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  • FIRSE MACHAYENGE REMIX Lyrics and Video Song – Emiway Bantai, Macklemore

    Alright we drinkin a lassi
    Movin our body
    I’m masala with a sauce
    And I never take an off day

    Chai stand post up no latte
    Bidi smoke cloud puff puff
    Varanasi selector
    Play one of those hits

    India you ain’t never seen colors like this
    Turquoise and the orange
    And the yellow & the pinks
    Fell in love as a sunset

    Into the abyss grab your waistline
    Kiss your neck to the bass line
    Hold us slow it down dave brubeck
    Take 5 let me do my 2 step

    Crossover a.I peel off in the whip
    Through a gray sky skkrt skkrt windows up
    Watch the world disappear
    As we kick up dust

    Let the magic of the night go
    And do what it does
    Never get in a way of somebody
    Falling in love.. I’m gone

    Fir se machayenge remix bajade public kar ri shor
    Meko dekh main machara mere saath mein macklemore
    Daru chod ghumenge firenge piyenge hum lassi
    Hater log pareshan hai soche kaise hai tu fassi.. Merese

    Dil dekh ke pada tha na farak mujhe chehre se
    Kisi ki parwah nahin hai muje matlab tere se
    Sirf teko milne ke liye nikalta hun mein ghar se
    Khulam khula pyaar karenge nahin karenge dar ke

    Tere gharwale bhadke toh mana lunga
    Jyada din nahin baby teko meri wali banalunga
    Chalenge hum trip pe tab khana wana bana dunga
    Guitar bajane aata hai pyaara gaana suna dunga

    Doosre ke pyaar mein girne se tujhe bacha raha hoon
    Sab mujhe bhaav de rahi phir bhi sab ko wata raha hoon
    Tere baare mein sabko achi baatein bata raha hoon
    Tere liye mummy daddy ko main ghar pe mana raha hoon
    Sahi mein..

    Wazan thodi meri ghata raha hoon
    Tujhe lean body pasand hai
    Main healthy khaane chaba raha hoon
    Sun ne main aaya hai tu london mein rehti hai
    Abhi ke abhi jaake pehli ticket kata raha hoon

    Machayenge gaana baj ra global
    Bantai ki public full fire yaha koi nahin sober
    Sabko ijzat milna chahiye koyi ni yaahan pe naukar
    Hasna sikh le varna zindagi bita le ro kar
    Marzi teri..

    Achi soch rakhta kaam kar bana apna mauka
    Seekh un logo se jisne diya tujhe dhoka
    Kisne roka tera nauka tu chalega tere daam par
    Duniya dekhegi tujhe tu jaake pehle kaam kar

    Salam kar bade ko koi kalam bano
    Gardi mein safar kiya toh jaake tum udaan bharo
    Birthday pe party nahin birthday pe daan karo
    Jo bhi ud rele hawa mein kya tum abhi chaand par ho

    Tu koshish kar shuruat mein thoda sa suffer hai
    Kaam karte saath mein haan rakhna thoda sabar hai
    Paisa double hai jab bhi tera waqt aayega
    Kisi ki garj na rakhna mehnat karke laayega

    India mein bajta tha gaana duniya bajayega
    Paisa kamana aasan hai pyaar kaise laayega
    Swimming pool chhod apan samandar mein nahayega
    Fir se machane bole haan firse machayega..


  • Juice WRLD – Purple Moncler Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Verse 1]:
    Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
    Money long, blowing here, I dont care
    Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
    She walked over to my chair

    Then she start to dirty dance
    Her hands down my pants
    If it sound like my name dirty dan
    Just call me dirty dan
    She ’gon twerk for these bands
    She ‘gon hit a handstand
    Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

    [Chorus]:
    Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
    Barak Obama state of mind
    N**ga yes we can
    Especially when these haters say
    “No i can’t”
    [?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
    She ’gon f*ck all night long
    Ready set go
    Blow up in that bitch face
    I confetti that hoe
    150 for a show
    Count the fetty then im gone
    150 big gang [?] coming strong

    She said she wanna love me
    I told her to leave my heart alone
    I hate it when I start to care
    About these evil ass hoes
    I know that they dont love me
    They just want my fucking cash flow
    These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
    But who am I to judge?
    I used to rob and juug
    And hit them shots
    I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
    Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
    If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

    Oh, ain’t that the truth
    Im preaching, having church, oh
    Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
    Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
    I had to expose them guess how much —

    [Chorus]
    Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
    Barak Obama state of mind
    N**ga yes we can
    Especially when these haters say
    “No i can’t”
    [?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
    She ‘gon f*ck all night long
    Ready set go
    Blow up in that bitch face
    I confetti that hoe
    150 for a show
    Count the fetty then im gone
    150 big gang [?] coming strong

    She said she wanna love me
    I told her to leave my heart alone
    I hate it when I start to care
    About these evil ass hoes
    I know that they dont love me
    They just want my fucking cash flow
    These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
    But who am I to judge?
    I used to rob and juug
    And hit them shots
    I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
    Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
    If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

    Oh, ain’t that the truth
    Im preaching, having church, oh
    Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
    Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
    I had to expose them guess how much —

    [Verse 1]:
    Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
    Money long, blowing here, I dont care
    Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
    She walked over to my chair

    Then she start to dirty dance
    Her hands down my pants
    If it sound like my name dirty dan
    Just call me dirty dan
    She ’gon twerk for these bands
    She ’gon hit a handstand
    Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

    [Verse 2]

    Uh, aye, count that cash
    Uh, Im too ahead they can’t catch up
    Team too ahead, they can’t catch up
    Fifty shots, to his head, he need back up
    For real
    I dont like toting guns
    But i may have to shoot to kill
    N*ggas hate that im winning
    Now they dont wanna see me live
    They too lazy to get it
    Its a lot of shit to give up
    Just stay focused on your mission
    And dont ever ever give up
    Codeine on ice really fucking up my liver
    Finally scared to be overdosing
    I know that shit give me shivers
    But dont worry, tell em god got me
    Just an uplifter
    Deep inside sometimes I wonder if God can even hear
    But imma keep praying
    Imma keep hope up
    Imma keep face (what else)
    [?] Pistol tote tucked
    Shoot em in the face
    If he get in the way of the cake
    {?]


  • Beyoncé – Countdown (Homecoming Live) Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Rah, rah, rah
    Sing it, y’all

    [Chorus]
    Oh, killing me softly and I’m still falling
    Still the one I need, I will always be with you
    Oh, you got me all gone, don’t ever let me go
    Say it real loud if you fly
    Sing it, y’all

    [Hook]
    My baby is a ten
    We dressing to the nine
    He pick me up, we eight
    Make me feel so lucky, seven
    He kiss me in his six
    We be making love in five (I see you)
    Still the one I do this four
    I’m trying to make us three
    From that two
    He still the one

    [Verse 1]
    There’s ups and downs in this love
    Got a lot to learn in this love
    Through the good and the bad, still got love
    Dedicated to the one I love, hey
    Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
    Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
    Still all up on each other, ain’t a damn thing change
    My girls can’t tell me nothing, I’m gone in the brain

    [Refrain]
    Me and my boo in my boo’s coupe riding
    All up in that black with his chick right beside him
    Ladies, if you love your man, show him you the flyest
    Grind up on it, girl, girl, girl (Show him how you ride it)
    Me and my boo in the coupe lip locking
    All up in the back ’cause the chicks keep flocking
    All that gossip in 10 years, stop it
    London, speed it up, Houston, rock it


  • NAV – Tap Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: Nav, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    (I’m in London, got my beat from London)
    Yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go
    Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
    Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
    Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
    They tried to extort me, I ain’t pay though
    Only thing I gave ’em was a halo
    A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
    Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
    I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
    All these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real
    I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real
    I got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
    Yo, who’s mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
    All up in my section Instagramming shit
    I be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera shit
    ‘Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ shit

    [Chorus: NAV]
    Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
    Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
    They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
    Aimin’ at your fitted, push it back, back, back
    Work, work, work, work, work
    One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
    Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
    Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

    [Verse 2: NAV]
    They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
    Take them shackles off his feet, he ain’t a slave (Slave)
    Growing up in the hood, you’ll learn how to behave (‘Have)
    How we gon’ learn to stack if we ain’t got nothing to say? (Say)
    Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
    Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
    Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
    And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
    Gettin’ these bags, we model, I tell the opps it’s up (It’s up)
    Got wedding bands but I still don’t got a bitch to cuff
    In every city I go, they already know what’s up (What’s up)
    I got resources, I could get straight to the plug

    [Chorus: NAV]
    Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
    Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
    They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
    Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
    Work, work, work, work, work
    One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
    Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
    Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)


  • Dave – Drama Lyrics

    [Intro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
    Like man was saying, bruv
    Many nights man prayed, bruv
    Somewhere someone’s gonna help me through this, man
    Someone is gonna help bring me out of this shit, y’know?
    Time, it took a while for man to recognise, boy, who you were gonna send
    And you know what? Mans, I’m very proud
    I’m very happy to see it’s one of my own init, y’know?
    And boy, I know none of this is easy, y’know?
    I’m just proud to be, to be witnessing what’s going on, man, y’know?

    [Verse: Dave]
    Look
    I don’t know where to start
    But I just done my first psychodrama
    And I hope the world hears my craft
    I’m excited man, I pray you get to hear my craft
    From our childhood, our mother didn’t hear me laugh
    I’m presenting you the future, I don’t fear my past
    I ain’t got a tattoo anywhere near my arms
    But best believe on my sleeves is where I wear my heart
    Do you know how easy it is to be a sinner?
    How many losses you need before you can be a winner?
    Reason with a criminal that needs to eat a dinner
    Is it survival of the fittest or is he a killer?
    Losing dad was big, losing you was even bigger
    Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
    We’re forgetting that we had a brother that was even bigger
    We were figures just tryna figure out who could be a figure
    My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growing up
    I remember tryna to build a bridge, I wasn’t old enough
    I pray I hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
    Years went by I know it’s fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
    I know it’s tough, I got the coldest blood
    I remember when you got sentenced and I was throwing up
    It’s like they took a piece of my freedom when I had opened up
    I just lost the only fucking person that I idolised
    For my entire life I copied you down to the finest line
    Bro, I got a flame in my mind I’m trying to firefight
    The pill I had to swallow wasn’t bitter, it was cyanide
    I learn over time, separation issues I describe
    Are probably the reasons that I struggle feeling anything
    I ain’t got a vision of a marriage or a wedding ring
    It’s world domination in music or it ain’t anything
    I’m obsessed, focused on the objective
    Tell a don yes, disagree, I object
    Used to treat my women like an object
    Girls want a monster come and see I’m the Loch Ness
    Settle for a lot less
    I just hope you’re proud of me brother, it’s been a long stretch
    You’re my hero and prior to this, I was living on the edge like a house on a cliff
    But now I’m living in the present like my house was a gift
    I’m going psycho, this scene’s mine bro
    Rappers wanna diss me, it’s only online though
    They put the mic and soft in the micro
    Soft? Not I, bro
    Swimming’s the only time I can lie though
    And lemme be genuine
    Anybody rich my age is American, kicking ball or inherited
    It only makes sense I’m independent knowing everything it happened how I’m telling it
    You niggas aren’t getting it
    I’m coming from the struggle I survived and I’m still here
    Used to bump trains that’s two ways, I don’t feel fear
    I don’t know trust, I know a tight bond will tear
    Like a good wig, I can’t tell you if it’s real here
    I’m from south London, brother, people getting killed here
    You can make a mill’ but you can lose it if you’re still here
    I lost over 30 grand to family, I’m still here
    The word don’t appeal to me, you steal from me I’m still here
    Bro, I wasn’t made for this
    I don’t get a break, but I’m aware of what breaking is
    I wish you could take a hint as well as you can take the piss
    I don’t even speak to our brother, man, I just pray for him
    It’s never too late for him
    Life is at it’s craziness, walls started caving in
    All the things I’ve seen would turn a theist, atheist
    I didn’t get 99 marks in English, I was faking it
    I got 98 ‘cause I don’t know what a vacation is
    If you saw God what would you say to him?
    If given the chance would you have taken it?
    If you could rewind time what would you change in it?
    Do you believe in what an angel is?
    Furthermore, do you believe in what the devil is?
    Do you believe that I can illustrate what Streatham is, then break the fourth​ wall and base Lesley on my relatives?
    I’m grateful for my life because I aimed for this
    Every bad moment every single fucking day of this
    People looking at me, that’s what fame can bring
    But to understand the stairs, you take steps then retrace the shit
    I tell my circle, the future’s ours, we’re shaping it
    The past is just the reason I had came to this
    I thank God for the pain because it made me this

    [Outro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
    I don’t know if you remember those days, bruv
    In them days, there was one night in particular, bruv
    Came home and for some reason man put on a beat
    We were just in the front room, freestyling, bar for bar
    I don’t even know how old you was these times, bruv
    Probably about, hmm, ten? Ten, nine?
    Yeah, man, if I think about it now, think about the transition
    Them days there, you had no bars
    But to see the stuff you’re doing today, proper man, you what I mean?
    Thinking man’s definitely blessed to see how the whole thing’s come together
    From time, I think it was ‘JKYL+HYD’ man, you played man that one there
    Man was thinking, “Yo, this one here is a banger”, bruv
    I remember when I heard that one live on the airwaves for the first time bruv, we was pumping it
    Man come to my door was like, “Rah man, that’s a bit loud you know?”
    I’m like, “Fam, that’s my brudda”
    He was like, “Yeah?”
    And you know, on your birthday, man sent you a little card
    And it begins
    ‘Jesse made seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him, “The Lord has not chosen these.”
    So he asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?”
    “There is still the youngest,” Jesse answered, “but he’s tending the sheep.”
    Samuel said, “Send for him, we will not sit down to eat until he arrives.”
    So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features
    And then the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him, he’s the one.”‘
    Bro, you know what that means?
    Say no more man


  • Young Thug – 420 Lyrics

    Woah woah woah, yeah
    Woah woah woah
    Woah woah woah
    Woah woah woah
    We got London on da Track

    [Verse 1:]
    Imma charge her like a dodger
    Bae im way smarter than marter
    Brand new Cadillac with the spoiler
    Ain’t playing games like im at the quarters
    They say, they say im mean like my father
    Imma fuck a nigga bitch and catch your daughter
    A lot of rings on my finger like a lodder
    Alot of bling living like the ?
    I know the answer like a very important color
    I leave the pussy nigga death no charger
    And im smoking kushy kushy like jorder flooded than we take a order
    Got a whole lotta rich nigga man no voice, no voice yeah
    Serve a lot of muhfuckers to the front and back door trust
    Go to waist nigga kushy smell in the market
    Momma had a hundred bands when i mail her
    Ever since the first day she never been taller
    They just tryna book us all ever since the day im cooking dawgs
    She just wanna nut inside her trouser
    She just wanna sucky sucky my girls and my boys
    She just wanna sucky sucky till i say oh lord
    She gon suck it call my money longer than a cord
    Momma pussy soaking wet i feel like im abort

    [Interlude:]
    Lil bitch tryna record
    Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
    Hold up, hold up

    [Verse 2:]
    Take two
    I come with a few just in case you looking like you do
    Imma pull up to the set with my nigga jayroo
    Pussy nigga now im big and in it with my piru
    Lame bitches know im not gone fuck her they the sue
    Imma catch a ? with them wiping like a troup
    Hop inside a foreign car tearing up the roof
    Imma slide ride pass em cause they do not sell like you
    420 getting geeked out my mind, hey
    420 imma pop em my spine, hey
    420, 420, 420 nigga, 420, 420
    20
    Alka setzer plus when i was standing on the block i serve the J
    Nigga coming back to my whoadie and my nigga but i come and then i lay
    Going to the school nigga blood nigga know im bitches late
    So geeked out my mind for a wet T-C
    Got a pocket full
    Nose in my ring like a fucking bull


  • Whitney Houston – Love Is A Contact Sport Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Contact Contact
    Huh huh huh huh hoo huh yeah

    [Verse 1]
    You’ve been avoiding me
    Like a cat trying to dodge a dog
    I never see ya shine
    You’re as cold as the London fog
    You claim you want my love
    Well I wouldn’t know by the way you behave
    If you want to feel the thrill of my touch
    You better come out of your cave

    [Pre-Chorus 1]
    It’s so perplexing
    Why you fight it won’t you try it
    Love’s electric
    Turn me on and see

    [Chorus]
    Love is a contact sport
    You gotta move in time
    If you want to do it right
    Here I am
    Love is a contact sport
    You gotta act untamed
    If you want to play the game
    So grab my hand, SLAM!

    [Verse 2]
    I hate to sound aggressive
    But I’m tired of waiting for your move
    Cut the formalities
    Cause you’ve got a few things to prove
    If you really want my love
    I need to feel it down deep from within
    Don’t make me wait too long
    I’m ready now come and stroke my skin

    [Pre-Chorus 2]
    Well all this talking
    Worthless chatter just don’t matter
    Time for stalkin’
    Come get next to me

    [Chorus]
    Love is a contact sport
    You gotta move in time
    If you want to do it right
    Here I am
    Love is a contact sport
    You gotta act untamed
    If you want to play the game
    So grab my hand, SLAM!

    [Interlude]
    Hey boy
    Why dontcha come on over
    So we can make that contact
    Contact you dare

    [Bridge]
    It’s so perplexing
    Why you fight it won’t you try it
    Love’s electric
    Turn me on you’ll see
    Contact!

    [Chorus]
    Love is a contact sport
    You gotta move in time
    If you want to do it right
    Here I am
    Love is a contact sport
    You gotta act untamed
    If you want to play the game
    So grab my hand, SLAM!


  • Comethazine – GUSHER GUTS Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
    Is that Shoki on the beat?
    I just left London, I just left London
    Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

    [Chorus]
    I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
    Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
    .38 to the gut made ’em vomit
    Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
    Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
    He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
    Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
    Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
    I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
    Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
    .38 to the gut made ’em vomit
    Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
    Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
    He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
    Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
    Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

    [Verse]
    The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
    Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
    I got like forty-five left in this Glock
    This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
    I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
    And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
    Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
    And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin’ a lot
    Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
    And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
    Watch me turn up on these niggas
    Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
    When I run down on a nigga
    I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
    Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
    You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop

    [Chorus]
    I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
    Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
    .38 to the gut made ’em vomit
    Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
    Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
    He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
    Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
    Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
    I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
    Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
    .38 to the gut made ’em vomit
    Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
    Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
    He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
    Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
    Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt


  • Waka Flocka Flame – Frosted Leaf Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Whoo Kid
    DatPiff.com world premiere

    [Chorus: Watch The Duck]
    I’ma throw some good vibes out there
    So won’t nobody be trippin’
    Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
    ‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
    Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
    Don’t you wanna go there?
    So won’t nobody be trippin’

    [Verse: Tony Yayo]
    Hawaiian snow under the microscope
    Greenhouse, Red Light, about to eat smoke
    No laws, I feel so free there
    Zero violence, weed all in the air
    I’m ’bout to hit Bob Marley’s shop
    Roll a big spliff with some Guinness style
    No cameras in the Red Light
    And them girls get tested by the government, and every night
    Eat a weed brownie and catch a sex show
    Guy in a gorilla suit fuck a nympho
    Roll up, I feel so free here
    Bongs made of ice, smoke the best weed here
    But it’s time to leave here
    Next stop London, bruv got a nigga in
    And I left 50 bags in the ‘telly
    To call my office up, just to fuckin’ tell me

    [Interlude: Tony Yayo]
    You know, they thought I was booked for two more days in Amsterdam in the Grand Hotel
    I left 50 bags of weed there, you know, but…
    They called me up to tell me I left my weed
    I was in London, I can’t bring that shit on the plane, you know?
    Whoo Kid

    [Chorus: Watch The Duck]
    Wanna go somewhere
    Where all my niggas is just livin’
    Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
    ‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
    Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
    (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
    Don’t you wanna go there?
    (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
    Don’t you wanna go there?
    (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
    Don’t you wanna go there?
    (Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
    So won’t nobody be trippin’

    [Outro: Watch The Duck & Waka Flocka Flame]
    Ooh, ooh, ooh
    Brick Squad!
    Ooh, ooh, ooh
    Whoo Kid
    Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
    Ooh, ooh, ooh
    Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
    Fatality


  • Lil Uzi Vert – OuttaSpace Lyrics

    [Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
    I was on a Molly
    Bitches out in Boston (woah)
    Fuck this bitch in Follies
    Her pussy was awesome
    Rockstar like Jeff Hardy
    Do tricks like Matt Hoffman
    She just wanna party
    She do that shit often
    She gon’ suck my dick until she start gagging and coughing
    Am I scared? No hardly
    I deserve a heart lift
    My new crib is so big
    This shit got an office
    I was off a 30
    This shit made me nauseous
    My new car on derby’s
    Automatic parkin’
    Ballin’ in my jersey
    In the streets I’m chartin’

    [Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
    12 check me then they took my gun
    Me no trippin’ ’cause I got a whole ‘nother gun
    If she leave me yeah I got a whole ‘nother one
    I put that on my son but I ain’t even got a son

    Red, green, beam green, bitch I never miss
    She suck the life up out my dick like its a peppermint
    I get the cheese like I work for the government
    I’m an alien lookin’ for your mothership

    [Verse: Lil Uzi Vert:]
    Fuck 20 up London
    I’m a [?][?][?]
    Me and Murda, we up to somethin’
    I was on that Hemi and almost caught me a finnesse
    Used to hustle hard now you’re claimin’ you’re my cousin
    I fuck your bitch now she thinkin’ I’m her husband
    I’m in some Balmain these jeans they cost a thousand
    And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
    And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
    I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
    I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
    I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’


  • Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Pump]
    Oh
    Lil pump, yeah
    What’s up?
    How’d it go last week?
    Eh, eh, uhm
    How’s your man now?
    Yeah, Huh (Huh)
    Danny I See You

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Oh, oh
    Multi-millionaire, aire
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
    Multi-millionaire (yeah)
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
    Multi-millionaire-aire
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    Multi-millionaire (yeah)
    Multi-millionaire (damn)
    If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

    [Verse 1: Lil Pump]
    Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
    Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
    Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
    And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
    If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
    Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
    My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
    She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
    Owh

    [Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
    Oh, oh
    Multi-millionaire, aire
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
    Multi-millionaire (yeah)
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
    Multi-millionaire-aire
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    Multi-millionaire (yeah)
    Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
    If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

    [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Oh, multi-millionaire
    Oh, multi-millionaire
    Oh, and my headlights on a deer
    I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
    Had to go cop two pair, oh
    Gucci coat over my glare, oh
    Know who I fear, oh
    I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
    These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
    I’m gettin’ the money
    I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
    I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
    You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
    It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
    I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
    I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
    Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
    Let’s go

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Multi-millionaire, aire
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
    Multi-millionaire (yeah)
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
    Multi-millionaire-aire
    Multi-millionaire (oh)
    Multi-millionaire (yeah)
    Multi-millionaire (damn)
    If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

    Multi-millionaire
    Multi-millionaire
    Multi-millionaire
    Multi-millionaire
    If you rich, put your bust down in the air
    I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’


  • Young Thug – Climax Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
    You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
    It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Through the nose of a barrel
    You don’t want to go
    (tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
    But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    You said no interest, said you found a better climax
    You said he’s swagged out, you leave
    It’s like a shot to the back
    Through the nose of a barrel
    You don’t want to go
    But leave, like it’s nothing (we got London On Da Track)

    [Verse 1: 6LACK]
    I just be watching my words (words)
    You say whatever the fuck (fuck)
    I think I take what I get (get)
    And say whatever they love (love)
    This might hurt for days
    Now I can’t find my way (ay)
    Sike, know I’m just playin’
    Onto the next like I’m okay
    Aye, this a pimpin’ can’t you tell? (tell)
    She like, “No I can’t what the hell?”(hell)
    Well then pull up baby, in a spell
    Came out new hair, new nails
    She take my heart then drive back
    One, two, three, four, five, damn (yeah)
    Deletin’ pictures on the gram
    You forgot who I am
    From the frontseats to the nosebleeds
    That’s for actin’ like you don’t know me
    Damn, my new bitch, she a trophy
    And she love me for the old me
    Yeah, the cold me, yeah, the old me (old me, yeah)
    She the homie, cop her a rollie (rollie, yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
    You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
    It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Through the nose of a barrel
    You don’t want to go
    (tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
    But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Hu-uh, hu-uh, she r-i-i-ide
    She wanna ride, ooh-oh-oh
    My shawty better than that
    Can’t complain about nothin’ (can’t complain about nothin’!)
    How the fuck am I ever gon’ go turn myself in?
    Got it stacked up on the Seroquel
    Bitch it’s pimpin’ can’t you tell? (yeah)
    This is pimpin’, can’t you tell? (yeah)
    This shit look fishy, I don’t wanna see
    Emergency, I’m tryna go to sleep
    Money cut down a load of trees
    Sauvage Dior, this ain’t no Creed
    My dog got a deal, he back on the street
    This bitch is so real, she as bad as can be
    I had bitches around they was backstabbing me
    I went straight to the racks like a hemi in me
    Good energy, I invest in my queen
    I can ride on this hoe like a new 12 speed
    My bitch, bad, tragedy
    Bitch, bad, tragedy

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
    You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
    It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Through the nose of a barrel
    You don’t want to go
    (tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
    But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)
    You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
    You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
    It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
    Through the nose of a barrel
    You don’t want to go
    (tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
    But leave, like it’s nothing

    [Outro: Kodak Black]
    I’m in London got my beat from London


  • Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
    Yeah, I’m on the run
    Here I come, I’m with your mom
    We got London On Da Track

    [Chorus]
    If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
    I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
    I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
    I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
    I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
    Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
    When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
    Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
    Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
    Fuck around and drop a few bags today
    I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
    My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Niggas might kill for biscuits
    Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
    Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
    Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
    Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
    Nigga tryna pour my red
    All a nigga know is take meds
    Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

    [Verse 1]
    Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
    I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
    I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
    I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
    I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
    In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
    Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
    I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
    Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
    For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
    Polish your ass, polish your stomach
    And polish your face (polish your face)
    Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
    Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
    Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
    Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
    I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
    I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

    [Chorus]
    If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
    I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
    I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
    I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
    I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
    Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
    When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
    Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
    Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
    Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
    I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
    My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Niggas might kill for biscuits
    Trappin’ out the intercontinental
    Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
    Bitch gon’ act like she triller
    Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
    Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
    All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
    Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

    [Verse 2]
    I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
    I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
    She say she want it in her butt
    I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
    I’m a kingpin, yeah
    Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
    On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
    You said that you riding (you said)
    You said you in (yeah)
    You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
    This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
    It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
    I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
    When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
    I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
    He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
    I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
    Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
    Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
    Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
    Hop off the jet we was nine deep
    It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
    I like the way you been rhyming
    One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
    I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
    Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
    The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
    Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
    Yeah, she nut by the round
    They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
    Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
    We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
    This codeine on chill (Act!)
    She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
    Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
    I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
    I came with the deals (woah)
    I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
    Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
    I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
    Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
    ‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

    [Chorus]
    If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
    I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
    I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
    I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
    I just might hop inside a cab today
    Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
    When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
    Burberry guts what the captain say
    Chanel, she can get a little today
    Fuck around and drop a few bags today
    I just might do the whole dash today
    My new Balenciaga rags today

    [Outro: Kodak Black]
    I’m in London, got my beat from London


  • Noname – With You Lyrics

    [Verse]
    This is my happy ever suicide
    My hands tied behind my breast
    My silhouette did pirouettes
    The curtains are closing
    My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting
    My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket
    Who could be my lovely, my lovely?
    Who could be my only one, my only?
    I’m almost just as empty as you think I am, a penny for your thoughts
    A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross
    A may-black music, I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas
    All my everythings for sale
    All my second hand discoveries, Dungarees faded pale
    All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail
    All the fluctuations on scales
    And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well
    Well, we don’t drink that
    If it ain’t the top shelf, nigga you can keep that
    Share my life on Telefone, I’m 25 at 306, and 809 became my home
    Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back
    Somebody hold me like I’m almost enough
    Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was
    Little love from me, we can build this home alone
    Alone
    Forever with you, forever with you
    I’m a home away from home and promise you’ll keep this secret
    And promise you won’t forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches
    He who leeches on love is a lame, chains and left her for London
    Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn’t


  • Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Aye
    We got London on da Track
    You should loosen up a little bit
    Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
    I just thought
    You should know
    Thought that you should know
    It’s a whole new world
    You can be my girl
    You should know
    Foreign, we could go
    Got a lil’ molly and coke
    Use your nose
    Gotta use your nose
    Use your nose
    Got a lil’ molly and coke
    But you gotta use your nose
    Fee-fi-fo
    G.I. Joe
    We can go high as skies go
    Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
    Ay, ay, oh
    Yikes, I know, aye

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    My bag and me, a bunch on
    No more public homes, mama
    We on, on
    Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I been racin’ from the start
    Only [?] park the car, yeah

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Me and you should roll
    We should go
    I ain’t washin’ my clothes
    I’d buy these new clothes
    I’d rather buy new clothes
    Saint Laurent on my toes
    Fifty racks in the store
    Fifty more in my coat
    Big bank Slime, ho
    Spent one or two dimes on her
    I spend time with the owners
    Big bank, Slime owner
    We a different breed
    We just tryna succeed
    Got some diamonds on my teeth
    Tell me who do it like me?
    I’m ’bout to tease it
    First, I gotta eat it
    I got my reasons
    I got some reasons
    Everyone ’round me bleedin’
    Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
    I was this close to servin’ them keys
    Now twenty hoes on they knees

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    My bag and me, a bunch on
    No more public homes, mama
    We on, on
    Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I been racin’ from the start
    Only [?] park the car

    [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
    Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
    Come down the block in a tank top
    And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
    Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
    I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
    I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
    I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
    I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
    You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
    I just hopped out the jet, yeah
    Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
    Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
    I’ma get up and go get what I need
    Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
    Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
    Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
    [?], you ain’t tryin’ me
    Walked in with a slime with me
    Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    Yeah, bails like south, yeah
    Dick in her mouth, yeah
    ‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
    Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
    ‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
    Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
    Bankhead bounce, yeah
    None of my diamonds got clout
    I got a car in the house like couch
    I got a key to your main bitch house
    I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
    Philippe’s on me today
    I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
    I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
    ‘Bout to say something right now
    I got a pill in my stomach right now
    I got a lotta new money right now
    Blue face, hunnid by the low
    Inside out, white nose
    Hol’ up, baby girl, move
    Everybody cut my bros
    Put my dick in her nose
    They might pass that hoe to my bros
    I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
    Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
    I know she about the green hoe, yeah
    Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
    Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
    Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
    I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
    Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
    All my diamonds bought without the clout
    I put it up as if it was a drought
    New York niggas call me without a doubt
    I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
    Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
    Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
    Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
    Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
    I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
    Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
    All these rap niggas daddy
    I should buy some Vans
    Money long as a caddy, yeah
    All these rap niggas daddy
    I should invest in vans
    I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    My bag and me, a bunch on
    No more public homes, mama
    We on, on
    Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I’m on, on
    I been racin’ from the start
    Only [?] park the car


  • RAYE – Ambition lyrics

    (feat. Stormzy)

    [Verse 1: Raye]
    In August, I’m staring at rain clouds
    A descendant of London
    I watch as people are falling like rain
    Encouraged to seek other options
    I don’t need other options
    You either eat it or you spit it out
    You’re either silent or you run your mouth
    You breathe in or you breathe out
    I’m so cold but the sun’s up
    Like it’s winter all year, oh
    So welcome you to it now
    Oh, wait, that was my sound
    Could you dig it up or sweat it out?
    Could you give it up and sit down?
    But after that, I hope you know your place
    Cause you just gave me the damn crown

    [Chorus: Raye]
    And I’m gonna wear it proud
    Watch me as I wear it now
    I’mma ride this money like a wave
    This money like a wave, this money like a wave

    [Bridge: Raye]
    Now I made it this far, but this far ain’t nothing
    If we’re talking ambition, I think you should know that I don’t wanna settle for nothing
    I wanna know that I got myself
    I wanna ride my money like a wave
    My money like a wave, my money like a wave, yeah

    [Verse 2: Raye]
    I want the future, I want the best view
    I’d like to buy all my day ones a house too
    Collie, Ben, Jodie, I got you
    I’ve got a list of everything I would do
    Make that dumb guy regret what he did do
    Then he’ll be calling up my phone like “I miss you”
    Then I’ll be like “haha, you can go now
    Cause you didn’t wanna know when I told you
    I’m gonna make something of my life”
    Believe that, yeah babe
    I’ve got God, he is on my side
    And I’m a child of ’97 so I plan to be on time
    And I’m ahead of this game
    Yes, I were meant for this life, oh

    [Chorus: Raye]
    And I’m gonna wear it proud
    Watch me as I wear it now
    I’mma ride this money like a wave
    This money like a wave, this money like a wave

    [Verse 3: Stormzy]
    You know I only phone back
    If I know that it’s the money calling
    Tell ’em bitches “do not phone back
    I am in the studio recording”
    Mummy, listen when I’m talking
    Mummy, listen, it’s important
    I wasn’t gonna tell you, but I thought I’d let you know
    That I just got us both a mortgage
    Now it’s top floor with these fancy reservations
    I don’t even like it, I’m just here for observations
    Tryna tell the difference from my people and my pagans
    Cuh’ the last time that I slipped, I had a sticky situation
    I will never slip again, you can put that on my savings
    They wait for me to fall, I keep on waiting
    This feeling is amazing, how’s it feel to hate the kid
    But deep inside, you know you rate him? Man, that shit must be frustrating

    [Chorus: Raye]
    And I’m gonna wear it proud
    Watch me as I wear it now
    I’mma ride this money like a wave
    This money like a wave, this money like a wave

    [Bridge: Raye]
    Now I made it this far, but this far ain’t nothing
    If we’re talking ambition, I think you should know that I don’t wanna settle for nothing
    I wanna know that I got myself
    I wanna ride my money like a wave
    My money like a wave, my money like a wave, yeah

    [Outro: Raye]
    Now I made it this far, but this far ain’t nothing
    If we’re talking ambition, I think you should know that I don’t wanna settle for nothing


  • A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Way Too Fly Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Stacey J – Too Much lyrics

    Intro
    Stacey j
    No 1 in African
    Eazyprince on beat
    Nahahaha
    Listen

    Verse 1
    When am in trouble you gonna
    Rescue me rescue me
    If am in pain you gonna console me
    Console me
    When I need you uhh you gonna satisfy me satisfy me
    You stand by me when people stand against me
    Cos you my baby

    Hook
    E dey sweet me for body yoh
    E dey sweet me for body oh oh
    Baby carry me go away baby carry me go away
    Dodorimado dodorimado oh oh narararara

    Chorus
    Baby you are too much oh
    You are too much oh
    Me and you go dey
    Baby you are too much oh
    You are too much onyekemo
    Baby you are too much oh
    You are too much oh
    Me and you forever ah ah ah

    Verse 2
    You are giving me everything that I need oh
    Ah ah ah
    You showed me too much love baby oh
    Your love dey killing me softly
    Your love dey killing me eh eh
    For your love I go go to American for your love
    I go go to London oh my baby yeah
    Baby yoh oh oh
    You are my irreplaceable my one and only
    No one but you, no one but you ah ah
    Your love dey sweet for my belle
    E dey totori my heart
    Oh my baby oh
    Dio dio dio dio dio dio oh
    You are too much oh

    Hook
    E dey sweet me for body oh
    E dey sweet me for body oh
    Baby carry me go away baby carry me
    Go away
    Dodorimado dodorimado oh
    Narararara

    Chorus
    Bsby you are too much oh
    You are too much oh
    Me and you go dey
    Baby you are too much oh you are too much oh
    Onyekemo oh
    Babby you are too much oh
    You are too much oh
    Me and you forever ah ah ah

    Is stacey j
    Stacey j upon the sing
    Ah ah ah ah
    Eazy prince upon the beat oh
    Ah ah ah ah


  • OBLADAET – PANDA FREESTYLE (feat. STED.D) lyrics

    [Интро: Obladaet x sted.d]
    Панда, ха
    Ра-ра-ра
    Пррра
    Окей
    Окей
    Панда
    Е—еее
    Панда
    Панда, панда, панда, панда
    Панда, панда, панда

    [Куплет 1: Obladaet]
    Делаю музыку, она не для стада
    Много работаю, но не для стажа
    Волнует прогресс, но даже на старте
    Вижу успех после смс с банка
    Total black, phantom
    Я в монохроме, будто бы панда
    Lacoste крокодил или вкинут на камо
    Тусуем как психи, похожи на панков
    Total black, phantom
    В монохроме – как панда
    Льем Bombay на пол
    Вылез джин с даблкапа
    Всё о себе, врубай за пасхалки
    В вашем кино буду в роли бастарда
    Видел их путь на банковских картах
    Я должен не спать, чтобы выспаться в Ламбо
    Делаю музыку, она не для стада
    Много работаю, но не для стажа
    Волнует прогресс, но даже на старте
    Вижу успех после смс с банка
    Total black, phantom
    Я в монохроме, будто бы панда
    Lacoste крокодил или вкинут на камо
    Тусуем как психи, похожи на панков
    Total black, phantom
    В монохроме – как панда
    Льем Bombay на пол
    Вылез джин с даблкапа
    Всё о себе, врубай за пасхалки
    В вашем кино буду в роли бастарда
    Видел их путь на банковских картах
    Я должен не спать, чтобы выспаться в Ламбо

    [Бридж: Obladaet]
    Райдим, райдим, ха
    Мы райдим, райдим
    Панда
    Пра-пра-пра
    Ха
    Панда
    Е-е
    Панда
    Е-е-е-е
    А, а
    Панда, панда, панда, панда

    [Куплет 2:Obladaet]
    Видел меня на этих сайтах?
    Я не просил, вы сделали сами
    Скатился и меня везут эти сани
    Жизнь как экзамен, живу как дизайнер
    Броуди, ты знаешь?
    В таксе AUX? что делать ты знаешь
    Группис жалеют что с нами связались
    И грязные мысли под чистым кристалом

    [Куплет 3: Obladaet]
    Total black, phantom
    В монохроме, как панда
    Льем Bombay на пол
    Вылез джин с дабл капа
    Забудь мне не нужны баттлы
    Все само ползёт ко мне в лапы
    Мы будто в тумане, тут вроде не London
    Я должен не спать, чтобы выспаться в Ламбо
    Они пишут “ты топ, Обла”
    Давай как раньше, стоп, Обла”
    Меняюсь, но я все тот Обла
    И отдай мне кэш за альбом года
    За альбом года?
    Я правда душу за альбом продал
    Оу, черт! я записал альбом с богом
    И альбом стильный, будто альбом с модой
    Collezioni
    На красных глазах мы летим на зелёный
    Вся туса на траур, ведь убились в субботу
    Что делал вчера всегда помню сегодня (Помню сегодня!)
    Основа на поле
    Ты хотел дроп? трек снова на воле
    Ты лезешь с советом – меня не заботит
    Я занят делом, но я не на работе

    [Бридж: Obladaet x sted.d]
    А
    Ха
    Панда, панда, панда
    Е-е-е
    Пау, пау, пау
    Панда
    Панда, панда, панда

    [Куплет 4: Sted. d]
    Totall black – phanthom
    В монохроме, как панда
    Кубок ядреного пойла в банду
    Вывод нала на новый bottle
    Я сыт по горло унылым адом
    Их слэнг подобен кретинам с арго
    Разлом в культуре за пару сек
    Едем на это кино – в икарусе
    Oh my gosh, правда
    Ты выиграл суку в корейский рандом
    Зачем сундук, у меня есть карта?
    Мы в booty bay с моей командой
    Е-е
    Свеж, как дъявол
    Внутри меня кто-то, он рвётся когтями
    Среди безнадежных кварталов рецепты от кашля, как рай для бродяги
    Айо
    Я снова болен – в моем бомбее густое горе
    Мы видели много людей, но не один их них не подарит покоя
    Я в этих пустышек теряюсь easy
    Смешался с толпой, их никчемной жизнью
    Я обеспокоен
    Но кап полон: в нем чай с мятой, вискарь с колой
    Totall black – phanthom
    В монохроме, как панда
    Кубок ядреного пойла got em
    Вывод нала – кислотный слалом
    Мы катим в кромешной тьме
    Я демон от музыки – всё в огне
    Ты лезешь с советом – дам ответ
    Душа – мертва, я не с ней

    [Аутро: Obladaet]
    А-а-а
    Панда, Панда


  • OBLADAET – JUMANJI lyrics

    [Куплет 1]
    Ты всем нужен, до тех пор пока не сел в лужу
    Но всем лучше, если б не было тебя, слушай
    Я свой мир рушил, в один миг свой мир рушил
    Собирал по частям и рушил
    Но это не Lego, не игрушки
    Вставляла меня, пробовал эту наркоту на себе
    И все больше рубил ветку, на которой сидел
    Меня не отпускает и это во мне и по сей день
    Жала на кнопки, играла мной, как RPG по сети
    Важно, что скажут со стороны и все ну чего они пялятся?
    Это из рук вон, а я из рук вырывал тебя, будто черная пятница
    Ты шла за мной вслед, но чаще казалось, что я просто пятился
    И этой ночью мне не спится, будто я чертов пьяница
    Я в черном, все попытки в итоге оказались никчемны
    Нервы не к чёрту
    Меня не было тут, но появился останусь с ночевкой
    Похуй, о чем ты?
    Ой ладно, все течет Темзой. Oi, London
    Пожирал взглядом, и не ставил крест на ней
    Будто бы на тишке Boy London
    Быть человеком – замком
    Строже программы “Человек и Закон”
    Ты будто попала под дождь, а я был тем самым человеком с зонтом

    [Припев]
    Джуманджи
    Мы играли в игру
    Джуманджи (х8)

    [Куплет 2]
    Aw God shit
    Мы играли в игру Джуманджи
    Я кинул кости и ждал тебя тут
    Твои слова на листах – бумажки
    Мой черный фасон – сияющая дельта
    Ты чертов масон
    Не мог проснуться, думал что это сон
    Ведь ты попалась, твое сердце в моем черном лассо
    Черный список, но не Black Paper
    Все, что есть в ранце, будто Backpacker
    Иди по кривой, хоть был вектор
    Кидай больше слов, ведь тут был ветер
    В ушах Hope Виз Калифы
    Уже кабина едет, как вниз на лифте
    Дальше идти или тут залипнуть
    Добиться своего и снова вниз с Олимпа
    Не ждать зеленый, а двинуть на красный
    Пусти на самотек, ведь нахуй стараться
    В голове бардак, было все напрасно
    И снова Twitter, WhatsApp, мой Ask-book
    Нет слов, будто нет азбук
    Снова сжигать мосты? Не, я пас тут
    Ведь их развели просто
    Одно поле, но мы по флангам разным
    Холодный рассудок, в руках пара сумок
    Никто не осудит и куда я по сути
    Холодный рассудок, в руках пара сумок
    Никто не осудит и куда я по сути
    Холодный рассудок, в руках пара сумок
    Никто не осудит и куда я по сути

    [Припев]
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
    Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи


  • Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

    [Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
    We got London on da Track
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    I need two vaults
    With the two cars
    What that coupe cost?
    Get that tool off
    What your jewels cost?
    What that coupe cost?
    I need two vaults
    I’m the new Hulk

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
    Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
    Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
    Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
    Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
    I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
    You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
    And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
    But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
    Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
    These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
    I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
    You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

    [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
    Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
    These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
    Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
    I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
    We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
    .45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
    They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
    It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
    Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
    I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
    Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
    I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

    [Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
    Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
    I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
    But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
    Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
    Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
    Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
    Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
    65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
    Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
    Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
    Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
    Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
    Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk


  • Calum Scott – Not Dark Yet

    [Verse 1]
    Shadows are falling, and I’ve been here all day
    It’s too hot to sleep, and time is running away
    Feel like my soul has, turned into steel
    I’ve still got the scars, that the sun didn’t heal
    There’s not even room enough, to be anywhere

    [Refrain]
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    [Verse 2]
    Well, my sense of humanity, has gone down the drain
    Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
    She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind
    She put down in writing, what was in her mind
    I just don’t see why I should even care

    [Refrain]
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    [Verse 3]
    Well, I’ve been to London, and I’ve been to gay Paris
    I’ve followed the river, and I got to the sea
    I’ve been down to the bottom, of a world full of lies
    I ain’t lookin for nothing, in anyone’s eyes
    Sometimes my burden, is more than I can bear

    [Refrain]
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    [Verse 4]
    I was born here, and I’ll die here, against my will
    I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
    Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
    I can’t even remember what it was, I came here to get away from
    Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer

    [Outro]
    And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
    Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
    And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there


  • Lily Allen – My One [Live] Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Baby, I fucked half the boys in Paris
    I knew you were so embarrassed
    Cause I need my one

    Darling, I woke up in Austin, Texas
    I did decline to stay for breakfast
    Ah, ah
    Cause I need my one

    [Hook]
    My one, my one
    My number one
    My one, my one
    My number one

    [Verse 2]
    Honey, I had a (?)
    I put that loser in an uber
    Cause he’s not my one
    Pumpkin, I’ve picked something up in Sydney
    And then the voice inside my kidneys
    Said I need my one

    [Hook]
    My one, my one
    My number one
    My one, my one
    My number one

    [Bridge]
    Honey, things in Gothenburg came undone
    So I’m heading back to London
    For to see my one

    [Hook]
    My one, my one
    My one, my one
    My one, my one
    My number one

    [Outro]
    My number one
    My number one
    My number one
    My number one
    My number one
    My number one
    My number one


  • Pete Townshend – Face The Face (Album Version)

    Face the face, got to face the face
    Face the face, got to face the face

    You must have heard the cautionary tales
    The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
    From wiser folk who have been through it all
    And the faded names sprayed up on the wall

    We’ve got to judge the judge
    We’ve got to find the finds
    We’ve got to scheme the schemes
    We’ve got to line the lines
    We must stake the stakes
    We gotta show the shown
    We gotta take the takes
    We gotta know the known

    (Try to place the place
    Where we can face the face)
    We got to face the face
    (Try to place the place
    Where we can face the face)

    Face the face, got to face the face
    Face the face, got to face the face

    Got to
    Got to

    You must have tried and defied belief
    Maybe buried your head in insular grief
    I need your hunger, you need mine
    A million mouths can swallow up time

    We’ve got to fool the fools
    We got to plan the plans
    We got to rule the rules
    We got to stand the stands
    We got to fight the fight
    We must fall the falls
    We got to light the light
    We got to call the calls

    (We must race the race
    So we can face the face)
    We got to race the race
    (We must race the race
    So we can face the face)

    Face the face, we got to face the face
    We got to race the race
    We got to

    Keep looking

    New York, Chicago
    London and Glasgow
    Keep looking

    Keep on looking
    Keep on cooking
    Got to stay on this case
    Study the pix
    Watch the flix
    We’ve got to find the face

    Face the face, got to face the face (Watch the flix)
    Got to

    We’ve got to judge the judge
    We got to find the finds
    We’ve got to scheme the schemes
    We got to line the lines
    We got to fight the fight
    We got to fall the falls
    We got to light the light
    We got to call the calls

    (Try to place the place
    Where we can face the face)
    We got to face the face
    (Try to place the place
    Where we can face the face)
    (Try to place the place
    Where we can face the face)
    Keep looking, keep looking
    (We must race the race
    So we can face the face)
    We got to race the race
    (We must race the race
    So we can face the face)
    We got to face the face
    We got to race the race


  • Watch Wild Beasts Play Their Last Show Ever


    Last year, Wild Beasts announced that they were breaking up, finally concluding the project with a farewell EP. This week, the band released a final live album called Last Night All My Dreams Came True and also played their last show at London’s Eventim Apollo. With a career-spanning 24-song, three encore set, the band triumphantly brought the 14-year-old project to a close once and for all. Watch a few clips of the performance and hear their new live album below.

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  • Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

    Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

    Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

    Take A Listen Below
    https://70mack.co/wp-content/upload/2018/02/Asap-Rocky-Gucci-Mane-21-Savage-Cocky.mp3
    DOWNLOAD Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky


  • Lady rejects man’s marriage proposal after giving her a kidney

    A 49-year-old man who donated a kidney to the woman he loves was overjoyed at saving her life but saddened when she said no to marriage.

    According to Sunday Mirror, Simon Louis popped the question to Mary Emmanuelle after nursing her back to health. But Mary gently rejected his proposal, though she loved him back, because her health made the future seem uncertain.

    However the pair vowed to remain friends and Simon, 49, said: “I offered her my heart but I had to settle for giving her my kidney. Whatever happens, I’ll never regret giving her the gift of life.ed: “He is my very best friend and always will be. The love between us is real. He could have died doing what he did for me.” The pair first met in a London club in the mid-1990s with Mary, then 20, thinking Simon, 28, was “a good-looking bad boy”.

    They shared an odd smooch and flirted but things between them never progressed further. Simon, who had other relationships but never lost his feelings for Mary, would think of her on Valentine’s Day and buy her a rose or some chocolates.

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    Then in September 2014, Mary suddenly collapsed at home after her skin went yellow. She was in a coma for a fortnight after a brain haemorrhage, spent two months in intensive care and was eventually diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease.

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    Her only hope was a transplant %9 only hope was a transplant – but the chances of a donor being found were drastically reduced because she had very rare B negative blood. Simon visited her every day, sometimes staying the night, so he could help her get to and from the hospital.

    A few weeks later Simon suggested getting tested to see if he was a match as a donor – and it turned out he was. Then both underwent surgery before helping each other back to health.

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    Then one night cooking dinner, Simon plucked up the courage and proposed. Mary said: “I let him down gently by saying I’d have to think about it. I think I’d worry if we got married it would in some way damage our special friendship and also I don’t want to get wed until I’m fully better health-wise.”


  • Playboi Carti – Hoe Fo-Sho Lyrics

    Im a young cool, and my city pipin up (what)
    Baby wanna fuck me cuz she know i got hella bucks (what)
    Put that bitch up on her butt, i told her get the bucks ( what, ooh)
    Got these hoes yeah , hoe fo-sho (what)
    Baby wanna suck me yeah i got the throat (what)
    Baby wanna fuck me cause she knows im goon (what)
    All these hoes fucking yeah you know they flowin

    Southside nigga keep that shit goon, 2900 got that bad vroom
    Bad bih love me fuck her in the morning
    Hop in rarri young Carti get bud
    All my niggas shootin, young niggas they shootin (yeah)
    Fuck on ya bitch, ya bitch a boy
    Bad bih wanna suck a dick
    Bad bih like to suck the dick (what)
    Bad bih like to suck the dick (what)
    Bad bih like to suck the dick ( let go)
    Bad bih wanna suck a dick ( what)
    Take a addy pill we on London shit
    Put her on a jet , she like lost and shit


  • Kodak Black – Roll In Peace (feat. XXXTentacion)

    [Intro: Kodak Black]
    Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
    (We got London on the track!)
    These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days, ya know
    Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

    [Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
    You ain’t the one for me, baby
    You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
    You want me to take my time with you
    Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
    Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
    You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
    Maybe I’m just too G for you
    Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

    [Chorus: Kodak Black]
    I can’t even roll in peace (why)
    Everybody notice me (yeah)
    I can’t even go to sleep (why)
    I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
    They tried to give me eight
    Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
    He don’t even believe in Jesus
    Why you got a Jesus piece?
    If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
    Even the blind can see
    That you ain’t gon ride for me
    You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
    There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
    You said that you gon’ ride for me

    [Verse 1: Kodak Black]
    Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
    Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
    Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
    Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
    Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
    I was goin’ through tragedy
    Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
    I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
    Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
    Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
    Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
    I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
    I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
    Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
    Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

    [Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
    You ain’t the one for me, baby
    You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
    You want me to take my time with you
    Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
    Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
    You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
    Maybe I’m just too G for you
    Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

    [Chorus: Kodak Black]
    I can’t even roll in peace (why)
    Everybody notice me (yeah)
    I can’t even go to sleep (why)
    I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
    They tried to give me eight
    Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
    He don’t even believe in Jesus
    Why you got a Jesus piece?
    If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
    Even the blind can see (what)
    That you ain’t gon ride for me
    You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
    There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
    And you say that you gon’ ride with me

    [Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
    I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
    I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
    Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
    And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
    Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
    Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
    Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
    Said I knocked her period on
    Remember when I had that poker, huh
    Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
    Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
    That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

    [Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
    You ain’t the one for me, baby
    You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
    You want me to take my time with you
    Well maybe I’m not your speed, bitch
    Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
    You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
    Maybe I’m just too G for you
    Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

    [Chorus: Kodak Black]
    I can’t even roll in peace (why)
    Everybody notice me (yeah)
    I can’t even go to sleep (why)
    I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
    They tried to give me eight
    Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
    He don’t even believe in Jesus
    Why you got a Jesus piece?
    If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
    Even the blind can see (fuck)
    That you ain’t gon ride for me
    You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
    There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
    You say that you gon’ ride for me, ayy

    [Outro: Kodak Black]
    I’m in London, got my beat from London