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  • Lil Skies – Going Off Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    It’s a lot of kings in this room, (Nigga)
    In the room (Room)

    [Chorus]
    It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
    I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
    I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
    We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
    I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
    Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
    She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
    I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
    You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

    [Verse 1]
    Big body Benz blowin’ gas out the roof
    Nigga think it’s sweet until I punched him in his tooth
    We’re some real steppers, really goin’ with the mood
    He thought he had the juice until he came up on the news
    No cap, I was born with the drip
    I tell them niggas come and get me, I ain’t runnin’ from shit
    My broski keep a Glock 30 just to unload a clip
    He ain’t shootin’ shots to miss if he bust it’s a rip
    Real hot boy like Wayne and ’em, I’m on my grind
    Bitch told me I’m a lunatic, I’m out my mind
    Got them diamonds Fiji in my mouth, you see me shine
    Niggas leechin’, tryna stick to me like porcupine

    [Post-Chorus]
    You was loyal and then you turned fake (Fake)
    I don’t want none of your love, I’d rather stack cake (Rather stack cake)
    I don’t make none of this up, stay with a straight face (Stay wiht a straight face)
    Foreign stepper on my sneaker, that’s a cool ape (Ape)

    [Chorus]
    It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
    I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
    I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
    We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
    I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
    Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
    She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
    I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
    You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

    [Verse 2]
    Diamond choker chain, could’ve fucked her in the pool
    I dropped out of college to sell weed then hit the stu’
    Mad because I made it and it didn’t work for you
    My bitch stay in Chanel, she don’t wear no Jimmy Choo
    We ran up them numbers, being us, fuck being cool
    I ain’t sell my soul, I stayed the same, my team the truth
    What you know about gettin’ that work, makin’ it poof?
    Bitch we smokin’ gas, that’s why we ain’t puffing on the Juul

    [Chorus]
    It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
    I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
    I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
    We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
    I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
    Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
    She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
    I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
    You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

    [Outro]
    Only put the blame on you


  • Juicy J – Bitches Lyrics

    [Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
    You’s a bitch
    (Bitches)

    [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
    Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
    Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
    Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
    And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
    How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
    Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
    I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
    Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

    [Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
    Back of the club, posted with my dubs
    Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
    Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
    Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

    [Verse 3: French Montana]
    Pull up European, smoke a [?]
    Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
    Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
    Hundred for the car (hah)

    [Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
    You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
    Bitch, where you at?
    I’m out here gettin’ your money
    That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
    (Bitches)

    [Verse 4: French Montana]
    Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
    Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
    Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
    Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
    Hah, hah, like a [?]
    All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
    Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
    Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

    [Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
    Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
    (Bitches)

    [Verse 5: Juicy J]
    It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
    And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
    I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
    I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
    Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
    If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
    Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
    At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
    Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
    Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
    Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
    Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
    Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
    Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
    Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
    Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

    [Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
    You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
    Bitch, where you at?
    I’m out here gettin’ your money
    That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
    (Bitches)

    [Verse 6: Project Pat]
    You tell the doody bitches like they do you
    They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
    Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
    Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
    Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
    Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
    No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
    The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
    Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
    Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
    Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
    Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
    Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
    Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
    She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
    Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

    [Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
    You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
    Bitch, where you at?
    I’m out here gettin’ your money
    That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
    (Bitches)

    [Outro: [?]]
    Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]


  • Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yuh, la, la
    It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
    Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
    Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

    [Chorus]
    Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
    Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
    Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
    Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
    Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
    Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
    Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
    Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
    You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
    I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
    For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
    My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

    [Verse 1]
    Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
    We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
    Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
    Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
    What up? You can’t waste none of my time bitch
    I’m up, I got way too many money
    I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
    Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
    Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

    [Chorus]
    Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
    Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
    Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
    Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
    Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
    Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
    Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
    Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
    You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
    I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
    For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
    My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

    [Verse 2]
    Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
    Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
    Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
    Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
    Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
    Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
    Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
    Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

    [Bridge]
    Yuh, la, la
    It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
    Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
    Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

    [Chorus]
    Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
    Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
    Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
    Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
    Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
    Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
    Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
    Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
    You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
    I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
    For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
    My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
    You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
    I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
    For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
    My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces


  • Lady Gaga – Filthy Pop (Demo 2) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Spin that shit now
    Spin that shit now
    Filthy, you’re so filthy

    [Verse 1]
    Hello, Mr. Radio
    Got our pink lights, and a funny, money retro sound, sound
    Spin that shit
    Spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
    Dance, Mr. Radio nerd
    How ’bout we trade them speakers for these new Jimmy Choo sneakers?
    What do you say? What do you say?

    [Chorus]
    Play it for me baby
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
    Play it for me baby
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

    [Verse 2]
    Hello, Mr Radio
    This beat’s expensive, super pop
    Intensive, yeah, spin that shit
    Spin it ’til it’s platinum
    Hello, Mister “I’m a sick kisser”
    Yeah, so’s my sister
    How ’bout we kick the speakers with my new Louis Vuitton sneakers

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Filthy, you’re so filthy
    Filthy, you’re so filthy

    [Chorus]
    Play it for me baby
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
    Play it for me baby
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

    [Bridge]
    Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (spin that shit now)
    Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (Spin that shit now)
    We might make you queasy, but believe me
    When I say this music’s filthy
    Yeah, this music’s filthy (filthy oh, so filthy)

    [Chorus]
    Play it for me baby
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit (spin that shit now), spin in cause it’s fabulous
    Play it for me baby (spin that shit now)
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
    Play it for me baby (filthy oh, so filthy)
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
    Play it for me baby
    Give it to me real, filthy pop
    Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous


  • Vybz Kartel – Yabba Dabba Doo Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hold on…
    Hey gyal, a so the bleach make face look old?…
    And you a just 35 years old?
    Weh the young gyal dem deh, weh bleaching fit you? Make your bumpa roll

    [Hook]
    Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
    She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
    When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
    Yabba Dabba Doo!

    [Verse 1]
    Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
    Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
    Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
    “Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
    Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
    “Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
    If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
    My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
    Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
    Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
    Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
    Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
    Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
    Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
    Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”

    [Hook]
    Anything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
    She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
    When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
    Like, Yabba Dabba Doo!

    [Verse 2]
    Go a St. Ann, check a gyal down a Priory
    Walk with a ratchet, hear say she waan tie me
    Go pon the beach and turn it backway, hear her, “Mi hole a burn down!”, mi say, “Irie”
    Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
    “Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
    If your elbow take long fi come, tip a little curry ’til the meat get clear, spend your bloodclaat money!
    Hey gyal, your bleach just nah reach
    You shoulda deh a flour, but you stuck a cornmeal
    Which idiot buy bleach pill give you?
    Pill a fi Matrix! Babes, you a Neo?
    Watch a gyal, a white skin you a pray fah?
    How much you have, wha’ thousand dollar ago pay fah?
    Alright, me have the remedy fi you
    Go over the whole sale, buy a dozen sand paper
    Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
    “Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
    If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!

    [Hook]
    Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
    She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
    When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
    Yabba Dabba Doo!

    [Verse 3]
    Third verse now, gyal, you’re clean like a cheddar
    Don’t too walk out inna sunny weather
    Tell your little friend go get herself together
    Face white, body black, rasclaat! It’s a zebra?
    Bleach and salt water no go together
    Don’t take no boost, don’t take no peer pressure
    Me no sorry fi you if you nae did a listen
    Now your skin look like salt fish pon stretcher
    My girl, you might get stretch mark if you rub the gel pon your body too hard
    Watch how you paste pon your legs and your arms
    If you rub your batty hole and your pussy, wear draws

    [Hook]
    Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
    She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
    When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
    Yabba Dabba Doo!

    [Verse 1]
    Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
    Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
    Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
    “Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
    Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
    “Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
    If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
    My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
    Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
    Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
    Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
    Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
    Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
    Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
    Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”…


  • Roy Wood$ – Say Less

    [Chorus]
    Heard you got a lot to say
    Maybe you should say less
    You ain’t gotta tell no lie
    Baby you can confess
    100 fahrenheit in my room
    Maybe you should undress
    Don’t talk say less
    (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
    (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
    (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
    (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)

    [Verse]
    (I be, I be, I be)
    Falling in love with women, I don’t know what I see in ’em
    More times I be lonely so I don’t know what I be feeling
    Gotta do more, say less, how I’m living
    (B-Town, 6 side shit, know what I’m talking about)
    Don’t talk no more cause I know what you do
    Got mans to the side but you say you’re alone
    Money on sight now your eyes on gold
    Can’t take your ass shopping, tripping on Jimmy Choo’s
    Yeah, said you gonna stay over for the night, but you got me waiting
    Barely said a thing, got me in love without conversation, yeah
    I feel beside myself, I understand me
    Had to re-align myself or else I would have lost me (would’ve lost me, would’ve lost me, woah no)
    But I found myself, in my youth
    Time well spent in the booth, oh
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    Heard you got a lot to say
    Maybe you should say less
    You ain’t gotta tell no lie
    Baby you can confess
    100 fahrenheit in my room
    Maybe you should undress
    Don’t talk say less
    (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
    (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
    Less, yeah (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)
    Baby girl, I (Say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less, say less)


  • SHONTELLE – T-shirt lyrics

    Hey! Let me tell you now
    Ooh, baby

    Trying to decide, trying to decide
    If I really wanna go out tonight
    I never used to go out without ya
    Not sure I remember how to

    Gonna be late, gonna be late
    But all my girls gon’ have to wait
    ‘Cause I don’t know if I like my outfit
    I tried everything in my closet

    Nothing feels right when I’m not with you
    Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
    Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
    Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

    I’ma step out of this lingerie
    Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
    In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh
    With nothing but your t-shirt on, hey

    Gotta be strong, gotta be strong
    But I’m really hurting now that you’re gone
    I thought maybe I’d do some shopping
    But I couldn’t get past the door and

    Now I don’t know, now I don’t know
    If I’m ever really gon’ let you go
    And I couldn’t even leave my apartment
    I’m stripped down, torn up about it

    Now nothing feels right when I’m not with you
    Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
    Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
    Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

    I’ma step out of this lingerie
    Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
    In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on
    (I’m all by myself with)
    With nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh

    With nothing but your t-shirt on
    (‘Cause I missed you, ’cause I missed you)
    With nothing but your t-shirt on
    (Said I missed you baby)

    Trying to decide, trying to decide
    If I really wanna go out tonight
    I couldn’t even leave my apartment
    I’m stripped down, torn up about it

    ‘Cause nothing feels right when I’m not with you
    Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
    Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
    Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

    I’ma step out of this lingerie
    Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
    In bed I lay

    Nothing feels right when I’m not with you
    Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo’s
    Taking them off ’cause I feel a fool
    Trying to dress up when I’m missing you

    I’ma step out of this lingerie
    Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
    In bed I lay

    With nothing but your t-shirt on
    Said I got nothing but your t-shirt on
    (‘Cause I want to be close to you)
    With nothing but your t-shirt on
    (I remember when you would like to see me)
    With nothing but your t-shirt on

    Nothing but your t-shirt on
    (Let me tell you now)
    Nothing but your t-shirt on
    With nothing but your t-shirt on
    Nothing but your t-shirt on
    (Said nothing feels right)
    With nothing but your t-shirt on
    (Nothing but your t-shirt on)


  • Blackbear – Make daddy proud Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    What is it with you
    You never sleep alone girl
    You won’t listen to me
    Won’t listen to your home girls
    You don’t need a man
    You say that shit but I see right through, right through

    What is it with you
    Constantly fighting me and lying to me
    Tryin’ me
    One of these days I’ll be done
    What is it with you
    You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
    Change your hair

    [Hook]
    Started spending all of his money
    Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
    All of his money
    Justify your independence girl
    Tell me how do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night
    How do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night

    [Chorus]
    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go head girl make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money
    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go shawty make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money

    [Verse 2]
    Tell me what is it with you
    Everything disposable
    You don’t listen to
    Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
    You never come and see me no more
    You never hit me back
    Scared to make your daddy mad
    That’s for sure
    You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s

    [Hook]
    Started spending all his money
    Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
    All of his money
    Justify your independence girl
    Tell me how do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night
    How do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night

    [Chorus (x2)]
    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go head girl make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money
    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go shawty make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money

    [Verse 3]
    What is it with you
    You never sleep alone girl
    You won’t listen to me
    Won’t listen to your home girls
    You don’t need a man
    You say that shit but I see right through, right through

    What is it with you
    Constantly fighting me and lying to me
    Tryin’ me
    One of these days I’ll be done
    What is it with you
    You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
    Change your hair
    Started spending all of his money


  • Make daddy proud – Blackbear lyrics

    Lyrics Blackbear – Make daddy proud

    What is it with you
    You never sleep alone girl
    You won’t listen to me
    Won’t listen to your home girls
    You don’t need a man
    You say that shit but I see right through, right through.(make daddy proud)

    What is it with you
    Constantly fighting me and lying to me
    Tryin’ me
    One of these days I’ll be done
    What is it with you
    You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
    Change your hair.

    Started spending all of his money
    Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
    All of his money
    Justify your independence girl
    Tell me how do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night
    How do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night.

    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go head girl make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money
    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go shawty make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money.

    Tell me what is it with you
    Everything disposable
    You don’t listen to
    Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
    You never come and see me no more
    You never hit me back
    Scared to make your daddy mad
    That’s for sure
    You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s.

    Started spending all his money
    Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
    All of his money
    Justify your independence girl
    Tell me how do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night
    How do you cope with it
    How do you sleep with yourself at night.

    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go head girl make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money
    Proud of you
    Proud of you
    Go shawty make daddy proud of you
    Spending his money. (x2)

    What is it with you
    You never sleep alone girl
    You won’t listen to me
    Won’t listen to your home girls
    You don’t need a man
    You say that shit but I see right through, right through.

    What is it with you
    Constantly fighting me and lying to me
    Tryin’ me
    One of these days I’ll be done
    What is it with you
    You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
    Change your hair
    Started spending all of his moneyyy.
    Blackbear
    Video proud


  • Taylor Girlz – Steal Her Man (feat. Trinity Taylor)

    My hair like to swing
    [Hook 3x]
    Ya! Aye! Pop it Pop it Pop it Pop it
    Ya! Aye! Left foot, Right foot
    Ya! Aye! Don’t fall! Sleep!
    Ya! Aye! Steal her man! Steal her man!

    [Verse 1]
    Backpack girl wanna fight?
    That’s a clapback
    Boy, last night was a flashback
    Look at my back
    Hit or take winner
    Show that
    Walk through the hood
    Gimmie that
    [?]
    Ya!
    On my Jimmy Choo’s
    I can’t mess wit you
    You a thot, you a nusty you
    Shoulda flexed on you
    I got chemicals, on my visuals
    Your so lyrical
    Never catch me hanging with some typical
    Hey! Ya!
    I can steal her man, I can steal her man
    She ain’t think I can, she ain’t think I can
    I can steal her man, I can steal her man
    She ain’t think I can, can
    Think I can

    [Hook 2x]


  • 24hrs – Jungle Gym (12 Am Mixtape) letras

    [Chorus]
    I need you
    I need you around me
    I need you
    I need you round me
    Your love like drugs
    Your love like drugs
    I need you
    I need you

    [Verse 1]
    RIP to Bankroll
    Just took a trip to the 6
    Came back with a few bankrolls
    Murda and we all pourin’ up
    Pour up, pour up, ahh
    I be smokin’ weed on my own
    I be fuckin’ hoes on my own
    I be drivin’ foreign on my own
    I be flyin’ private on my own
    On my own, on my own
    I’ve been gettin’ money on my own
    I’ve been fuckin’ bitches on my own, on my own
    I’ve been blowin’ up on my own, on my own
    I’ve been drivin’ foreign on my own, on my own
    She just wanna fuck me alone

    [Chorus]
    I need you
    I need you around me
    I need you
    I need you round me
    Your love like drugs
    Your love like drugs
    I need you
    I need you

    [Verse 2]
    I need your love
    I need your love
    Girl you like a drug
    Girl you like a drug
    Man the money is a drug
    Man the sex is a drug
    I be gone off the drugs
    She wanna fuck me on the drugs
    I can hit it quicker
    Jimmy Choo sneakers
    I don’t wanna picture
    We can make a movie
    I can feel your heart beat

    [Chorus]
    I need you
    I need you around me
    I need you
    I need you round me
    Your love like drugs
    Your love like drugs
    I need you
    I need you