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  • Kendrick Lamar – FEEL Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me

    [Verse 1]
    I feel like a chip on my shoulders
    I feel like I’m losin’ my focus
    I feel like I’m losin’ my patience
    I feel like my thoughts in the basement
    Feel like, I feel like you’re miseducated
    Feel like I don’t wanna be bothered
    I feel like you may be the problem
    I feel like it ain’t no tomorrow, fuck the world
    The world is endin’, I’m done pretendin’
    And fuck you if you get offended
    I feel like friends been overrated
    I feel like the family been fakin’
    I feel like the feelings are changin’
    Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
    Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
    Feel like I ain’t feelin’ you all
    Feel like removin’ myself, no feelings involved
    I feel for you, I’ve been in the field for you
    It’s real for you, right? Shit, I feel like—

    [Chorus]
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Ain’t nobody prayin’

    [Verse 2]
    I feel niggas been out of pocket
    I feel niggas tappin’ they pockets
    I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
    I am legend, I feel like all of y’all is peasants
    I feel like all of y’all is desperate
    I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
    Mike Jordan whenever holdin’ a real mic
    I ain’t feelin’ your presence
    Feel like I’ma learn you a lesson
    Feel like only me and the music, though
    I feel like your feelin’ ain’t mutual
    I feel like the enemy you should know
    Feel like the feelin’ of no hope
    The feelin’ of bad dope
    A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
    The feelin’, the feelin’ of false freedom
    I’ll force-feed ’em the poison that fill ’em up in the prison
    I feel like it’s just me
    Look, I feel like I can’t breathe
    Look, I feel like I can’t sleep
    Look, I feel heartless, often off this
    Feelin’ of fallin’, of fallin’ apart with
    Darkest hours, lost it
    Fillin’ the void of bein’ employed with ballin’
    Streets is talkin’, fill in the blanks with coffins
    Fill up the banks with dollars
    Fill up the graves with fathers
    Fill up the babies with bullshit
    Internet blogs and pulpit, fill ’em with gossip
    I feel like this gotta be the feelin’ what ‘Pac was
    The feelin’ of an apocalypse happenin’
    But nothin’ is awkward, the feelin’ won’t prosper
    The feelin’ is toxic, I feel like I’m boxin’ demons
    Monsters, false prophets schemin’
    Sponsors, industry promises
    Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
    Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
    Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
    Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
    I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
    I can feel it, the dream is more than process
    I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
    I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
    I feel like say somethin’, I feel like take somethin’
    I feel like skatin’ off, I feel like waitin’ for ’em
    Maybe it’s too late for ’em
    I feel like the whole world want me to pray for ’em
    But who the fuck prayin’ for me?

    [Outro]
    Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
    Who prayin’ for me?
    Ain’t nobody prayin’


  • Tory Lanez – Slow Down (Chixtape 4 Album)

    [Hook]
    Slow down, it’s for you
    Slow down, nigga wanna know you
    Slow down, When I fall through
    (Slow down, When I fall through)

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah nobody put it on me, the way you put it on me
    As a kid nobody put it on me, way you been doin’ that, the way you did it on me (oh)
    Coulda had ya, I did it wrongly
    Could’ve bagged ya, bid it on me
    Even back when my niggas was sippin’ Henny on me
    He was like "I betcha can’t bag Maggie", I had a goalie
    She was gwanin’, pretty dawskie, pulled up on it
    Got the number, now I’m scorin’, Mike Jordan
    Fuck them niggas, you know them niggas-type boring
    Fly with me, ‘cuz you know a nigga type soaring
    Gettin’ that pussy and I’m like Gordon
    Sex in it yeah and the dirty Sprite pouring
    Got a nigga feelin’ like we on a night flooring
    Even if we on a night floor but
    Hit the department stores in the mall and buy everything ya like, spoilin’
    Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya
    Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya
    Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya

    [Interlude]
    [?] I guess yeah
    I guess [?] feel lik
    This shit is supposed to be like it used to be like
    [?]
    You know [?]

    [Verse 2]
    And when I put it on you
    Tell me you gon’ let me put it on you
    Tell me you gon’ let me pull up on you
    Sell me and hop in that brand new coupe
    Songs like this remind me of Keisha
    Times like this remind me of Teesha
    Used to sneak in, while yo mum’s sleepin’
    And we will play it all, blackings on TV
    Riskin’ it all up in these dark streets
    Tellin’ you I love you for the wrong reasons
    Tellin’ you I love you when they start squeezing
    But really I just need somewhere to come creeping
    I never meant wrong, but I.. couldn’t been honest, I-I know I’m wrong but a 4 ‘o clock form is all in the morning
    Have me gwanin’ and gonin’ off for you baby
    I fell halfway for you, I did that thing for you
    Made this pathway for two
    How you goin’ act like it ain’t for you know
    We can change, winter to the summer on a cruise oh
    Turn around, look up by the pool
    Starin’ down, looking at my view why you look up at the views oooh

    [Outro]
    Slow down
    Slow down
    Slow down


  • Tory Lanez – Slow Down lyrics

    [Hook]
    Slow down, it’s for you
    Slow down, nigga wanna know you
    Slow down, When I fall through
    (Slow down, When I fall through)

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah nobody put it on me, the way you put it on me
    I see can nobody put it on me, why you been doin’ that, the way you did it on me (oh)
    Could I act ya did it wrongly?
    Could’ve backed ya, bid it on me
    He be back on my niggas, we sippin’ Henney on me
    He was like I betcha, came back maggie, I had a goalie
    She was gwanin’, pretty dawskie, pulled up on it
    Got the number, now I’m scorin’, Mike Jordan
    Fuck them niggas, you know them niggas-type boring
    Fly with me, ‘cuz you know a nigga type soaring
    Gettin’ that pussy and I’m like Gordon
    Sex in it yeah and the dirty Sprite pouring
    Got a nigga feelin’ like we on a night flooring
    Even if we on a night floor but
    Hit the department stores in the mall and buy everything ya like, sportin’
    Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya
    Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya
    Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya

    [Interlude]
    [?] I guess yeah
    I guess [?] feel lik
    This shit is supposed to be like it used to be like
    [?]
    You know [?]

    [Verse 2]
    And when I put it on you
    Tell me you gon’ let me put it on you
    Tell me you gon’ let me pull up on you
    Sell me and hope in that brand new coupe
    Songs like this remind me of Keisha
    Times like this remind me of Teesha
    Used to sneakin’, why yo mom’s leaving?
    And we will play it all, blackings on TV
    Riskin’ it all up in these dark streets
    Tellin’ you I love you for the wrong reasons
    Tellin’ you I love you when they start squeezing
    But really I just need somewhere to come creeping
    I never meant wrong, but I.. couldn’t been honest, I-I know I’m wrong but a 4 ‘o clock form is all in the morning
    Have me gwanin’ and gonin’ off on you baby
    I fell halfway for you, I did that thing for you
    Made this pathway for two
    How you goin’ act like you for you know
    We can change, winter to the summer on a cruise oh
    Turn around, look up by the pool
    Starin’ down, looking at my view why you look up at the views oooh

    [Outro]
    Slow down
    Slow down
    Slow down


  • DJ Mustard – Don’t Hurt Me (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Intro: YG]
    Mustard on the beat, ho!

    [Verse 1: Jeremih]
    Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
    I just wanna fuck, I make the bed shake
    She wanna spend some time, now that’s a Rollie
    Shawty ride the dick, just like it’s stolen
    Met her at the Westin with her bestie
    Kissin’, they were sweatin’, doin’ lip things
    Had to get up in that lil thang, yeah that lil thang
    Let her rock the mic, yeah, no lipsync
    They say that it’s last call, so let’s ball
    Tryna have that ass thrown on that pole
    Throw it back like retro, like it’s retro
    Baby, baby, let’s go, girl let’s go
    [Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
    We take it to my room, yeah
    Ain’t no need to talk
    When that ass on me and the lights off
    Baby, I know what to do with it
    Give her what she want
    Now she wanna fuck a nigga all the time

    [Hook: Jeremih]
    Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
    I just wanna fuck, and get my cake ate
    You wanna spend some time, that’s a Rollie
    I’ma ride his D, like it’s stolen
    I met him in the Hills out in LA
    Took me for a cruise, yeah, Penelope
    Had to sit up on that big thing, that big thing
    Super duper freak, yeah, like Rick James
    They say that it’s last call, for that bar
    Tryna get that peach Myx Moscato
    Make it clap like when the home team score
    Baby don’t you hurt me like before

    [Pre-Hook: Nicki Minaj]
    Take you to my room, yeah
    Ain’t no need to talk
    When this thing in your mouth, down South
    Baby, you know what to do with it
    Gave him what she want
    Now he wanna hit your girl all the time

    [Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
    Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
    All these bitches beggin’ me to pass the baton
    All these bitches tryna fit my crown and my wand
    Bitches still my sons, get your sonogram on
    Just a nick of time I did the cover of TIME
    Gettin’ a million dollars just to stand there and rhyme
    Even if you was Curry, bitch, there’s still a LeBron
    But let’s face it, I’m Curry, with rings like LeBron
    Added my rings up, that’s Mike Jordan
    I told bitches when I switched my flow four times
    I’d be damned if a bitch nigga eat off mine
    All this cake make a broke nigga beat off, huh?
    I’m just lookin’ for a man, fuck a B-O-Y

    [Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me