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  • Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Verse 1: B. Lewis]
    Get you, get you on the floor
    Kitchen table, say no more
    Got you up against the door
    Run it up ’til the morning
    Never trippin’, on the low
    Hit it fast, hit it slow
    Run it up ’til the morning

    [Chorus: B. Lewis]
    I just gotta know
    Can we do this on the low
    Take it fast or take it slow
    Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

    [Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
    Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
    Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
    Forever might not need no wedding ring
    Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
    This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
    No part of it I see compare with you

    [Chorus: B. Lewis]
    I just gotta know
    Can we do this on the low (Oh)
    Take it fast or take it slow
    Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

    [Verse 2: Bas]
    Yeah
    That’s a fact, scientific
    What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
    I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
    Got no problems givin’ you the praises
    Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
    You deserve the latest
    Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
    Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
    But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
    It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
    It ain’t rented and it auto-park
    And she got back like a photobomb
    Throw that ass back, no photoshop
    Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
    Uber Eats, big movie screens
    Shit, fuck, and sleep
    I could do this all day

    [Chorus: B. Lewis]
    I just gotta know
    Can we do this on the low (Oh)
    Take it fast or take it slow
    Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

    [Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
    Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
    Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
    Forever might not need no wedding ring
    Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
    This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
    No part of it I see compare with you


  • Soulja Boy – Flex For The Summer Lyrics

    [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl

    [Verse 1: 24hrs]
    You fuckin’ with the number one stunna
    Scoop you up, and hit Bennihanna
    Talkin’ bout the one that’s in the Valley
    Shawty from Atlanta, but in Cali
    Hit Rodeo, she in love with all this Prada
    Feel like Roddy, 10 toes in Balenciaga
    Versace sheets, damn I feel like Silkk Da Shocka
    Xan with the soda, 24 and Soulja

    [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl

    [Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
    Broadie shoots, shot Scottie Pippen
    So many girls, they think I’m trippin’
    Ridin’ in that foreign, foreign whippin’
    Hit the club, 38 tip it
    I don’t give a fuck, I don’t grip it
    Hop inside the whip, money gettin’
    They done fell in love with my vision
    I be gettin’ money, guess I’m gettin’ it

    [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl

    [Bridge: Soulja Boy]
    You know that, I pull up and I’m killin’
    You know that I’m full forgiato whippin’
    You know that I’m out gettin’ money, whippin’
    Baby, I don’t know why you trippin’

    [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl
    You know I had to flex for the summer
    Blew a bag in Bennihanna
    Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
    Baby girl


  • Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

    [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
    Hey baby
    Even though you break my heart
    I still love you

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Sorry
    Is all that you can say
    Years gone by and still
    Words don’t come easily
    Like forgive me (forgive me)
    And you can say, baby (baby)
    My baby, can I hold you tonight?
    And maybe if I told you the right words
    Ooh, at the right time
    You be Nas

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    Ayo
    That bitch is always flippin’
    You niggas never listen
    We make a perfect team
    Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
    But I’ma let you dip in
    That wax sauce drippin’
    Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
    You be like jungle digger
    I don’t want another nigga
    I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
    Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
    No bitches badder than me when I pull up
    Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
    Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
    My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
    I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
    Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
    I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
    Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
    We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
    But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Sorry
    Is all that you can say
    Years gone by and still
    Words don’t come easily
    Like forgive me (forgive me)
    And you can say, baby (baby)
    My baby can I hold you tonight?
    And maybe if I told you the right words
    Ooh, at the right time
    You be Nas

    [Verse 2: Nas]
    A mack
    I used to mack with the MAC on me
    Project parties, lights off, mad horny
    Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
    She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
    I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
    God bless ya, met ya
    Thought you were sexy as ever
    Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
    Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
    Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
    Light travel faster than sound
    Lightning strike one second every point two miles
    So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
    Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
    Gangsta love
    Completing each other
    Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
    Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
    But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

    [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Sorry
    Is all that you can say
    Years gone by and still
    Words don’t come easily
    Like forgive me (forgive me)
    And you can say, baby (baby)
    My baby can I hold you tonight?
    And maybe if I told you the right words
    Ooh, at the right time
    You be Nas


  • Pressa – Basically

    [Hook]
    These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
    I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
    My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
    17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

    [Verse 1]
    My niggas buy brown, whip it
    My niggas buy cars, ship it
    Sold three zips, fishes
    13 like Scottie Pippen
    These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
    Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
    Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
    These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
    My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
    Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
    My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
    This is not technical, just to get technical
    I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
    It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
    Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
    See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
    Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
    Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
    They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
    Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
    He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
    And they don’t want war, ah
    Got hit with this [torah?]

    [Pre-Hook]
    She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
    I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
    I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
    I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
    (x2)

    [Hook]
    These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
    I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
    My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
    17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps


  • Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 1]
    All I do is hit Neiman’s
    All I do is hit Barneys
    All I do is hit Gucci
    All I do is get money
    All I do is hit Hermans
    All I do is hit Louis
    All I do it hit Burberry
    All I do is get Jewelry
    All I do is call my Jeweler
    Have him pee on my neck
    Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
    [?] and can fuck you the week after next
    When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
    These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
    I’m in a Rolls Royce
    I’m doing donuts
    He wants to spray me
    She wants to rape me
    She is looking sneaky
    He is looking flaky

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 2]
    She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
    You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
    She like for real, that’s all?
    I’m like girl you fucking smart
    When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
    When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
    Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
    And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
    I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
    You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
    Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
    Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
    Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall


  • Desiigner – Zombie Walk (feat. King Savage) letras

    [Intro: Desiigner]
    Get out my way
    Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
    Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
    Drum on the K

    [Verse 1: Desiigner]
    I’m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
    Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
    The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
    Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
    You could get hit up, just watch what you say
    Don’t fuck with the 12, we got 12 in the gauge
    Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
    Niggas start feelin’ a couple of ways
    Damian Lillard, blaze
    Smoking on dope, haze
    Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
    Got infrared beam on the stage
    The coco, the chronic, cocaine
    Feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
    Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
    Hit it, hit it, hey
    Chill in the trap for the winter
    Pockets fuller than that nigga
    Niggas be talking that wigga
    I’ma keep stackin’ my jigga
    Lot of killers in the way
    Young nigga tryna get up
    Pick up, four, get up
    Pussy, forget her
    And I got bad bitch, she with me
    Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
    I got her mom in the kitchen
    Bout to go in the back room with her sister
    I’m the man, I’m the nigga
    Niggas didn’t know I’m that nigga
    Some niggas not them real niggas
    Got to watch out for them niggas

    [Hook: Desiigner]
    Zombie walk, no control
    Lotta chopper, let it blow
    Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
    Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
    Zombie walk, no control
    Lotta chopper, let it blow
    Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
    Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

    [Verse 2: King Savage]
    I’m just smoking on dope and it’s fucking my brains
    I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
    I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
    Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
    Savage nigga, like to play with them things
    He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
    I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
    I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
    My niggas fucked up the cake
    They do anything, they switching them lanes
    I stay with Scottie Pippen
    Leave your body limpin’ when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
    Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
    Chopper put niggas in graves
    Bullets put face on the pave
    Chopper put niggas in graves
    I’m sipping on Actavis
    I call that that the drink
    Nick Cannon, got the drum
    I think that that the beat
    I keep that thing on me
    No you can’t hang with me
    The chopper go bang with me
    Them niggas can’t hang with me

    [Hook: Desiigner]
    Zombie walk, no control
    Lotta chopper, let it blow
    Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
    Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
    Zombie walk, no control
    Lotta chopper, let it blow
    Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
    Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk


  • Famous Dex – Drugs In Me Lyrics

    [Intro: Famous Dex]
    Uh yah
    Uh yah, uh yah
    Oh what?
    Now I be gone off the Lean, the pills
    The molly, and the Percs
    OHMANGOTDDAMN!

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    [Verse 1: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs on me
    I’m bustin’ off Ecstasy
    She say I’m her man
    I’m married to money, I can’t say a thing
    I be geekin’ in the lobby
    All these tats on my body
    3 bitches in the party
    I’m drinkin’ lean not Bacardi
    I poured me a 6 till I doses
    I’m flexin’ soo hard in my overalls
    And baby geekin’ off the percs
    I’m goin’ right up when I I skurt
    4k for the purse, you didn’t know Dexter was a flirt
    Baby girl, what you worth?
    All these drugs like a nurse

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
    I got the drugs in me
    That syrup you drinkin’ in Hennessy
    Half a pint or 2 liter
    In the coupe with 2 ninas
    I drop a grip on my ring
    Rich Forever on the chain
    Jumpin’ through your bitch at the Blue Flame
    Maserati matt black, no Bruce Wayne
    I need my medicine
    Ride around in the coupe, goin’ crazy in Beverly
    I’m a motherfuckin’ chemist in the kitchen doin’ chemistry
    Walkin’ around with that MAC chicken
    Empty the clip leave your face missin’
    In the kitcken whippin’ 33 bricks, that’s a Scottie Pippen

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me