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  • Taylor Swift – False God Lyrics

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    [Verse 1]
    We were crazy to think
    Crazy to think that this could work
    Remember how I said I’d die for you?
    We were stupid to jump
    In the ocean separating us
    Remember how I’d fly to you?

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
    Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
    I’m New York City
    I still do it for you, babe
    They all warned us about times like this
    They say the road gets hard and you get lost
    When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith

    [Chorus]
    But we might just get away with it
    Religion’s in your lips
    Even if it’s a false god
    We’d still worship
    We might just get away with it
    The altar is my hips
    Even if it’s a false god
    We’d still worship this love
    We’d still worship this love
    We’d still worship this love

    [Verse 2]
    I know heaven’s a thing
    I go there when you touch me, honey
    Hell is when I fight with you
    But we can patch it up good
    Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness
    Got the wine for you

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this
    Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
    You’re the West Village
    You still do it for me, babe
    They all warned us about times like this
    They say the road gets hard and you get lost
    When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith

    [Chorus]
    But we might just get away with it
    Religion’s in your lips
    Even if it’s a false god
    We’d still worship
    We might just get away with it
    The altar is my hips
    Even if it’s a false god
    We’d still worship this love
    We’d still worship this love
    We’d still worship this love, ah

    [Outro]
    Still worship this love
    Even if it’s a false god
    Even if it’s a false god
    Still worship this love


  • Lana Del Rey – Looking For America Lyrics

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    [Verse 1]
    Took a trip to San Francisco
    All  our friends said we would jive
    Didn’t  work, so I left for Fresno
    It was quite a scenic drive
    Pulled over to watch the children in the park
    Used  to only worry about them after dark

    [Chorus]
    I’m  still looking for my own version of America
    One without the gun, where the flag can freely fly
    No  bombs in the sky, only fireworks when you and I collide
    It’s just a dream I had in mind
    It’s just a dream I had in mind
    It’s just a dream I had in mind

    [Verse 2]
    Took  a flight to New York City
    I miss that Hudson River line
    Took the train back to Lake Placid
    That’s another space and time
    Where we used to go to drive-ins and listen to the blues
    So many things that I think twice about before I do, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I’m still looking for my own version of America
    One without the gun, where the flag can freely fly
    No bombs in the sky, only fireworks when you and I collide
    It’s just a dream I had in mind
    It’s just a dream I had in mind
    It’s just a dream I had in mind

    [Outro]
    It’s just a dream I had in mind


  • Tory Lanez – Don Queen (Don Q Diss) Lyrics

    [Skit: Nicki Minaj & Funkmaster Flex]
    —Don’t gotta do that
    And Don Q together
    Who’s that?
    Yeah, yeah, because they was—they…
    Who’s that?

    [Intro]
    Yo, we only doin’ this shit once
    It get real frightening, you know?
    I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
    Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
    Canada!

    [Verse]
    Uh, live from the DM, I’m hollerin’ at your BM
    We discussin’ which color casket you ’bout to leave in
    I did this shit for no reason, I’m lettin’ rookies battle
    But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie’s shadow?
    Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
    How could I beef with a dude only poppin’ in four cities?
    I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
    And now I’m fully open, I play the bully on ’em
    Call for your squad, you rest, you get decimated
    You lookin’ like a Styles P nephew that never made it
    Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me
    ’Cause we was poppin’ in New York and every hood that you see
    The day you beat me will be the day you see see
    HOT 97 feedin’ you more lovin’ than they feed me
    Don’t let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC
    Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y’all on TV
    Only one of y’all’ll see awards and eat with the stars
    It ain’t really hard to figure out who I’m speakin’ up for
    Now that my foot and knee in the door, let’s talk about it, no walkin’ out it
    We ’bout to see Le’Quincy body with the chalk around it
    I got the full baggage
    You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain’t even the full package
    Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat
    Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me?
    I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back
    He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak
    You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy
    And somehow you think you fuckin’ with me
    The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free
    And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
    Nigga please, this your brother part
    This nigga found Soulja Boy’s Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art
    Why battle with A Boogie’s shadow?
    Why battle with A Boogie’s shadow?
    He ain’t even a chapter, he ain’t even a factor
    QP and Bubba touchin’ way more money than him, they ain’t even the rappers
    It hurts when you kill a nigga you love
    Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that’s slugs
    Chewin’ these niggas with no ingestion
    I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it’s time to go get tested
    It’s a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected
    You really out here fuckin’ raw with a scrotum infection
    And what’s worse is you know it, still you go unprotected
    You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record
    See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section
    Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up
    ‘Cause them pills ain’t workin’ for every time it flare up
    Yuck, I’ma let you breathe on that
    I’m really beggin’ that you think about your physical health
    You’ll never see your fuckin’ album on a physical shelf
    I’ll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
    You never flipped it to sell
    You’re not a hustler, your daddy was a customer
    I got the info from your baby mama playin’ nympho
    You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain’t enough for you to pay those rentals
    You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it
    My whole mood I showed y’all fuck it
    My dick, I done told y’all suck it
    I’ll punch your fat ass in your stomach
    And make everything in it go up it
    You wrote a tape for your nigga that died
    You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live
    Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie
    ‘Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five
    Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain’t the one to shoot
    Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
    Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist
    ‘Cause you lil’ niggas scared to get punched in your face
    Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
    Invest in a better vest
    Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest
    Quit actin’ like you the mob
    You tryna play Gianni
    But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne
    The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over
    I got an extra long clip that’ll hit your soldiers
    My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders
    I’ll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence
    Uh, not the money on the head
    40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head
    I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread
    I can have the whole Highbridge comin’ for his head
    Top floor, Glock’s stocked in the top drawer by the 38
    Bound to bring Le’Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates
    Your daughter just came from turnin’ eight
    And takin’ L’s right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate?
    All this blood make me regurgitate
    Don’t let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate
    But since we’re goin’ here, I’ll let you know I’m here
    ‘Cause this record right here’s ’bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career
    I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider
    You mad at my nigga Mula ’cause his shit hotter
    I know how it feels
    Nah, I’m lyin’, I don’t know how it feels
    I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I’m s’posed to be real
    And I don’t know how exposin’ me feel, fuck nigga

    [Outro]
    Just to keep it real, I’m only doin’ this shit with you once
    You know, I…. I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though
    I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know?
    This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you’re gettin’ right now
    I know you not used to this, you a little frightened
    But it’s okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga
    And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know?
    Like… I hope I did that for you
    Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga
    Wild fuckin’ ugly, nigga
    You wild ugly, nigga
    Fuck outta here


  • Anne-Marie – Perfect 2 Me Lyrics

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Don’t feel like putting makeup on my cheeks
    Do what I wanna
    Love every single part of my body
    Top to the bottom
    I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
    I’m okay with not being perfect

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (ooh, woah, ooh)
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (ooh, woah, ooh)
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (ooh)

    [Verse 1]
    No matter where I go, everybody stares at me
    Not into fancy clothes, I’m rockin’ baggy jeans
    Gettin’ too close for comfort but comfort is what I need
    So I eat my body weight in chocolate and ice cream, huh
    Maybe I bite my nails and don’t think before I speak
    Don’t fit in any crowd, don’t ever get much sleep
    I wish my legs were bigger, bigger than New York City
    And I’ll love who I want to love, ’cause this love is gender-free

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Don’t feel like putting makeup on my cheeks
    Do what I wanna
    Love every single part of my body
    Top to the bottom
    I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
    I’m okay with not being perfect

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na)
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me

    [Verse 2]
    Sometimes I wake up late and don’t even brush my teeth
    Just wanna stuff my face with leftover mac and cheese
    You know I get depressed, are you impressed with my honesty?
    Still I’ll wear what I wanna wear ’cause I’m cool with what’s underneath, mmm
    I wanna kiss someone that I’ll never see again
    I wanna go somewhere and go there with all my friends
    I wanna take my family to go and see Eminem
    ‘Cause my sister’s been in love with him since like we were 10

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Don’t feel like putting makeup on my cheeks
    Do what I wanna
    Love every single part of my body
    Top to the bottom
    I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
    I’m okay with not being perfect

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na)
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me (la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me

    [Bridge]
    If you don’t wanna wear makeup, don’t wear makeup
    If you don’t wanna break up, then kiss and make up
    Remember if you wanna, you can go home
    You can say that enough is enough, ah
    Alright, this is your time
    Time for your life to be yours

    [Outro]
    Don’t feel like putting makeup on my cheeks (oh, oh)
    Do what I wanna (no, no, no)
    Love every single part of my body (I love every single part of my body)
    Top to the bottom
    I’m not a supermodel from a magazine (yeah)
    I’m okay with not being perfect
    ‘Cause that’s perfect to me


  • DJ ESCO – Psychedelik Smoke Lyrics

    [Intro: Future]
    What are those arts?
    Chiefin’ on some good herb
    Esco, 5 up

    [Chorus: Future]
    Psychedelic flow, smokin’ kush by the pound
    Got some girls in my condo, I’ma pimp ’em if they down
    Hoe ass niggas wit’ some high-class swagger
    I would come to where you at, but I’m on another level
    Psychedelic flow, roll some kush, let’s get high
    Let the weed take your spirit over and relax your mind
    Champagne bubble bath, hope I don’t drown
    Let me inhale the smoke, now my head in the clouds

    [Verse 1: Future]
    Roll up then get some papers
    Then roll me up some reefer
    I’m still [?] my mind
    Go fire me up some diesel
    I treat it like it’s legal
    Get higher than a eagle
    I’m layed up in the crib; me and some mamacitas
    We live a life of luxury and everything beneath us
    They treat us like some criminals and never thought we’d be here
    They can’t even compare niggas like me, I’m out in Egypt
    My nigga just went up for appeal, he want his freedom
    It’s like George Clint’, P-Funk era, we just on syrup
    I keep pourin’ activist codeine, my drink is sterile
    I’m a rockstar rapper type nigga, I’m just on steroids
    I got pretty New York City bitches, I’m like that A-Rod

    [Chorus: Future]
    Psychedelic flow, smokin’ kush by the pound
    Got some girls in my condo, I’ma pimp ’em if they down
    Hoe ass niggas wit’ some high-class swagger
    I would come to where you at, but I’m on another level
    Psychedelic flow, roll some kush, let’s get high
    Let the weed take your spirit over and relax your mind
    Champagne bubble bath, hope I don’t drown
    Let me inhale the smoke, now my head in the clouds

    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Psychedelic kush, that’s that Louie 13
    Got some niggas out in New York, send them 20 pounds a week
    I be stayin’ medicated, every day I’m meditated
    If I’m movin’ too slow, bitch, that probably mean I’m probably faded
    Been aound them drugs, but I just stick to marijuana
    Niggas get to actin’ up, we hit ’em wit’ the llama
    Had me open up, but all these bitches came for Dolla
    Niggas tried to sound like me, but they can’t fuck with Dolla
    And you know I’m reppin’ Taylor
    Homies twistin’ Backwoods, but you know I fuck with papers
    I just came from Jungle Boys, the blessed me with the flavors
    I would come to where you at, but, lil’ bitch, I’m too major

    [Chorus: Future]
    Psychedelic flow, smokin’ kush by the pound
    Got some girls in my condo, I’ma pimp ’em if they down
    Hoe ass niggas wit’ some high-class swagger
    I would come to where you at, but I’m on another level
    Psychedelic flow, roll some kush, let’s get high
    Let the weed take your spirit over and relax your mind
    Champagne bubble bath, hope I don’t drown
    Let me inhale the smoke, now my head in the clouds


  • Flatbush Zombies – U&I (feat. Dia)

    [Intro: Dia]
    Don’t be anxious, or impatient
    ‘Cause I-I-I want to hold you close and never let go

    [Bridge: Juice]
    Yeah, she said baby don’t go, but you and I got to be for you and I
    This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin’ in the sky
    And I get so high that I forgot ’bout last night, right
    Yeah, she said baby don’t go, but you and I got to be for you and I
    This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin’ in the sky
    And I get so high that I forgot ’bout last night, right

    [Chorus: Erick & Juice]
    In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
    We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
    If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
    If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
    In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
    We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
    If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
    If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)

    [Verse 1: Erick]
    Ooh, I say we struggle
    It’s hard livin’, streets have been unforgivin’
    Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners
    ‘Cause these my brothers, love ’em to death
    Written in stone, so when I’m gone, they huggin’ our breath
    Don’t frequent Hell, Gorillaz-pin on lapel
    There’s 6 grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself
    Growin’ and breakin’ ties, cryin’ and savin’ lives
    Couldn’t be discontent, temptation arrives

    [Verse 2: Juice]
    Yeah, I’m patiently waiting
    But I don’t really give a fuck if we ain’t in your rotation
    I put the heart up on this bitch and can’t nobody take it
    Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon’ make it
    Check it, but these my brothers, love ’em to death
    Written in stone, until I’m gone, we puffin’ the death
    No concern, nah, compare us, how?
    Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan’s shuttin’ down now

    [Verse 3: Erick]
    I put the bread down on something I wanted for years
    If my brother need some money, man I prolly sell that shit hey
    Break it into pieces, ooh wow there it is
    Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist
    Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate
    This is why I love you dog, smokin’ at your mama’s crib
    My brother not a local, my brother travel continents
    No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit

    [Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
    Debra’s only son, he was conceived in King’s County
    That was ’89, by ’92 he was already rowdy
    Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child
    And his momma workin’ three jobs, one was dealin’ with drama
    ‘Cause I was wildin’, he used to rarely see his father
    They seperated, couldn’t keep his dick in his pajamas
    Because he was out there hustlin’, tryin’ to be a provider
    Tryin’ to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars
    They tell you ’bout my family, that bipolar disorder
    And due to karma my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter
    When I was 5, I told my mama I wanted to die
    And then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lie
    Man, this life is filled with stress
    So much oppressed, call New York City "9"
    I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I’m blessed
    My gran’ died from cancer, I quit them cigarettes
    Weight of world on my shoulder, I just finished my reps
    All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex
    Feelin’ so self destructive, like I’m clingin’ to death
    Took my 5 digit check and copped some bigger baguettes
    Take a look at my writing, finger charm on my neck
    Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won’t prevail
    I really be shopping for happiness, but that shit ain’t for sale
    But if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it well
    I heard that blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers
    But these my brothers, they ain’t got real brothers to know the difference
    And Erick if I could, I’d give your mama my kidney
    ‘Cause she’s my momma too
    I promise you I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
    Load .45 Rat-tat, homicide for my niggas
    Word up, ’cause you my brothers, love ’em to death
    Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest
    To prove to you that it’s Zombie gang, rotten flesh
    That’s to the death, nigga—no more, nothing less
    True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed
    I’m takin’ care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees
    For custody, she wildin’ out on court, I’m like, "Give that bitch what she needs."
    (Order in the court!) Judge please (order!)
    I guess I still got alot to maturin’ to do
    I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin’ to do
    This game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through
    Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through
    Ooh, it’s Darky baby, a whole different hue
    My grand-daddy got 8 balls, come and get a cue
    I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue
    Headshot, red dot, now make a move

    [Chorus: Erick & Juice]
    In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
    We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
    If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
    If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
    In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
    We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
    If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
    If I miss you (If I miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)


  • Lady Gaga – Panty Party Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Oh oh oh
    Welcome to the Panty Circus
    Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
    Ladies and gentlemen, Lady Gaga (Gaga)

    [Verse 1]
    Who’s that girl?
    Running round with no clothes on
    Heels in the ground
    Almost famous on the scene
    She looks like a celebrity
    Who’s that girl?
    She’s so shiny
    Ain’t no way her waist that tiny
    Sequins in her hair
    Homegirl doesn’t care

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Baby shake your fanny, fanny
    Let me see them pretty panties

    [Chorus]
    Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
    We get naughty, at the panty party
    It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
    Let’s get naughty, at the panty party

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh whoah, whoah ah
    Oh whoah, whoah ah

    [Verse 2]
    What are you doing over there?
    We’re gonna play in underwear
    Spanky pants, curious
    Bubble wraper, furious
    Who’s that girl?
    She’s so pretty
    Bet you she’s from New York City
    Sequins in her hair
    Homegirl doesn’t care

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Baby shake your fanny, fanny
    Let me see them pretty panties

    [Chorus]
    Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
    We get naughty, at the panty party
    It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
    Let’s get naughty, at the panty party

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh whoah, whoah ah
    Oh whoah, whoah ah
    Oh whoah, whoah ah
    Oh whoah, whoah ah

    [Bridge]
    Baby shake your fanny, fanny
    Let me see them pretty panties
    Baby shake your fanny, fanny
    Let me see them pretty panties

    [Chorus]
    Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
    We get naughty, at the panty party
    It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
    Let’s get naughty, at the panty party
    Oh oh, I lost my clothes but everybody knows
    We get naughty, at the panty party
    It’s time to get undressed and make it glamorous
    Let’s get naughty, at the panty party


  • Are ASAP Rocky and Model Tina Kunakey Dating ?


    ASAP Rocky and smoking hot VC model Tina Kunakey are dating.

    The Harlem rapper and the Tina sparked dating rumors over the weekend when they were spotted showing some PDA while walking in New York City. A$AP, born Rakim Mayers, is notorious for dating models and was last linked to Kendall Jenner. The rapper and Jenner split earlier this year and already he is moving on to another hot model.

    Paparazzi snapped Rocky and Tina holding hands and sharing a few laughed as they made a stroll through the streets of the Big Apple. Aside from banging models and making some appearances at fashion shows and in fashion magazines, ASAP Rocky is currently working on two musical projects due sometime soon.

    The ASAP Mob leader is reportedly working on a joint album with French Montana and also his next solo effort that has been in the works for several months now. “Me and Rocky got a project,” French Montana said during a recent interview. “[We’ll] be coming out with it real soon.” ASAP says that his upcoming solo album will feature a new sound that he is testing in an effort to not sound like everyone else currently.

    #NewCoupleAlert ? #ASAPRocky appears to have a #newgirlfriend in #TinaKunakeyDiVita. The two were spotted looking #verycozy as they strolled around New York together. A$AP, whose real name is #RakimMayers, was last romantically linked to #KendallJenner. Last year Tina dated French actor #VincentCassel – who turns 51 next week – for a number of months.

    A post shared by ?City Alert? (@cityalert) on Nov 16, 2017 at 8:12pm PST


  • VERITE – When you’re gone

    Sitting in depression
    Always carving me irreverent
    If I pray the wayward lesson
    But your mouth can do it better
    Then some god who don’t speak

    Fucking up my language
    Make some words, we’re never fading
    If you stay, say you’ll save me
    You can take it all away
    When you leave I’ll feel the same

    I don’t mind you leaving when the damage is done
    And I don’t mind, I feel the same when you’re gone

    ‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
    I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
    There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
    I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

    ‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
    I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
    There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
    I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

    Baby take me back to New York City
    Where the stars don’t ever see me
    I can hide under the scenery of a saturated sky
    Just some conjugated meaning
    Watch the light drip down your face
    And when you’ll leave I’ll feel the same

    I don’t mind you leaving when the damage is done
    And I don’t mind, I feel the same when you’re gone

    [Instrumental break]

    ‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
    I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
    There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
    I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

    ‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
    I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
    There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
    I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

    (I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)
    (I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)
    (I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)


  • Hot sauce – Young M.A lyrics

    Lyrics Young M.A – Hot sauce

    Straight off the top
    M.A bring them hoes out
    Redlyfe bring them poles out.(hot sauce)

    Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
    I’m already sipping
    Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
    And my b*tch, she already tripping
    Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, “bro you good?”
    I’m like, “nah bro, let me hit it”
    Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
    Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
    I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
    My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
    Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
    I ain’t got time for this b*tch (I don’t got time for this b*tch)
    Throwing ones like money grow on trees
    So when I look down all I see is green
    Never look for love in the strip club
    Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
    Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
    Where you think you going with that big butt?
    Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
    My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
    Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
    Not the only one with a gun, guy
    My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
    Head shot, hit the boy one time
    Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
    I used to bag the work in them apartments
    Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
    If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
    While they making disses I’m just making hits
    ‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
    This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
    But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
    Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
    She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
    Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
    Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
    Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
    Oh well, at least my b*tch is with me ho
    This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
    She get in her Birk when they put this on
    Owww, that’s the thot call
    OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
    My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
    If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
    My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
    I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
    Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
    Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
    b*tch I got that hot sauce
    So NY with these Timbs on
    And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
    Cause it’s all about my b*tches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
    You don’t got no hot sauce
    You are not hot, you a knockoff
    f*ck around boy and get your top knocked off
    Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
    And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
    And you know this the beat I can bop on
    Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
    Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
    OOOUUUUUU versuri-lyrics.info
    Yeah we got that hot sauce
    But you niggas got no hot sauce
    This the type of beat I can bop on
    I need a quick thot that can top off
    This the year that I really get my guap on
    And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
    It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
    Redlyfe got that hot sauce
    Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
    Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
    You don’t got no hot sauce
    Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauceee.
    Young M.A
    Video sauce


  • Young M.A – Hot Sauce

    [Intro]
    Straight off the top
    M.A bring them hoes out
    Redlyfe bring them poles out

    [Verse]
    Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
    I’m already sipping
    Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
    And my bitch, she already tripping
    Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
    I’m like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
    Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
    Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
    I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
    My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
    Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
    I ain’t got time for this bitch (I don’t got time for this bitch)
    Throwing ones like money grow on trees
    So when I look down all I see is green
    Never look for love in the strip club
    Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
    Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
    Where you think you going with that big butt?
    Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
    My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
    Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
    Not the only one with a gun, guy
    My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
    Head shot, hit the boy one time
    Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
    I used to bag the work in them apartments
    Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
    If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
    While they making disses I’m just making hits
    ‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
    This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
    But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
    Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
    She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
    Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
    Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
    Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
    Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
    This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
    She get in her Birk when they put this on
    Owww, that’s the thot call
    OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
    My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
    If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
    My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
    I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
    Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
    Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
    Bitch I got that hot sauce
    So NY with these Timbs on
    And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
    Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
    You don’t got no hot sauce
    You are not hot, you a knockoff
    Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
    Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
    And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
    And you know this the beat I can bop on
    Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
    Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
    OOOUUU
    Yeah we got that hot sauce
    But you niggas got no hot sauce
    This the type of beat I can bop on
    I need a quick thot that can top off
    This the year that I really get my guap on
    And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
    It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
    Redlyfe got that hot sauce
    Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
    Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
    You don’t got no hot sauce
    Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce


  • Ricky Martin – Livin’ La Vida Loca

    She’s into superstitions
    Black cats and voodoo dolls
    I feel a premonition
    That girl’s gonna make me fall
    She’s into new sensation
    New kicks in the candlelight
    She’s got a new addiction
    For every day and night
    She’ll make you take your
    Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
    She’ll make you live her crazy life
    But she’ll take away your pain
    Like a bullet to your brain

    Upside inside out
    She’s livin’ la vida loca
    She’ll push and pull you down
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Her lips are devil red
    And her skin’s the color of mocha
    She will wear you out
    Livin’ la vida loca
    She’s livin la vida loca

    Woke up in New York City
    In a funky cheap hotel
    She took my heart
    And she took my money
    She must’ve slipped me a sleepin’ pill
    She never drinks the water
    And makes you order
    French champagne
    Once you’ve has a taste of her
    You’ll never be the same
    Yeah, she’ll make you go insane

    Upside inside out
    She’s livin’ la vida loca
    She’ll push and pull you down
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Her lips are devil red
    And her skin’s the color of mocha
    She will wear you out
    Livin’ la vida loca
    She’s livin la vida loca

    She’ll make you take your
    Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
    She’ll make you live her crazy life
    Until you go insane
    No, you’ll never be the same

    Upside inside out
    She’s livin’ la vida loca
    She’ll push and pull you down
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Her lips are devil red
    And her skin’s the color of mocha
    She will wear you out
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Livin’ la vida loca

    Upside inside out
    She’s livin’ la vida loca
    She’ll push and pull you down
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Her lips are devil red
    And her skin’s the color of mocha
    She will wear you out
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Livin’ la vida loca
    Livin’ la vida loca


  • Pitbull – International Love

    You can’t catch me boy
    I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
    Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
    Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
    Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
    But for now forget about that
    Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    I don’t play football
    But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
    I don’t play baseball
    But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
    I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
    And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
    In Romania she pulled me to the side
    And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
    In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
    And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
    Been all around the world
    But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
    I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
    En cuba la cosa esta dura
    But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
    En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
    Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
    In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
    And their thongs, blue yellow and green
    En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
    Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
    Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
    So don’t ever change
    I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    You’re international, so international
    You’re international, so international
    You’re international, so international
    Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
    Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love


  • SpankJusBizness – Weight Up

    [Hook]
    Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
    Every other day we hittin licks
    Pull In off the top when its litt
    And they already know we with the shits uhh
    Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
    Get ya weight up not ya hate up
    I’m been on my grind for a minute now
    It feel like I’m on a escalator

    [First Verse]
    New York City got they swag back
    Yea Fab got these niggas wearing dad hats
    Heard Diddy run the city I need dat back
    Find a bitie from ya city on my Snapchat
    When you see that Teamjusbizness that’s the
    Hashtag
    Do like a Pharoe
    My cousin call me hatep
    And I’m from the city where them
    Two planes crashed at
    The same place the whole Wu-Tang
    Got they cash at
    I was Born on the same day as fifty cent
    So you kno a Nigga thugged out militant
    Hated on by my many men
    Trying to get them M&M’s
    Lox big and Kim been said its bout them Benjamins
    Gotta bring jigga in couldn’t leave that nigga out he the one who showed me what this rap shit was all about
    Listening to Dmx wheeling a bmx
    Now I’m on hot 9 and they don’t want to see him flex
    Woah

    [Hook]
    Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
    Every other day we hittin licks
    Pull In off the top when its litt
    And they already know we with the shits uhh
    Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
    Get ya weight up not ya hate up
    I’m been on my grind for a minute now
    It feel like I’m on a escalator

    [Second Verse]
    I don’t even know why niggas fronting
    When They already know I’m not wit nothing
    If shawty in the vip you know she fuccin
    If shawty in the whip you know she fuccin
    Woah
    Get familiar With this cash cow
    Milk the game for this money Then I cash out
    Throwing shade cuz I made it
    And they hate It
    Prolly
    Wishing it was them. Trynna spend they life savings
    Yah
    Good god
    You niggas lookin like frauds
    How you rapping I know niggas doing better wit a job
    You was better off trying to sell hard
    And tell them lil fake scammers I’ll pull his fuccin card
    I don’t really feel like buying out the bar saw a brand new audermar I feel like buying that Tomorr
    I ain’t trying to flex on em cuz I got a check
    On em yea I got next on em pull up like sets on em uhh
    Hook

    [Hook]
    Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
    Every other day we hittin licks
    Pull In off the top when its litt
    And they already know we with the shits uhh
    Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
    Get ya weight up not ya hate up
    I’m been on my grind for a minute now
    It feel like I’m on a escalator


  • Cam’ron – Welcome To New York City (feat. Jay-Z & Juelz Santana)

    Turn the motherfuckin’ music up
    Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Welcome to the Empire State
    Home of the World Trade
    Birthplace of Michael Jordan
    Home of Biggie Smalls
    Roc-A-Fella headquaters
    Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
    Brooklyn, Harlem World
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
    Stand the fuck up

    I’m a B.K. brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
    Pure coke copper, get your order up
    I bring ’em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
    It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ’em to Florida
    Rucker game attender; with the Bent parked
    On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
    I ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
    At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
    Next to Spike if you pan left to right
    I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
    But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
    It be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
    I go off the head when I’m rambling on the mic
    And I go off the feds when I’m scrambling at night
    And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
    But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)

    It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
    We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
    Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
    Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    Yo, there’s a war goin’ on outside no man is safe from
    It don’t matter if you three feet or eight-one
    You’ll get eight from the nine and straight blown
    Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
    Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
    Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
    You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
    Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
    Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle
    Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool
    In front of Sparks body Castellano
    Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano
    It’s la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya
    They’ll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur
    Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
    Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught
    Midnight pitch fights, another victim
    Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
    We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
    Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
    Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    I’m from 101, west a Hund 40th, this shit is live
    5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
    You’re on 22nd, hit you from two-one
    That’s on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
    Coverage at Centre Street
    Got Brafman defendin’ me
    Cause New York’ll miss me if I’m locked in the penitentiary
    The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit-Kat club?"
    But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up
    Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
    Lay up in a pitch black tub
    You lookin’ at rich black thugs to get that love
    And we won’t stop til I get back Blood
    Holla at em Hov

    I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
    Niggas’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
    That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holding
    Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
    Homie, I play hard

    It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
    We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
    Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
    Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
    Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

    You all niggas, man
    Y’all can’t fuck around, man
    It’s the ROC bitch, Killa
    My nigga Jigga, Siegel, Beans
    Diplomats, man, holla, Dash
    Get the fuck off our dick – no homo
    Probably own this city for two minutes, man
    I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere
    Welcome to New York City


  • Hold on me – Mozzy feat. G-Eazy lyrics

    Lyrics Mozzy – Hold on me

    Shawty trynna throw it back all night
    She know I got the plug for the right price
    Pull up in the whip ..
    I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the moola really got a hold on me.

    Yeah
    I’m livin’ life like we ain’t promised tomorrow
    Lotta dope smoked, lotta lotta gelato
    Hundred band dance like niggas just hit the lotto
    Got a greasy kid just to get in the condo
    Backhand a b*tch for tryna bilk me with a condom
    I can tell that you ain’t a gansta blood goofy with the ..
    .., fifty thousand in diamonds just on my mama
    Cautious when approaching a problem ..
    You ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
    If you ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
    Still .. with expired tags on it
    .. whatever you had on it, yeah
    I fell off but baby I’m back on it, yeah
    I fell off but baby I’m back on it
    I really think the money got a hold on me
    I’m tryna convince her that she should hold for me.

    Shawty tryna throw it back all night
    She know I got the plug for the right price
    Pull up in the whip ..
    I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the mula really got a hold on meee.

    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I followed the code OGs told to me
    And the game was given, it wasn’t sold to me
    These hoes give it up to me because they owe it to me
    I came up fully, I’m in a different bracket
    Five bands for the leather, I’m in a different jacket
    Money tall as Shaquille, I just been tryna stack it
    Play me the beat and I kill, I’m trying to attack it
    This game is too easy, I do this sh*t in my sleep
    New York City, we mobbin’, I hit the club twenty deep
    Cashin’ out when I feel like, Gerald never been cheap
    It’s not that serious fam, I swear it isn’t that deep, uh
    I swear it was perfect timing
    If you ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
    The homies in black hoodies and beanies, they hella mobby
    From Sac to the Bay, yeah you know that I f*ck with Mozzy
    Ehhhh.

    Shawty tryna throw it back all night
    She know I got the plug for the right price
    Pull up in the whip ..
    I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the money really got a hold on me
    I think the moola really got a hold on me.

    Yeah I think this money really got a hold on me
    Niggas can’t get a hold on me
    Now them niggas talk low on me
    f*ck .. what you change, used to be broke homie
    Now I’m bossed up, Louis V., ..
    Ferragamo, Benihana, every night I’m bossed up
    My lifestyle awesome, this is how it ‘posed to be
    I don’t believe in luck, my blessings really got a hold on me
    Money ain’t controllin’ me, but money is controllin’ me
    The money .. I get the green
    Devils get up off of me, help me get them off of me
    I call these hoes, sluts and b*tches, and I drink up all of it
    My mama said don’t let the money make your head bigger
    I’m cocky as f*ck and I don’t f*ck with niggas
    And I don’t trust these b*tches, ever since the word ‘gold digger’
    My homie fell in love, I told him “No nigga, no nigga”.

    Shawty tryna throw it back all night (but he ain’t listen)
    She know I got the plug for the right price (ohhh)
    Pull up in the whip ..
    I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
    I think the money really got a hold on meee
    I think the money really got a hold on me (this money nigga)
    I think the money really got a hold on me (sh*t will f*ck up your life, but it’s nice)
    I think the mula really got a hold on meee.
    Mozzy lyrics
    Video me


  • Joel Adams – Die For You

    [Verse 1]
    I wish I was a movie star
    That ain’t happening
    I wish I’d drive a fancy car (no)
    Well I’d fly to New York City
    But my plane could never get that far
    ‘Cause my life ain’t what I thought it was
    Said you like all the fancy things
    Diamonds, Pearls, and Louis Vuitton
    But my package just ain’t that big (no)
    Spent all my life-time running
    But I still haven’t got that far

    [Chorus]
    For you I ain’t giving up
    Cause baby I’d die for you
    I’d try for you, I’d live for you
    You were all I do
    Baby I’d die for you, I tried
    You’re everything I do
    Baby that’s just not good enough for you

    [Verse 2]
    You think you got the best of me
    Yeah well you’re probably right
    But you ain’t seen the rest of me (no)
    Spent all my life-time running
    But I still haven’t got that far

    [Chorus]
    For you I ain’t giving up
    Cause baby I’d die for you
    I’d try for you, I’d live for you
    You were all I do
    Baby I’d die for you, I tried
    You’re everything I do
    Baby that’s just not good enough for you

    [Bridge]
    ‘Cause maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
    Maybe I wrote in all down in a song
    You say what you like, I say what I want
    You give me a list that goes on and on
    But everytime you walk out that door
    You got me thinking, baby now I want you even more
    So say what you like, I’ll say what I want
    I need somebody to save me

    [Chorus]
    Cause baby I’d die for you
    I’d try for you, I’d live for you
    You were all I do
    Baby I’d die for you, I tried
    You’re everything I do
    ‘Cause baby I’d
    Cause baby I’d die for you
    I’d try for you, I’d live for you
    You were all I do
    Baby I’d die for you, and I tried
    You’re everything I do
    Baby that’s just not good enough for you


  • Tory Lanez – Whats Luv (feat. Nyce) (Chixtape 4 Album)

    [Intro: Tory Lanez]
    New York City
    We got another one
    Tory Lanez the don
    Whole Umbrella in here
    ‘Casso baby
    Nyce B

    [Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
    She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
    I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
    I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
    She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
    Tell me what’s love, when I need that
    Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
    Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
    Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
    You still on the down low
    Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
    You know what I’m round for
    I done came round to see you drop down on me
    Do it slowly
    Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
    I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
    She is so bad might need a police
    Stomach on flat, ass obese
    Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
    I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
    Know you got a man but this is lowkey

    [Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)

    [Verse 2: Nyce]
    And I got two different girls on me
    It ain’t easy, to get em off me
    ‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
    Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
    I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
    There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
    Still a nigga mean with the wrist
    She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
    That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
    Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
    What’s love got to do with it
    I could show you just what to do with it
    Come through, I’ma let you get it
    And you know what I do with..

    [Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)


  • Tory Lanez – What’s Luv lyrics

    [Intro: Tory Lanez]
    New York City
    We got another one
    Tory Lanez the don
    Whole Umbrella in here
    Coscto baby
    Nyce B

    [Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
    She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
    I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
    I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
    She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
    Tell me what’s love, when I need that
    Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
    Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
    Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
    You still on the down low
    Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
    You know what I’m round for
    I done came round to see you drop down on me
    Do it slowly
    Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
    I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
    She is so bad might need a police
    Stomach on flat, ass obese
    Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
    I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
    Know you got a man but this is lowkey

    [Hook: Tory Lanez]
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)

    [Verse 2: Nyce]
    And I got two different girls on me
    It ain’t easy, to get em off me
    ‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
    Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
    I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
    There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
    Still a nigga mean with the wrist
    She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
    That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
    Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
    What’s love got to do with it
    I could show you just what to do with it
    Come through, I’ma let you get it
    And you know what I do with..

    [Hook: Tory Lanez]
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)
    What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
    (what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
    What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
    (we’re supposed to be about each other)


  • Taylor Swift – Riptide Lyrics

    I was scared of dentists and the dark
    I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
    Oh, all my friends are turning green
    You’re the magician’s assistant in their dreams

    Oh, and they come unstuck

    Lady, running down to the riptide
    Taken away to the dark side
    I wanna be your left hand man
    I love you when you’re singing that song and
    I got a lump in my throat because
    You’re gonna sing the words wrong

    There’s this movie that I think you’ll like
    This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
    This cowboy’s running from himself
    And she’s been living on the highest shelf

    Oh, and they come unstuck

    Lady, running down to the riptide
    Taken away to the dark side
    I wanna be your left hand man
    I love you when you’re singing that song and
    I got a lump in my throat because
    You’re gonna sing the words wrong

    I just wanna, I just wanna know
    If you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay
    I just gotta, I just gotta know
    I can’t have it, I can’t have it any other way
    I swear she’s destined for the screen
    Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you’ve ever seen, oh

    Lady, running down to the riptide
    Taken away to the dark side
    I wanna be your left hand man
    I love you when you’re singing that song and
    I got a lump in my throat because
    You’re gonna sing the words wrong

    Oh lady, running down to the riptide
    Taken away to the dark side
    I wanna be your left hand man
    I love you when you’re singing that song and
    I got a lump in my throat because
    You’re gonna sing the words wrong

    Oh lady, running down to the riptide
    Taken away to the dark side
    I wanna be your left hand man
    I love you when you’re singing that song and
    I got a lump in my throat because
    You’re gonna sing the words wrong
    I got a lump in my throat because you’re gonna sing the words wrong


  • Mako – North Dakota (Hourglass Album)

    [Verse 1]
    I think that I’d love North Dakota
    I saw it once inside a magazine
    Get this chip up off of my shoulder
    Settle down somewhere the grass is green

    [Pre-Chorus]
    ‘Cause California dreams has too many sleepless nights
    I wanna feel the earth beneath my feet
    Been searching for relief from all these city lights
    I just need a place to let me be

    [Chorus]
    Let me be free
    Let me be whole again
    Let me be me
    Let me take hold again
    Let me be free
    Let me be free

    [Verse 2]
    I took a ride in New York City
    But, it was too much cocaine and the girls ain’t cheap
    I had to get out before it killed me
    Running good ain’t running at that speed

    [Pre-Chorus]
    ‘Cause California dreams has too many sleepless nights
    I wanna feel the earth beneath my feet
    Been searching for relief from all these city lights
    I just need a place to let me be

    [Chorus]
    Let me be free
    Let me be whole again
    Let me be me
    Let me take hold again
    Let me be free
    Let me be free

    [Chorus]
    Let me be free
    Let me be whole again
    Let me be me
    Let me take hold again
    Let me be free
    Let me be whole again
    Let me be me
    Let me take hold again
    Let me be free
    Let me be free


  • Dec 6, Style X – Me Love My Fatty Lyrics

    Claims records, a Style X

    Yow short boss weh me fatty deh
    Weh me fatty deh, fattieeeeee

    Say dem a say me too little
    And a say she too big
    A call me matches and a call har fridge
    Say di belly weigh hundred
    And one leg a fifty
    But any way, mek me tell you dis

    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky

    Me say me have a fatty weh look like Miss Kitty
    You wah see the neck how me full dat up a hicky
    The fatty clean and pretty
    Say she waah carry me go New York City
    Me me, just beat it out till it suddy
    All when the bolt too little fi di nutty
    Me just tip tip, tip toe in deh
    Me tip tip tip tip tip

    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky

    My fatty don’t play
    My fatty don’t ramp
    My fatty pop down the bed inna di camp
    My fatty ever sweat, my fatty ever damp
    My fatty big body bounce off the lamp
    My fatty can split my fatty boom flick
    My fatty nah back, she a bad chick
    My fatty body broad, my fatty leg

    thick
    My fatty quint it, quint it, quint it

    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky

    Me say me have a fatty weh look like Miss Kitty
    You wah see the neck how me full dat up a hicky
    The fatty clean and pretty
    Say she waah carry me go New York City
    Me me, just beat it out till it suddy
    All when the bolt too little fi di nutty
    Me just tip tip, tip toe in deh
    Me tip tip tip tip tip

    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky

    Yow short boss weh me fatty deh
    Weh me fatty deh, fattieeeeee

    Say dem a say me too little
    And a say she too big
    A call me matches and a call har fridge
    Say di belly weigh hundred
    And one leg a fifty
    But any way, mek me tell you dis

    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    Pye pye pye pon di body
    Me love my, Me love my fatty
    All when the knees dem knocky


  • SIA – Satisfied lyrics

    A toast to the groom!
    (to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
    To the bride!
    (to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
    From your sister
    (Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)
    Who is always by your side
    (by your side, by your side)
    To your union and the hope that you provide
    (you provide, you provide)
    May you always (always)
    Be satisfied (Rewind)

    Rewind!
    Rewind!
    I remember that night, I just might
    I remember that night, I just might
    I remember that night, I remember that—

    I remember that night, I just might
    Regret that night for the rest of my days
    I remember those soldier boys
    Tripping over themselves to win our praise
    I remember that dreamlike candlelight
    Like a dream that you can’t quite place
    But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first
    Time I saw your face

    I have never been the same
    Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame
    And when you said “Hi,”
    I forgot my dang name
    Set my heart aflame, ev’ry part aflame
    This is not a game…

    You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied
    I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself
    You’re like me, I’ve never been satisfied
    Is that right?
    I have never been satisfied
    My name’s Angelica Schuyler
    Alexander Hamilton
    Where’s your fam’ly from?
    Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done
    Just you wait, just you wait…

    So so so—
    So this is what it feels like to match wits
    With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s
    The feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light
    It’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right?
    The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes
    Ev’rything we said in total agreement, it’s
    A dream and it’s a bit of a dance
    A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance
    He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give him a chance
    I asked about his fam’ly, did you see his answer?
    His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance
    He’s penniless, he’s flying by the seat of his pants

    Handsome, boy, does he know it!
    Peach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it!
    I wanna take him far away from this place
    Then I turn and see my sister’s face and she is

    Helpless
    And I know she is
    Helpless
    And her eyes are just
    Helpless
    And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time

    I’m a girl in a world in which
    My only job is to marry rich
    My father has no sons so I’m the one
    Who has to social climb for one
    Cause I’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in
    New York City is insidious
    And Alexander is penniless
    Ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less

    (doesn’t mean I want him any less)
    (doesn’t mean I want him any less)
    (doesn’t mean I want him any less)

    He’s after me ’cause I’m a Schuyler sister
    That elevates his status, I’d
    Have to be naïve to set that aside
    Maybe that is why I introduce him to Eliza
    Now that’s his bride
    Nice going, Angelica, he was right
    You will never be satisfied

    (I will never be satisfied)
    (I will never be satisfied)

    I know my sister like I know my own mind
    You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
    If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned
    He’d be mine
    She would say, “I’m fine”
    But she’d be lying

    But when I fantasize at night
    It’s Alexander’s eyes
    As I romanticize what might have been
    If I hadn’t sized him up so quickly
    At least my dear Eliza’s his wife
    At least I keep his eyes in my life…

    To the groom!
    (to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
    To the bride!
    (to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
    From your sister
    (Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)
    Who is always by your side
    (by your side, by your side)
    To your union and the hope that you provide
    (you provide, you provide)
    May you always
    Be satisfied

    And I know (yeah)
    She’ll be happy as his bride
    And I know
    He will never be satisfied
    I will never be satisfied…


  • Stevie Wonder – Livin For The City

    A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
    Surrounded by four walls that ain’t so pretty
    His parents give him love and affection
    To keep him strong moving in the right direction
    Living just enough, just enough for the city

    His father works some days for fourteen hours
    And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
    His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
    And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny
    Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah

    His sister’s black but she is sho ’nuff pretty
    Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
    To walk to school she’s got to get up early
    Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
    Living just enough, just enough for the city

    Her brother’s smart he’s got more sense than many
    His patience’s long but soon he won’t have any
    To find a job is like a haystack needle
    ‘Cause where he lives they don’t use colored people
    Living just enough, just enough for the city

    Living just enough for the city

    His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
    He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
    He’s almost dead from breathing in air pollution
    He tried to vote but to him there’s no solution

    Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah, yeah, yeah!

    I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
    And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
    This place is cruel no where could be much colder
    If we don’t change the world will soon be over

    Living just enough, just enough for the city!


  • Alicia Keys – The Gospel (Short Film)

    [Intro: Method Man + Raekwon + Ghostface ]
    Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
    Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
    In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
    Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
    With St. Ides in my system
    Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
    And get over, the object is to stay sober
    Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
    Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
    Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
    Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
    Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

    [Intro: Alicia Keys]
    Uh, yeah, okay
    Sing

    [Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
    So we all got children, products of the ghetto
    Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
    Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
    When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
    Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
    Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
    Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
    In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
    Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
    When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
    Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
    On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

    [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

    [Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
    Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
    If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
    It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
    I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
    Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
    Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
    Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
    Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
    If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
    Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
    The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
    Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
    Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

    [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

    [Outro]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (She’s a king)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    And they sing New York City
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • Lloyd Banks – Headache & Heartbreak (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

    [Intro]
    (Authentic)

    [Verse 1]
    Fool dumb as the last nigga that got at me
    Shot up with bags of D
    Fresh out of LIU, welcome to Halloween Havoc 3
    Turning my mileage in, the last time you’re seeing me back for free
    Blood in my writing pen, hype again, striking methodically
    Honestly, can’t nobody see me
    I’m in stealth form, champion
    Kept the belt on, bodies for trampling, never felt for ’em
    I don’t got the time to hate, let alone put the words together
    At-ing niggas and never get at ’em, this is purging weather
    Stack up on your surgeon cheddar
    You’re rat and reptilian merged together
    Folks know the fire, penned in disturbing letter
    Giants stomping holes in these tracks, keeping the road crumbling
    Opps don’t got no choice but falling back, uneasy souls hovering
    Here’s the soundtrack for the riders, progress keeps the loads coming
    Dollars won’t divide us, we’re back to the gold thugging
    Flaunting armor through your airwaves, drown ’em in stereo
    Wonder what took so long to spot ’em, these clowns took over years ago

    [Hook]
    Think so we’re done, I lied, I lost my mind
    Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind
    Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind
    Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re (?), you cross the don
    Make one mistake then knock you off your throne
    I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home
    That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own
    You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong

    [Verse 2]
    This time of year it’s hard to sleep, better bullets and trucks of red
    Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head
    Field kicking this shit for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg
    Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled
    They tell you foul shit about me, don’t deliver it
    Lee on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it
    Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment
    Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain’t feeling shit
    Anticipate reviews of my resume in the hottest summers
    Look at what they push now, (?) gimmicks and one hit wonders
    Perform in an empty stu’, fendi crew with the gun slid under
    Lightening to your family room, disrespecting the son of thunder
    Been here over (?) nigga
    So for stomping daily, snap a monster picture
    Blue and black from New York City’s hardest hitter
    Problem baby, born guerrilla
    Panic charms a killer
    Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered

    [Hook]
    Think so we’re done, (?) lost my mind
    Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind
    Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind
    Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re (?), you cross the don
    Make one mistake then knock you off your throne
    I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home
    That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own
    You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong


  • Alicia Keys – The Gospel (Short Film) letras

    [Intro: Method Man + Raekwon + Ghostface ]
    Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
    Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
    In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
    Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
    With St. Ides in my system
    Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
    And get over, the object is to stay sober
    Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
    Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
    Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
    Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
    Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

    [Intro: Alicia Keys]
    Uh, yeah, okay
    Sing

    [Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
    So we all got children, products of the ghetto
    Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
    Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
    When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
    Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
    Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
    Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
    In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
    Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
    When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
    Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
    On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

    [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

    [Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
    Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
    If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
    It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
    I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
    Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
    Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
    Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
    Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
    If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
    Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
    The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
    Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
    Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

    [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

    [Outro]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (She’s a king)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    And they sing New York City
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • Alicia Keys – The Gospel (Here Deluxe Edition Album) letras

    [Intro: Method Man + Raekwon + Ghostface ]
    Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
    Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
    In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
    Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
    With St. Ides in my system
    Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
    And get over, the object is to stay sober
    Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
    Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
    Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
    Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
    Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

    [Intro: Alicia Keys]
    Uh, yeah, okay
    Sing

    [Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
    So we all got children, products of the ghetto
    Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
    Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
    When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
    Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
    Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
    Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
    In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
    Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
    When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
    Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
    On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

    [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

    [Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
    Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
    If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
    It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
    I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
    Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
    Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
    Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
    Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
    If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
    Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
    The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
    Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
    Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

    [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
    Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
    Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
    Everybody got a past but you can never go back

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Sing
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

    [Outro]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (Gotta sing)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    (She’s a king)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    And they sing New York City
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • Alicia Keys – She Don’t Really Care 1 Luv (Here Deluxe Edition Album) letras

    [Chorus]
    She grew up in Brooklyn
    She grew up in Harlem
    She grew up in Bronx
    She know she was a queen
    She lived in Queens
    Oh yeah, oh yeah
    But she don’t really care
    She don’t really care
    She throw them diamonds in the air
    Diamonds in the air
    Oh yeah, oh yeah

    [Verse 1]
    She lived in Somalia
    Her parents from Egypt
    She was a queen in Cairo
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

    [Chorus]
    But she don’t really care
    She don’t really care
    She throw them diamonds in the air
    Diamonds in the air
    Oh yeah, oh yeah

    [Verse 2]
    She picking all the wrong ones
    And she’s looking for the right one in the wrong place
    You remember her face? The prettiest face, prettiest face
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    She looking for fulfillment
    You would think she was looking for love, searching for love
    She just looking to be taken care of
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    You can find her in Harlem or Brooklyn
    You can find her Brixton or Kingston
    She’s a queen, know what I mean?
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    She think she want a baby and she do it with the wrong one
    Cause she’s looking for something but he don’t really care
    He don’t really care
    And life just isn’t fair

    [Chorus]
    She grew up in Brooklyn (Uh-huh)
    She grew up in Harlem (Harlem)
    She grew up in Bronx
    She know she was a queen (A queen)
    She lived in Queens (Uh-huh)
    Oh yeah, oh yeah
    She don’t really care (Uh-huh)
    She don’t really care (Uh-huh)
    (She throw them diamonds in the air)
    Diamonds in the air, yeah
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

    [Bridge]
    She lived in Somalia, talk about it
    (Her parents from Egypt) Egypt
    (She was a queen in Cairo)
    She’s a queen, yeah
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    But she don’t really care (Uh-huh)
    She don’t really care (Uh-huh)
    (She throw them diamonds in the air)
    Diamonds in the air
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

    [Interlude]
    "Brooklyn, yeah
    You think she loved him? But she don’t"
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    "You got to wake up, open your eyes
    [?]"
    (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
    "New York, The Bronx
    Harlem, New York
    Brooklyn, New York
    You think she loved you?
    She’ll take you for everything you’ve got
    [?]
    New York City, Brooklyn, The Bronx
    Yeah, ooh, yeah
    Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
    Open up your eyes
    Realize [?]
    Move it to the left, move it to the right side
    In the corner of New York City"

    1 Luv
    [Intro]
    It’s the truth
    It’s the dead truth
    The live truth
    It’s the live truth!
    Yeah, it’s better life, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    All along I’ve ignored what I’ve always known
    That the chair I’ve been sitting on is a throne
    Affection kneels at the seat of my soul

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Tell the truth it can’t get no better
    Swear to life it can’t get no better, oh no
    By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya
    By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya all along

    [Chorus]
    (One love)
    One love, one love, one love, one love
    One love, one love, one love, one love
    (One love)
    One love, one love, one love, one love
    One love, one love, one love, one love

    [Verse 2]
    All along I was hoping understanding would be born
    I was looking for knowledge to sing my song
    But now I know that I am wisdom on my own

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Tell the truth it can’t get no better
    Swear to life it can’t get no better, oh no
    By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya
    By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya all along

    [Chorus]
    (One love)
    One love, one love, one love, one love
    (One love)
    One love, one love, one love, one love
    (One love)
    One love, one love, one love, one love
    (One love)
    One love, one love, one love, one love