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  • Kevin Garnett takes dig at LeBron James in comparison with Michael Jordan, labels Jordan “a God,” James “little hommie”

    This doesn’t look too good as Kevin Garnett was only 8 years into the NBA when LeBron James became a rookie. Garnett has […]

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  • Charles Barkley puts Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant ahead of LeBron James in his choice of best NBA player

    Former NBA star and TNT analyst Charles Barkley has stated that he will pick Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant as the best players […]

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  • Juice WRLD – Floor It Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Uh, uh
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs before the record deal
    Different color pills, you know the deal (ahh)

    [Chrous]
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs right before the record deal
    I was fighting love way before the record deal
    I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
    It’s a new day a little over six months ago, I got a new bae
    If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
    I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
    I bet she’s still in shock, ay
    I know she ain’t forgot, ay

    [Verse 1]
    But now I’m at the top with my forever love, 
It’s kinda like forever drugs
    I’m [?]
    It’s Dior on her face no make up you still [?] Sephora
    These bitches wearing all this make-up that getting annoying and boring
    I bet you when she take it off she look like Michael Jordan
    I bet you when her friend take it off she looks like Ben Gordon
    On Instagram she Beyoncé in real life she A Randy Orton, if I saw her on the street I wouldn’t pick her up, I would floor it (uh)
    Yea I got a girl but I’m speaking on behalf of my bros
    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
    Why they gotta pick ugly hoes?
    Y’all supposed to pretty though, If they knew it was catfishes swimming in they wouldn’t been fishing in your city hoe, get rid of these hoes (uh)

    [Chrous]
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs right before the record deal
    I was fighting love way before the record deal
    I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
    It’s a new day a little over six months ago I got a new bae
    If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
    I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
    I bet she’s still in shock, ay
    I know she ain’t forgot, ay

    [Verse 2]
    I been through a lot, check
    I done learned a lot, check
    Get high and forget, check
    Then relax and plot, whats next?
    Don’t think I ain’t noticed your hoe wanna pull up to my spot
    Chris and [?] wanna fuck, I told that bitch I think not (go home)
    I make love to ally then I make love to my Glock
    I make love to lotti then we get up and go shop
    Buy her a pair of gucci panties just so I could make em’ drop
    Tour threw her a gucci crop top now she need a [?]
    Bae lets have a conversation my crotch your twat
    Hop in it, yea
    Hop in it, yea, hopscotch
    She can only get three ways out (uh) oh my god
    She keep screaming oh my god, baby girl I’m not Allah (no)

    [Chrous]
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs right before the record deal
    I was fighting love way before the record deal
    I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
    It’s a new day a little over six months ago I got a new bae
    If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
    I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
    I bet she’s still in shock, ay
    I know she ain’t forgot, ay

    [Outro]
    Go home


  • Juice WRLD – Infatuated Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Hey
    Oh, oh
    Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, you can’t afford it
    Ball like Michael Jordan
    Get so high I’m soaring
    Raf, no Lauren
    She tells me that I drink too much
    I tell her that she thinks too much
    I ain’t ever give no fucks
    So I’ma go and pour me up

    [Verse 1]
    She tell me that she wanna fall in love
    What is love? I don’t know much
    She tell me I’m infatuated with drugs
    Maybe I should just slow up
    Nah, I’ma keep it pushing
    Pop a Xanny, use the Perky as a cushion
    That lil’ bitch, I’ll fuck her if she gushing
    Now her boyfriend looking at me crooked
    Cool, I got something for that, in fact
    Here, take a shot out the strap, relax
    Bool, that’s just what I do
    I remember hoes was hating back in high school

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, you can’t afford it
    Ball like Michael Jordan
    Get so high I’m soaring
    Raf, no Lauren
    She tells me that I drink too much
    I tell her that she thinks too much
    I ain’t ever give no fucks
    So I’ma go and pour me up

    [Verse 2]
    I remember when I was sixteen
    Thought I was gonna make it to the big leagues
    Then I started rapping like oowie
    Now they try’na rob me like a ten speed
    Used to a baller, now I’m balling out with no court
    How a nigga balling when you don’t play no sports
    Brother whipping with a fork, we had no forks
    Brother whipping with a spork, we had no fork
    These Xans, baby these not Advil
    I’m sad, so I took a mad pill
    I’m mad, so I took some more pills
    Went from two to popping like four pills

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, you can’t afford it
    Ball like Michael Jordan
    Get so high I’m soaring
    Raf, no Lauren
    She tells me that I drink too much
    I tell her that she thinks too much
    I ain’t ever give no fucks
    So I’ma go and pour me up


  • Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Boston

    [Hook: Aminé]
    My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
    You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
    No hiccups, no hiccups
    He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
    I don’t trust no one
    My wrist is lookin frozen

    [Post Hook: Aminé]
    Ice cold, too cold, numb
    Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
    Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
    Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
    Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
    Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
    Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
    24, now 24, mhm
    Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
    That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

    [Verse 1: Aminé]
    Ass fat, bring it right back
    I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
    Imma be here if I be here
    That’s your car note on my wrist

    [Hook: Aminé]
    My wrist sore, my wrist sore
    You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
    No hiccups, no hiccups
    He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
    I don’t trust no one (no one!)
    My wrist is lookin frozen

    [Post Hook: Aminé]
    Ice cold, too cold, numb
    I re-e-e-e-ewind
    Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
    Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
    Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
    Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
    Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
    24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
    Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
    That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
    Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
    You hear that we got rich, mhm
    Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
    I collect it like a bridge, mhm
    Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
    I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
    We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
    I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
    She offer me some pussy my finesse
    My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
    Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

    [Outro: Aminé]
    Mhm
    Mhm
    Mhm


  • Juice WRLD – Some More Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Love don’t love me
    Bitch I know
    But the drugs still love me
    That’s for sure
    She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
    Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
    Everything she said, I heard it all before
    I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
    All I know is count the money up from the floor
    If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

    [Verse]
    Say she want my heart, she can’t afford it
    Maybe cause I’m on my way to getting on the Forbes list
    Pretty Jiggy nigga, can’t ignore it
    Ballin’ bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
    Sip Codeine, I’m snorin
    Til’ the mornin’
    Got the heater on my hip, like global warmin’
    Run up you get shot, this is a warnin’
    Freddy Kruger in your dreams, I’m filled with torment
    She say that she love my bitch, whatever that means
    I remember her and our friends were laughin’ at me
    Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me
    Lost 10 thousand playin’ basketball, 100 to me

    [Chorus]
    Love don’t love me
    Bitch I know
    But the drugs still love me
    That’s for sure
    She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
    Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
    Everything she said, I heard it all before
    I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
    All I know is count the money up from the floor
    If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more


  • Lloyd – Caramel Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

    [Verse 1]
    She like five-five
    Group up on the East Side
    She a college girl but she like the hood type
    She the only jug, I need to get my mind right
    I don’t got to ask, she said that it’s all mine
    Had a boyfriend when I met her
    But he a lame so you know I had to get her
    Had to let go of my old things for her
    But I don’t mind
    Cause she bad, yeah she hella fine

    [Chorus]
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

    [Verse 2]
    She drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin
    Like a leaky faucet
    Now she got me trippin, how she grip
    Damn it I done lost it
    No more yola whippin, soda sippin, pimpin, trickin, flossin
    Only mission is to find the right position for her body
    Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan
    How she compliment my body
    Jason Witten, tunnel vision
    She gon catch it, feel it, toss it
    Met in ATL and I brought her to New Orleans
    We go together well like we caramel and chocolate

    [Chorus]
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life


  • YoungBoy Never Broke Again – RIP Lyrics

    [Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said ’bout me)
    You do too much talkin’, you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
    Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
    My Goyard look like morgues, that’s them dead bodies (dead bodies)

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    30 thousand, I just hit for three (I hit for three)
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free (she gon’ fuck for free)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Dead prezis, I’m on a killin’ spree (killin’)

    [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Killin’ spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah)
    Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
    Brand new Benz (Benz), that’s a hundred G’s (a hundred G’s)
    If I drop 20, I’ll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
    Foreign keys, droppin’ the top when I hop in the Bentley
    I’m takin’ the doors off the Lamb’, these niggas be hatin’, they say that it’s rented (rented)
    Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it)
    I’m takin’ off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
    I do too much flexin’, what they say about me (what they say about me)
    Dead prezis in my pocket, that’s your head, prolly (that’s your head prolly)
    He do too much talkin’, he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
    But I’m screamin’ fuck them niggas and what they say about me
    ‘Cause I’m steady hollerin’

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Offset]
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free (she gon’ fuck for free)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
    I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Dead prezis (dead), I’m on a killin’ spree (killin’)

    [Verse 2: Offset]
    Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin’ bodies out here, [?]
    Black coupe look like [?], gang full of hyenas
    Sippin’ on drank, I’m gettin’ paranoid, what’s that noise? (Woo!)
    Fuckin’ on somebody’s bitch tonight, it’s yours, is it yours? (Which one)
    Smokin’ on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it)
    I got this dick on me now and I don’t wanna shoot, but you feelin’ the [?]
    MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna fuck, sure
    I shit on your cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
    We want action
    All my niggas in the field, nigga, what’s happenin’? Laws of attraction
    Hit him with the butt of the steel like I’m baseball battin’, never subtractin’
    P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
    My wrist is list, I’m Mr. Drippy-Drip, I’m givin’ out classes

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    30 thousand, I just hit for three (I hit for three)
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free (she gon’ fuck for free)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Dead prezis, I’m on a killin’ spree (killin’)


  • Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

    [Intro]
    Oh my god, Ronny
    Ayy

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
    They try to copy my speed
    They try to copy the spot
    Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
    Drop, Gucci on my wrist
    Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
    Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
    Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

    [Verse 1: Ronny J]
    That’s why I buy what I want
    That’s why I stay where I want
    Now I count racks for the fuck of it
    N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
    I’ma skirt off
    I got that bitch [?]
    I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
    I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Bust her for sure
    Uh, uh, uh
    My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
    Bitches they come and go like the money
    But the money come first
    Bitches they come and go like the money
    But the money come first

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
    They try to copy my speed
    They try to copy the spot
    Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
    Drop, Gucci on my wrist
    Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
    Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
    Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

    [Verse 2: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, Lil Pump
    I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
    Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
    Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
    I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
    And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
    I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
    I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
    Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
    I might pull up in a foreign
    I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
    Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
    Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
    My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
    My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
    I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
    Lil Pump

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
    They try to copy my speed
    They try to copy the spot
    Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
    Drop, Gucci on my wrist
    Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
    Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
    Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix


  • Drake – Portland (feat. Quavo & Travis Sc (More Life Album)

    [Intro: Drake]
    Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
    Yeah
    It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
    Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
    Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
    Tryna show the dogs brighter days
    Got a torch, tryna light the way
    Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
    Have fans but you let ’em down
    But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
    I’m so high up I’m like, "How is niggas really gettin’ down?"
    I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
    Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
    I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
    And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
    Bring us up, I never take us down
    But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
    Fake fuck with me back then
    But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
    Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    (Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
    Ike Turner with the left hand
    Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
    Gangland with the right hand
    Undertaker with the tattoos
    Never listen to the class rules
    Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
    I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
    You got the going out sad bitches
    I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
    You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
    I got the keys to the streets (keys)
    You got the key to defeat (defeated)
    I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
    You got the key to the bees (ugh)

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

    [Verse 3: Travis Scott]
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
    Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool
    Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
    Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
    Flood my rollie, told my bitch, "Let’s go snorkelin’!"
    Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
    No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
    (Yeah) I might just go get the fade
    Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
    It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
    Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
    The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
    I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
    I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
    Got my momma out the basement
    That’s a different type of face lift
    Free Max B out the bracelets
    Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes


  • Portland – Drake lyrics

    Lyrics Drake – Portland

    Yeahhh, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
    Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
    Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
    Tryna show the dogs brighter days
    Got a torch, tryna light the way
    Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
    Have fans but you let ’em down
    But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
    I’m so high up I’m like, “How is niggas really gettin’ down?”
    I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
    Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
    I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
    And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
    Bring us up, I never take us down
    But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
    Fake fuck with me back then
    But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
    Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now.(portland)

    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrrrt.

    (Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
    Ike Turner with the left hand
    Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
    Gangland with the right hand
    Undertaker with the tattoos
    Never listen to the class rules
    Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
    I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
    You got the going out sad bitches
    I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
    You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
    I got the keys to the streets (keys)
    You got the key to defeat (defeated)
    I got the keys to the warzone
    You got the key to the bees.

    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe.

    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
    Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool versuri-lyrics.info
    Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
    Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
    Flood my rollie, told my bitch, “Let’s go snorkelin’!”
    Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
    No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
    (Yeah) I might just go get the fade
    Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
    It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
    Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
    The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
    I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
    I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
    Got my momma out the basement
    That’s a different type of face lift
    Free Max B out the bracelets
    Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is.

    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoesss.
    Drake lyrics
    Video Drake


  • DRAKE – Portland lyrics

    (Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice…)

    It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

    Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
    Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
    Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
    Tryna show the dogs brighter days, got a torch tryna light the way
    Biting everybody which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
    Half assed but you let ’em down
    But I guess that’s how you nigga’s gettin’ down
    I’m so high up I’m like, how is nigga’s really gettin’ down?
    I could never have a kid then be out here still kiddin’ around
    Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
    I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party and I gave it to the killas just to break it down
    Bring us up, I never take us down
    But if you bring me up then they might take you down
    Fake fuck with me back then but it’s gettin hard for you to fake it now
    Fuck being rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

    Hell nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

    (Quavo)
    Young nigga, I invented you
    Mike Turner with the left hand
    Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
    Gangland with the right hand
    Undertaker with the tattoos
    Never listen to the class rules
    Switch it up would be the last move
    (Let’s go)
    I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
    You got the going out sad bitches
    I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
    You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
    I got the keys to the streets (keys)
    You got the key to defeat (defeated)
    I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
    You got the key to the bees (ugh)

    Hell nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Fuck the Benz just the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    Gettin’ loose, off that Henny, rock and that Goose
    Ocean deep in my swimming pool
    Pourin’ Dead Prez in my living room
    Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
    Flood my rollie, told my bitch, “let’s go snorkelin’”
    Out in Portland tryna get in her organs
    No I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
    Yep, I might just go get the fade buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
    It’s lit at the crib, you could stay, me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
    The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
    I guess, fuck the fuck shit, I’m biased
    I mix, double the cup with Nitrous
    Got my momma out the basement
    That’s a different type of face lift
    [?] bracelets
    Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

    Hell nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh


  • Sean Leon – Redway’s Song (feat. Redway) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

    [Verse 1 – Redway]
    (My nigga, where you been with that new shit?)
    I took some L’s and a few things
    Don’t check for niggas who ain’t checking
    And check the soldiers, I got [?]
    Addressing who’s heads is really swelling
    When really they ending this fucking pending
    I’m just factual
    While my [?] is on Complex
    That’s why I’m cocky in my context
    Now this ain’t been no contest
    Cause I don’t wanna hear no comments
    Nigga, fuck your content
    I’m playing like that prospect
    I swear I really love my queens, Jerry took me to the projects
    Y’all niggas all new scheming
    I’m getting brain from your baby like your boo teething
    So many shots now, all I know is mesh
    And So So Def, your shit is so-so, meh

    [Hook – Sean Leon]
    Nigga, why these niggas hating, why they jealous?
    Wonder who you really, nigga, tell us
    Heard they snitching on me, heard they telling
    Why these niggas hating, why they jealous?

    [Verse 2 – Sean Leon]
    Baby momma cussin’, I’m bobbing and weaving in public
    She sucker punch me, I’ll get her back when we fucking
    I sabotage with some other guys off the subject
    Some record label that wouldn’t budge out the budget
    Fuck it, I might just do it myself
    Made millions with my niggas, call that shit sharing wealth
    Yeah, my shit sold out, your shit still on the shelf
    I would’ve killed them, but they killing themselves
    Young boys hot for the dollar
    Young girls screenshotting the shotter
    Either that or they pop and they swallow
    Daddyvelli, flashing lights and confetti
    I’m Michael Jordan, Michael Phelps, Makaveli
    My girlfriend told me that we having a daughter
    My first thought was, "Shit, I’m copping a…"
    My first thought was, "Shit, I’m copping a chopper"

    [Hook – Sean Leon]
    Nigga, why these niggas hating, why they jealous?
    Wonder who you really, nigga, tell us
    Heard they snitching on me, heard they telling
    Why these niggas hating, why they jealous?

    [Instrumentation]

    [Outro]
    Every single day I’m tired
    I wash my face, crush my-, aw shit, (hold up)
    Every single day I’m tired
    Every single day I’m tired
    I wash my face, crush a nug and get higher
    Inspire, I set out to inspire
    [?] from insanity
    My intentions from instincts, my endeavors
    [?] and now or never
    Get better, I promise to get better
    And if it wasn’t for karma, you’d be bitter
    (depending on a-) depending on a feeling
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    Depending on a feeling
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    (fulfillment from a feeling)
    I [?] feeling well


  • Flo Rida – Game Time (feat. Sage The Gemini)

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time

    [Verse 1: Flo Rida]
    I’mma hustler, baby, why you think they pay me?
    Let me know when you’re ready to roll
    Do 180 in the gray Mercedes
    South Beach where they love me the most
    And you know they gon’ watch me balling like I’m Michael Jordan
    And always win like he did in the fourth
    When the shots is falling and the phone’s recordin’
    Yeah, you know that we doing the most

    [Pre-Chorus: Flo Rida]
    We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
    Like we won the championship game
    We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time

    [Verse 2: Sage the Gemini]
    I’mma let you shop until your feet is sore
    I’mma [?] the credit card made from [?]
    It’s game time and I’m in the post
    Nah, me and your ex can’t have the same score
    Tryna hit the end zone ‘fore the friend zone
    And maybe bring friends to the end zone
    It’s up to you when we in Syracuse
    Get you hot and cool you down, I got the damn flu

    [Pre-Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
    We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
    Like we won the championship game
    We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time

    [Verse 3: Sage the Gemini]
    Step back, hit ’em with the shake
    Cross over, going hard in the paint
    Hit that, money in the bank
    All star, watch me do it all day
    Step back, hit ’em with the shake
    Cross over, going hard in the green
    Hit that, money in the bank
    All star, going hard

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time