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  • Gunna – New Coupe Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah oh
    Young Gunna
    Ooh yeah

    [Chorus]
    Money on my mind
    New condo, I rise
    Hop on it, ride
    My doors, suicide
    New coupe, slide
    She [?] with thighs
    I’m way too high
    Siamese twins
    Maybach Benz
    More back ends
    Lowkey four deep
    Super lens, Hellcat, fast
    I got fans, diamonds dance

    [Verse 1]
    Making deposits
    The latest, exotic
    I’m crazy and modest
    Blazing, the hottest
    I walk it, I talk it
    I like it, I bought it
    The [?] dissolve ’em
    I drip, a faucet
    Bitch, absorb it
    Gunna, a martian
    The Porsche is more horses
    Three bitches, a orgy
    I’m feeling important
    My car was imported
    I’m [?]
    These blessings a fortune

    [Chorus]
    Money on my mind
    New condo, I rise
    Hop on it, ride
    My doors, suicide
    New coupe, slide
    She [?] with thighs
    I’m way too high
    Siamese twins
    Maybach Benz
    More back ends
    Lowkey four deep
    Super lens, Hellcat, fast
    I got fans, diamonds dance

    [Verse 2]
    Breakfast, lunch
    Yves Saint Laurent
    Kick shit, punt
    Pour up, chuch
    This Ac’ in it, chuch
    Raf Simons, don’t touch
    [?], cuff
    I cash out, I bag out
    [?] the blunt
    Snow White, dust
    You konw like a skunk
    Sound byte, termite
    Show lights, us
    Give no fucks
    Extendo tucked
    Don’t get bust

    [Chorus]
    Money on my mind
    New condo, I rise
    Hop on it, ride
    My doors, suicide
    New coupe, slide
    She [?] with thighs
    I’m way too high
    Siamese twins
    Maybach Benz
    More back ends
    Lowkey four deep
    Super lens, Hellcat, fast
    I got fans, diamonds dance


  • ZAYN – Icarus Interlude Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ooh-ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
    Ooh-ooh (Ooh)
    Ooh

    [Verse 1]
    Call me Icarus
    I guess I flew too close to the sun
    Myth’ll call me legend, that might be why
    In my Yves Saint Laurent
    Get the bees coming in for the honey I supply
    And if you ain’t got it now, then you’re in for a surprise
    You won’t get it in a lifetime (Lifetime)
    I’m in the right place at the right time (Right time)

    [Chorus]
    Girl, you love me better than anyone
    Girl, you love me better than I’ve known
    Girl, you love me better than I’ve known before
    Better than I’ve known before

    [Post-Chorus]
    (Better than I’ve known before)
    Ain’t no stopping what I know (Before)
    What I know, ain’t no

    [Verse 2]
    Ain’t no stopping what I feel
    Plays on my mind in slo-mo
    Every time as if it were real
    Every night, oh, it’s you I feel
    That’s how you’re in my mind

    [Outro]
    I’ve been lying to the liars
    I’ve been lying
    I’ve been lying to the liars
    I’ve been lying to the liars
    I’ve been lying with the liars every night
    Lying ’cause I’m flying
    I’ve been lying to the liars
    Lying to the liars


  • Meek Mill – Splash Warning Lyrics

    [Intro: Future]
    Okay, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
    Woo-woo-woo
    Ayy-ayy, ooh-ooh

    [Chorus: Future]
    In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
    That’s a car, ooh-ooh
    Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
    Big boss, ooh-ooh
    In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
    Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
    I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
    I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
    I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
    Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh

    [Verse 1: Future]
    One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
    Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
    I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
    I could get you anything you want, okay okay
    Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
    Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay

    [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
    I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
    We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
    I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
    The trap was hotter nigga had the feds around the corner
    Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
    I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her

    [Chorus: Future]
    In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
    That’s a car, ooh-ooh
    Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
    Big boss, ooh-ooh
    In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
    Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
    I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
    I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
    I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
    Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
    Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
    I keep Benji Franklin in my knapsack, okay
    I wanna sleep in that pussy, that’s a cat nap, okay
    Lambo truck, oh oh
    Attract that bitch, your hoe
    Chopper stick, two two
    Threes lift your tutu
    Please, you ain’t cool cool
    Run up on me, you lose
    Hustle like I’m Nipsey
    My bitch look like NuNu

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Tons money on his head ’cause we, ’cause we shottas
    Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
    Money on lil bitch, still ain’t see what’s the total
    Heard he’s on her crew, we gon’ splash when they roll up

    [Chorus: Future]
    In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
    That’s a car, ooh-ooh
    Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
    Big boss, ooh-ooh
    In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
    Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
    I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
    I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
    I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
    Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh


  • Young Thug – Chanel (Go Get It) Lyrics

    [Intro: Gunna & Future]
    Anything she want she can get
    Anything she want she can get
    Anything she want she can get
    Wheezy outta here

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
    She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
    She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
    Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
    Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
    Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
    Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
    I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

    [Verse 1: Gunna]
    Anything you see, you can get it
    Here go the keys to the Bentley
    When I fuck her, I got good intentions
    I just can’t get my palms to stop itchin’
    Water on me like I live with the fishes
    I done ordered every color in tennis
    Got the diamonds put in by my dentist
    I’ma shine when I’m skinnin’ and grinnin’
    Ice my watch, I’m not wastin’ my time
    Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime
    Connect with my bitch like WiFi
    I’m in the DM like Cha Cha
    I got Ms, I can take care of the southside
    I’ve been bettin’ the billionaire ties
    Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size
    Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes
    Got Marc Jacobs, they cover my eyes
    She need help, I’ma send her a dime
    I can’t pour nothing less than two lines
    [?] the back seat reclines
    She want me to put that dick in her spine
    Take her shoppin’ and keep her from cryin’
    Give you stones you one of a kind
    Got Chanel with the C’s on both sides

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it
    She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
    She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
    Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
    Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
    Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
    Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
    I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
    They locked the door when we walk in Fendi
    Save the 100’s, them dubs, we spendin’
    Real dope boy, ain’t chargin’ no card
    New G-Wagon, she already got
    Real grown woman, she ain’t post her body
    Check price tags, you want it, you get it
    You a big Thugger fan, he scared to admit it
    Gettin’ six for a show, I’m handlin’ business
    LA for a month, get away from the city
    Been sippin’ this syrup, I’ma need a new kidney
    Just tell me where it’s at and I’ma go in and get it
    ‘Ever I say, she on it
    New Range Rover, she want it
    We don’t do “no,” she on it
    Runnin’ out of space for the bags in her closet
    Runnin’ through checks every day, no fraud shit
    Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
    Bad lil’ bitch, good brain go to college
    You ain’t really gotta pay for nothing, I got it
    Big bankroll, I ain’t totin’ no wallet
    I don’t withdraw, nigga, name deposit
    T-Pain, Plies, I call up my shawty, my shawty

    [Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
    She want Chanel, go get it (she want Chanel, go get it)
    She want Chanel, go get it (go get it)
    She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it
    She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it
    Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah
    Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it
    Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it
    Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it
    I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it


  • Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

    [Chorus: Gunna]
    Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
    Hop off a jet, barely get rest
    Cash through the month, I get a check
    Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
    Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
    I eat her flesh, you know the rest
    Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
    Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
    Two-tone Patek
    Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
    VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
    Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
    I went to school where they teach you finesse
    Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
    I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
    Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

    [Verse: Travis Scott]
    Now that I’m home, back off the road
    We shut it down, say it ain’t so
    With checks in the streets, shade number four
    Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
    Take it with me, double your dose
    Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
    Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
    Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

    [Bridge: Travis Scott]
    I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
    Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
    Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
    I left her wide open, no self control
    Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
    Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
    Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
    Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

    [Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
    Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
    Hop off a jet, barely get rest
    Cash through the month, I get a check
    Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
    Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
    I eat her flesh, you know the rest
    Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
    Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
    Two-tone Pateks
    Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
    VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
    It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
    I went to school where they teach you finesse
    Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
    I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
    Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

    [Outro: NAV]
    La Flame on a island
    Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
    Got Prada’s, every color
    And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
    Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
    30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet


  • Kodak Black – Why You Always Gotta Go Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ooh, why you always gotta go?
    Why you gotta leave?
    Why you always gotta go?
    Kodak, why you gotta leave?
    Why you gotta leave?
    Yeah, when we link up, man, we legendary

    [Chorus]
    Why you always gotta go?
    Kodak, why you gotta leave?
    You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
    Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
    Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
    Probably never got your heart broke before
    But you gon’ get your karma for sure
    Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
    Never got my heart broke before

    [Verse 1]
    Baby, that’s a dub, fallin’ for no whore
    She want love, but I just want war
    I’m runnin’ with my Z like my name Gohan
    I bring a nigga that static, think he seein’ Pokémon
    My first hundred Gs, made it with my soldiers, huh
    So when you see me with my Res on my feet, you know it’s on
    From the bricks, I rock a Dickie fit, I don’t need Saint Laurent
    Million dollar nigga, seven figure, Yves Saint Laurent
    Maybe I think I’m paranoid when I’m feelin’ on yo’ booty
    Can’t break my heart ’cause I’m a thug, love just a illusion
    Real thug need a lady to hold him down ’cause we go through shit
    I ride or die with the hive, but we treat ’em like they groupies

    [Chorus]
    Why you always gotta go?
    Kodak, why you gotta leave?
    You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
    Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
    Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
    Probably never got your heart broke before
    But you gon’ get your karma for sure
    Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
    Never got my heart broke before

    [Verse 2]
    Tell karma when she come to bring her lingerie to the crib
    And a towel to bathe with the couple days that she here
    Yeah, I heard her heart cold, but mine’s glacier to the year
    Yeah, I got right in that water, I dove straight from the pier
    Went to jail, and I ain’t never been free for a year
    Ever since then, the kid ain’t never seen the streets a whole year
    I ain’t pressin’, applyin’ pressure on a bitch ’cause that’s weird
    I ain’t stressin’, ‘specially never ’bout a bitch ’cause that’s weird
    She’s a nat nat, she’s a queer
    She’s a nat nat, she’s a theory
    Make it rain like a dear
    Stunt severe, stuntin’ yearly
    Like you ain’t got no ears
    Express myself, but you don’t hear me
    I’m breakin’ out in tears
    Damn, lil’ dear, you gon’ kill me

    [Chorus]
    Why you always gotta go?
    Kodak, why you gotta leave?
    You always in the streets, you don’t make no time for me
    Why you always gotta leave me here on my own?
    Why we can’t ever spend leisure time home alone?
    Probably never got your heart broke before
    But you gon’ get your karma for sure
    Plus I heard she got a heart colder than yours
    Never got my heart broke before


  • Lana Del Rey – Take Me To Paris (Cherry Blossom Album)

    Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
    Like you always did when we was first dating.

    You’re sitting in your office, dreaming of a different life;
    You say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side.
    If we don’t leave town now, we’re never gonna get out of here alive.
    I’m walking home from school, my thoughts are drifting into space;
    Why don’t we leave tonight and take off to a different place?
    Don’t tell my daddy why, gotta get on that plane and just fly.

    Take me to Paris,
    Let’s go there and never look back.
    Paris, we can be crazy like that.
    You’re such a naughty boy!
    Why you taking that Polaroid?
    Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
    Take me to Paris.

    I wanna be that fantasy that you got on your mind;
    Flying across the sea to somewhere that they’ll never find.
    We should go out while we young, ’cause one day, we will want to rewind.

    Our time in Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
    Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
    We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
    Promise we won’t say goodbye.

    Take me to Paris,
    Let’s go there and never look back.
    Paris, we can be crazy like that.
    You’re such a naughty boy!
    Why you taking that Polaroid?
    Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
    Take me to Paris.

    Walking through the streets at dawn, we dance by empty carousels,
    Singing about the Sacré-Cœur, and climbing up the Tour Eiffel.
    Under the stars, we are, we are dreaming.

    You’re such a naughty boy!
    Why you taking that Polaroid?
    Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
    Take me to Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
    Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
    We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
    Promise we won’t say goodbye.

    Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
    Like you always did when we was first dating.


  • Trey Songz – 93 Unleaded (feat. Dave East) (Anticipation 3 Mixtape)

    [Intro: Trey Songz]
    Yeah

    [Hook: Trey Songz]
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

    [Verse 1: Trey Songz]
    Look at your hair, look at your clothes
    Yeah, look at your nails, check out your toes, yeah
    Body on slow mo, come here
    You got a nigga frooz like a lil baby deer (God damn)
    Ooh, baby girl, you’re cool like this time of year
    Girl, you hot as motherfuckin’ fish grease, yeah
    You don’t need a chair, sit it down right here
    And if you want it all, you can get that there
    Say you like to read, let me get between them pages
    Know you like to work out, I can spot while you squat
    Know these other girls, they ain’t got what you got
    Tryna fill your tank ’til the top

    [Hook: Trey Songz]
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

    [Bridge: Dave East]
    Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
    Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
    Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
    Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you

    [Verse 2: Trey Songz]
    Ay, look at your body, wait, look in my eyes
    Ay, picture my face, ay, between your thighs
    Ay, my lips on yours, drip, drip some more
    All of my time, I’m goin’ down
    Tryna find your spot, I’m tryna keep it there (ay, ay)
    I be goin’ deep, so baby, be prepared
    Super direct, no disrespect, yeah
    Oh, so sexy, I need that, yeah

    [Hook: Trey Songz]
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

    [Verse 3: Dave East]
    93, you gotta fuck wanna ride with me
    I look like I hit the lottery, only with niggas that die for me
    I used to be at with all the hammers and all the scammers and all where the powder be
    You hated, so fuck your apology, you see that red stripe on my Prada tee
    I jump out the Rover now, fully loaded
    Ain’t hard to see, I’ve been took over now
    Same bitches wouldn’t even pay attention
    I can bend them over, choke ’em now
    Bottom of my teeth golden now
    Only backwoods, I can roll a pound
    Homies locked, I can hold ’em down
    Got Givenchy stars on my shoulder now
    New grib, new bitch, true Crip, whip like a bowlin’ ball
    Yves Saint Laurent or the Dolce shades, I don’t even know though, sure
    Only if she bad I might see it, full of Henny, so I might eat it
    Only socks and my wife beater, her brain better than a mind reader

    [Hook: Trey Songz]
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can patch you up
    Fill like it’s 93 (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    Baby, come ride with me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    You just so fly to me (I ain’t tryna gas you up)
    I just feel like you the one, you the one, I can’t pass you up, no no no

    [Outro: Dave East & Trey Songz]
    Money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you
    Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you
    Yeah, money, I got plenty, girl, it’s nothin’, I could spend it all on you, (I just feel like you the one)
    Yeah, winter, spring, summer, yeah, make the money fall, fall on you


  • Grace – You Don’t Own Me lyrics

    [Intro: Grace]
    You don’t own me
    You don’t own me

    [Verse 1: G-Eazy]
    Woah, let’s go
    But I’m Gerald and I can always have just what I want
    She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
    Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent
    But nope, she ain’t with it though
    All because she got her own dough
    Boss bossed if you don’t know
    She could never ever be a broke ho
    [Verse 2: Grace]
    You don’t own me
    I’m not just one of your many toys
    You don’t own me
    Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

    [Chorus: Grace]
    Don’t tell me what to do
    And don’t tell me what to say
    Please, when I go out with you
    Don’t put me on display

    [Verse 3: Grace]
    You don’t own me
    Don’t try to change me in any way
    You don’t own me
    Don’t tie me down cause I’d never stay

    [Chorus: Grace]
    Don’t tell me what to do
    And don’t tell me what to say
    Please, when I go out with you
    Don’t put me on display

    [Verse 4: G-Eazy]
    Really though, honestly
    I get bored of basic bitches
    She’s the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her
    If shes alone and if she’d sent some pictures, she said no (what)
    Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself
    Never asking for your help, independent woman
    She ain’t for the shelf
    No, she’s the one
    Smoke with her till the weed is gone
    Stayin’ up until we see the sun
    Baddest ever, I swear she do it better than I’ve ever seen it done
    Never borrow, she ain’t ever loan
    That’s when she told me she ain’t never ever ever ever gonna be owned

    [Verse 5: Grace]
    I don’t tell you what to say
    I don’t tell you what to do
    So just let me be myself
    That’s all I ask of you
    I’m young and I love to be young
    I’m free and I love to be free
    To live my life the way I want
    To say and do whatever I please

    You don’t own me
    You don’t own me
    You don’t, you don’t
    You don’t own me
    You don’t own me
    You don’t own me