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  • V Don – Get Back Lyrics (feat. Dave East)

    I’m just trying to get back
    Had some dimes in a sac
    They out robbing for that, ain’t no time to react
    He can rhyme, he can rap
    But the swine on his back
    Ride with 9’s on his lap, but his mind on diamonds and plaques
    He did time for his strap
    He not trying to relapse, he just trying to relax
    He just trying to get back
    Some niggas robbed him for a watch now he trying to get back
    You ever been so far from home you was dying to get back?
    I spent time in the trap
    No cosigning no rats
    I got commas to stack, told my Momma I rap
    f*ck what you profit, you whack
    My uncle had that MPV, I would hop in the back
    He had bottles of crack
    If I got it I’ma give back
    Wanted the [?] in blue, the Versace in black
    Publishing cheques so when I die there ain’t no stopping this cash
    I had my Glock in the cab
    Paid attention to them niggas that watch when I pass
    Listened and heard their stomach growling, they plotting the crash
    I pray they try me, strapped in the store I’ma raise the stash
    They snatched [L?] for that beam, we could play laser tag
    Nobody helped us, couldn’t give a f*ck if you say you mad
    I’m just trying to get back

    Down to my lost dollar, trying to figure how I could get back
    Plastic on them couches, public housing
    No time for no nap
    Police in my building, I pray I don’t get found with this Mac
    He cheated on his bitch too many times
    She’s just trying to get back
    On a turnpike with 1,000 grams, just trying to get back
    White girl driving, trunk filthy
    Not lighting no gas
    Come up right in front of niggas faces, they’ll line you for that
    I’m just trying find me a bag

    Taho had [?], swapped it out, we went got in the ‘lac
    They could offer me the rest of my life and I’m not going rat
    Had to be in the field to find out there’s shooters that’s not going clap
    Like I’m going to pump these pills till me and Bully falling back to back
    I ain’t got time for the chat, I’m just trying to get back

    I had no hope, against the ropes, young Muhammad of rap
    Wonder if jail would be the same if your Honour was black
    You niggas lying, down South they define it as cap
    They hate to see you take a knee, bitch I’m riding with Cap
    He lost like 20 in a dice game he trying to get back
    But when it come to women, he Frankie Lymon with that
    He got designers on speed dial, he ain’t copping from [sacks?]
    Know how to get guap in the trap, he got time to get back
    Plug fronted, fiends love that he trying to hide his stash
    Tried to Osama the ave’
    You know, blow it up
    Slide off, go hop in the cab
    More profit to get you count them extras that’s not in the bag
    Rappers talking all this politics shit, they not in the lab
    I done got jumped, [?], and I done been stabbed

    I’m just trying to get back
    Ride with the 9 on his lap, but he got the swine on his back
    His mind on diamonds and plaques
    Came from the bottom, went back
    Don’t too much shopping, he stack
    Rest in peace, Bundles
    All through the jungle we’re sliding the stack
    They f*ck with me, the hood is stuck to me, no way I could detach
    I’m just trying to get back
    You ain’t gotta go to work no more, told my Momma “relax”
    All these rappers claim they got it, trust they are not in the trap
    Just smoking in the front with him, his body got found in the back
    He nervous and his GPS ain’t working
    He trying to get back

    Down to my lost dollar, trying to figure how I could get back
    Plastic on them couches, public housing
    No time for no nap
    Police in my building, I pray I don’t get found with this Mac
    He cheated on his bitch too many times
    She’s just trying to get back
    On a turnpike with 1,000 grams, just trying to get back
    White girl driving, trunk filthy
    Not lighting no gas
    Come up right in front of niggas faces, they’ll line you for that
    I’m just trying find me a bag


  • Normani – Checklist lyrics

    [Chorus: Wizkid]
    Like you come wait for it
    Hey, yeah
    Hey, yeah
    Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
    Let ’em shine, let ’em shine
    And kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
    Don’t lie, don’t lie
    You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
    Slow one, slow one
    But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

    [Post-Chorus: Wizkid]
    I see you
    Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
    Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
    Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on
    Yeah, I see you
    Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
    Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
    Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on

    [Verse 1: Wizkid]
    Come show me where when I’m nearby
    Might show you where they check bow[?]
    Might show you when I’m nearby
    Gimme all to you if you check out
    When you moving and around me
    Make me feel like you won’t drown me
    Make me feel like you are wit’ me
    Only you know how to get me, but

    [Chorus: Wizkid]
    Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
    Come and shine and come and shine
    And I’ll kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
    Don’t lie, don’t lie
    You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
    Slow one, slow one
    But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

    [Post-Chorus: Wizkid]
    I see you
    Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
    Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
    Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on
    Yeah, I see you
    Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
    Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
    Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on

    [Verse 2: Wizkid]
    Might throw your body like the necklace
    No [?] I really gonna touch this
    Girl so good when you want this
    This straight one put you on the checklist
    May loving the love, but it’s wreckless
    Girl I’m a sinner, come bless me
    Baby, ain’t no stressin’
    Say bye so you kill with that vibe
    Uh

    [Chorus: Wizkid]
    Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
    Come and shine and come and shine
    And I’ll kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
    Don’t lie, don’t lie
    You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
    Slow one, slow one
    But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

    [Outro: Wizkid]
    [?]
    So you’ll gonna kiss til’ my life end
    Baby girl show me your vibe
    Baby girl show me your light
    [?]
    So you’ll gonna kiss til’ my life end
    Baby girl show me your vibe
    They control, on control


  • Kevin Gates – I Got U Lyrics

    [Chorus: Kevin Gates]
    Do you feel
    This here
    In your ear
    Dick up here
    In your ribs
    On the real
    From the real
    In the mirror
    I’m him
    Don’t trip
    I got you
    I got you
    I got me
    Just get you
    Selfish, it’s not true
    I’mma show you how I can do
    Throw it back when you rock the move
    Reason why I probably rock with you
    I got me
    I got you
    On the real
    Do you feel
    This here
    In your ear
    Dick up here
    In your ribs
    On the real
    From the real

    [Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
    Dirty dollar getter
    On the phone with one of my hittas
    Drop the bands
    Pots and pans
    In the kitchen, bagin up sand
    I’m not carin’
    One of my mans
    He owed me 100 bands
    Say no names
    [?]
    Push one button your feet the air
    All for me to sit back in this chair
    I’m hands on I’m everywhere
    [?]
    Cold sport but Life ain’t fair
    Go back platinum one more time
    After that its
    Say she love me okay yeah
    Let me rip and go somewhere
    Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
    They might say I’m [?]
    In the slums you never there
    Paid protection, you meant protection
    Big old weapon bottle [?]
    From the projects we in Paris
    [?]
    Sipping fanta out a can

    [Chorus: Kevin Gates]
    Do you feel
    This here
    In your ear
    Dick up here
    In your ribs
    On the real
    From the real
    In the mirror
    I’m him
    Don’t trip
    I got you
    I got you
    I got me
    Just get you
    Selfish, it’s not true
    I’mma show you how I can do
    Throw it back when you rock the move
    Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
    I got me
    I got you
    On the real
    Do you feel
    This here
    In your ear
    Dick up here
    In your ribs
    On the real
    From the real

    [Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
    Screeching macking bouncing
    Big old booty bouncing
    I’m pouring up two ounces
    This shit flow like a fountain
    This shit tall like a mountain
    We in here money counting
    Sometimes its so astounding
    Blowing this loud we lounging
    Fix your face stop pouting
    Bae I’mma take you shopping
    I told you stop [?]
    GPS re-routing
    When [?]
    You better not get to shouting
    I’ll show you I’m really about it
    Don’t make no scene in public
    [?]
    Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
    [?] making that face I’m pounding
    Making that face you [?]

    [Chorus: Kevin Gates]
    Do you feel
    This here
    In your ear
    Dick up here
    In your ribs
    On the real
    From the real
    In the mirror
    I’m him
    Don’t trip
    I got you
    I got you
    I got me
    Just get you
    Selfish, it’s not true
    I’mma show you how I can do
    Throw it back when you rock the move
    Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
    I got me
    I got you
    On the real
    Do you feel
    This here
    In your ear
    Dick up here
    In your ribs
    On the real
    From the real


  • Travis Scott – HOUSTONFORNICATION Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I might need me some ventilation
    A little vacation, Houstonfornication
    Mind redefine new renovations
    Space coupe back out of the space station
    Float around town, do that on the daily

    [Verse 1]
    How I’m supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
    Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
    Yeah, spendin’ all my time up there gettin’ faded (it’s lit)
    Yeah, handin’ out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
    Yeah, you know on this side it’s poppin’ and it’s dangerous (pop it, pop it)
    Ridin’ through the clouds we goin’ through the vapors (phew, phew)
    I’m just tryna get the paper, stayin’ out the papers
    It ain’t easily done, it ain’t easy (yeah)
    Pop a seal like it’s Chris, make it look Breezy (it’s lit)
    Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
    Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash)
    I just want the peace, it’s still Lambo’ over Mercedes, yuh
    Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
    Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo’ mama (yeah)
    Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill, about Congress, yeah (straight up)
    We at the fest, come and link, per-reques, yeah (alright)
    Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah)
    Seein’ flashes, oh, no-no, that’s my neck, yeah (it’s lit)
    I’ve been livin’ paranoid, watch yo’ step (yeah yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
    We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
    Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
    Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
    I might need me some ventilation
    A little vacation, Houstonfornication
    Mind redefine new renovations
    Space coupe back out of the space station
    If it rise on the East, land on the West
    We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
    Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
    Nobody can check me when it’s chess (ah, nah, for real)
    They comin’ at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
    I’m out the cash, that’s the butterfly effect, yeah
    I’ve been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
    Took the girl off the net, worked it up the net, uh
    Iced out watches for the game, Patek the set
    Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
    Just keep droppin’ them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
    We ain’t gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
    All my dogs in my wheel, they gon’ ride you to the death, yeah
    Elevator up the hill we ain’t never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus]
    Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
    We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
    Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
    Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
    I might need me some ventilation
    A little vacation, Houstonfornication
    Mind redefine new renovations
    Space coupe back out of the space station
    If it rise on the East, land on the West
    We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
    Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash


  • KYLE – Zoom lyrics

    [Intro]
    And I zoom
    Yep, yep yep
    Yep, yep yep
    Yep, yep yep

    [Chorus]
    And I zoom, right on past my problems
    Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
    Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
    GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it

    [Verse 1]
    Got a hundred miles before I crack another smile
    I ain’t in denial, I know this is just a trial though
    Everything is fine, I know it’s ‘gon take some time though
    Yeah yeah
    Nigga I’ll be good
    Like I said I would (woo)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I get by, yeah
    With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
    You and I (ohh)
    Bumpin’ Cranes in the Sky
    Oh, my my

    [Chrous 2]
    Pour up the drank and give me some more
    Ain’t in a rush, I’m livin’ it slow
    One day we all, we all, we all go
    One day we all, we all, we all go
    Pour up the drank and give me some more
    Ain’t in a rush, I’m livin’ it slow
    One day we all, we all, we all go
    One day we all, we all, we all go

    [Verse 2]
    Blowin’ up my phone go bleep bleep
    I’m up all night, no sleep sleep
    But lose my stride, no way way
    I’ll be hitting behind the back shots like [?] (swish)
    Money shot, I mean money money guy
    See a lot of places, but happiness did not
    I don’t get fooled by the fakes
    I won’t get killed by these cops
    I know I’ll be myself
    I know that’s something that I’ve got
    I know I get a lot of hate from niggas I am not
    I am so far from a flop
    And yet so close to the top

    [Chorus]
    And I zoom, right on past my problems
    Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
    Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
    GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it
    And I zoom, right on past my problems
    Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
    Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
    GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it (woo)

    [Outro]
    I get by, yeah
    With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
    You and I (ohh)
    Bumpin’ cranes in the sky
    Oh, my my
    I get by, yeah
    With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
    You and I (ohh)
    Bumpin’ Cranes in the Sky
    Oh, my my


  • Elliott Trent – Vegas Love Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I don’t always say much
    But I always say enough

    [Verse 1]
    Once again we back where we started
    You played the game and i won the game and left you broken hearted
    I’m sorry, and I mean that
    I met one from the jump
    But your love hurts so in return i threw a punch and it’s all bad
    The good is gone
    Not really, my feeling’s strong
    I’m in the lobby, it feel like home
    Debating on pick up the phone
    Cuz’ i feel guilty but then I don’t
    Dream just turned into hope
    Should I pull up leave and take a chance
    [?] just take a stand

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ace, Jack
    Your queen and i’m king
    It was back
    Too much to eat and see
    Roll the dice
    Roll the dice
    I’m hoping I won’t crap out
    GPS in love
    Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

    [Chorus]
    I was all in
    All bets on us
    Gamble what I love
    Put in a million on us
    Million on us
    Nah, it wan’t enough
    So i’mma double up
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love

    [Verse 2]
    We arguing about skeletons in our closet
    It’s break up, then make up
    Real love remains uncharted
    Conversation and good sex
    Couldn’t focus on a picture man
    It was a beautiful thing too bad
    I never see you with your man
    I took the chance
    You did me wrong
    I got the feelings
    That’s what she own
    I feel like Bobby [?]
    I stormed out and now you’re all alone
    Left you in the hotel
    Now i’m back in this casino
    For your love i bet a milli
    While i sip [?]

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ace, Jack
    Your queen and i’m king
    It was back
    Too much to eat and see
    Roll the dice
    Roll the dice
    I’m hoping I won’t crap out
    GPS in love
    Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

    [Chorus]
    I was all in
    All bets on us
    Gamble what I love
    Put in a million on us
    Million on us
    Nah, it wan’t enough
    So i’mma double up
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    That Vegas love

    [Bridge]
    Tell me what to do
    I can’t risk losing you girl
    What’s the one price for love
    Price for love
    What’s the price for love

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ace, Jack
    Your queen and i’m king
    It was back
    Too much to eat and see
    Roll the dice
    Roll the dice
    I’m hoping I won’t crap out
    GPS in love
    Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

    [Chorus]
    I was all in
    All bets on us
    Gamble what I love
    Put in a million on us
    Million on us
    Nah, it wan’t enough
    So i’mma double up
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    Girl you got that Vegas love
    That Vegas love


  • Cdot Honcho – So Long

    I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
    Ben Franklins kickin it round me
    She trying to get close to me
    Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
    I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
    That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

    Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
    Member I had to make pallets
    Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
    Im running by you I lapped you
    Finna start walking you should keep running
    Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

    Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
    Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
    We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
    Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
    I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
    4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
    Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
    Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

    Come in here brain on door ways
    Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
    Spinning them hoes like a tornado
    I blow a bitch like a grendade though
    She tryna kick it like Fernando
    I’m in Miami not Orlando
    Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

    (Too much fucking racks on me)
    Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
    She need a edit she not up on shit
    Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
    1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
    Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
    Find him in lakes on Google and shit
    He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

    Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
    Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
    Hit her throw her in uber pool
    She know my time be coming soon
    She let me go rising like a balloon
    In the cut shining like a spoon
    Run up wit wilding like a coon

    Really I barely do use them
    Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
    Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
    2 seater wet like what a boat on
    I keep a rack like what a coat on
    She want to nag bitch you can go home
    I’m in my bag been in it so long

    Bitch
    I’m in my bag been in it so long
    Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
    Aye


  • Maluma – GPS lyrics

    Below are the complete “GPS” lyrics by Maluma displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017.

    GPS lyrics

    [Intro: Maluma]
    Rudeboyz
    Esto es una historia real, mi amor
    Tú sabes que te estoy hablando a ti
    Me ahogo en tus mares, mamacita

    [Verso 1: Maluma]
    Hoy pienso que ella me ama
    Porque amanezco en su cama
    Van varias noche de eso
    Creo que la matan mis besos
    Siento que puedo nadar
    Flotando entre sus piernas pongo dulce el mar
    Siento que en sus aguas puedo navegar
    Ya llegue a la orilla y no me voy a ahogar

    [Coro: Maluma]
    Yo no necesito un GPS
    Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
    Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
    Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
    Yo no necesito un GPS
    Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
    Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
    Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

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    [Verso 2: Maluma]
    Seis de la mañana, sé que tienes ganas
    Pero me lo mama
    Me lo mantiene contento
    En su mente siempre hay malos pensamientos
    Con un beso siempre me roba el aliento
    Entre vinos y esposas, ella es peligrosa
    En San Valentín pide latigo en vez de rosas
    Ella es otra cosa, sabe que es virtuosa
    No soy fotógrafo pero en mi cámara posa

    [Pre Coro: Maluma]
    Mándame una foto que motive
    Que me vuelva loco y que me active
    Déjame dártelo, yo quiero dártelo
    Parte por parte, voy a secuestrarte, no me digas que no

    [Coro: Maluma]
    Yo no necesito un GPS
    Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
    Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
    Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
    Yo no necesito un GPS
    Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
    Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
    Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

    [Verso 3: French Montana]
    Shawty, I’ma take you where there is no navigation
    Pull up to the crib, there’s a sticky situation
    Know me, let you cuff her, got her on probation
    Hit me when you miss me, I’ma come for visitation
    Got up in her head now, silk sheets getting head now
    And only when I’m just takin’ off is when we layin’ down
    Colombia like tato, hit up Capo like I’m Chapo
    Drinking Blue Dot out the bottle, out the case like Desperado
    Need no GPS, mami, vamo’ hacer el sex
    Conmigo, shawty, no stress, do you right hasta las diez

    [Pre Coro: Maluma]
    Mándame una foto que motive
    Que me vuelva loco y que me active
    Déjame dártelo, yo quiero dártelo
    Parte por parte, voy a secuestrarte, no me digas que no

    [Coro: Maluma]
    Yo no necesito un GPS
    Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
    Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
    Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
    Yo no necesito un GPS
    Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
    Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
    Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

    [Outro: Maluma, French Montana]
    Alright, alright baby
    You know what it is
    When you hear that
    You know who it is
    Maluma
    Dirty boy, baby
    Montana!
    Maluma!


  • When You Say

    Lyrics to ‘When You Say’ by Jay 305:

    –Verse 1: Jay 305–
    I’m a baller, baby
    September 4th, just like Beyoncé, baby
    Save the small talk, girl, I ain’t no counsellor
    Hit the 10, free, pay see you bounce it, so bounce it
    I know you heard about Jay through your father probably
    Got a couple R&B bitches in my pocket
    Left the studio with ScHoolboy Q
    Now I’m tryna see what’s up with you
    I tried to told you, girl, I tried to warn ya
    Have you wish that you live in California
    Upset, it’s a hell of a view
    Got you sayin’ I’m in love with you
    But that’s all, yeah, you played yourself
    I was gon’ work, work, work but you played yourself
    So I’m ready to go when you ready
    But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

    –Chorus: Omarion–
    When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
    I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
    When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
    Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl, you know I’ma give you all I got
    I’ma pick you in the foreign
    A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin’
    Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him
    Tell him you be back home in the mornin’, mornin’

    –Verse 2: Jay 305–
    Ooh, I’m back at it
    Baby so thick, movin’ fire traffic
    Had to hit the backstreets for my lil’ freak
    GPS at 35, I be dead 3
    Got a full tank of gas and the AC blowin’
    Smellin’ good, feelin’ good ’cause the money keep comin’
    I’ma get up in that thang while I’m palmin’ your ass
    I see you feelin’ yourself, I gotta tell you somethin’
    I’ma let you hold me on your front team, yeah
    But really you ain’t sayin’ nothin’, yeah
    But I’m ready to go when you ready
    But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

    –Chorus: Omarion–
    When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
    I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
    When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
    Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl, you know I’ma give you all I got
    I’ma pick you in the foreign
    A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin’
    Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him
    Tell him you be back home in the mornin’, mornin’


  • Rich Homie Quan – Heart Cold

    [Verse 1]
    They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
    I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
    I thank God every night before I close my eyes
    Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
    If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
    Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
    And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
    I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
    Fuckin’ hoes gettin’ old, gettin’ money ain’t new
    Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
    Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
    And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
    Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
    Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
    Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
    And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no bitch to me that ain’t cool
    It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
    Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
    Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
    And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
    Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out

    [Hook]
    Heart cold ice box
    I close lights out, Chicago ice out
    Talk hard pipe down
    Shootin’ shit head target
    Dead friend red carpet
    I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
    Talk loud nah nigga
    Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
    I’m paranoid, deep thought
    I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

    [Verse 2]
    The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
    Turn the volume up on yo’ headphones I wanna listen to it
    Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
    Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
    Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planned
    He sick of losin’ I heard he spent all of his advance
    Feel like a movie I walked in feelin’ just like the man
    On every move I hit up make sure I had my mans
    Right hand true if I swear I will never take the stand
    I swear I’d shoot you look at the blisters on my hand
    Shine bright headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right
    This cross make me feel alive

    [Hook]
    Heart cold ice box
    I close lights out, Chicago ice out
    Talk hard pipe down
    Shootin’ shit head target
    Dead friend red carpet
    I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
    Talk loud nah nigga
    Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
    I’m paranoid, deep thought
    I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

    [Outro]
    Heart cold ice box
    I close lights out
    Talk hard pipe down
    I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
    Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
    I see dead people, I see dead people


  • Heart cold – Rich Homie Quan lyrics

    Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Heart cold

    They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
    I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
    I thank God every night before I close my eyes
    Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
    If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
    Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
    And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
    I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
    f*ck a hoe get old, gettin’ money ain’t new
    Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
    Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
    And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
    Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
    Got these 100 dollars in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
    Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
    And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no b*tch to me that ain’t cool
    It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
    Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
    Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
    And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
    Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out.(heart cold)

    Heart cold ice box
    I close lights out, Chicago ice out
    Talk hard pipe down
    Shootin’ sh*t head target
    Dead friend red carpet
    I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
    Talk loud nah nigga versuri-lyrics.info
    Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
    I’m paranoid, deep thought
    I see dead people I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole.

    The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
    Turn the volume up on the headphones I wanna listen to it
    Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
    Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
    Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planneddd.
    Rich Homie Quan lyrics
    Video cold


  • Quentin Miller – Addy (feat. Jace)

    [Hook: Quentin Miller]
    Yeah, send the address
    It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
    Yeah, yeah, send the address
    I be on the way to pick the bag up

    [Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
    Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
    Woah, woah, woah
    [?] what you niggas see me, I don’t know
    I stay in the crib and let the money pile up
    What you think? Well, let’s get it then
    What you think? Well, let’s get it then
    Whole squad on the same page
    GPS locked, headed your way

    [Hook: Quentin Miller]
    Yeah, send the address
    It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
    Yeah, yeah, send the address
    I be on the way to pick the bag up

    [Verse 2: Quentin Miller]
    All she wants is for me to have fun
    All he wants is for me to pull up, yeah
    She already know I bought drugs
    She hotter than a bubble bath, fuck
    That’s how I know that she got me
    I’m gon’ look out for my partners
    Make sure you send me that address
    I guarantee we gon’ pop up

    [Hook: Quentin Miller]
    Yeah, send the address
    It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
    Yeah, yeah, send the address
    I be on the way to pick the bag up

    [Verse 3: Quentin Miller]
    Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
    Woah, woah, woah
    And even if I don’t, fuck steppin’ out though
    I can always hit the crib, let the money pile up
    What you think? Well, let’s get it then
    What you think? Well, let’s get it then
    Whole squad on the same page
    GPS locked, headed your way

    [Hook: Quentin Miller]
    Yeah, send the address
    It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
    Yeah, yeah, send the address
    I be on the way to pick the bag up

    [Verse 4: Jace]
    Headed your way
    Headed your way
    You know I’m drivin’ fast
    I ain’t takin’ the slow way
    Send the addy, bring some baddies, yeah
    We got molly, we got lean, we got Xannies
    If anybody askin’ for, we don’t have it
    Let me put it in my phone, let me map it
    Wood grain spinnin’, ball, play centre
    [?] for supper, home and feast, dinner
    Pop up like a tulip but these seats can’t be overlooked
    We over by the [?] so send a text, we comin’ through
    Send a text, we comin’ through, just tell me where we comin’ to
    I fuck with her, she comin’ too, all these bands I’m runnin’ through
    I’ma be a groupie, look at all these fans I’m runnin’ through
    I ain’t never Han Solo, baby, know I got my crew, yeah
    So what you tryna do? Yeah
    What you wanna do? Yeah

    [Outro: Quentin Miller]
    What you tryna do?
    We can leave here now if you want to
    Send me the address, I’ll come over
    Then we can do what we want to
    We can do whatever you want to
    And you know you want to
    You know you want to
    You know you want to
    You know you want to
    You know you want to
    Click fast night, you want to


  • RAY J – Famous lyrics

    I just wanna flex on my ex
    I just put my name on the check
    Nigga smokin’ propane on the jet
    Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
    Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
    Big wheels, I’m whippin’ a Lamborghini
    I see you act like I ain’t nobody
    Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
    Talkin’ ’bout, “Baby I miss you”
    Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
    You think a nigga wanna diss you
    What I’ve been through
    I got too much hard for this bitch too
    Damn right
    I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
    Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ practice
    I fuck around and make another one…

    Famous
    Make another one famous
    Make another one famous
    Oh nooo, no

    Sick of the lies
    Bitch, just look at the time
    Look at it shine
    Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
    Knowin’ you bitchin’ to fuck up my vibe
    Bitch, you a bum
    Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
    Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
    Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
    Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
    Hoochie season and she already hoein’
    She believes I’m ’bout to give her the foreign
    She about to bring the best out of me
    She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
    She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
    Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
    Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless
    Put you in danger when I made you…

    Famous
    Make another one famous
    Make another one famous
    Oh nooo, no

    Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
    Yeah bitch, I’m alive
    I told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
    And tell all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
    I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
    It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
    She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
    She was the first one to sign on the line
    She was the real one to plan it all out
    Look at the family, they walk around proud
    All because she had my dick in her mouth
    Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
    Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
    Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
    I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

    Make another one famous
    Make another one famous
    Oh nooo, no


  • Jay Park – DRIVE (Feat. GRAY)

    모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
    스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
    너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
    모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
    내 차에 올라타
    바람 쐬러 가
    밥 먹지 말고 와
    전부 내가 해줄게
    So Let’s go for a drive

    Oh yeah girl 내 몸이 힘들어
    Oh yeah girl 내 맘도 힘들어
    이걸 치료할 수 있는 건

    너 하나뿐 girl only you 데리러 갈게 girl 저녁때쯤
    언제나 내가 누굴 필요로 했을 때
    You was always there fa sho
    내가 Jay-z면 너는 나의 Beyonce
    Together we can run the world

    어떤 차로 픽업 갈까
    Take the Foreign 내 옆에는 네 자리
    전세기에 태울 수 있을 때까지
    It’s all for me and you I’m a keep on hustling

    모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
    스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
    너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
    모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
    내 차에 올라타
    바람 쐬러 가
    밥 먹지 말고 와
    전부 내가 해줄게
    So Let’s go for a drive

    우리 열심히 일했잖아
    오늘 어디든지 떠나자
    Me and you
    Girl, I’ll show you the world

    세계적인 커플 Victoria와 Beckham
    나 알잖아 기대해도 돼
    백이면 백 노력할게 girl
    No matter what I’ll always be there you superman
    꼭 지켜줄게 baby

    길 잃을 일 없어 I’m yo GPS girl
    어디든 다 갈게 cause you are so special
    다음 단계로 가자 on to the next level
    걱정은 다 제껴 우리만의 영원한 여행

    모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
    스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
    너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
    모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
    내 차에 올라타
    바람 쐬러 가
    밥 먹지 말고 와
    전부 내가 해줄게
    So Let’s go for a drive

    Let’s go for a drive
    Let’s go for a drive baby
    In this foreign car baby
    All night long
    Let’s go for a drive
    Let’s go for a drive baby
    You’re the only one that I want, my girl
    I’m not a CEO
    But I got a lot of money
    So Let’s make a video
    해변 도로를 누비고 싶어
    Baby, are you gonna stay the night

    모든 일들이 잘 안 풀리고 있을 때
    스트레스가 어깨에 가득 차 있을 때
    너만 보면 맘이 너무나도 편해져
    모든 고민 모든 걱정들이 싹 없어져
    내 차에 올라타
    바람 쐬러 가
    밥 먹지 말고 와
    전부 내가 해줄게
    So Let’s go for a drive


  • Jacquees – Eastside letras

    [Intro]
    Exotic, (Rich Gang)
    What you know about the barber shop boys, know (?) type shit. You know what I’m saying? (?)

    [Verse 1]
    It’s 7 o’clock on the dot, I’m riding shotty
    Foot on the gas, I’m tryna get you baby, tell me girl are you ready?
    It’s a long way down, (?) from watching for the cops
    GPS keep fucking up, I’m tryna find your street
    I know damn well I’m right around the corner
    I’m bringing some good girl I know that you a stoner

    [Chorus]
    They juuging hard on the south side
    Get (?) on the west side
    Make plays on the north side
    None of ’em like my side
    Come get your love on the east side
    Come get your love on the east side
    They juuging hard on the south side
    Get (?) on the west side
    Make plays on the north side
    None of ’em like my side
    Come get your love on the east side
    Come get your love on the east side

    [Verse 2]
    On the east side (?) peace signs
    Swerving lane to lane in ‘Quees ride
    Say my name again, make you scream twice
    And that nine stay on me, make your man think twice
    I take you on that other side and put you on some shit
    I let you watch me gamble, show you how I make a flip
    You know damn well your man don’t want it
    All the shots to make you jump up on it

    [Chorus]
    They juuging hard on the south side
    Get (?) on the west side
    Make plays on the north side
    None of ’em like my side
    Come get your love on the east side
    Come get your love on the east side
    They juuging hard on the south side
    Get (?) on the west side
    Make plays on the north side
    None of ’em like my side
    Come get your love on the east side
    Come get your love on the east side

    [Outro]
    You know (?) type shit you always get. (?)