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  • Fuerza Regida – Ando Contento Lyrics (feat. Natanael Cano)

    [Letra de “Ando Contento” ft. Natanael Cano]

    [Verso 1: Fuerza Regida & Natanael Cano]
    En carros nuevos siempre ando
    Con las puertas de mariposa
    Se agüitan porque lo hago mejor
    Y porque salí de las calles sin diamantes
    Con diamantes aunque les arda
    Ahora porque tengo las pacas
    La dejas según me conocen
    Los billetes ahora están llegando
    Yo sé que les está pesando a los lacras
    Que según, fueron mis hermanos

    [Coro: Fuerza Regida & Natanael Cano]
    Pero yo sigo viviendo mi vida loca
    Chicago, Nueva York, Miami, muchas morras
    Ando contento
    Givenchy, Balenciaga ropa, la más cara
    Me vio tu hermana y se quedó con las ganas
    Ando contento
    Y a tu vieja me la llevo
    ¡Eah!

    [Interludio: Fuerza Regida & Natanael Cano]
    Y si les queda, pónganse el saco

    Pura Fuerza Regida
    Y su compa, Natanael Cano, viejones
    Yes, jajaja

    [Verso 2: Natanael Cano & Fuerza Regida]
    Y en restaurantes más finos
    Con calamare’ en mi plato
    Donde come uno comen todo’
    Eso ya está bien comprobado
    Si no pregúntele a mi clicka que es mi respaldo

    [Coro: Natanael Cano & Fuerza Rgida]
    Pero yo sigo viviendo mi vida loca
    Chicago, Nueva York, Miami, muchas morras
    Ando contento
    Givenchy, Balenciaga ropa, la más cara
    Me vio tu hermana y se quedó con las ganas
    Ando contento
    Y a tu vieja me la llevo

    [Outro: Natanael Cano & Fuerza Regida]
    Yes sir
    That’s right
    Peace out, fool
    Let me know how my dick taste, nigga
    ¡Ajá!


  • Bad Bunny – Bendiciones Lyrics

    [Letra de “BENDICIONES”]

    [Intro]
    Estoy aquí porque Dios tuvo planes conmigo
    Gracia’ a ustede’ y a lo’ mío’ soy agradecido
    ¿Tumbarme a mí? Mis enemigo’ no han podido
    Yo estoy bendecío’

    [Coro]
    Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
    Chavo’ pa’ to’ el mundo
    En el club botella’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
    Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron
    Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
    Salud y vida pa’ to’ el mundo
    En el club botella’ pa’ to’ el mundo, eh
    Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron

    [Verso]
    Bendicione’ pa’ to’ los que me maldicen
    Y que me perdonen si yo algo le’ hice
    No hables de hipocresía, no, que se contradicen
    Yo combino las Yeezy, ey, con los día’ grise’
    So, no hables de eso, háblame de progreso
    Ello’ me sacan el de’o mientra’ yo le’ tiro beso’, ey (Muah)
    Mi vida e’ un V.I.P y tu mala vibra no entra aquí
    Me estoy cuidando del viru’ y de lo’ envidioso’

    Yo sigo siendo el mismo, no me llevo con famoso’, no
    Arrebata’o, viendo todo borroso
    Gracia’ al sol por otro día hermoso
    Que Dios proteja a los niño’ y a lo’ mayore’
    A la’ enfermera’ y los doctore’
    A Puerto Rico de huracane’ y temblore’
    Yo tengo fe de que vendrán día’ mejore’, ey
    Y que saldrán nuevo’ colore’
    La vida es corta y yo quiero más amores
    Por ahora sigo hablando con las flores
    Un phillie pa’l estrés y alcohol pa’ los dolores

    [Puente]
    Y hoy me levanté con gana’ de abrazar a mami
    De janguear bien loco por Miami
    La felicidad me canceló una cita
    Pero siempre doy buena’ vibra’ por si alguien la’ necesita

    [Coro]
    Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
    Salud y vida pa’ to’ el mundo
    Desde acá un abrazo pa’ to’ el mundo, eh
    Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron, yeh (Yeh, yeh)


  • Rick Ross – Summer Reign Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    Summer reign
    Let’s let the top down
    H Money
    Convertible music

    [Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
    All I ask is that you hold it down for me
    ‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
    We could hustle this together, you and me
    ‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
    I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
    Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
    Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
    Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
    Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
    What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
    50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
    Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
    Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
    When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
    Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above

    [Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
    All I ask is that you hold it down for me
    ‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
    We could hustle this together, you and me
    ‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
    Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
    Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
    Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
    New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
    Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
    Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
    A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
    Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
    Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
    Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
    We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
    Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
    Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
    Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
    She a centerfold, every night I pin it down

    [Chorus: Summer Walker]
    All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
    ‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
    We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
    ‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)

    [Outro: Summer Walker]
    All I ask is that you hold it down for me
    ‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
    We could hustle this together, you and me
    ‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
    If it’s love, then baby, put it on me


  • Juice WRLD – Under Her skin-hells kitchen Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Chrous]
    Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
    Like the itch from the perks on the bench
    She balling out her eyes from the bench
    She tells me that shell never play love games again
    Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
    Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
    [verse 1]
    She dont got no choice she resort to the beans oh
    Every day she lives and die for beans oh
    New drug dealer whats his innn fooo
    Her plus heartbreak equals xans
    Need a new equation she gonna die trynna do the math
    Suicidal tendency she hopin that they end it fast

    Fit it all in a Fendi bag
    She don’t even smoke the gas
    She been sleep for three days
    Cutting up missing class teacher called asked whats wrong slurring back you say he gone
    Running up out of diamonds you look down at your dresser
    You see an 8 ball of all pure Columbian pleasure
    It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
    You snort a line of hella perk to see which one is better
    Walking around in your mind picking up my belongings
    I got a lot of shit here its been taking forever
    Walking around in your heart with some fuel and some fire
    The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever goodbye
    [Chorus]
    Hope my lullabies get under her skin
    Like the itch from the perks on the bench
    She balling out her eyes from the bench
    She tells me that shell never play love games again
    Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
    Like the itch from the perks on the bench
    Aww she balling out her eyes from the bench
    She don’t got not choice she resorts to the gossip
    [Verse 2]
    Always in my business
    Wondering what I’m sipping
    En-now I’m living
    A lot of things are different
    You not being here is what I was missing
    Feel like I’m in a heaven house
    Still pour up in a Hell’s Kitchen
    In Chicago making heartbreak songs eating on some hell’s chicken

    Miami calling me oh oh those calls im missin
    Im calling the ambulance oh oh the thotty you was sickein sickein(sicknin)
    Trippin sip sippin 3 6 in a cup like its memphis
    Oh I’m drippin new girl got hoes she pimpin
    We got we share em get it make her eat you out bitch get it
    Lets hope that she been on my mind quit it
    Unlike her, I know how to mind business

    Oh oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
    Rocka bye baby ARE YOU ready to die
    [Chorus]
    Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
    Like the itch from the perks on the bench
    She balling out her eyes from the bench
    She tells me that shell never play love games again
    Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
    Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
    She dont got no choice she resorts to the

    Oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
    Rock a bye baby are you ready to die

    Lullabies in your dome spread insanity thorugh your soul
    Rocka bye baby are you ready to die die die


  • Denzel Curry – CAROLMART Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    You know, being from Dade County
    We do the fly shit naturally, man
    We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
    Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
    Ayy
    FnZ
    Oh damn
    South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
    Look at all these bad bitches
    How can you not ride with one in the drop?
    How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

    [Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
    I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
    It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
    I’m so fresh
    I’m so fresh

    [Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
    A real-ass nigga from the 305
    I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
    When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
    ‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
    Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
    Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
    All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
    Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

    [Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
    Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
    Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
    I’m so fresh
    I’m so fresh
    I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
    It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
    I’m so fresh
    I’m so fresh

    [Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
    Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
    Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
    UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
    You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
    Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
    Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
    I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
    It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

    [Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
    Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
    Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
    I’m so fresh
    I’m so fresh
    I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
    It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
    I’m so fresh
    I’m so fresh
    I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
    It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
    I’m so fresh
    I’m so fresh

    [Outro]
    It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
    But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
    Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo


  • Moneybagg Yo – Toxic Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    I ain’t even gon’ lie, like
    This shit hard tryna repair the trust and shit
    When I was all in your face, why you ain’t say it then?
    Wait ’til I leave to send texts and shit

    [Chorus]
    Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
    How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
    Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
    But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

    [Verse]
    What this is? What we doin’?
    All of this arguing, I can’t do it
    One day you love me, the next day you through with me
    Tellin’ your friend the shit you gon’ do with me
    You was my rider, holding it down
    You was my queen, gave you the crown (True)
    When I get back, we can sit down (Why?)
    Ain’t tryna deal with this shit right now (No, hey)
    I was ridin’ one night, thinkin’ ’bout that shit you said (Said)
    I just looked at your text message, left your shit on read (What it say?)
    You just want me in rotation, playin’ with my head (What else?)
    And you always tryna hide me, ain’t no Easter egg (Ain’t April)
    Disrespectful ho, this bitch that we go back and forth (Forth)
    Then after that we suckin’, fuckin’, lovin’, makin’ noise (Ugh)
    I let you push the Wraith around because what’s mine is yours (Straight up)
    Sometimes we don’t get along, this shit feel like a chore (I don’t like it)
    I swear you the trillest, I don’t know no other
    Show me you with me and ride like a shuttle
    I put the dick on you and eat you like supper
    I hold up your legs and I spread ’em like butter (Ugh, I cut her)
    Yeah, tell me, just what is we doin’? (Huh?)
    I been through some shit, man, I’m ruined (I am)
    I’ll deal with this when I’m not touring (Ooh)
    Rollin’ up loud, my head in the clouds (Head in the air, thinkin’ ’bout shit)
    Like property, feel like I’m lost and I’m found (It feel like I’m off and I’m on with you)
    I kept evolving, you ain’t grow (No)
    Hoes will go when you say no (So)
    When I’m sleep, you scroll and post
    You doin’ too much, now you doin’ the most
    Flew you to Cali, out to Miami
    When you get home, back unhappy (Crazy)
    Now you lurkin’, lookin’ for shit
    Tried to slap me, now we jackin’
    Leaving is easier said than done
    Didn’t wanna seem like I left you for dead
    I knew you would let that shit go to your head
    And say that I changed for the bread
    Swear I’m playin’ under you with another bitch, man, look, stop it
    Comin’ like I’m gon’ against the grain, tellin’ me that I’m oppin’
    Lettin’ emotions get the best of you when you know how I’m rockin’
    Go through way more bad than good, how we let this shit get toxic?

    [Chorus]
    Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
    How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
    Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
    But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)


  • Juice WRLD – Sadness Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    We’re laying in bed
    I lock eyes, our eyes lock

    [Chorus]
    Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
    My heart stops, every time you call my name
    My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
    You fell from the stars
    Girl am I lost?
    We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
    I apologize for all of the lies, oh
    I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

    [Verse 1]
    I’m of the percs, you don’t condone it
    You say it makes me act atrocious
    But I can’t stand life when i’m sober
    Take my heart, I’ll hand it over
    6 months in it gets colder, I don’t want us to be over
    Let’s make love until we die, and let’s fuck til we slumpt over
    Be my first date, I know you hate to see my bleed
    I don’t deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything
    It feels like i’m not enough, ‘nough, ‘nough, ‘nough
    This a conversation, not a love song

    [Chorus]
    Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
    My heart stops, every time you call my name
    My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
    You fell from the stars
    Girl am I lost?
    We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
    I apologize for all of the lies, oh
    I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

    [Verse 2]
    I wanna know, is it gonna be forever or temporary?
    If you leave it’ll hurt, keep the tissue ready
    Got the drugs on the table, I’m ready
    Put Rick on your slippers, no Cinderella
    Remember when you went to the fortune teller
    She told you we need each other
    Ha, what if she’s trippin’, i’m just kidding
    Back to the main focus, I think that you’re gorgeous
    You love the way that I stroke it, signing my name on your neck
    You use to make potions, play around with witchcraft
    I wonder if you put that in my lean and I drank that

    [Chorus]
    Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
    My heart stops, every time you call my name
    My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
    You fell from the stars
    Girl am I lost?
    We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
    I apologize for all of the lies, oh
    I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

    [Bridge]
    We met in the twilight zone
    I fall apart, but you keep me whole
    We met on the west coast, but i still see Miami in your soul

    [Chorus]
    Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
    My heart stops, every time you call my name
    My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
    You fell from the stars
    Girl am I lost?
    We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
    I apologize for all of the lies, oh
    I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh


  • Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
    Quando Rondo, nigga
    Relly Made
    (They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
    Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
    Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
    I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

    [Chorus]
    I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
    Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
    I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
    My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
    I know, she know, he know
    But he don’t know I know, we know
    I know, he know, she know
    But they don’t know I know
    I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
    He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
    I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
    I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

    [Verse 1]
    I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
    I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
    I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
    Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
    And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
    I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
    Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
    Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
    I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
    They must’ve said you know I sent it
    Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
    No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
    On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
    She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
    We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
    We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
    I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

    [Chorus]
    I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
    Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
    I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
    My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
    I know, she know, he know
    But he don’t know I know, we know
    I know, he know, she know
    But they don’t know I know
    I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
    He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
    I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
    I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

    [Verse 2]
    Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
    I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
    Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
    I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
    Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
    And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
    She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
    She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

    [Chorus]
    I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
    Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
    I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
    My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
    I know, she know, he know
    But he don’t know I know, we know
    I know, he know, she know
    But they don’t know I know
    I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
    He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
    I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
    I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

    [Outro]
    I fucked around her people
    But keep that on the D-low
    The neighborhood hero
    I know, he know, she know


  • Kodak Black – Christmas in Miami Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ayy, I don’t know if I wanna call this detox ’cause I’m like… I’m puttin’ away a lot of old shit just so I can be with this one individual, but at the same time, all I really want for Christmas is her

    [Verse 1]
    I put the Glizzys down so I could be with you
    I put the Remy down, I don’t want no more of this juice, yeah
    I put the Henny down, I’ma throw away the Goose, yeah
    ‘Cause I be showin’ out, another side of truth, yeah
    India, I had loved you like you mine, babe
    You was runnin’ all through my head, you gave me migraines, mmm
    I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
    Took another sip to write this rhyme, ooh
    I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
    Took another bitch to ease my mind, ayy

    [Chorus]
    Now I’ma spend my Christmas in Miami
    I’ma be in Miami, I’ma be in Mi—

    [Verse 2]
    I’m from Broward, but my lady from Miami
    I’ma hit her with no Jim Beam, show her to my family
    They so curious, but we not into y’all
    She say, “Period,” I be like, “Periodt”
    She can have any nigga, I can get like any broad
    She don’t be milkin’ me, but she be milkin’ y’all
    I know you prolly dealt with a few celebrities
    But I don’t even care, I need you next to me
    Can you see the best of me? Want you to marry me?
    Would you say yes to me? Want you to marry me this year
    Even get down on my knees, pull out that carat ring
    And don’t embarrass me, want you to marry me this year
    Am I movin’ too fast? ‘Cause I’ll slow it down
    You the only reason I felt like puttin’ down my four pound
    You the only reason I ain’t runnin’ ’round with them hunnid rounds
    Slidin’ ’round in an opp’s town, you the only reason I ain’t locked down
    I just wanna love you, baby, just don’t make no fool of me
    I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta buy you jewelry
    I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta splurge you
    Just because it’s Christmas, you don’t need a Birkin
    And you all I want for Christmas
    You all I want for Christmas
    You all I want for Christmas (It’s you, love)

    [Outro]
    It’s you
    It’s you
    I know it, I know it’s you


  • Usher – Birthday lyrics

    Zaytoven

    Do your dance it’s your birthday
    Move that ass it’s your birthday
    Spend this cash for your birthday
    Blow that bag for your birthday
    Spend a band if you worth it
    You know I like it when you work it
    Hit your dance on your birthday
    It’s what you want for your birthday

    Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
    It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
    You could have your way for your birthday
    I eat the cake for your birthday
    Beat it up for your birthday
    Fuck it up for your birthday

    Tonight you gon’ party, tear down the city
    You got a section
    Your sister, your cousin, your bestie with it
    You birthday flexing
    Pop champagne, ain’t no sips, straight from the bottle
    Yeah, that’s it
    Night just started, gone and make a wish
    Maybe later you’ll get that birthday dick
    Baby you so special (So special)
    That birthday suit you wearing looks so sexual
    She got a body like a bottle ’cause she bought it
    Did it in Miami ’cause she knew she could afford it
    Birthday sex test drive that model

    Do your dance it’s your birthday
    Move that ass it’s your birthday
    Spend this cash for your birthday
    Blow that bag for your birthday
    Spend a band if you worth it
    You know I like it when you work it
    Hit your dance on your birthday
    It’s what you want for your birthday

    [Post Chorus]
    Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
    It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
    You could have your way for your birthday
    I eat the cake for your birthday
    Beat it up for your birthday
    Fuck it up for your birthday

    How many girls gone be poppin’ rubber bands
    Up in the place, tippin’ them dancers, smackin’ ass
    What the hell you sippin’ tonight
    She say if it’s brown, she ain’t faithful tonight
    She wanna wild out, she wild out, she wanna play
    Wanna get fucked up, she wanna live for today
    She wanna wild out, she wanna kiss on her friend
    And that’s the kind of mood she in

    Do your dance it’s your birthday
    Move that ass it’s your birthday
    Spend this cash for your birthday
    Blow that bag for your birthday
    Spend a band if you worth it
    You know I like it when you work it
    Hit your dance on your birthday
    It’s what you want for your birthday

    [Post Chorus]
    Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
    It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
    You could have your way for your birthday
    I eat the cake for your birthday
    Beat it up for your birthday
    Fuck it up for your birthday

    Your girl got a birthday, yeah
    Your sister got a birthday, yeah
    Your niece got a birthday, yeah
    Your auntie got a birthday, yeah
    Your mama got a birthday, yeah
    Your baby mama got a birthday, yeah
    Your daughter got a birthday, yeah
    Is your birthday, Is your birthday

    Do your dance it’s your birthday
    Move that ass it’s your birthday
    Spend this cash for your birthday
    Blow that bag for your birthday
    Spend a band if you worth it
    You know I like it when you work it
    Hit your dance on your birthday
    It’s what you want for your birthday

    [Post Chorus]
    Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
    It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
    You could have your way for your birthday
    I eat the cake for your birthday
    Beat it up for your birthday
    Fuck it up for your birthday


  • Sheck Wes – Never Lost Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Mudboy
    Yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Time never wasted and love never lost
    Talent done took me places never been
    You don’t know why, why, you love me so much
    You never had love, but felt it before
    Where I came from, they shootin’ the four (Mudboy)
    Where I come from, no books in the stores (Bitch)
    Where I come from, there’s hate and no love

    [Verse 2]
    My cousins’ behavior startin’ to rub off
    I’m pickin’ up on their bad habits
    My mother said that she don’t like it at all
    She sendin’ me back ’cause she can’t have it
    She can’t have it (She wanna send me back)
    But it’s time never wasted and love never lost
    Time never wasted and love never lost (I ain’t tryna hear that shit)
    Time never wasted and love never lost (So, uh)
    Time never wasted and love never lost (Mudboy)
    Time never wasted and… kill, kill (Bitch)
    Kill, kill (Bitch)

    [Verse 3]
    Bitch, yeah, gettin’ straight to the bag (That bag)
    Countin’ nothin’ but cash (Check)
    Hoes love me and they love, uh shakin’ that ass
    Uh, ’cause Sheck Wes got that ever
    Lastin’, everlastin’, got that ever Glad bag
    Hoes glad when they pick up cash
    Young Sheck Wes, I walk out, I walk out
    Real quick, real fast (Fast, dash)
    Damn, got the trunk out, uh, trunk in the nose
    Uh, throw up L when I pose
    Uh, young Sheck Wes pull up to the show (Show)
    What they screamin’? “Live Sheck Wes”
    What they screamin’ (Uh)? “Don’t die Sheck Wes (Uh)
    We need you here Sheck Wes (Uh)
    You gotta stay alive Sheck Wes”
    I will, uh (Kill)
    Motherfuckers won’t kill, uh (Kill)
    I got motherfuckers
    Niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
    My niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
    Your niggas too L-I-E (Kill, kill)
    My niggas will kill, uh
    My niggas will D-I-E uh
    For M-E, yes Sheck Wes (Ain’t nothin’ but L’s, kill)
    Hot like Miami
    And I ain’t goin’ back so fuck that
    I don’t care about none of that other shit (Miami)
    Fuck that (Telemundo)
    Yeah, you wanna know why?
    Sheck Wes running the full court on ’em

    [Refrain]
    ‘Cause niggas out here will kill, kill
    Young niggas gotta eat, eat-eat
    Young niggas gotta get a mil’, mil’
    Young niggas grew steel (Uh)
    These young niggas too real, real
    Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Get killed)
    These young niggas too real (Too real)
    Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Uh uh, lust gang)
    These young niggas too real
    Gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta get a mil’
    Clear mine, nigga, I’ma steal (Steal)
    These young niggas too real (Too real)
    These young niggas too real, real (Bitch)
    These young niggas too real (Too real)
    Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list
    Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list

    [Verse 4]
    Add on to the killings like Michael B. Jordan (Uh)
    In Wakanda on the Black Panther (Uh)
    I’ma add on to the skin (Uh, uh)
    Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
    I be goin’ in like a porn-star (Porn-star)
    Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
    Going in like a motherfucking all-star (All-star)
    I’ma, uh, all-star to her
    Yes Sheck Wes got all-star to her
    Like it’s 9-5
    Bitch I’m darker than a motherfuckin’ Waka-Wakanda

    [Refrain]
    Kill, kill
    Niggas gotta kill, kill
    Niggas gotta eat, eat, eat (Kill, kill)
    Niggas gotta get that mil’, mil’

    [Outro]
    Time never wasted and love never lost
    Time never wasted and love never lost
    Time never wasted and time never wasted
    And time never wasted and love never lost
    Time never wasted and love never lost (Forgiving)
    My talents done took me where I never been
    (Kill, kill, niggas gotta eat)
    Time never wasted and love never lost
    My talents done took me where I never been (Bitch)
    Time never wasted and love never lost


  • Marc Anthony – Esta Rico lyrics

    [Intro: Will Smith, Bad Bunny & Marc Anthony]
    Marc Anthony
    Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be
    Will Smith
    Haciendo historia
    Haha, woo

    [Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
    Tú quieres algo y se te ve
    Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
    Ya tú probaste, la otra vez
    Por eso sabes-

    [Coro: Marc Anthony]
    Que esto está rico
    Está rico
    Está rico
    Tú sabes que esto está rico
    Está rico
    Esto está rico
    Tú sabes que esto está rico

    [Verso 1: Will Smith]
    Hola, yes, it’s the Prince
    In an unmarked car with the tints
    Marc Anthony with the new anthem
    Yeah, I know, is a lil’ intense
    Ferragamo on the collar
    We gon’ mash a throttle in Miami harbor
    Girl, you want me like a shadow
    You make the move, make it matter
    Hey now, well I guess we can play now
    Blend my Philly way now
    With your latina sway now
    Sacude tu cadera (pull up!)
    Always taking pictures (woo!)
    Laughing, blowing kisses
    I think you’re delicious
    Marc, what this is?

    [Coro: Marc Anthony & Will Smith]
    Está rico (oh-oh)
    Está rico (oh-oh)
    Está rico (oh-oh)
    Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
    Que está rico (oh-oh)
    Esto está rico (oh-oh)
    Tú sabes-

    [Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
    Ey, si tú tienes un novio, mami, no lo digas
    Enamora’o de ese culo, Dios lo bendiga
    Ey, tráete a tus amigas
    Dura, dura, dura, ella no tiene liga
    Desde aquí pa’l bote
    Chiquita con el booty bien grandote
    Me lo hace ricote (ye)
    Me pone bellaco y hace que se note
    Échate el spray
    Vamos pa’ la sombra que hoy te voy hacer las de Grey (¡wouh!)
    Si quieres te echo otro pero dame un break

    [Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
    Que esto está rico (oh-oh)
    Está rico (oh-oh)
    Esto está rico (oh-oh)
    Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
    Está rico (oh-oh)
    Esto está rico (oh-oh)
    (Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be)
    Tú sabes-

    [Verso 3: Marc Anthony]
    ¿Dónde?
    Donde sea rico si es contigo
    Da lo mismo Nueva York o Londres
    Si quieres te llevo a Puerto Rico
    Y lo hacemos rico

    [Puente: Will Smith & Marc Anthony]
    Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
    Always taking pictures
    Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
    I think your delicious
    Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
    Always taking pictures
    Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
    I think your delicious

    [Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
    Tú quieres algo y se te ve
    Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
    Ya tú probaste la otra vez
    Por eso sabes-

    [Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
    Que esto está rico
    Esto está rico
    Esto está rico
    Tú sabes que esto está rico
    Esto está rico

    [Outro: Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
    For the people, one time
    Alright you gotta play that again
    You gotta play that again
    Thats fire right?
    Yeah, esto está rico
    Y tú estas rica, hoy yo te lo hago bien rico
    Ey, como lo hacemos en Puerto Rico
    Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be


  • Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

    [Intro: Kodak Black]
    I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Just the other day I was out in Miami
    Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
    Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
    Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
    When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
    Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
    Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
    I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
    I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
    I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
    None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
    It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
    It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
    But they know who the clique is
    Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
    Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

    [Interlude: Patty Duke]
    Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
    They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
    Where you at man, where you at man?
    We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Just the other day I was out in Miami
    Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
    Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
    Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
    When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
    Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
    Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
    I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
    Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
    You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
    If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
    You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
    Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
    Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
    I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
    Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
    Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
    Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
    I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
    (It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Just the other day I was out in Miami
    Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
    Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
    Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
    When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
    Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
    Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
    I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

    [Outro: Patty Duke]
    Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
    Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
    That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
    They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
    ‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
    Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
    Queens get the money, man
    Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
    Iconic shit, man


  • Young Thug – Money Turning Me On Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh, yeah
    Uh
    Wheezy beats
    This money turnin’ me on
    (Yo, turn me up bro)
    Misery, yeah, yeah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
    I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
    Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
    Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
    Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
    Having a private party, you know how it go

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Music all in my ears
    Instruments in my ears
    I’m in the backyard feeding deers
    I’m in a condo popping seals
    I got po-po’s in my rear
    I bought CoCo with my deal
    I missed a couple shows with my deal
    If I could take it back I will
    And don’t you take that to the head
    You know I got you in my whip
    It don’t matter if it don’t work out
    Man I know you with me for real
    You helped me balance my skills
    You helped me over the hill
    You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
    Young lil’ nigga popping shit
    High school, I played quarterback
    I ain’t never had to hit a lick
    Never had to touch a nick
    Never had to risk shit
    But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
    I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
    Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
    Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
    Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
    Having a private party, you know how it go

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
    On the east or the west coast
    Give a couple bands to the woa
    Jet to Miami with some zoes
    Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
    Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
    On the east or the west coast
    On the east or the west coast, ayy
    Every night I snuck my way outside
    Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
    My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
    Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
    I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
    Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
    Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
    Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
    Having a private party, you know how it go


  • Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

    [Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
    Right now, oh
    Ooh yeah
    Ooh, woah, ooh
    Oh I like this
    Hitmaka
    Ooh, woah, ooh

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
    I got money on my mind, ooh yea
    I get bag after bag, ooh yea
    Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
    Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
    Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
    Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea
    Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
    Ooh ooh yea

    [Verse 1: Fabolous]
    What you want, what you want, bae?
    Order like restaurants, bae
    What’s a snack to an entrée?
    Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
    Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
    Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
    And I wanna hit it
    Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
    You coming with it
    You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
    Big mad or they lil’ mad
    Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
    Came through for you I’m too clutch

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    I got on my mind, ooh yea
    I get bag after bag, ooh yea
    Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
    Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
    I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
    Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
    All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
    Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
    Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
    [?]
    Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
    I’m just sayin’

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    I got on my mind, ooh yea
    I get bag after bag, ooh yea
    Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
    Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

    [Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
    I get bag after bag
    Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
    In my bag, in my duffle
    So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
    I might Rolex your left, yeah
    Cartier your right, yeah
    My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
    Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
    Really we just out here tryna function

    [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    I got on my mind, ooh yea
    I get bag after bag, ooh yea
    Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
    Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

    [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
    Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
    Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
    Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)


  • Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

    [Intro: Pitbull]
    Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
    To New York, the big apple
    Now let’s escape, darling

    [Chorus: Theron Theron]
    Party jumpin’, until the morning
    Feeling free, free, free
    Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
    Feeling free, free, free
    Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
    We gon’ keep it going all night long
    Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
    Feeling free, free, free

    [Verse 1: Pitbull]
    Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
    Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
    I still got the ship escape
    Still the Godfather
    Still el Padrino, you know
    After dog, and kiss a little loose
    A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
    A straight walk a straight line, no juice
    Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
    Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
    Move and escape to New York
    Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
    Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

    [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
    Tonight, tonight
    We gon’ have us a real good time
    Baby girl, how you so fine?
    Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
    Tonight, tonight
    We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
    Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
    Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

    [Chorus: Theron Theron]
    Party jumpin’, until the morning
    Feeling free, free, free
    Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
    Feeling free, free, free
    Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
    We gon’ keep it going all night long
    Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
    Feeling free, free, free

    [Verse 2: Pitbull]
    Wooo
    Guess who’s back? Yours truly
    Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
    Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
    A world takeover, times three
    Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
    He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
    You clearly don’t know me
    Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
    Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
    She said I remember you at [?]
    I said baby that’s the old me
    Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
    Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

    [Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
    Tonight, tonight
    We gon’ have us a real good time
    Baby girl, how you so fine?
    Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
    Tonight, tonight
    We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
    Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
    Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

    [Chorus: Theron Theron]
    Party jumpin’, until the morning
    Feeling free, free, free
    Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
    Feeling free, free, free
    Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
    We gon’ keep it going all night long
    Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
    Feeling free, free, free

    [Hook: Theron Theron]
    Go like kambo, take me down low down low
    Party tempo, to the congo
    We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
    There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

    [Chorus: Theron Theron]
    Party jumpin’, until the morning
    Feeling free, free, free
    Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
    Feeling free, free, free
    Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
    We gon’ keep it going all night long
    Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
    Feeling free, free, free


  • Juice WRLD – Flavor Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
    You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
    I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
    I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
    I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
    You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
    I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
    I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

    [Verse: 1]
    Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
    Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
    Come this way, I know you be choosin’
    Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
    Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
    On the way to the bank
    You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
    I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
    Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
    Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
    Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
    I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
    She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
    Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
    Old dude, probably put (?) on her
    Not surprised
    Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
    I’m not the guy
    She don’t know what I do with my dark R
    It’s when I’m higher

    [Chorus]
    I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
    You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
    I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
    I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
    I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
    You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
    I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
    I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

    [Instrumental Break]

    [Chorus]
    I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
    You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
    I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
    I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
    I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
    You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
    I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
    I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun


  • Drake – March 14 Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Here we go
    Yeah

    [Verse]
    Yesterday morning was crazy
    I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
    That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
    She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
    Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
    And all it took was one time
    Shit, we only met two times, two times
    And both times were nothin’ like the new times
    Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
    Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
    It’s breakin’ my spirit
    Single father, I hate when I hear it
    I used to challenge my parents on every album
    Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
    Always promised the family unit
    I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
    But this is the harsh truth now
    Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
    I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
    Or who loves you more or who’s not there
    Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
    Now, look, I’m too proud
    To let that come between me and you now
    Realize I gotta think for two now
    I gotta make it, I better make it
    I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
    This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
    I can’t forget the looks on they faces
    Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
    Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
    For our cheers to the next generation
    But this Champagne toast is short-lived
    I got an empty crib in my empty crib
    I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
    I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
    Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
    But man, you know
    I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
    You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
    He probably coulda did stand-up
    Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
    And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
    October baby for irony sake, of course
    I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
    And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
    Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
    They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
    Hopefully by the time you hear this
    Me and your mother will have come around
    Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

    [Bridge]
    God willin’, I got a good feelin’
    You got a good spirit
    We’ll talk more when you hear this
    My G

    [Outro]
    No one to guide me, I’m all alone
    No one to cry on
    I need shelter from the rain
    To ease the pain
    I’m changing from boy to a man
    No one to guide me, I’m all alone
    No one to cry on
    I need shelter from the rain
    To ease the pain
    I’m changing from boy to a man
    I’m all alone, no one to cry on
    I need shelter from the rain
    To ease the pain
    I’m changing from boy to a man


  • Kanye West – Kids See Ghosts lyrics

    [Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Spirit, moving around, just moving around
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts
    Spirit, yeah that’s the king

    [Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
    Stop that movement, stop that movement
    Y’all can’t move me, this my movie
    Y’all can’t stop me, ya’ll too sloppy
    Carbon copied, carbon
    Same thing, in a room
    Sittin’ by myself, findin’ heaven soon
    Many things that will trouble you
    Look beyond for a feelin’ like you never knew
    Reachin’ out huntin’ for the truth
    I guessin’ I’m just sick of runnin’
    All this time searching hard for somethin’
    I can hear the angels comin’

    [Chorus: Kid Cudi]
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Spirit, moving around, just moving around
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts
    Spirit, yeah that’s the king

    [Verse 2: Kanye West]
    Well it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough
    Paid this sh*t just gon’ give up
    Cause Ye just gon’ live up to everything
    That sucks to you and that’s never enough
    Thought I’d be clever enough to give up while I’m ahead
    I like breakfast in bed but I love breakfast and head
    For anybody who said that I was better off dead
    Told ’em, “don’t ever believe nothin’ that you ever read”
    Got a Bible by my bed, oh yes I’m very Christian
    Constantly repentin’ ’cause yes I never listen
    Don’t like bein’ questioned and don’t like bein’ less than any a competition in any of my professions
    So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay the best man
    What else you expect from, uh, Mr. West man
    Painted from Western, space like a relative
    Bet you ain’t see it, man, call on the telephone
    And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown
    Always thought you’d make it but damn now you hella known
    Let’s address some topics that I can embellish on”
    How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on
    I’ma rellish on the fact vibing on the future
    Ultralight building in the building by amateur
    Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
    No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)

    [Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Spirit, moving around, just moving around
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts
    Spirit, yeah that’s the king

    [Bridge: Yasiin Bey]
    Civilization, without society
    Power and wealth with nobility
    Stability, without stasis
    Places and spaces
    Civilization, without society
    Power and wealth with nobility
    Stability, without stasis
    Spaces and places

    [Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts, ghosts sometimes
    Kids see ghosts sometimes
    Yeah that’s the king
    And what’s a crown for the clouds, movin’ around
    Yeah that’s the king
    And what’s a crown to the clouds, movin’ around


  • G Herbo – Focused Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, [?]
    Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
    It’s the L.A. section [?]
    Man, my niggas [?]
    We on that gang shit, [?]
    We on all that flashin’ too
    They rock with [?]
    Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

    [Verse]
    I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
    Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
    I was dead broke, made no excuses
    Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
    I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
    When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
    Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
    Turn my phone off on everybody
    Since then [?] b’s, b’s
    [?] up with a red lighter
    Keep your bitch on her knees
    She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
    Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
    [?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
    When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
    Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
    Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
    Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
    Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
    Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
    Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
    Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
    Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
    Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
    Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
    Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
    I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
    I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
    Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
    I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
    I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
    I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
    Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
    I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
    That’s how I always got what I wanted
    That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
    Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
    I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
    And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
    Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
    Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
    Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
    I [?] problem is money (money)
    In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
    In the field gotta watch for the phonies
    Kobe told me to watch for the homies
    Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
    Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

    [Chorus]
    Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
    All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
    If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
    Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
    All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
    ‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
    Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
    Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
    All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
    If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
    Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
    All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
    ‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
    Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)


  • Kali Uchis – Miami lyrics

    (feat. BIA)

    [Intro: Kali Uchis]
    Kali Uchis
    BIA
    Las cabroncitas
    Bienvenidos a Miami

    [Verse 1: Kali Uchis]
    I can feel it in the air, ooh, Miami
    (Miami, Miami, Miami, Miami)
    How you pay off all them bills? (How?) Ooh, her panties
    (How you gonna pay ’em all?)
    When I was just a little girl (I was just a little girl)
    Had my sight set on a bigger world
    Got myself a visa
    And started catching flights to where the grass is greener

    [Chorus: Kali Uchis]
    Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
    I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
    Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
    I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

    [Verse 2: Kali Uchis]
    Ain’t here to be cute, I ain’t here to impress
    (No, no, no, no, no)
    You know why I’m calling, I’m here to collect
    (You now what I came for, I’m here to collect)
    They look at me funny when I write a check
    ‘Cause they assumed I would be paying in sex
    (Miami, Miami)
    And I was looking for a job, and then I found one
    (I found one)
    He said he’d want me in his video like Bound 1
    (Like Bound 1)
    But why would I be Kim? I could be Kanye
    In the land of opportunity and palm trees

    [Chorus: Kali Uchis]
    Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
    I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
    Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
    I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

    [Bridge: Kali Uchis + BIA]
    Don’t do what I’m runnin’ from, but I’m always on the run
    Now I can’t afford to look back, back
    Hey! (Kali)
    I just wanna know (BIA), if you wanna run let’s go

    [Verse 3: BIA]
    Split fast in the 2-seat, blowin’ Kali Uchis
    Prolly with a Fronto, never see me smoke a loosey
    Need my money pronto, you don’t wanna see me moody
    If you knew me, then you’d probably wanna get to know the new me
    Vamo’, pa Miami, how we live la vida loca
    Me llamo perico pero no me gusta coca
    New vice now I need a blunt with my Mimosa
    Never get it twisted, ain’t too bougie for Corona
    With a lime on the side, I bring my sand to the trap
    ‘Cause my baggage is way too expensive to pack
    I be ten toes down, two hands in the bag
    ‘Cause when you fast forward you don’t ever look back, uh

    [Chorus: Kali Uchis]
    Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
    I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
    Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
    I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

    [produced by: David Andrew Sitek, Om’Mas Keith & DJ Dahi]


  • Playboi Carti – Top Lyrics

    [Intro: Playboi Carti]
    What? Huh?

    [Chorus: Playboi Carti]
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

    [Verse]
    Griping that nine till I die
    Made my first mill in July
    Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
    I’m in Miami like Plies
    Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
    Working that bitch and get right
    I call up Elliot twice
    I get that bitch and get right
    I put that bih on that dope
    I get that dope that she like
    Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
    These niggas they bite
    They takin’ my swag they swipe
    VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
    Back-to-back like tennis
    I’m in the spot like a chemist
    I ain’t going back outside
    Yeah lil hoe you can get it
    I ain’t going back outside
    Yeah lil hoe you can get it

    [Chorus: Playboi Carti]
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
    I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building


  • Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull – Move To Miami

    [Enrique Iglesias:]
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy)
    Her body got me tipsy
    I should take a step back, fall back
    This girl got me feelin’ risky
    She ready for the taking
    And I got the motivation (yeah!)
    ‘Cause when you see her dance there’s a chance
    You might not come home from vacation

    [Pitbull, Enrique:]
    And if you look you’ll fall in love
    She got that ass, she make it clap
    She’ll leave you shook
    And now you hooked
    The way she dance
    She gon’ make you move to Miami

    [Hook: Enrique]
    She gon’ make you
    She gon’ make you move
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    She gon’ make you
    She gon’ make you move
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    Uh yeah!
    She gon’ make you move to Miami

    [Enrique:]
    Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, we gon’ party
    Freakin’ every weekend, baby, we just getting started
    Y síguete moviento que todo’ te ‘tán viendo
    Damn, you got me, girl, that body’s built like a Bugatti

    [Pitbull, Enrique:]
    And if you look you’ll fall in love (fall in love)
    She got that ass, she make it clap (make it clap)
    She’ll leave you shook
    And now you hooked (now you hooked)
    The way she dance
    She gon’ make you move to Miami

    [Hook: Enrique]
    She gon’ make you
    She gon’ make you move
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    She gon’ make you
    She gon’ make you move
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    Yeah!
    Uh yeah!
    (Yeah)
    She gon’ make you move to Miami

    [Pitbull:]
    What happens in Miami, never happened
    She said “No hands”, booty still clapping
    She wanna be Eve, baby, here’s an apple
    Welcome to the booty shakin’ capital
    M I A!
    Where the mamis off the chain
    Where the mamis get loose
    Where the mamis don’t play
    Where their body’s like “Boom!”
    Where their booty’s like “Bang!”
    Ya tú sabe’, man

    [Enrique, Pitbull:]
    She gon’ make you
    She gon’ make you move
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    She gon’ make you
    She gon’ make you move
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    Yeah!
    Uh yeah!
    (Yeah)
    She gon’ make you move to Miami
    Uh yeah!
    (Uh, yeah)
    She gon’ make you move to Miami

    She gon’ make you move to Miami


  • Lady Leshurr – Black Panther Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Si mi nuh, yo

    [Verse]
    It’s the L.L., brr, shots with a bally
    I wish a gyal wood, no chalet
    Trust I got the keys like a valet, heat like Miami
    Free throw on ’em, Dwayne Wade on the gyally
    Um, that’s a 3-second violation
    Airball and my team stay annihilating
    Trust, so I really don’t know why ya hating
    ‘Cause you copy so much, you’d think we’re Siamese twins
    Look, feel me nuh, all them other gyal, dem are regular
    Hear me nuh? On the radio or a video
    Si mi nuh? All these likkle gyal better simmer down
    Inferior, she ain’t the real ting, I’m the original
    Hit it up, he want the Kitty Kat, make him break it down
    Tippy-toe, ride it like a horse, tell her “giddy-up”
    Benover, gyal ah tear it up, gyal ah rip it up
    Go deh gyal, look nuh, gyal ah catch Chlamydia
    Dutty gyal, tell a gutter gyal leave the area
    Stutter gyal, eye ah flutter gyal, mi nuh ‘fraid ah ya
    Dig you out the grave I put you in and rebury ya
    That’s the only time you’ll be all over social media
    Banter, what you rep for? What you stand for?
    I be at your door like a delivery from Asda
    Hamper, blacking out, looking like a panther
    I will backhand her straight to Wakanda
    Rasta, I will blast her, mi ah di master
    Casper, mi duppy down, gyal the body snatcher
    Dashed her in a trash-bag, come and grab that
    Bad gyal vers’ a dead gyal is a disaster
    Actor, cut the chapter, mi didn’t cast her
    Fracture, put the gas up in Madagascar
    Scratch that, give ’em airtime, when I’m here they like
    “Asthma! I got asthma! I got asthma!”
    Killing all a dem becah mi no seh mi bad
    Quick tings and never slowly, don’t have to lie to be cozy
    Holy moly, I’ll spin a gyal quicker than roly-poly
    All and only, I’m bigger than him and her and totally
    On the ball like Kobe, they taking shots, well, I’m the goalie
    All your team is phony, I think you know it, I know you know it
    And you low on money, you gon’ need mo’, you finding Dory
    “What’s the story” like an episode of Balamory, ayy

    [Chorus]
    They don’t wanna mess becah mi cold, yeah, mi real-la-la
    Everybody knows I got the flow and the skill-la-la
    Man are even hating on the girl, better chill-la-la
    Man are even hating on the girl, seen
    They don’t wanna mess becah mi cold, yeah, mi real-la-la
    Everybody knows I got the flow and the skill-la-la
    Man are even hating on the girl, better chill-la-la
    Man are even hating on the girl, seen

    [Outro]
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever
    Wakanda forever