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LADY GAGA – Dancing In Circles lyrics

Tap down those boots while I beat around
Let’s funk downtown
Tap down those boots while I beat around
Let’s funk downtown

I lay around, touch myself to pass the time
I fell down, I wish you were mine
I close my eyes
Take breath and I picture us in a place
I can’t recognize
In the fire I call your name out
(oh-o-oh-oo-ahh-ahh)
Up full night tryin’ to rub the pain out
(oh-o-oh-oo-ahh-ahh)

I’m singin’
Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
I’m singin’ dancin’ in circles, feels good to be lonely

Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
I’m singing dancing in circles, feels good to be lonely

Tap down those boots while I beat around
Let’s funk downtown
Tap down those boots while I beat around
Let’s funk downtown

I fool myself
Swirl around as if I’m someone else
Your hands are mine

I do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive
Come alive

In the fire I call your name out
(call your name out, call your name out)
(oh-o-oh-oo-ahh-ahh)
(call your name out)
Up full night tryin’ to rub the pain out
(oh-o-oh-oo-ahh-ahh)
(rub the pain out)

I’m singin’
Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
I’m singin’ dancin’ in circles, feels good to be lonely

Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
I’m singing dancing in circles, feels good to be lonely

Tap down those boots while I beat around
Let’s funk downtown
Let’s funk downtown
Let’s funk downtown
Let’s funk downtown

Hurts inside but not this time
All the things that are on my mind
Vanish as I touch myself
Call out loud for you
Oh can you hear me singin’?

Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
Dancin’ in circles, feels good to be lonely

Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
I’m singing
Dancin’ in circles, feels good to be lonely

Tap down those boots while I beat around
Let’s funk downtown
Let’s funk downtown
Let’s funk downtown
Let’s funk downtown

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Little Mix – Love Me Or Leave Me lyrics

[Little Mix]
You used to tell me that you loved me once
What happened
What happened?
Where is all of this coming from?
What happened
What happened?
You say I’m crazy and there’s nothing wrong
You’re lyin’ and you know I know
Baby what have we become?
What happened?

We used to never go to bed angry
But it’s all we ever do lately
And you’re turning away like you hate me
Do you hate me, do you hate me?

You can take this heart
Heal it or break it all apart
No, this isn’t fair

Love me or leave me here!
Love me or leave me here!
Love me or leave me here!

Do you remember when you loved me once?
What happened, what happened?
And you’d hold me here just because
What happened?

We used to never go to bed angry
But it’s all we ever do lately
And you’re turning away like you hate me
Do you hate me, do you hate me? Oh

You can take this heart
Heal it or break it all apart
No, this isn’t fair
Love me or leave me here!
Love me or leave me here!
Love me or leave me here!

Love me baby please ’cause I could still be the only one you need
The only one close enough to feel you breathe
Yeah I could still be that place where you run
Instead of the one that you’re running from

You can take this heart
Heal it or break it all apart
No, this isn’t fair
Love me or leave me here!
Love me or leave me here!
Love me or leave me here!

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Tiara Thomas – OTW lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I get some new hoes, I might start releasin’ some niggas
I’m too old for this shit, I might just be teasin’ these niggas
I told ’em slow down, oh woah, woah, woah, woah
I ain’t a hoe, no no no no
I entertain’ but some niggas lackin’
And you phoney as hell cause you can’t get inside this
Maybe I lied
Maybe I might

[Hook]
I just notify the doorman
He know you comin’, he’ll let you in
I gotta come if you comin’ here
He sent a text like I’m comin’ in
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, on the way, I’m on the way
On the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the way
Maybe I lied
Maybe I might
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the
[Verse 2]
Let me know when you on the road
You know how it goes, you can’t fuck me though
But my pussy stay, to just below my waist
Now kiss me so I can taste, now kiss me so you don’t waste
So good I can fall in love but you might fall quicker, yeah yeah
And I know you won’t cause I’m [?], yeah yeah yeah
Baby, I
I don’t mind

[Hook]
I just notify the doorman
He know you comin’, he’ll let you in
I gotta come if you comin’ here
He sent a text like I’m comin’ in
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, on the way, I’m on the way
On the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the way
Maybe I lied
Maybe I might
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the

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Kano – Hurt Lyrics

[Hook]

I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
I locked it like bar staff slicking
The wire, fire, the bars I spit
Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
[Verse 1]

I got the power, this is my Austin hour
I floss material, hot for hours
I’m fire, I can’t be fired
Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
I’m flyer, LV buyer
You can see me on your LG
It’s like a riot, my shields are real
Rider, popping that (?)
I hit the stage I do this well
You too so I got coupes as well
Come to my show and prove to yourself
Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
Cause they can’t understand other guys
Like the baby out of Family Guy
I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
Just think that I’m actually fly
I deliver these lines with impact when I write
Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
And OK you’re rapping alright
But I ain’t practising mine
I got flows for days, bars for weeks
I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
Cash rules everything around me baby
Got my circle bun like Audi baby

[Hook]

I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
I locked it like bar staff slicking
The wire, fire, the bars I spit
Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself

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Project Pat – Shooters

[Intro-Colonel Loud]
Uhh, its your boy Colonel Loud
Know what I’m talkin bout
Them muthafuckin shooters nigga
Yuh, um
We got niggas out here, thinking they doing something
Might cross a nigga for a little bit of bread, but niggas ain’t worried bout that shit, man
I ain’t gotta get dirty my nigga
I’m a muthafucking boss, jefe nigga, I got shooters

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 1-Project Pat]
My dope in the plastic
No questions asking
Robbery squad, with out masking
Choppers with scopes
[?] the hoes
Square ass nigga, livin with hoes
Russian rifle, with the banana clippers
It’ll tame everyone of you, monkey ass niggas
Nigga ran off with the drop, he got shot
Tried to run off in the spot, he got popped
Young niggas kill anything for the guap
Tell lil bruh smoke up then [?] the crop
Its payback bitch, thats why the bullets sailing
Took your head off, and yo bitch got to screaming
Y’all was on a date, bullets got to raining
Brains on the glass, what the fuck was he thinking?
Crossing the boss, get you lost in the sauce
Get yo ass blowed off, running off at the jaw

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

[Verse 2-Colonel Loud]
Lil nigga laying in the bushes, waiting for your ass to hit the front door
Catch a pussy nigga close range, leave his ass laying on the front porch
What it look like? I ain’t pull the triggas, all this motherfucking money that I’m making
I’m a boss in these Carolina streets, I seen a lot a rap niggas out faking
You ain’t bout that life my nigga, you ain’t never dozed off in the trap
Waking up to a fiend in your face, fist balled up, still palming on that crack
My young boy got a Glock that holds 17
He been shooting since he 12, now he 17
Don’t let my little nigga pull up on that Chevy thing
He don’t give a fuck, when he done, be spraying everything
And thats a motherfucking truth
See my shooters? They’ll shoot
When I give the green light they don’t ask no questions they just do what it do
I’m a motherfucking boss
Keep thinking I’m soft
I don’t get my hands dirty, I send my young boys, they’ll knock your ass off

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

[Verse 3-Shy Glizzy]
The one and the only, the Jefe
You play with my set, it get messy
Let niggas play with my fetti
Watch me swing round that weight like I’m [?]
These niggas funny like Eddie (Murphy)
I told your bitch here go a Bezzy (She Thirsty)
I got two bitches in Beverley, said that I’m buying one Louis, one Fendi
Got shooters, got shooters, got shooters (boom, boom)
I got mula, got mula, got mula (lot of it)
Your girlfriend, yes she’s a chooser
You can have her back that bitch a jeweler
Clip hanging out like a ruler (bang)
It’s big glizzy, bitch yes I’m the ruler (bang, bang)
They don’t want no work, they not stupid
Have choppers show that lil boy he so foolish (blahh)
Chase 7 [?], I mean the [?], [?] never killed, If I don’t? Well of course
All of these diamonds look like Mr. Floss
I spend the bands, I don’t care what it costs
I tell my young nigga, off
And he get to taking them off
Glizzy got 30s, and 50s, and 100s, You better bout face for them all

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My niggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip

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Rockie Fresh – Pray 4 Me

[Verse 1]
I’m afraid of myself more than anyone else
I’m still lookin’ in the mirror when in need of some help
They assissinate my character and swing for the belt
But I still feel gifted when my presence is felt
Tryin’ take me out the game but you know Imma stay in
Only thing on my mind go hard, straight win
Lookin’ at these niggas like why we can’t stay friends?
I pray Meek Mill and Drake work again, Amen
I forgot I signed up for all of these wild days
I need two shots just for all of this foul play
I hit a far ball when I was tryin’ to reach homebase
My head is struck out, I’m like speak for your own case
Yeah, lately I been viewin’ thing differently
While ridin’ on my mission I ain’t crash today
Could’ve not woke up, could’ve past away
I’m startin’ to see what the pastor say
I have to say damn…

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me
[Speech [?]]
Fight so hard that you bring a stop in the defense of all
You can’t even be creative but you been through so much trials to survive
That you have forgotten what it felt like, when you were free

[Verse 2]
This made me think about my high school crush
Back when [?] she used to tell us to pass that dust
At 16 it’s that shit, you pass that blunt
It’s a real easy score anytime we layin’ up, yeah
Fast break to the bedroom each day
Puttin’ up “Highlights” need a replay
Now it’s every other week I gotta switch states
Cops killin’ niggas and it’s hard to find a safe place
Treat me like ingrate, lunch room, big plate
Still gotta eat though easy as a [?]
And I ain’t got no time for no weakos
I ain’t fuckin’ with no cheap hoes, Lord knows
Could’ve been a whole lot deeper but a lot more simple I been stayin’ on your mental
And the city kills dog men without a pencil, only God knows what they been through

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

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Guard – Die Online

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Tiara Thomas – OTW

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Stanaj – Ain’t Love Strange

Baby, I know I’ve been here before
oooh something feels familiar
Strange that when I gaze at you it’s deja-vu

strange I never thought I’d feel the way I do
Like my future and my past
got the same name, got the same eyes
got the same smile
Maybe in a past life you were queen
maybe in my past life I was king
Maybe we were made eternities ago
and maybe we didn’t know
Ooooohhh

Stranger things had happened
how strange would it be
if I told you I believe you were made for me
made for me yeah
oh made for me yeah
oh made for me yeah
made for me, made for me
Ain’t it funny how strangers
became less entangled
And ain’t it funny I don’t ever wanna let it go
Ain’t love strange

Baby, I know I’ve seen you before
It’s like staring in a mirror
Strange life, we in a twilight
but it feels so right
Strange that we’re never changing
but you changed my life
Maybe you and I possibly could find
that we are divine, heavenly designed
Falling for eachother at the same time
Calling to eachother, calling to eachother
Maybe we were made eternities ago
and maybe we didn’t know
Ooooohhh

Stranger things had happened
how strange would it be
if I told you I believe you were made for me
made for me yeah
oh made for me yeah
oh made for me yeah
made for me, made for me
Ain’t it funny how strangers
became less entangled
And ain’t it funny I don’t ever wanna let it go

But maybe we are from a place
where time and space won’t end
Maybe
Maybe we came from the stars
Maybe an angel flung into my arms
Maybe baby
I’ve seen crazier days

Stranger things had happened
how strange would it be
if I told you I believe you were made for me
made for me yeah
oh made for me yeah
oh made for me yeah
made for me, made for me
Ain’t it funny how strangers
became less entangled
And ain’t it funny I don’t ever wanna let it go
Ain’t love strange

Ooohhh ain’t love strange…

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Sevyn Streeter – D4L

[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
Ay, boy, I don’t have all the answers
Except when it comes to us
I hope I’d answer your questions
When you ask who do I love
For you, boy, I’m really lit right beside you
When you in the club tipping
I can be your, be your wife or your mistress
As long as I got you, baby, it ain’t no tripping

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down for life, I’m D4L, D4L
[Verse 2: Sevyn Streeter]
I see you playing your odds with some of them girls up in this club
And hollering at my friends trying to get them on your wish list
I know you got that super drive, so I’mma make it happen
Anything for daddy, let me work my magic
Just tell me what you want, baby
And I will bring the promise to life
I’mma bring that life to you now
My girl like what you done did
I’m playing on this level
Are we playin’ “Have you ever?”

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down, down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
Ay, boy, I don’t have all the answers
Except when it comes to us
I hope I’d answer your questions
When you ask who do I love
For you, boy, I’m really lit right beside you
When you in the club tipping
I can be your, be your wife or your mistress
As long as I got you, baby, it ain’t no tripping

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down, down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

[Bridge: The-Dream]
Radio Killa
Ain’t nothin’ realer
You can’t kill us
Radio Killa

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down, down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

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Cameron Jones – Rose

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Harlœ – All In My Feelings lyrics

When me go down town
Who will pick me up
4 AM but fuck it
Got so limb, barely drunk
On my way, I’m ’bout to blow up
I’m ’bout to blow up
I’m ’bout to blow up
I’m ’bout to blow up

You can ride the wave like you want it
4 o’clock in the morning
I need somebody, tell me are you that somebody
You, like Vegas baby, yeah you, gon’ take it baby, now

My baby calling
Caught in New Orleans
5 in the morning
If I’m being honest, yeah
You could get whatever you like from me
Like from me, like from me
Like from me, like from me
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah

I’m beside myself
Can’t pick me up
I feel stupid, I ain’t usually so late
But I been sipping slow
And now I’m fucked up
The way I should
Trying my luck
Well like so so

You can ride the wave like you want it
4 o’clock in the morning
I need somebody, tell me are you that somebody
You, I can’t even fake it, yeah you, gon’ get me late now

My baby calling
Caught in New Orleans
5 in the morning
If I’m being honest, yeah
You could get whatever you like from me
Like from me, like from me
Like from me, like from me
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah
Now you got me in my feelings
Motherfucker got me again
You know how you got me like this
You got me all in, all in my feelings, yeah

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Gwen Stefani – The Sweet Escape

[Gwen]
If I could escape I would but,
First of all, let me say
I must apologize for acting stank & treating you this way
Cause I’ve been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator
Maybe that’s the reason I’ve been acting so cold?

[CHORUS]
If I could escape & recreate a place that’s my own world
& I could be your favourite girl (forever), Perfectly together
Tell me boy now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)
If I could be sweet, I know I’ve been a real bad girl (I’ll try to change)
I didn’t mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)
We can make it better, Tell me boy wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

[Akon]
I want to get away, to our sweet escape
I want to get away, yeah

[Gwen]
You held me down, I’m at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out, I need to get me out of this joint
Come on let’s bounce, counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around, let’s look for some common ground
So baby, times get a little crazy
I’ve been gettin’ a little lazy, waitin’ on you to come save me
I can see that you’re angry by the way that you treat me
Hopefully you don’t leave me, wanna take you with me

[CHORUS]
If I could escape & recreate a place that’s my own world
& I could be your favourite girl (forever), Perfectly together
& tell me boy now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)
If I could be sweet (sorry boy)
I know I’ve been a real bad girl (I’ll try to change)
I didn’t mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)
We can make it better
& tell me boy now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Woohoo, Yeehoo
Woohoo, Yeehoo (If I could escape)
Woohoo, yeehoo (If I could escape)
Woohoo, Yeehoo

Cause I’ve been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator
Maybe that’s the reason I’ve been acting so cold?

[CHORUS]
If I could escape & recreate a place that’s my own world
& I could be your favourite girl (forever), Perfectly together
& tell me boy now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)
If I could be sweet (sorry boy)
I know I’ve been a real bad girl (I’ll try to change)
I didn’t mean for you to get hurt (whatsoever)
We can make it better
& tell me boy now wouldn’t that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Woohoo, Yeehoo (I wanna get away, get away)
Woohoo, Yeehoo (To our sweet escape)
Woohoo, Yeehoo (I wanna get away)
Woohoo, Yeehoo (Yeah)
Woohoo, Yeehoo
Woohoo, Yeehoo

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Russ – For The Stunt

[Intro]
It took me 10 years to talk like this…

[Hook]
Put a billboard in my city
Yea I do it for the stunt
Riding Bentley’s in your city
Yea I do it for the stunt
I might fly your girl out with me
Yea I do it for the stunt
I might go and blow like fifty
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
I just do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
I just do it for the stunt

[Verse 1]
I was broke a year ago i worked for this
Dropped 11 albums they all flopped but i learned from it
I dont go to church
But still i hope i reach the masses
Even tho what took you years to make
I pay in monthly taxes
They use to say i brag too much
They use to say i sing too much
They use to say i rap too much
Now its 10k just to drink too much
Now i got 10s in a hotel suite
When i show up its the first time we meet
Now the highlight of your week
Is an Instgram video in the club
With a bunch of broke people peep

[Hook]
Put a billboard in my city
Yea I do it for the stunt
Riding Bentley’s in your city
Yea i do it for the stunt
I might fly your girl out with me
Yea I do it for the stunt
I might go and blow like fifty
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
I just do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
I just do it for the stunt

[Verse 2]
Too busy eating my own fruit to check if yours is sweeter
Too busy watering my grass to check if yours is greener
I need a celebration
Celebrating hella patience
I was down but now i’m up
I’m celebrating elevation
Up
Ex’s hate but i know its love
Everyone late on the train but us
Still in a Nissan
Still with my day ones
Still keep it real as fuck
Plus
I boss up yea its been like that
Went on tour then i went right back
Millionaire new default setting
I keep on betting on me

[Hook]
Put a billboard in my city
Yea i do it for the stunt
Riding Bentley’s in your city
Yea i do it for the stunt
I might fly your girl out with me
Yea i do it for the stunt
I might go and blow like fifty
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
I just do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
Yea I do it for the stunt
I just do it for the stunt

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Sevyn Streeter – D4L (feat. The-Dream) letras

Ay, boy, I don’t have all the answers
Except when it comes to us
I hope I’d answer your questions
When you ask who do I love
For you, boy, I’m really lit right beside you
When you in the club tipping
I can be your, be your wife or your mistress
As long as I got you, baby, it ain’t no tripping

I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

I see you playing your odds with some of them girls up in this club
And hollering at my friends trying to get them on your wish list
I know you got that super drive, so I’mma make it happen
Anything for daddy, let me work my magic
Just tell me what you want, baby
And I will bring the promise to life
I’mma bring that life to you now
My girl like what you done did
I’m playing on this level
Are we playin’ “Have you ever?”

I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down, down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

Ay, boy, I don’t have all the answers
Except when it comes to us
I hope I’d answer your questions
When you ask who do I love
For you, boy, I’m really lit right beside you
When you in the club tipping
I can be your, be your wife or your mistress
As long as I got you, baby, it ain’t no tripping

I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down, down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

Radio Killa
Ain’t nothin’ realer
You can’t kill us
Radio Killa

I’m down for life, D4L, D4L
Me and your girl ain’t alike
I’m D4L, D4L
Baby, nothing lasts forever
Unless you’re down for whatever (All day)
Down, down for life, I’m D4L, D4L

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DJ Esco – Check On Me (feat. Future & Fabolous) letras

[Intro: Future]
I’ma tell y’all how serious it’s gettin’
Super mothafuckin’ Future
DJ Escomoecity, the coolest DJ on the mothafuckin’ planet

[Hook: Future]
Audemars the whip when I ride through
And I had snatched two Rollies
I got a check on me right now
Bitch I’m high and I’m rollin’
I got a check on me right now
Bitch I’m high, no focus
I got a check on me right now
And all my cards loaded
I got a check on me right now
See my watch is loaded
I got a check on me right now
All these hoes bogus
I got a check on me right now
I got a check on me, nigga
I got a check on me right now
I got a check

[Verse 1: Future]
They tryna tell me to turn down, I refuse to do it
They tryna tell me I’ma lose, I’m the undisputed
I just did a walkthrough and I bought a Cuban
Bunch of fake lawsuits, my attorney Jewish
I just bought a Benz with a walkthrough
And I had snatched two Presis
I’ma floss so you can see it, make your ass regret it
I’ma hit the pussy on the first night
Then I’m gonna snatch that Rollie
I got the streets on dynamite
I’m ’bout to cause an explosion
I’m ’bout to flex on ’em soon as I see ’em
They better know that I’m chosen
You see my watch and my chain and rings
Everything frozen
You see my face on the magazine
I’m gettin’ global exposure
I count it up like a money machine
Then I get ready to blow it

[Hook: Future]
I done bought a whip with a walk through, hold up
And I had snatched two Rollies
I got a check on me right now
Bitch I’m high and I’m rollin’
I got a check on me right now
Bitch I’m high, no focus
I got a check on me right now
And all my cars loaded
I got a check on me right now
See my watch is loaded
I got a check on me right now
All these hoes bogus
I got a check on me right now
I got a check on me, nigga
I got a check on me right now
I got a check

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I had to whip in a rice pot
I had the check in a Nike box
I got a way on the jump out
Station that checked my Nike socks
Still playing with the white rocks
Nigga this time no Vice Watch
Heart colder than a ice box
Hit your daughter while your wife watch
Call me Mr. Nice Watch
Ice the wrist like it’s swollen nigga
Boy that’s a Fisher Price watch
All you my first Rollie niggas
Better go get your check up, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no doctor though
Use the paper as my excuse
Treat the money like a doctor note
Neck heavy, got welts on it
Got a gold like Phelps on it
Heard that girl go to work with it
Treat the dick like “help wanted”
Tell them haters they can Yelp on it
Bitch we eatin’ good
Might cop me a Bentley truck
I like to be in the hood

[Hook: Future]
I done bought a whip with a walk through, hold up
And I had snatched two Rollies
I got a check on me right now
Bitch I’m high and I’m rollin’
I got a check on me right now
Bitch I’m high, no focus
I got a check on me right now
And all my cars loaded
I got a check on me right now
See my watch is loaded
I got a check on me right now
All these hoes bogus
I got a check on me right now
I got a check on me, nigga
I got a check on me right now

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Young Dolph – Real Life letras

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah you know I came up from shit man
Literally
Know what I’m sayin’, but don’t nothing stay the same forever though, ya’ mean?
Yeah

[Hook]
I ain’t never wanted nothin’ in my whole life but some fucking money
(That’s all I ever wanted)
Fuck them bitches, they gon’ always be around young nigga, ‘long as you get your money
(Ay fuck them bitches young nigga, get your paper)
Got enough choppers in the attic to supply a whole army (ay, HEY!)
And if you getting real cake in these streets, you better watch your closest homies (better watch ‘em)

[Verse 1]
I done seen a broke nigga get rich
I done seen a rich nigga go broke
I done seen a college girl turned to a ho
I done seen a spoiled young nigga start kicking doors
I know these bitches watching, let me strike a pose
Everything gone, nigga the trap closed
I almost died, I came that close
But grandma always prayed for me, that’s why I’m still in it
Flipped over in a fatal car wreck and I’m still living
No matter wherever I go I’m still Memphis
I know a 60 year old nigga still pimpin’
And a 60 year old nigga still crippin’

[Hook]
I ain’t never wanted nothin’ in my whole life but some fucking money
(That’s all I ever wanted)
Fuck them bitches, they gon’ always be around young nigga, ‘long as you get your money
(Ay fuck them bitches young nigga, get your paper)
Got enough choppers in the attic to supply a whole army (ay, HEY!)
And if you getting real cake in these streets, you better watch your closest homies (better watch ‘em)

[Verse 2]
You can’t come up because you loyal to the wrong shit
Won’t be loyal to the plug but loyal to the bitch
I just got 50 in, I just hit a lick
Bust down Dae Dae, look at the flick of the wrist
I used to didn’t have shit
Now I got a whole lot of everything
A lot of nigga’s bitches on my dick
And a whole lot of gold chains
And a whole lot of bread nigga
That come with a lot of head nigga
You could’ve took the same chances that I took but you was scared nigga
Thumbin’ through a check, plottin’ on the next one
Live life to the fullest ‘cause you only get one
Whatever I go buy, I go get the best one
Dolph Gabana, nothing like the rest of ‘em

[Hook]
I ain’t never wanted nothin’ in my whole life but some fucking money
(That’s all I ever wanted)
Fuck them bitches, they gon’ always be around young nigga, ‘long as you get your money
(Ay fuck them bitches young nigga, get your paper)
Got enough choppers in the attic to supply a whole army (ay, HEY!)
And if you getting real cake in these streets, you better watch your closest homies (better watch ‘em)

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Tkay Maidza – Simulation letras

[Verse 1]
We make it up and you stay
If I break the rules that you play
Tell me that you want it, tell me there’s no need to show it
But you don’t see what I see, you never will
[?] all the same
I let flow and you play
I did if I wanted, told you to make the edits
Cause the trouble that will follow is unreal

[Pre-Chorus]
I said hey, hey
Living on the run
Pulling at the strings ’til the lights turn on
It’s too late
Living on the run
But they’re staring at the wall
Cause I said hey, hey
Living on the run
Pulling at the strings ’til the lights turn on
It’s too late
Living on the run
But they’re staring at the wall
[Chorus]
Cause I keep moving, I keep moving, I keep moving along
And will you be here when we start finding what we’re searching for
Cause I keep moving, I keep moving, I keep moving along
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation

[Verse 2]
We all seem to find the way
I never share to keep safe
If it there’s no other way but I’m not standing in the shade
I’m running ’round circles got me [?]
When time is up and they pay
They too left to see
If this what’s you got cause you got everything you want from me
I’m ready for it reaching for the top

[Pre-Chorus]
I said hey, hey
Living on the run
Pulling at the strings ’til the lights turn on
It’s too late
Living on the run
But they’re staring at the wall
Cause I said hey, hey
Living on the run
Pulling at the strings ’til the lights turn on
It’s too late
Living on the run
But they’re staring at the wall

[Chorus]
Cause I keep moving, I keep moving, I keep moving along
And will you be here when we start finding what we’re searching for
Cause I keep moving, I keep moving, I keep moving along
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation

[Bridge]
[?] up on my walls, looking greater than China
I took my time on this, my hands getting so brighter
I try to widen my brain, the [?] getting so [?]
Same story, same games [?] have it change ways
I’m the [?] different pieces
[?] I find the [?] and [?]
Little did they know, I see what’s real and what’s in the mind
I can tell that you [?]

[Chorus]
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation
Stuck in the simulation

[Outro]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na

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Larry June – I’m Workin letras

[Hook]
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Now have that pasta cooked when a real nigga done
Hoe bitch! I’m workin!
I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Realest nigga in the game. Let me show you how it’s done
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Aye you niggas ain’t trappin. Nigga you livin with yo mom

[Verse 1]
I tried to make a fuckin song for the radio
That’s when I realized I’m a real trap nigga
I swear that choppa knock a nigga off his patio
Meet me at Trader Joes. Thirty for a whole chicken
I got these hoes astonished
All these yellow diamonds
Choppas like a shotta
Niggas try to rob it
Catch another body
Larry, do you trap?
I don’t know. Probably
Bitch you’re out of pocket
Are you off a molly?
Super duper trappin
Rolly cost a Caddy
Askin all these questions
Larry, are you mobbin?
Niggas got a problem
All my niggas slidin
When I’m out in Houston, gotta keep the rocket
Damn I just hit a fuckin pot hole
Aye! Scraped up my fuckin Forgi-atos
You hear that beepin? That’s the money counter
I’m on a mission. I’ve been moving faster
Throughout the pain. Nigga never panic
Two hundred thousand. Kept it in the attic

[Hook]
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Now have that pasta cooked when a real nigga done
Hoe bitch! I’m workin!
I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Realest nigga in the game. Let me show you how it’s done
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Aye you niggas ain’t trappin. Nigga you livin with yo mom

[Verse 2]
Aye! Lately I’ve been on some other shit
I need a million bags
Catch a nigga slippin. Four-Five hit a nigga legs
Lately I’ve been spazzin
I done ran through bout fifty bands
Now it’s time to re-up
Hit my plug I need bout fifty bags
I pray to God I never have to trap again. Our block Hot
Two weeks ago the feds ran in my nigga’s spot
You’ll probably never comprehend the shit a nigga rappin bout
Bend the corner, mob, if I see the fuckin white ghost
Dammit I’ve been fuckin ballin daily
My conversation paper. Dig it, baby?
Before I hit, she signed an application
I got bitches. All fuckin races
Water whippin like a life guard
Punk bitch I got no patience
These rap niggas all swag takin
I’m buyin new whips. New registration

[Hook]
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Now have that pasta cooked when a real nigga done
Hoe bitch! I’m workin!
I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Realest nigga in the game. Let me show you how it’s done
Aye bitch! I’m workin!
Aye you niggas ain’t trappin. Nigga you livin with yo mom

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Lance Skiiiwalker – Lover’s Lane letras

‘Til it feels good
Gotta keep lovin’ you baby
Let the years grow, baby
Gotta keep lovin’ you baby

So don’t start it, ’cause you doin’ it right
Girl I want you, all day and night
As the moon glows, baby
I’ma keep lovin’ you baby
Make it feel good, darling
I’ma keep lovin’ you baby
As the love show
Gotta stay home with you baby
Let the years grow, baby
Gotta stay home with you darling
So don’t start it, ’cause you do it right
Girl I want you, all day and night

But you feel good, baby
Gotta stay humpin’ you darling
As the moon glows, baby
I’ma keep lovin’ you baby
But you feel good darling
I’ma keep lovin’ you darling
As the moon glows, baby
I’ma keep lovin’ you baby
Make it feel good, darling
I’ma keep lovin’ you darling

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Don Q – Groupie Love letras

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love
Don

[Verse 1: Don Q]
No pillow talking with these hoes, groupie bitch play your role
I’m doing 80 through the toll, I hit up Vegas in a Rolls
I like strippers with they body done
I need a blowjob, I’m ’bout to hire one
She said she like all my songs
Well can you come give me some head while I’m writin’ one?
I need a mami, a fire one
Im taking these pills ’til my body numb
Slow-mo, I can’t move
Hardly parked the new Rari at the pool party
Me and Artist going hop out it
Pull up on the curb, sitting lopsided
Talking fly you better not stop it
Balmain, my whole block got it
I get that work and I serve it
Hop in that toy and I swerve it
Maybach with the curtains
I’m laid back in my Birkin
I met a bitch out in Florida, but she said she live in Georgia
I was Louis down when I saw her
Had another one right before her
Say my name put some respeck on it
I’m certified, put a check on it
I come to your strip just to flex on it
Saint Laurent when I step on it
You and your friend, y’all are both mine
I got white bitches doing coke lines
Ten chains, you would go blind
Switching lanes, I got no time

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Hit ATL, they think T.I.P there, Hit MIA, they think Rick there
20K for the wristwear, do the Yeezys then I switch pairs
Like woah, I do the dance on em
I fuck her then I put my mans on her
Strip club, throwin’ bands on her
I throw that money just to stand on it
Wait, fuck all the hype
She coming to fuck then I’m boarding to flight
Ain’t no difference all these hoes is alike
Pour a four in a Sprite then I call it a night
Wait, big kilo make my neck hurt
I got a rottweiler on my sweatshirt
I don’t even got a text first
She gon’ dive in the bed headfirst
They rush the door when we coming out it
I be drunk as fuck, I just stumble out it
Looking like a couple hundred thousand
I ain’t never ever have no love for cowards
Niggas know me and the bitches on me
Doing autographs, just titties only
VIP, my hitters only
Bring that ass here and come sit it on me

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

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Rockie Fresh – Pray 4 Me letras

[Verse 1]
I’m afraid of myself more than anyone else
I’m still lookin’ in the mirror when in need of some help
They assissinate my character and swing for the belt
But I still feel gifted when my presence is felt
Tryin’ take me out the game but you know Imma stay in
Only thing on my mind go hard, straight win
Lookin’ at these niggas like why we can’t stay friends?
I pray Meek Mill and Drake work again, Amen
I forgot I signed up for all of these wild days
I need two shots just for all of this foul play
I hit a far ball when I was tryin’ to reach homebase
My head is struck out, I’m like speak for your own case
Yeah, lately I been viewin’ thing differently
While ridin’ on my mission I ain’t crash today
Could’ve not woke up, could’ve past away
I’m startin’ to see what the pastor say
I have to say damn…

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

[Speech [?]]
Fight so hard that you bring a stop in the defense of all
You can’t even be creative but you been through so much trials to survive
That you have forgotten what it felt like, when you were free

[Verse 2]
This made me think about my high school crush
Back when [?] she used to tell us to pass that dust
At 16 it’s that shit, you pass that blunt
It’s a real easy score anytime we layin’ up, yeah
Fast break to the bedroom each day
Puttin’ up “Highlights” need a replay
Now it’s every other week I gotta switch states
Cops killin’ niggas and it’s hard to find a safe place
Treat me like ingrate, lunch room, big plate
Still gotta eat though easy as a [?]
And I ain’t got no time for no weakos
I ain’t fuckin’ with no cheap hoes, Lord knows
Could’ve been a whole lot deeper but a lot more simple I been stayin’ on your mental
And the city kills dog men without a pencil, only God knows what they been through

[Hook]
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody love me like they say they love me
Thank God, somebody prayin’ for me
Situations gettin’ ugly
Found the beauty in struggle now they can’t touch me
I know somebody prayin’ for me
Somebody somewhere prayin’ for me

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Migos – Pull Up letras

[Hook]
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Park the the whip, park it
Start the whip, start it
Pop the shit, pop it
Fuck on your bitch
She lovin’ the clique, I play with the clit (play with it)
She pick up the bag, I make her go to work, and pay her in dick
My cars are tint (tinted)
Put the stars in vics
No flaws, cars fit in my garage, about to ménage a bitch
I got her number, got head from her, never gon call the bitch
Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling, foot out the window with the wrist, fuck em up
No need to talk, they know what the deal is
Don’t fuck with the kid
I pull up and shoot at your wig and your kids
You fuck with the pigs
Niggas know who, niggas know you
You told them who, bringing the crew
Boom Boom
Kick down your door bo-boom

[Hook]
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Park the Bentley on the curb
Diamonds came out the earth
Her pussy water when I’m kickin’
Her pussy water wanna surf
Auntie got a pack of percs
Put a nigga on a shirt
He pulled up, and he hopped out
But I had to shoot the nigga first
Took a bitch from the bottom
Name a pack, I done bought em
I met the plug at Ramada
Put the packs in the columns
Mac and cheese no collards
Big mac, no whopper
Macintosh no Apple
Mac 11 for the hackers

[Verse 3: Offset]
Hop out the robotic, this how I go bout it
Migos pulled up with Dracos I don’t low ride em
Yeah he a man but the stick bout to hole wide em
Stick to the code, who got shot, I don’t know bout it
Who, huh we sellin’ bombs, Saddam
I smell more millions to come
We spend a hundred for fun

[Hook]
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up

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Johnny Drama – Loft letras

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me, can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 1]
Eh, we gon’ count it up tonight (cash, cash )
If she really down, i put her on a flight (ooh, flight)
I’m in that big body and I make a right (ooh, I swerve)
If you do me wrong you can’t make it right
Ahh, [?] man I’m counting fetti (counting guap)
I just fucked her best friend now she getting petty (smash)
Going city after city, my name getting heavy
In that [?], got me always ready
Man the flow has always been on sick shit (sick shit)
They say if it ain’t broke then don’t fix it (don’t fix it)
Only strap that I got is my kick shit
Maison Margiela, that some real shit
But to tell the truth, I don’t wanna kick it
Drive so fast might get a ticket
Off the drank and now she with it
I push it to the limit

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 2]
Got that bitch on me (got that bitch)
Want that verse for me, I don’t work for free
I do it so much (do this shit)
She wanna look, and she wanna touch
Try to tell ya’, I don’t give a fuck (i don’t give a fuck)
Going hard, ain’t even on no drugs (ain’t no drugs
Got her cloths so scattered on the rug
Off that liqueur, it’s all in my blood (in my blood)
I stay true that real shit in my blood (in my blood)
I never question, I knew who I was (who I was)
When I’m on the stage I get a rush (get a rush)
[?], boy I swear that trust

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)

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Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me
Some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is most popular
But I just booked my next nine months
Ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, (Baby)
Two bitches three’s company how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this yac trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottoms, come and get a order, and now
They brought in the room, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed in the great words of Buckshot, my answer is “why the fuck not”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Right down to the crooked business, thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods, out there fuckin’ with cops
No they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s joe

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Jacquees – Outta Line (feat. Tink) letras

[Hook]
I’m stepping outta line
I’m stepping outta line

[Verse 1: Tink]
Boy you gotta slow down
You move away too fast
Looks like I got more than you can handle
There’s another man beside you
And he’s good to me
But not good as you
You show me all the freaky things that he doesn’t do
Oh I said, this shit has to stop
Know when he’s gone, you can hit my spot
You got me so confused
‘Cause a lot of men just come and go, we’re stepping out that friendzone, tonight
Don’t get me in trouble
Actin’ like a [?]

[Hook]
I’m stepping outta line
I’m stepping outta line

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Don’t wanna slow down
Wanna put my hands on your body parts
Tonight you’re having it your way
Don’t you ask for his permission
Did I mention?
I’m in love with switching positions
Wanna fuck you in the kitchen
Imma hit it from beside, he don’t
It’s a shame he don’t
Treat you like you the queen that’s on a throne
All the games he on
Wanna let him go, but you holding on
The love is gone
I got you confused
It’s the shit that we do, yeah
I’ll keep you wet all night
No dry spot, let’s take this shit to my spot
I’m tryna make your spot hot
Aye fuck your nigga, I’m your side guy

[Hook]
I’m stepping outta line
I’m stepping outta line
I’m stepping outta line
I’m stepping outta line

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Sofi Tukker – Drinkee letras

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo

Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto.

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto.

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto.

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto.

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto.

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Bigg Dogg – Give And Take letras

Yeah, Yeah, thats dope that right

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah x2

[Chorus]
Uh, Yo
In this game you gotta fight till you die
Some losing and some survive
You Gotta Know
How to move when you tryna get by
Or when you just tryna live ya life
Its a Give and Take in this World x2
Its a Give and Take in this world where
Everything is yours and the money
Is the only support
Its a Give And

[1st Verse]
Its a Give and Take up where i stay’
Just seen Jerry Seinfeld like the other day
And right around the corner they be
Dealing yay
That good coca, the price is right dont play
I done seen the realest turn to fake niggas
Same niggas hating rats be the snake niggas
The hood fucked up im high cruising through
The Bruckner
Wondering if I ain’t have rap, would I be
Locked up
And I’d be in the street 7 days a fucking week
Paradise told me stay hungry
All these niggas cheap
Money on a nigga mind, Mind never minding
Money on mines
Ya niggas been hating since the first rhyme
And since im here preaching it louder
I gotta light a Dutch of the Sour
Truthfully, ya kats is cowards
And the only left to discuss is more power nigga

[2nd Chorus]
In this game you gotta fight till you die
Some losing and some survive
You Gotta Know
How to move when you tryna get by
Or when you just tryna live ya life
Its a Give and Take in this World x2
Its a Give and Take in this world where
Everything is yours and the money
Is the only support
Its a Give And

Yo, Yo

[2nd Verse]
Its a Give and Take everybody want the cake
Pockets fucked up, i ain’t stopping son
I’ll win the race
People watching, everybody locking eyes Jaws dropping
Cops identifying young kids out here
Just surviving
Everybody watching, more violence
Funerals in silence
Hammers with like 14 hommies
Im Mahatma Ghandi
Preaching the words of life soaking knowledge
You couldn’t understand the truth
If a polygraph showed you how too
Weak niggas them never compete niggas
Complain about me nigga
What about you? are you chasing figures
You been switching pictures changing all
Of the surroundings
You know you got money when people revolve
Around it
And sadly thats the way that it goes
Free my OG he told me the realest shit
I never wrote
Like some niggas live to be 88
And other niggas die right in front of your face

[3rd Chrous]

In this game you gotta fight till you die
Some losing and some survive
You Gotta Know
How to move when you tryna get by
Or when you just tryna live ya life
Its a Give and Take in this World x2
Its a Give and Take in this world where
Everything is yours and the money
Is the only support
Its a Give And

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Lloyd – Tru letras

[Intro]
I lost it all, my friends, my loved ones
But in life there’s always a chance to grow
From the struggle, from the pain, from the realness
Here’s my story, Lloyd

[Verse 1]
Hey world, yeah I know it’s been a while
Thought I’d come around to let you know what’s up now
No album lately so my mind is kinda up, down
I still been taking care of mama in the somehow
Disappeared from the scene and left my old team
Had to find a new approach to an old dream
And it’s not to take a shot at my old team
I just want you to see

[Chorus]
This is me so please accept me for who I am
And please accept me for what I do
I’m just doing everything that I can
Cause all I wanna be is true
So please accept me for who I am
And please accept me for what I do
Cause there’s no me without you
And all I wanna be is true

[Verse 2]
Apologies if I ever let you down
But so much shit done happen that it’s hard to talk about
So many losses that my lawyer said don’t talk about it
Just had to breathe, keep it cool ’til I can walk up out it
Came home helped my sister raise a child
Kinda hurt me cause I could of had my own now
Lost my baby damn it’s really hitting home now
I just had to learn

[Chorus]
This is me so please accept me for who I am
And please accept me for what I do
I’m just doing everything that I can
Cause all I wanna be is true
So please accept me for who I am
And please accept me for what I do
Cause there’s no me without you
And all I wanna be is true

[Bridge]
I look up to the sky, Lord why do I cry
When no one is looking, is the blame for this pain
Even caused by the shame of this fame I’ve been given
My pride don’t cause me to hide my true feelings
Cause I can only be real
Cause I can only be real

[Chorus]
This is me so please accept me for who I am
And please accept me for what I do
I’m just doing everything that I can
Cause all I wanna be is true
So please accept me for who I am
And please accept me for what I do
Cause there’s no me without you
And all I wanna be is true
Alright, alright
And all I wanna be is true
Alright
And all I wanna be is true
And all I wanna be is true
Alright
And all I wanna be is true

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Rory Fresco – Average (Mad World Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
Since I was a toddler
I had a problem
I can’t live normal
Wasn’t an option
Yeah money my hobby
Got that from my daddy
It wasn’t a mommy
Gave that to my granny
And I got the bands now
Everybody hands out
Dropped out of college
Now I’m getting profit
When I quit my day job
I just wanted to thank God
Old life done with that
I ain’t ever going back
Then I hit the mall
Imma buy it all
Then I hit the city
Zooming in the Hemi
Then I get a plate to go
Hating niggas hate to know
Then I gotta confess
I don’t think I’m done yet

[Hook]
Let’s get this cash quick
I need a mansion
I need the Aston
Let’s make it happen
I’m in my bag quick
What are you asking?
We don’t do average
We don’t do average
We don’t do average, Slick
We make it happen, quick
What are you asking?
What are you asking?
We don’t do average

[Verse 2]
I am not regular
I am extravagant
I am no peddler
I’m selling swag
My level on 10
This is not far
I am not them
I am aware
Pull up like skrrt
Then pull up her skirt
She had started laughing
I’m about that action
And I’m on a roll
In case you ain’t know
I confess, I ain’t done yet

[Hook]
Let’s get this cash quick
I need a mansion
I need the Aston
Let’s make it happen
I’m in my bag quick
What are you asking?
We don’t do average
We don’t do average
We don’t do average, Slick
We make it happen, quick
What are you asking?
What are you asking?
We don’t do average