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  • KYLE – Playinwitme (Korean Remix) Lyrics

    [Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
    You been on that new stuff
    I been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    I don’t got the time for that
    Might need me a refund, haha
    I’ma need that time back

    [Verse 1: KYLE]
    You say you’ll try
    I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
    I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
    If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
    Yeah, why you tryna play me?
    You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
    You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
    And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

    [Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? (yeah, yeah)
    You been on that new stuff
    I been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me? (With me, with me)
    I don’t got no time for that
    Might need me a refund, yeah
    I’ma need that time back

    [Verse 2: Jay Park]

    [Chorus: Jay Park]
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
    You been on that new stuff
    And I been on that same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    I ain’t got no time for that
    Might need me a refund
    ‘Cause I’ma need that time back

    [Post-Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?

    [Bridge: Jay Park & KYLE]
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’? Yeah
    Who? Yeah
    Yeah
    I been on the same shit

    [Chorus: Jay Park, KYLE, Jay Park & KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ wit’?
    You been on that new stuff
    And I been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ wit’ me?
    I don’t got no time for that
    Might need me a refund (refund)
    I’ma need that time back, yeah

    [Outro: KYLE]
    Da-da-da


  • Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, uh

    [Verse 1]
    All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
    Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
    You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
    Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
    And I ain’t come here to preach
    I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
    Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
    Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
    I used to be a honor roll student, damn
    Then I turned to a beast
    The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
    He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
    His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
    The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
    I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
    I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
    Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
    We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
    Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
    Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
    And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
    ‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
    I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
    Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
    Why you wanna be a shooter?
    Mama told me not to do it but I did it
    Now I’m locked up in a prison
    Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
    Watch my dream shatter in an instant
    I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
    Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
    Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
    Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
    Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
    When it all fall down
    I can call y’all now
    Even if I hit your phone
    That won’t get me home
    Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
    Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

    [Verse 2]
    Shit we was kids used to play on the step
    A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
    I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
    When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
    My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
    That just made me a threat
    Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
    Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
    Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
    Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
    Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
    I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
    But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
    When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
    Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
    When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
    How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
    When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
    Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
    Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
    Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
    They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

    [Outro]
    Yeah
    See comin’ from where I come from
    We had to beat the streets
    Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
    And now we made it through all that we at the championship


  • KYLE – Playinwitme (feat. Kehlani) lyrics

    [Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You been on that new stuff
    I been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    I don’t got the time for that
    Might need me a refund, haha
    I’ma need that time back

    [Verse 1: KYLE]
    You say you’ll try
    I’ve heard that line a thousand times before
    I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
    If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
    Yeah, why you tryna play me?
    You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
    You coulda had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
    And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

    [Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You been on that new stuff
    I been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
    I don’t got no time for that
    Might need me a refund, yeah
    I’ma need that time back

    [Verse 2: Kehlani]
    Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
    You don’t even like girls, ha
    So I need you to tell me, baby
    What you want, just like the Spice Girls
    It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
    But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
    I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
    But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
    I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
    Otherwise, I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

    [Chorus: Kehlani]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You been on that new stuff
    And I been on that same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    I ain’t got no time for that
    Might need me a refund, yeah
    ‘Cause I’ma need that time back

    [Post-Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?

    [Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
    Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
    Who? Yeah
    Yeah
    I been on the same shit

    [Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You been on that new stuff
    And I been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    I don’t got no time for that
    Might need me a refund (refund)
    I’ma need that time back, yeah

    [Outro: KYLE]
    Da-da-da


  • KYLE – Playinwitme (feat. Kehlani)

    [Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You’ve been on that new stuff
    I’ve been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    I don’t got the time for that
    Might need me a refund, haha
    I’ma need that time back

    [Verse 1: KYLE]
    You say you’ll try
    I’ve heard that lie a thousand times before
    I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
    If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
    Yeah, why you tryna play me?
    You bein’ a different you and I’m bein’ the same me
    You could have had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
    And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby

    [Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You’ve been on that new stuff
    I’ve been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
    I don’t got the time for that
    Might need me a refund, yeah
    I’ma need that time back

    [Verse 2: Kehlani]
    Damn, why are you playin’ with me?
    You don’t even like girls, ha
    So I need you to tell me, baby
    What you want just like the Spice Girls
    It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
    But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
    I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
    But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
    I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
    Otherwise, I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh

    [Chorus: Kehlani]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    You’ve been on that new stuff
    And I’ve been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    I ain’t got the time for that
    Might need me a refund, yeah
    ‘Cause I’ma need that time back

    [Post-Chorus: KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with?

    [Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
    Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
    Who, yeah
    Yeah
    I’ve been on the same shit

    [Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    Girl, who are you playin’ with? Huh
    You’ve been on that new stuff
    And I’ve been on the same shit
    Girl, why are you playin’ with me?
    I don’t got the time for that
    Might need me a refund (refund)
    I’ma need that time back, yeah

    [Outro: KYLE]
    Da-da-da


  • Bibi Bourelly – Ballin (On The Late Late Show With James Corden) (Live)

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh Lord
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    I got fired from Old Navy
    Landlord keeps on knocking
    Swear that nigga hates me
    Sleeping on this old couch
    But shit, I’m not complaining
    ‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
    Like there’s moulah raining
    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
    I don’t even make all that much dough
    Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
    Now she got me working at the corner store

    [Chorus]
    But I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh Lord

    [Verse 2]
    Gormet
    Heart them ramen noodles
    Freak it with the hot sauce
    I do McDonalds too though
    And when I wanna go out
    Good Will gotta do though
    Sweet talking the bouncers
    18 bucks, I need 2 more

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
    I don’t even make all that much dough
    Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
    Now she got me working at the corner store

    [Chorus]
    But I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord

    [Verse 3]
    Jumped the gate, subway station
    All the seats are taken
    This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
    I spend my very last savings on some Takis
    I’m good at simbis crib
    I don’t need no hotel lobbies
    I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
    I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
    I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
    I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
    With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
    We wear designer clothes from thrifts
    My hair might not be laid and did

    [Chrous]
    Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord


  • Bibi Bourelly – Ballin

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh Lord
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    I got fired from Old Navy
    Landlord keeps on knocking
    Swear that nigga hates me
    Sleeping on this old couch
    But shit, I’m not complaining
    ‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
    Like there’s moulah raining
    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
    I don’t even make all that much dough
    Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
    Now she got me working at the corner store

    [Chorus]
    But I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh Lord

    [Verse 2]
    Gormet
    Heart them ramen noodles
    Freak it with the hot sauce
    I do McDonalds too though
    And when I wanna go out
    Good Will gotta do though
    Sweet talking the bouncers
    18 bucks, I need 2 more

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
    I don’t even make all that much dough
    Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
    Now she got me working at the corner store

    [Chorus]
    But I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord

    [Verse 3]
    Jumped the gate, subway station
    All the seats are taken
    This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
    I spend my very last savings on some Takis
    I’m good at simbis crib
    I don’t need no hotel lobbies
    I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
    I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
    I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
    I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
    With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
    We wear designer clothes from thrifts
    My hair might not be laid and did

    [Chrous]
    Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord


  • Bibi Bourelly – Ballin letras

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh Lord
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    I got fired from Old Navy
    Landlord keeps on knocking
    Swear that nigga hates me
    Sleeping on this old couch
    But shit, I’m not complaining
    ‘Cause I’m still a pimp though
    Like there’s moulah raining
    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
    I don’t even make all that much dough
    Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
    Now she got me working at the corner store

    [Chorus]
    But I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh Lord

    [Verse 2]
    Gormet
    Heart them ramen noodles
    Freak it with the hot sauce
    I do McDonalds too though
    And when I wanna go out
    Good Will gotta do though
    Sweet talking the bouncers
    18 bucks, I need 2 more

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever
    I don’t even make all that much dough
    Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure
    Now she got me working at the corner store

    [Chorus]
    But I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord

    [Verse 3]
    Jumped the gate, subway station
    All the seats are taken
    This kinda lifestyle teach you patience
    I spend my very last savings on some Takis
    I’m good at simbis crib
    I don’t need no hotel lobbies
    I doubt I’d get along with paparazzi , yeah
    I just want a Slim Jim and a 40
    I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit
    I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses
    With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits
    We wear designer clothes from thrifts
    My hair might not be laid and did

    [Chrous]
    Yeah, but I’m ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so fucking awesome
    Vroom vroom, yeah
    That’s my Camry roaring
    Shit, think the engine light came on
    Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    I’m so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
    Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh Lord