the winter chills
    In colors on the snowy linen land

    [Chorus]
    Now I understand
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    [Verse 2]
    Starry, starry night
    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
    Swirling clouds in a violet haze
    Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
    Colors changing hue
    Morning fields of amber grain
    Weathered faces lined in pain
    Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

    [Chorus]
    Now I understand
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    [Bridge]
    For they could not love you
    But still your love was true
    And when no hope was left in sight
    On that starry, starry night
    You took your life, as lovers often do
    But I could’ve told you, Vincent
    This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

    [Verse 3]
    Starry, starry night
    Portraits hung in empty halls
    Frameless heads on nameless walls
    With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
    Like the strangers that you’ve met
    The ragged men in ragged clothes
    The silver thorn on the bloody rose
    Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

    [Outro]
    Now I think I know
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they’re not listening still
    Perhaps they never will


  • James Blake – Vincent Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Starry, starry night
    Paint your palette blue and gray
    Look out on a summer’s day
    With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
    Shadows on the hills
    Sketch the trees and the daffodils
    Catch the breeze and the winter chills
    In colors on the snowy linen land

    [Chorus]
    Now I understand
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    [Verse 2]
    Starry, starry night
    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
    Swirling clouds in a violet haze
    Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
    Colors changing hue
    Morning fields of amber grain
    Weathered faces lined in pain
    Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

    [Chorus]
    Now I understand
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they did not know how
    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    [Bridge]
    For they could not love you
    But still your love was true
    And when no hope was left in sight
    On that starry, starry night
    You took your life, as lovers often do
    But I could’ve told you, Vincent
    This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

    [Verse 3]
    Starry, starry night
    Portraits hung in empty halls
    Frameless heads on nameless walls
    With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
    Like the strangers that you’ve met
    The ragged men in ragged clothes
    The silver thorn on the bloody rose
    Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

    [Outro]
    Now I think I know
    What you tried to say to me
    And how you suffered for your sanity
    And how you tried to set them free
    They would not listen, they’re not listening still
    Perhaps they never will


  • Young Jeezy – Bottles Up (feat. Puff Daddy)

    [Intro: Puff Daddy]
    Ayo, pass me that, Jeezy

    [Hook: Jeezy & Puffy Daddy]
    Smokin’ fire (Fire) so- high (High)
    Para-chute, that- fly
    Bottles- up (Let’s go)
    Hold ’em- high
    Put ya- rollies- in the sky (Ayo)
    Bottles up, hold ’em high
    Throw some- (I wanna see some money in the air, man)
    Money in the- sky
    Bottles up (Ciroc boys, Ciroc girls)
    Hold ’em high
    Throw some- (Avion, Jeezy, let’s go)
    Money- in the- sky
    (uh)

    [Verse 1: Jeezy & Puff Daddy]
    Black ‘Vette (Vette)
    White spider (Gone)
    Digi dash (Skrt)
    Knight rider (C’mon)
    Valet on swole
    Brought a oak, rose gold
    Condo, biscayne (C’mon)
    China white (White) no mane
    Light forty, pocket change (Damn)
    Pull up in a yellow range
    Street money, shit real (Let’s go)
    Cartier, windchill (Stunt)
    Two bitches, double date (Damn)
    Diamonds floatin’, levitate (Damn)
    Bentley coupes, Bentley trucks (What else?)
    Forty cal, got it tucked
    Private planes, got her name
    Want that thang, keep the fame
    (You know what it is)

    [Hook: Jeezy & Puffy Daddy]
    Smokin’ fire (Fire) so high (High)
    Parachute, that fly
    Bottles up (You can’t take it with you, baby)
    Hold ’em high
    Put ya rollies in the sky (Put them bottles in the air!)
    Bottles up, hold ’em high (It’s a celebration)
    Throw some money in the sky
    Bottles up hold ’em high (Gang, gang)
    Throw some money in the sky
    (uh)

    [Verse 2: Jeezy & Puff Daddy]
    Avion, no Crist’s (C’mon)
    North pole, ice wrists
    Iced out, strapped up (Let’s go)
    Hunnit carrots, what the fuck? (Fuck)
    Fuck ’em, ball (Fuck ’em all)
    Stacks, stunt, pyrex, roll a blunt (Yeah)
    Double doors, marble floors
    Elevator, fuck a hater (Yo, check this out)
    Moët, mo’ checks (That’s right)
    Rolex, mo’ sex (C’mon)
    Mini choppa (Choppa) Hellacopter (Let’s fly!)
    Diamonds shiny (Shiny) tell a (?)
    Pinky ring (Ring) ten carrots
    Ten birds, ten parrots (You know what it is)
    Banana clips, fifty rounds
    Garbage bags, fifty pounds (Let’s go!)
    (uh)

    [Hook: Jeezy Puffy Daddy]
    Smokin’ fire (Fire) so high (High)
    Parachute, that fly (There’s a owner to this shit)
    Bottles up, hold ’em high
    Put ya rollies (You can’t give a fuck!)
    In the sky
    Bottles up, (Avion, Deleon)
    Hold ’em high
    Throw some (Ciroc)
    Money in the sky
    Bottles up (This that black excellence, you know what I’m sayin’?)
    Hold ’em high (C’mon)
    Throw some money in the sky (Let’s go!)
    (uh)


  • Yo Gotti – Rake It Up lyrics

    Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
    Young Money
    Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
    Them AMG 63’s
    Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

    [Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
    I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
    20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
    I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
    I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
    VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
    I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
    I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
    Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
    She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
    She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
    She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
    Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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    [Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
    Yo, yo

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
    Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
    Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
    Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
    I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
    Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
    I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
    I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
    I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
    All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
    I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
    Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
    Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
    Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
    Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
    Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

    [Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
    Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
    All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
    I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
    They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
    You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
    All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
    You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
    We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
    We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
    We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
    We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
    You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
    You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
    You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
    Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
    Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


  • Nicki Minaj – Rake It Up lyrics

    Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
    Young Money
    Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
    Them AMG 63’s
    Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

    [Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
    I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
    20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
    I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
    I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
    VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
    I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
    I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
    Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
    She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
    She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
    She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
    Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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    [Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
    Yo, yo

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
    Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
    Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
    Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
    I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
    Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
    I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
    I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
    I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
    All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
    I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
    Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
    Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
    Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
    Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
    Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

    [Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
    Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
    All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
    I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
    They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
    You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
    All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
    You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
    We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
    We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
    We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
    We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
    You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
    You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
    You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
    Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
    Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
    Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
    I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
    Break it down, back it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
    Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


  • Lana Del Rey – Fine China (Cherry Blossom Album)

    [Verse 1]
    I wore diamonds for the birth of your baby
    For the birth of your son
    On the same day my husband to be
    Packed his things to run
    Was bittersweet to say the least
    One life begins, one comes undone
    I’ve always been a strong woman of faith
    Strong like a tree but the unlucky one

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m going down, now
    With all of my

    [Chorus]
    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us, didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    [Verse 2]
    I wore diamonds for the day of our wedding
    For our day in the sun
    On the same day my mother to be said she wouldn’t come
    It’s always been that way with me
    No time for change, no time for fun
    It’s always been that way it seems
    One love begins, one comes undone

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m going down, now
    With all of my

    [Chorus]
    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us, didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    [Bridge]
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    Blue uh, blue

    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    Blue uh, blue

    [Chorus]
    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us, didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    [Outro]
    Fine china, fine china, fine china
    Fresh linen, fresh linen, fresh linen
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah


  • Be Our Guest (From “Beauty And The Beast”)

    [LUMIÈRE, spoken]
    Ma chère Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner!

    (sung)
    Be our guest! Be our guest!
    Put our service to the test
    Tie your napkin ’round your neck, cherie
    And we’ll provide the rest
    Soup du jour
    Hot hors d’oeuvres
    Why, we only live to serve
    Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious
    Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes
    They can sing, they can dance
    After all, Miss, this is France
    And a dinner here is never second best
    Go on, unfold your menu
    Take a glance and then you’ll
    Be our guest
    Oui, our guest
    Be our guest!

    Beef ragout
    Cheese soufflé
    Pie and pudding, en flambé
    We’ll prepare and serve with flair
    A culinary cabaret!
    You’re alone
    And you’re scared
    But the banquet’s all prepared
    No one’s gloomy or complaining
    While the flatware’s entertaining
    We tell jokes! I do tricks
    With my fellow candlesticks

    [Hook]
    And it’s all in perfect taste
    That you can bet
    Come on and lift your glass
    You’ve won your own free pass
    To be our guest
    If you’re stressed
    It’s fine dining we suggest

    Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
    Get your worries off your chest
    Let us say for your entree
    We’ve an array; may we suggest:
    Try the bread! Try the soup!
    When the croutons loop de loop
    It’s a treat for any dinner
    Don’t belive me? Ask the china
    Singing pork! Dancing veal!
    What an entertaining meal!
    How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
    We’ll make you shout "encore!"
    And send us out for more
    So, be our guest!
    Lumiere:
    Be our guest!
    Chorus:
    Be our guest!

    [Mrs. Potts]
    It’s a guest! It’s a guest!
    Sake’s alive, well I’ll be blessed!
    Wine’s been poured and thank the Lord
    I’ve had the napkins freshly pressed
    With dessert, she’ll want tea
    And my dear that’s fine with me
    While the cups do their soft-shoein’
    I’ll be bubbling, I’ll be brewing
    I’ll get warm, piping hot
    Heaven’s sakes! Is that a spot?
    Clean it up! We want the company impressed
    We’ve got a lot to do!
    Is it one lump or two?
    For you, our guest!
    (She’s our guest!)
    She’s our guest!
    (Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!)

    [Lumiere]
    Life is so unnerving
    For a servant who’s not serving
    He’s not whole without a soul to wait upon
    Ah, those good old days when we were useful…
    Suddenly those good old days are gone
    Ten years we’ve been rusting
    Needing so much more than dusting
    Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!
    Most days we just lay around the castle
    Flabby, fat and lazy
    You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

    [Hook]
    Be our guest! Be our guest!
    Our command is your request
    It’s been years since we’ve had anybody here
    And we’re obsessed
    With your meal, with your ease
    Yes, indeed, we aim to please
    While the candlelight’s still glowing
    Let us help you, we’ll keep going

    [Lumiere with Hook]
    Course by course, one by one
    ‘Til you shout, "Enough! I’m done!"
    Then we’ll sing you off to sleep as you digest
    Tonight you’ll prop your feet up
    But for now, let’s eat up
    Be our guest!
    Be our guest!
    Be our guest!
    Please, be our guest!


  • Asa ceva – Cabron versuri

    Versuri Cabron – Asa ceva

    Nu gasesti asa ceva, asa ceva, decat in Romania. (x2)

    Nu gasesti asa ceva decat in Romania
    Nu cauta in alta parte, yeahhh
    China si America chiar mai au ce invata
    Ar trebui meditate, yeahhh.

    Cand au aflаt ca aici e aur
    Au venit toti sa puna mana pe tezaur
    Sa ne bea din pahare sangele de taur
    Si sa cumpere piese fabricate in fauri
    Se aude pana la francezi
    Aia care zic ca-n Romania bani nu vezi
    Sa vina pe la noi sa ne vada din prima
    Cu Rolex-ul la mana cand sare benzina
    Ca romanul are haz, uite un mertan pe butelie de gaz
    Langa o masina cu numere de Bulgaria
    Cu muzica blana de se aude pana-n Spania
    Ca toate merg ca pe roate
    Mai ales cu prima casa si alte rate
    Mai ales de cand buzunarul e mai chel
    Vor mai multe magazine si blocuri in cartier.

    Nu gasesti asa ceva decat in Romania
    Nu cauta in alta parte, yeahhh
    China si America chiar mai au ce invata
    Ar trebui meditate, yeahhh.

    Si parca nu se vede criza.
    Ca se transfera ca liga A pe visa.
    Si mai plecam sa stampileze viza.
    Da ne intoarcem ca e mai buna la noi briza.
    Chiar daca zic unii ca nu-i versuri-lyrics.info
    Si ca femeile de aici nu-s locul 1
    Campioanele care excita baieteii cu bani
    Bombe romanesti de-i darama si pe talibani
    De la primul matinal
    Care-i stirea lunii de nu mai are egal
    Ca romanul nu e altu’ si asta devine clar
    Facem copii si-n casa si in penitenciar.
    Treaba merge ca pe roate,
    Mai ales ca noi primim bani si fara acte.
    Mai ales de cand buzunarul e mai chel
    Parca e mai multa lume pe terase-n cartier.

    Nu gasesti asa ceva decat in Romania
    Nu cauta in alta parte, yeahhh
    China si America chiar mai au ce invata
    Ar trebui meditate, yeahhh.

    Asa ceva. (x4)

    Nu gasesti asa ceva decat in Romania
    Nu cauta in alta parte, yeahhh
    China si America chiar mai au ce invata
    Ar trebui meditateee. (meditate)
    Versuri Cabron
    Video ceva


  • Fetty Wap – Island Boy

    [Intro: DJ Big L & Fetty Wap]
    Niggas can’t fucking stop us
    ZooGang
    Zoovie, Zoovie
    Let’s go!

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    Yeah, what’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

    [Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
    Bet your poppa [?] I got bands [?]
    I was in the trap, sellin’ crack for my ten to fo’
    Coming [?] with the guap, rocking Timberland
    In my old days, kept a Glock, snatching Benjamins
    I was on the porch, waiting for the mailman, yeah
    Knew I had that pack soon as that mail came, yeah
    I was getting birds straight from the China man, yeah
    Pop one of these triggers, feel like you in China, man, yeah
    Now I’m doing shows, getting paid for some true shit
    Dropped "Trap Queen" then we got the whole crew lit
    RGF the island, taking pictures on a cruise ship
    Only bad bitches who done Zoovie love to cruise with, Wap!

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

    [Verse 2: Drebo]
    Chains on a lil nigga, pipes on, lil trap
    This your bitch theme song, nigga, tell your nigga, "Get back"
    She said she love the squeezy, baby, these fuck niggas hate me
    We pulling up crazy, these Percs got me lazy, damn
    I fell in love with these Balmains, got Ramen jeans in my shit
    Ben Franklins stay on me, that’s hella blues in my grip
    Yeah, I got a bad bitch with a fat ass, she still sucking my dick
    And we rolling ’round, we running ’round, we still stay with that clip
    All this ice all on my neck, young nigga gon’ flex
    Ain’t got Nikes on, these Balenciagas, but I’m still getting that check
    I swear a young nigga so blessed, I’m gettin’ money fuck stress
    Solid nigga, no vest, you broke niggas, no set, Squeezy

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

    [Verse 3: Monty]
    1738, them niggas still lit
    That’s that shit my haters gotta deal with
    Bad, pretty, yo, I’ma chill with
    Everybody dead, hit the kill switch
    Boy, don’t get your wheels hit, riding with the Draco
    Catch him then it’s case closed, fuck niggas, we hate those
    Lots and lots of bank rolls, that means that I’m real rich
    I heard that’s your main ho and she let me still hit
    Said she want to cool with
    Every time she call me up, pick up and be like, "Who dis?"
    Monty getting money so I guess he on his new shit
    Cool shit, mixing 17 with the D’ussé, D’ussé, damn

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
    What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
    Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
    Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
    RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

    [Outro: Fetty Wap]
    RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah
    RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah


  • Camp Lo – Bubblin (On The Way Uptown Album)

    [Geechie Suede]
    I wanna rock right now
    I brought my whole alliance and we all Bronx-bound
    Drunk up off the cisco with the figaro and links
    Countin all the moolah and the diamante sphinx
    Dragging on the reefer’s got my soul high for weeks
    I think i see 5 put the mag under the seats
    We living like it’s dynasty with custom-made juice
    [?] blaze is empty i need to get loose

    [Sonny Cheeba]
    Watches into the lil underworld
    Put sugar walls in naked cities under sniper’s moon
    The house of bamboo is shining love acupuncture
    Menage a trois the french connection is the satin prince
    Watch the re moment and taste up in seventh heaven
    On cloud 9 contact minnesota fats
    Let em dream let em dream
    Of the satin city
    When of the wine those moonshiners fine as hollywood
    How we do how we do

    [Hook x2]
    Coast with me in the vicar
    Bubblin
    Six figures on ice
    Bubblin
    Erryday type bidness
    Bubblin
    Diamond cork franchise
    Bubblin

    [Sonny Cheeba]
    The high from sonny cheeba
    Connect with the Sheba baby shan
    The snatch gold and free c’est la vie
    Midnight sun melting ice grills of the face
    Mr frost they close with the slaves of new york

    [Geechie Suede]
    Tiffany conniption
    Persist and clutch extension
    Connive and blade heiress underseas tension
    Cut close with toast
    Cherish pearl tongues
    Arabian nights designing dreams for the young

    [Sonny Cheeba]
    Way out with the satin struthers
    And erryday’s hollywood on my satin dogs
    They was with dr. feelgood in my seduction palace
    On king size Ethan Allen
    Comin better cheat
    Inside my nutcracker suite

    [Geechie Suede]
    First notice black lotus
    Blow this with friction
    Currency exchange multiple digital diction
    Remote control corners, digested sugar
    Praise be the Lo-ah for love we gon’ live it

    [Hook x2]
    Coast with me in the vicar
    Bubblin
    Six figures on ice
    Bubblin
    Erryday type bidness
    Bubblin
    Diamond cork franchise
    Bubblin

    [Sonny Cheeba]
    Love for the cot
    It’s hot sugar live on the block
    A flight to the jungletown plot
    They shine a light put the jizm up in the flow
    My air tight sugar flow and slick lo enough
    I’m on a blockbust with the jungle game prayed
    And shakedown from the main squeeze erryday
    Put notes on the bricks with the razor out dice
    And check it out why yo get out black [?]

    [Geechie Suede]
    And now we live that pop life, tequila sunrise
    Mo Don visions, China doves cry
    Reflect off the ocean, Graceland moves
    Pacific height action, the firestar crew
    Vanilla trench apron, istol underneath
    The ballantine believers, not when i sweep
    The odyssey of lo-ah, boy it’s to the sky
    Brigante syndicate for the solar flight high

    [Hook x2]
    Coast with me in the vicar
    Bubblin
    Six figures on ice
    Bubblin
    Erryday type bidness
    Bubblin
    Diamond cork franchise
    Bubblin


  • Audio Push – One Time (My Turn 3 Album)

    [Verse 1: Price]
    One heart, one love, one mind
    I ain’t the type of jam you play one time
    I been cold with my rhyme since Wyclef used to say "One Time"
    Get up, I ain’t talkin’ sit-ups when I tell you niggas that it’s crunch time
    Middle finger up one time, that’s my Fuck Donald Trump sign
    Melanated by the sunshine
    March along on the frontline
    If it’s verses, bars or the punchlines
    I got more bodies than lunch lines
    You can miss me with them war rhymes
    This is like Rap Before Time
    You Little Foot niggas wanna walk in my shoes
    But the Vans ain’t your size
    Lil nigga ’cause they’re my size
    Hundred dollars to a bum on the corner
    Yeah, that’s how I pay my tithes
    The church house can’t get my dime
    Wanna gold dig, why try?
    You gon’ barely get the WiFi
    High as fuck, still rollin’ up, yeah that’s what they call a high rise
    Audio Push you know we see
    My Turn 3, you know it’s here
    I need the green guacamole dip
    I want weed, water, and Chipotle chips
    West side, yeah I’m on the trip
    Touch down, yelling "hold my dick"
    Couple stores and a restaurant
    Black ownership, yeah I’m on my shit
    909-951 ’till they pull the plug
    Too cool for clubs, cool for school
    It’s true as much true enough
    You talk too much, don’t do enough
    Ever since I moved to [love?], the Jeffersons been movin’ up
    Paper preferences, I’m coolin’ blunts
    You can’t be hesitant if you move with us
    I just blew it up, it’s my turn
    Price

    [Verse 2: Oktane]
    One two three, three two one
    Look
    She told me she is not the type of game you play
    And I’m the kinda chance you only take one time
    Try to tell her I can help you if you stay
    Gave the chance of her life, you couldn’t make one fine
    Now step back while I do this, hear you and my music
    I know you probably feel stupid ’cause these other niggas is clueless
    This 2017 ruthless, need a 2017 roofless
    With a lady in it that spit out her gum
    And give me some like she toothless
    I’m a simple man out to get these bands, nigga
    Simple plan, give my life, give the game some light
    Never give a damn, My Turn 3
    Hair long, I’m what they would like to be
    One man on this microphone and no one writes for me
    It’s a sight to see, couldn’t be a boxer and say fight for me
    So I never understood why fans let it slide, it’s weak
    7 days, making plays, eleven ways
    7/11 and never strayed, hot dice, you ain’t never paid
    Look, see the same people I prayed with, I stayed with
    Got paid with, which China outfit they should make quit
    ‘Cause I couldn’t stay up on the same shit
    Can’t see the big picture if you’re always in the middle of it
    This was just a little of it, flavor I mean
    Nothin’ around you can save you, I mean

    [Outro: Oktane]
    My Turn 3 boy
    What is it you can’t see boy
    This a grown man look at me boy
    You run up on us and get De-stroyed, straight
    My Turn 3, I’m gone


  • LANA DEL REY – Fine China lyrics

    I wore diamonds for the birth of your baby
    For the birth of your son
    On the same day my husband to be
    Packed his things to run
    Was bittersweet to say the least
    One life begins one comes undone
    I’ve always been a strong woman of faith
    Strong like a tree but the unlucky one

    I’m going down, now
    With all of my

    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    I wore diamonds for the day of our wedding
    For our day in the sun
    On the same day my mother to be said she wouldn’t come
    It’s always been that way with me
    No time for change no time for fun
    It’s always been that way it seems
    One love begins one comes undone

    I’m going down, now
    With all of my

    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    Blue uh, blue

    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    Blue uh, blue

    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    Fine china, fine china, fine china
    Fresh linen, fresh linen, fresh linen
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah


  • Lana Del Rey – Fine China lyrics

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    I wore diamonds for the birth of your baby
    For the birth of your son
    On the same day my husband to be
    Packed his things to run
    Was bittersweet to say the least
    One life begins one comes undone
    I’ve always been a strong woman of faith
    Strong like a tree but the unlucky one

    I’m going down, now
    With all of my

    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    I wore diamonds for the day of our wedding
    For our day in the sun
    On the same day my mother to be said she wouldn’t come
    It’s always been that way with me
    No time for change no time for fun
    It’s always been that way it seems
    One love begins one comes undone

    I’m going down, now
    With all of my

    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    Blue uh, blue

    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    All of my all of my fine china
    Blue uh, blue

    Fine china and fresh linen
    All of my dresses with them tags still on them
    Fine china and dull silver
    My white horses and my ivory almonds
    I guess they really got the best of us didn’t they?
    They said that love was enough but it wasn’t
    The earth shattered, the sky opened
    The rain was fire but we were wooden

    Fine china, fine china, fine china
    Fresh linen, fresh linen, fresh linen
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah
    Ah, ah, ah


  • Miranda Lambert – Things That Break lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I was born a bull in a china cabinet
    Drawn to the delicate like it’s a magnet
    Perfume bottle on a mirror tray
    Tempered glass on a windown pane
    Timeless face on a pocket watch
    Time is ticking

    [Chorus]
    I leave it all in ruins
    ‘Cause I don’t know what I’m doing
    I’m hard on things that matter
    Hold a heart so tight it shatters
    So I stay away from things that break

    [Verse 2]
    Can’t make a man a promise
    With the best of intentions
    Drive two hundred miles on a rundown engine
    Put a blanket underneath a hollow tree
    When the wind blows hard it will fall on me
    Stick around long and you will see
    Time is ticking

    [Chorus]
    I leave it all in ruins
    ‘Cause I don’t know what I’m doing
    I’m hard on things that matter
    Hold a heart so tight it shatters
    So I stay away from things that break

    [Bridge]
    Me, I don’t ever wanna get too close
    Or be held responsible
    For the pain that you can’t see
    Somebody once broke me

    [Chorus]
    I leave it all in ruins
    ‘Cause I don’t know what I’m doing
    I’m hard on things that matter
    Hold a heart so tight it shatters
    So I stay away from things that break


  • Yung Simmie – Slick Talk (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

    [Verse]
    I was in the back where they left me at
    Nigga you don’t know me where you seen me at?
    I be on the court where my team be at
    You be on the sidelines where the cheerleaders be at
    You know I’m always busy chasin’ greenbacks
    I double back, I’m the hitman with double straps
    And now I got yo’ chick high ’cause I got the sack
    I’m switchin’ lanes, doin’ donuts in a Pontiac
    Niggas claim they spitters where yo’ bars at?
    If he ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money I won’t call back
    I call Ricky, he pull up now yo’ skull cracked
    I call Momo he pull up with that big mac
    I’m smokin’ strong like a six pack
    These niggas lie so I got no choice but to spit facts
    I’m the last of my kind
    I’m stackin’ every penny I could never drop a dime
    And I can tell when you lyin’
    I’m writin’ music on the plane just to make the time fly
    Bitch I might do a drive-by
    When I’m askin’ for my money better look me in my eye
    And keep it real don’t lie
    Tell me how you fucked it up tryna eat the whole pie
    Fake niggas I despise
    I can’t even trust a chick ’cause she only want my prize
    I gotta eat so I’m want the supersize
    One minute they with you then they wanna scrutinize
    And I don’t like to socialize
    I smoke OG ’til I got the China eyes
    I was smoked out before it was legalized
    And I can spot a hater with my eagle eyes
    And you don’t even wanna battle
    From the Wild, Wild, South, I might pull up on my saddle
    You know I rose out the gravel
    Only God can judge me, fuck a man with a gavel
    You know how I’m comin’
    Bang Camp Drumming, it’s nothin’

    [Outro]
    I just, I just, you know
    I could’ve killed the last two bars, but it’s Simmie Season
    Niggas know what it is
    I mean, bow


  • Coldplay – Speed Of Sound (X & Y Album) letras

    How long before I get in?
    Before it starts, before I begin?
    How long before you decide?
    Before I know what it feels like?
    Where To, where do I go?
    If you never try, then you’ll never know
    How long do I have to climb,
    Up on the side of this mountain of mine?

    Look up, I look up at night
    Planets are moving at the speed of light
    Climb up, up in the trees
    Every chance that you get
    Is a chance you seize
    How long am I gonna stand
    With my head stuck under the sand?
    I’ll start before I can stop
    Before I see things the right way up

    All that noise, and all that sound
    All those places I have found
    And birds go flying at the speed of sound
    To show you how it all began
    Birds came flying from the underground
    If you could see it then you’d understand?

    Ideas that you’ll never find
    All the inventors could never design
    The buildings that you put up
    Japan and China all lit up
    The sign that I couldn’t read
    Or a light that I couldn’t see
    Some things you have to believe
    But others are puzzles, puzzling me

    All that noise, and all that sound
    All those places I have found
    And birds go flying at the speed of sound
    To show you how it all began
    Birds came flying from the underground
    If you could see it then you’d understand
    Ah when you see it then you’ll understand?

    All those signs, I knew what they meant
    Some things you can invent
    Some get made, and some get sent
    Oh
    Birds go flying at the speed of sound
    To show you how it all began
    Birds came flying from the underground
    If you could see it then you’d understand
    Ah, when you see it then you’ll understand?


  • The Mentors – Free Fix letras

    Ooohhh yeah baby, you’re in luck,
    Free fix for a fuck
    You can start to suck and I’ll fix you for a fuck
    It ain’t like you’re turning tricks,
    It’s just a fuck for a fix
    Now come on baby, shoot shit in your vein
    I know you ain’t got a brain,
    That’s why I say
    Free fix for a fuck, free fix for a fuck
    Get on your knees and start to suck
    And I’ll fix you for a fuck
    Come on girl, you know what it’s about
    Pull down your pants
    An I’ll show you what’s it’s all about
    Come on, get your fix tonight
    Get naked and ball me right
    Got a bag of china white
    That says you’re gonna get naked tonight
    Feel the rush shot through your brain
    I’m gonna drive you insane,
    That’s why I say
    Free fix for a fuck, free fix for a fuck
    Get on your knees and start to suck
    And I’ll fix you for a fuck
    Ooh yeah baby, isn’t it nice
    Ooh yeah, it’s time to raise the price
    Get your chunk now isn’t this easy
    Now you have to get really sleazy
    Not just a slutfuck…but a good buttfuck
    Free fix for a buttfuck, free fix for a buttfuck
    That’s why I say
    Free fix for a buttfuck, free fix for a buttfuck
    Get on your knees and start to suck
    Free fix for a buttfuck…right up your ass!