Heinz Rudolf Kunze – Lola Lyrics

Ich traf sie in 'nem Imbiß in Dortmund-Nord
Es roch stark nach Schaschlik und 'n bißchen nach Abort
Und sie hieß Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich sagte: Darf ich bitten oder woll'n wir erst tanzen?
Sie wurde rot und rührte wie ertappte Emanzen
In ihrer Cola
C.O.L.A. Cola lalalala Lola

Nun seh ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger –
Ich führe, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich blöd, aber so blöd bin ich nicht:
Sie hatte Haare auf den Zähnen und auch mitten im Gesicht
Oh meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Lalalala Lola

Wir tranken und kamen uns langsam abhanden
An der Neonröhre hingen vergammelte Girlanden
Wenn ich umfiel, baute sie mich immer wieder auf
Bis sie sagte: So, mein Sohn, jetzt gehn wir zu mir rauf!
Wenn ich voll bin, bin ich kein Fall für Carmen
Doch sie nahm mich untern Arm, sie kannte kein Erbarmen
Meine Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola

Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Ich schrie: Laß mich gehn!
Sie wollte nicht verstehn
Sie sagte: Nicht mit mir!
Ich sagte: Gut dann eben nicht
Und bestellte noch Bier
Ist das nun Liebe oder ist das nur ein schwacher Trost?
Ich sage immer was ich denke und ich sagte: Prost
Auf dein Spezielles, Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Girls heißen Alf und Boys heißen George
Nicht nur in London sondern jetzt auch schon in Dortmund-Nord
Und er hieß Lola
Lalalala Lola

Ich war gerade erst zuhause ausgezogen
Ich hatte noch niemals meine Mami belogen
Lola lächelte nur und faßte mich an
Und sagte: Ich bin es längst – heut wirst auch du ein Mann!

Ich werd gern zur Brust genommen, also bin ich wohl einer
Ganz sicher bin ich nicht, doch das ist ja heute keiner
Höchstens Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola lalalala Lola
Lola (laß gut sein Günter
Ich muß noch fahrn) lalalala Lola
Lalalala Lola

Rich The Kid, Flo Milli & Mulatto – Nasty Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
She get nasty (Buddah Bless this beat)
Nasty

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She like to twerk it in the mirror (In the mirror)
That ass too fat, ain’t no more FaceTime, need it clearer (Need it clearer)
And when she sad, give her the dick and she gon’ cheer up (She gon’ cheer up)
She get done sucking, fell asleep, think it’s the syrup (It’s the syrup)
With no hands (With no hands)
Hop up on the dick, she like to dance (She like to dance)
Make it nasty ’cause she know I got the bands (I got the bands)
Know she frеaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Pussy too good, had to take that bitch to Francе

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Mulatto]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Big Latto)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Double-hand hand twist the pipe but I ain’t even plumbing
He like ’em nasty-nasty, bitch, I’m Mrs. Put That Thumb In
He pull on my tracks like London, throw that shit back, got him running
Demon time, I give him hell, sound like an angel when I’m on it
Swallow that dick, don’t spit up
I’ma leave a lil’ puddle when I get up (Ooh)
Tryna feel it in my stomach, no sit-up
Call when you want and you know I’ma pick up
From the back just like that with the chin up, yeah
He got both legs pinned up
Start from the car to the bed to the floor
It ain’t no telling just where we might end up (Latto)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Flo Milli]
She gon’ do it with no hands
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Ooh, haha)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 3: Flo Milli & Rubi Rose]
Shake my ass all on his dick ’cause I can tell he like to touch it
Can’t have no strings attached, nigga, do I look like your puppet?
He in love just off of fucking, two minutes in and now he busting (Ha)
Confusing me with bitches, goofy nigga, ain’t no cuffing
He was bragging on his dick, my pussy whip that nigga bluffing
Don’t be reaching for my hand, you ain’t my man when we in public (Ew)
Make him slip all on this pussy, watch him lick it ’til he hiccup (Yup)
Kick him out my house, don’t call me twice if I don’t pick up (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse 4: Rubi Rose]
I drop this bomb on the dick (It’s a bomb, yeah)
The way I bust it, know he think I tote a stick (Uh, you know I’m nasty)
I make it nasty, I spell Rubi while I lick (Uh)
Boy, this a movie, have you ever made a flick? (Three, two, one, play)
When you say action (Action), I start acting (Actin’ up)
Cut, rewind, see I ride it backwards
But ain’t no passion (Nah) ’cause nigga, I could never love you (Ever)
Fuck you like your daddy then send you back to your mama

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

Defari – Bomb Tree Lyrics

* [Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb

(Defari)
My minds trippin’, I’m flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness
Society’s playin’ with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo

Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin’ hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have? A motherf*ckin blunt that hits
That’s the shit, stop playin’, add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig? I’m only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I’ll stop, Not!
I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what! Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Summer Walker Advice How To Fix Broken Men, Says They Need Therapy Not Wives

Being pregnant is perhaps giving Summer Walker some new perspective on men she dates.

The past few months have not been easy for the singer as she has been on-and-off with her baby daddy, London on da Track. The pair’s relationship has been plagued by rumors of domestic abuse in the past, as well as cheating by London, who appears to have a host of baby mamas who does not have positive things to say about the music producer. This seems to have given Summer Walker much to think about as she posted some psychological insight on her Insta.

“These broken men don’t need a gf or wife to hold them down. They need father figures, rehab, AA, & a therapist,” she wrote. “Wish I understood this in high school & college I prolly would’ve stayed a virgin all the way till I was in my 20’s.” It is a bit late for the 24-year-old to do all that, but perhaps it’ll help her have healthier relationships in the future.

London has hinted that he is missing the “Let It Go” singer. Last week he posted a photo of himself on his private jet with the caption, “Riding solo home”. A fan commented, “If you miss summer just say that,” and London pinned the remark to the top of the comment section. Hopefully, this means he will be more involved in the life of his future child, as his track record is not great, according to his other baby mamas.

Not one, but two, of the women with whom London On Da Track shares kids have accused the 29-year-old of being neglectful. One took to social media this week, alleging that London did not see his daughter, Paris, throughout the entirety of 2020 and that he had lackluster Christmas gifts delivered 10 days after the holiday.

Skinnyman – Not Bonnie And Clyde Lyrics

Verse One
(Skinnyman)
She was rocking Gucci sandals, he was rocking Prada sports
I suppose nowadays it takes all sorts
Everyone’s a baller never been on a ball court
Mind you don’t fall short, listen to the whole report
They’d be out kiting, clipping and shop lifting
Or running around town on the underground dipping pockets
Anything so they could make that profit
They had both been to jail it didn’t make them stop it
It made them more wise for their crime enterprise
They join both sides so they could move on the rise
Cos now they got it lockеd, thumbs in all kinda pies
Aiming straight for the prize
Likе the limit was the sky
They never taking cut backs and never compromise
They’ll talk to the bosses but not the small frys
They’d be like don’t take us for no Bonnie and Clyde
This is a whole new millennium, a whole new ride

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Two
(Skinnyman)
She was raised by her four brothers
And a dad that didn’t love her cos he wouldn’t stop pushing his hands under the cover
She’d search in her heart for the love of her mother
When she searched through the cupboards she was soon to discover
A gun that would soon replace the love for her mum
It put a bullet in her dad so she could get up and run away
To those streets only seen as prey
But now she’s all grown up and she don’t play
She stands in Kings Cross shottin rocks all day
With a brudda who she sometimes feel is gay

He said nah I love to f*ck nuff yattis in bed
But I don’t f*ck with relationships they f*ck with your head
She just laughed and said hold it down blood nuff said
Lets both go out on road so we can make mad bread
And link the team
So we can make mad cream
And enjoy the dream
And start flossin, nah wha I mean

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Three
(Skinnyman)
Plan on living forever ming(?)
Going out to n-yam up every ting
Saying we can both grow old and forever bling
Enjoying life for the finer things
Like the house, the cars, the diamond rings
And all them tings in store and more
That’s for sure
With nothing less than champagne for us to pour
Security surveillance, we got dogs at the door
You might hold a two two, I might hold a four four
We’ll hold down a nice lickle house in the country
With an off road jeep and a cupboard full of skunk trees
A summer house by the beach
And every now and then go and check for our London peeps
To reflect back to the start of this paper chase
And give back to the yutes on the council estates
Show them how to turn their life around and live great
Cos that’s how we started in the first place

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Theodor Black stares down racism in London on “Sub Culture”

Theodor Black stares down racism in London on “Sub Culture”
The South London rapper’s latest single is his most energetic yet.

By Alex Robert Ross

September 01, 2020

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South London rapper Theodor Black has garnered critical acclaim over the past two years with a string of strung-out, somnambulant releases, blending his laid-back flow with jazzy beats so mellow that they’re almost ambient. His debut EP, 2018’s Black Boy Blues, laid the groundwork, and the singles he’s released then, including collaborations with fellow Londoners Osquello and vzline, have demonstrated progress without tearing up the blueprint — more evolution than revolution. But on his latest single, “Sub Culture,” premiering below, Black retains the groggy production that underpinned his earlier releases while delivering his lines with more venom, picking apart his city’s racism and the violence it breeds.

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“I wrote it about a year ago and funnily enough it just seemed to fit into the context of the times we’re currently in,” Black said in a press statement. “I was angry about a lot of things when I wrote it, my filter was completely switched off and I ended up writing what I would say is one of the most honest pieces of music that I’ve composed so far.”

In an email to The FADER, Black said that the song’s video, directed by Louis Lincoln-Bottcher and streaming below, was inspired by Mathieu Kassovitz’s 1995 film La Haine, which focused on the plight of three young, marginalized immigrant men in Paris. “It’s one of my favorite movies, it’s beautifully shot and brutally honest with its intentions,” Black wrote. “In a way, I feel like ‘Sub Culture’ is the same.”

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Check out the video for “Sub Culture” below.

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King Krule is a creature of the night in the “Comet Face” video

King Krule is a creature of the night in the “Comet Face” video
Man Alive is out now.

By Jordan Darville

August 11, 2020

King Krule released his project Man Alive! in February, and that wonderful album has been blessed with some exceptional music videos. There was the animated “Cellular,” the bonkers puritanical nightmare of “(Don’t Let The Dragon) Draag On,” and “Alone, Omen 3,” which showcased just how much Krule’s presence (in addition to his music) helps him to stand out. Today, the fourth Man Alive! visual drops, and it’s for “Comet Face.”

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C.C. Wade directs the visuals, which are a low-budget tribute to An American Werewolf in London. Krule is stalked — or stalks — through a park as a red-eyed, four-legged, furry demon slaughters relics of England’s past. Check it out above.

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Toronto-based collective No Tourists pay homage to London on “Dumbo”

Toronto-based collective No Tourists pay homage to London on “Dumbo”
The song serves as the first single from their upcoming GUERRILLA EP.

By Sajae Elder

July 30, 2020

Toronto has a long-standing cultural connection to London, particularly through the grime and drill scenes, and those links are crystal clear on Ontario collective No Tourists’ new single, “Dumbo.”

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The seven-piece — Keynes Woods and Garcons frontman Deelo Avery, James Wesson, and Kafayé, Lan’do as well as producers universes and Abdullah — have brought together hip-hop, grime, R&B, house music, dancehall, jazz, and funk on past releases, including last year’s Snow Tourists, but in a statement to The FADER the group acknowledged that they were focused on Britain for their latest single.

“The song was heavily inspired by our love and respect for UK drill and grime music,” the group said of the universes and geezr-produced track. “This track is special to us because we were all on the same page in trying to make a tune that captures our respect and love for UK drill and grime. We all pushed ourselves out of our comfort zones and surprised each other a little bit – in the end, ‘Dumbo’ is what we set it out to be, you can’t listen and remain stagnant”.

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The high energy visuals embody the DIY spirit of both cities, pairing perfectly with the bass-heavy production of the song itself. The track also serves as the first single from their upcoming GUERRILLA EP, set to drop on August 14.

Watch the video above.

Thumbnail image via Ayo Adepoju.

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Bankruptcy plea: Relief for Vijay Mallya

Indebted businessman Vijay Mallya has avoided being made bankrupt in the London high court after a judge adjourned the bankruptcy petition the Indian banks brought against him, slamming it as “by any measure extraordinary”. Chief Insolvency and Companies Court judge Briggs adjourned the petition for “at least six months”, saying Mallya should be given time to pay the debts in full.

ALL EYEZ ON ME Lyrics and Video Song – Jazzy B, Roach Killa

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Well you don’t know

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Jazzy B!
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Roach Killa money production
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Chadd chaache deyan moddeyan
Te vekheya si mela
Ohde pichhe baneyaa main Manak da chela
Honsla si young poora ditta kam chak oye
Hollywood tak poori rakhi pak dhak oye
Kinne hero labhe mainu kujh vi ni yaad
Saadida ni zindagi ch layida swaad

Rounda poore sunu kivein damru di thaap
Charche ch rehnde poore chakki di ni att
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda vekhu saddi haziri ch akh
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
Yo Yo Roach Killa, Jazzy B

Roach Killa rap

Khukhiyan ne jode ne record kinne tode
London’o patole utte nachde ne jode
Gym vich Rambo gaddiyan ch Maharaja
Pyar paake sadde naal dekh aaja aaja

Pith pichhe kade bakwaas nahio kitta
Good will bande nu harass nahio kitta
Hek ustaad di aa meri good luck
Manzilan ne win nahio raahan ch stuck

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Sun Manak di gali nu main gaun laggeya
Picture jeha scene jadon hek laun laggeya
Jadon pehla pehla gaana sadda aaun laggeya
Ohdon Surrey vich main paun laggeya

Kaim sadde nahio haddiyan de vich bikde
Taiyon doleyan de utte naam mera likhde
Style mera wakhra ae loki can’t imagine
Asli ae hype saddi

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyes on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyes on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Subculture Sage – Same Old Thing Lyrics

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

f**k that
Forwards the motion, run track
Same old thing yeah yeah you done that
Something new yeah yeah were on that
While you lot are cooking loudly
Us lot are pushing boundaries
The speech is plain, we seek an age
That no one should be doubting
See were done with the man that just think as it is
Because it is what it is and it ain’t what you think
You might think what you want, but what you want you can’t have
Its a place, its a time, its a crew, its a fam
Its a bassline, heavy like the sun up in space time
Ain’t my rhythm im just living as what came my way
f**k living in a slave mindstate, f**k doing the same old thing

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

Im that madness in the music
An action man with super charged karate chops that comes with all batteries included
Im standardly a nuisance, watch out your gash will get rerouted
Your pissed because your mass made when sage organic, one off, no factories produced him
Find me in London, north of the line
Reach heights? yes bruv, course im on mine
But why waste time wanting more from this life when iv already died
Twice, stuck on the road, can’t get up, slumped on my jones
You can try tell me whats best but why would i give a f**k what you know

Yung Tory – Never Lyrics

(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

(Verse)
I wanna take a trip to london cause I never been
You be rappin bout some other shit you never did (why you lyin)
You fell in love with her and you never hit
Shawty say you borin’ say you never lit
Oh oh, you get cut off
Why you lyin’ why you talkin’ you should shutup
I never hit it i just passed her to my brotha
I never put it in I got some top we never cut off
Im never pleased
If I hit in then she’ll never leave
She get on her knees, f**k a celebrity
She f**k for fame know I never give her change
I never stay shawty say she missin’ me
I think i’m too hot I need a cooler
Young nigga moved up, give me medula
I’m smokin moonrock, it make me moonwalk
She give me good top
I’m watching boondocks
Dont be too loud I can hear ya
I see sauce when I look into the mirror
I beat the pussy up I tell lil shawty square up
I’m livin’ galore my bitch yeah she look like Lira
(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

Milli Major – Shut Down The Dance Lyrics (feat. Prez T & Paper Pabs)

[Bridge: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance

[Hook: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
Yeah, you know my team
Bagged the promoters
Drinks on me
There’s queues outside
Like say the entry’s free
That’s it, I’m onstage next
Then assess the P

[Verse 1: President T]
Man wanna talk all greaze
Without the action, back in the day
I was a G, but it ain’t faction
Talking wicked, when it comes down to the crunch
I saw the reaction, said he was an MC, that was a myth
Babylon raided my drum, what did they find?
That was the piff
I said what did they find?
Suitcase packed with money and gold, nah
Suitcase packed with money and dreams
All that I know is money and fiends
There’s no place that President T won’t visit, is it?
If man wanna talk about guns or jail, I’ll have to quiz it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Paper Pabs]
Shut down the dance, man’ll get lean
Like man are tryna cut down carbs
You ain’t never had no girls on stage
You ain’t never shut down Prague
You ain’t never caught no planes then got picked up
Then picked up mics
Bloodline fam be the campaign
Shutdown bars with the champagne life
I can shut down a rave on Skype
I can shut down a rave on Facetime
All of the raves are shutdown ramp
I don’t know what you heard on the grapevine
Ain’t no place on Earth that I can’t relax, fact
Can you put your hands in the air till your arms collapse?
Perhaps

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Milli Major]
Anywhere we go, we shut down the dance
London, Manny, Brum, France
Leeds, Leicester, Bristol, Prague
One two drinks makes anyone rough
Had too much, now I’m fully turnt up
But it’s all love so push your hands up
If the whip breaks down, you push your damn car
That’s the only time you push the damn car
Might just shell
Shut down the place then move your girl
Ain’t going my crib, stay at hotel
Ask the reception room 112
Yeah, yeah, just know I’ll be gone by the morning
I ain’t gonna stick around for the talking
Gotta hit it, and I ain’t calling
If you ain’t fam, you better keep walking

[Bridge] + [Hook]

Novelist – The Only One Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

[Verse 1]
The name is N-o-v and I’m from south LDN
When I see the London boy up in the city
Then tell me when
Cause when I pull up grinning
Men and women all around get blessed
But anyone try and pull a stunt and try be silly
Will learn their lesson
Understand I’m sober not a joker got consciousness
I try to reason but some yutes got left in unconsciousness
But more or less
From a kid was shown don’t be like the rest
I’m with the best
There’s no contest
I’m so content
I keep it simple I’m not perfect but I sure don’t pretend
All of my youngers get direction but I’m not stopping them
Went through the fire tried to copy but it’s too hot for them
I say the truth that’s why the liars get mad, it’s not for them
I keep a pen and I keep a pad for the notes, not to blend
Circle tight, only when a homie got touched when I lost a friend
But it’s all good wake in the a.m. I comprehend
Another day another mission I’m focused on what’s ahead

[Chorus] [x2]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

Novelist – Stop Killing The Mandem Lyrics

[Intro]
Y’know, all lives matter but right now people are perpetrating against black people, worldwide
Is what I’m saying
And I’m just glad that the people can come together
Liaise, march, sing songs
That’s it, make the world know that people over here care as well
Ya get what I’m saying
[?]
At the end of the day
Why it says stop killing the mandem is cause it could of been man

[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem

[Verse 1]
Crime don’t have a skintone
Would you wanna kill or hurt your own?
No didn’t think so
Listen up when your inner voice says no
Bro, look at your soul
Don’t like me your eyes on a window
Yo, give me an answer
Why would you kill someone you don’t know?
I’m a black boy from London so I only know black boy business
Trust in God my witness
Young black boys get got with the quickness
Still wanna know why this is cause bredrin I am not a victim (I’m not)
Until I get answers I’m gonna be on the roadside screaming

[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem

[Verse 2]
Breaking the law ain’t cultural
Breaking the law ain’t social
Can’t take me for a criminal cause I bust gunfingers in a bogel
Black man are targetted global
But news wanna talk like it’s our own fault
It’s far and it’s local
And the problem is not cause I’m vocal
Manna antisocial cause boydem gotta be more soulful
Truth be told, murking an innocent person ain’t noble
Better stick to your own rules
[?]
Got the heart of a golf ball but man like me I ain’t shook
I tell a man straight

Oi fam stop killing the mandem, yeah
It’s not a joke ting
And I’m not just chatting to the boydem, yeah?
I’m chatting to you young Gs, fam, you man are acting up
Need to fix up get your priorities straight
Make your bread, do your ting, get a wifey or summin
You get what I’m saying?
Put your energy in a good place
Man are moving nuts
You get me?
Mans not saying move shook, but affa put down the tools
Yeah, you get me!

[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem

Jackboy – Run My Check Up Lyrics (feat. Kodak Black)

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 1: Jack Boy]
Run the check up, I’m bout to overlap ya
Finessin’, had to overtax ya
Dress classic, but I’m totin’ ratchets
No license, still dippin’ through traffic
Ride with my youngins
At the red light, green light we dumpin’
Trap still jumpin’, licks still comin’
Had to make something outta nothing
In and outta cells, been through hell
I was 14, sittin’ in jail
I ain’t tell, kept my lips sealed like mail
Want beef? I give shells, I give [?]
Can’t get you, get your momma
Or get your father, cut him up like a barber
Rock on my hip, totin’ Sean Carter
Jumped in the game late, should’ve been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger-happy
Move off impulse, lose by fetti
Blow the fetti
My do a show and drop four g’s, thirties on a Chevy
Or drop Larry, mouthpiece scary
Real rap, real life, no Tyler Perry
Stopped smokin’ weed, still on molly
Jackboy, he a jigga-holic
Pull up in that what you call it?
Two Glock shorty, clip hold 30
Try and cross me like you Curry
Put 30 in your jersey
I’m not servin’, bitch I’m lurkin’
Me and Bill in a suburban
Up the road, window pokin’
Schemin’, 7 in the mornin’
Bitch I’m on it, bitch I’m on it
I just booted on the monkey
Now you wanna be my homie?
Nah, I’m staright, I got this on me
Sniper!

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’mma run that check up crazy like I’m in the Olympics
It’s lil Kodak, I be snappin’ like I’m photogenic
I left the high broke, I came back with some money
Grind hard till’ everybody say that they your cousin
It ain’t happen overnight, a nigga was out here hustlin’
I remember when I was broke and I ain’t have nothin’
Me and Jackboy, we be thuggin’, we be roadrunnin’
If you lookin’ for me, you can catch me on the Ugly
Oh I just want some sucky-sucky, don’t want no lovey-dovey
On 1800, I hit a nigga for a whole onion
I’m a Haitian boy, got people love me way in London
I’m a Haitian boy, you know I’m runnin’ with them zombies
Like waste management, how niggas quick to go to dumpin’
How I pull up in that orange, look like a damn pumpkin
I remember when I ain’t have it now I f**kin’ got it
And the way I run that check up, you could call me Sonic

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

Ebenezer – Nostalgia Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Heard you got a new car (yeah you did)
Heard you got a new job (I heard you did)
Heard you look good
Heard you party on the weekend (oh, you party now?)
Heard you got some new friends (yeah, you got)
Shits changed, girl I got braids now (girl, I got)
Ain’t seen you in so long and it feels strange now
It’s been three years, a couple days now
Shit’s changed, shit’s changed now
Heard your mom’s divorced and she’s remarrying
Heard that she got pregnant and she’s carrying
Your brother moved out and he’s travelling (where he at?)
I can’t keep up with what’s happening
I wondered if you gotta single bed still (I wonder if you)
Life was really simple then still
I’d fall asleep an’ then snore
Then you’d wake me up for more
‘Bout quarter till four

[Chorus]
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time

[Verse 2]
Used to have the pussy drippin’ like I was Poseidon (Poseidon)
Damn, my heart Kawasaki, dirty secrets when we riding (whoa)
But it feels better down when you let me slide in
You ain’t gotta say it, nobody’s invited
I still remember how you like it
I still remember how you like it
So let’s just do what grown folks do (yeah)
Let me come through (uh-huh)
Pull up in that ride, come through, come through
Come through
I can’t wait to pull up on you
I can’t wait to pull up on you

[Chorus]
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)
I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya
(I get nostalgia when I’m not around ya)

[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time

[Refrain]
Not like before
It was all crazy
I’m way more mature
I’ll be real with you baby
Isn’t it obvious? (I get nostalgia)
I think it’s serious (when I’m not around ya)

[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time

[Interlude]
Shawty are you down, down, down
Down, down, down
Shawty are you down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down

[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time

[Refrain]
Not like before
It was all crazy
I’m way more mature
I’ll be real with you baby
Isn’t it obvious? (I get nostalgia)
I think it’s serious (when I’m not around ya)

[Bridge]
So you should come ’round just for old time’s sake
Hop in the ride, just for old time’s sake
Not the other side, London, we be right-hand drive
Promise it’d be worth your time

Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics

There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Who’s this? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Or in Hollywood?
Or in London? Or Hong Kong? And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. The time now is…”

Adi – Theroux Or False Lyrics

Louis Sebastian Theroux
Is an precious American broadcaster
Best known for his Gonzo style journalism

Louis was educated at Westminster School
He then went to Magdalen College
Oxford, where he gained a degree
In modern history, modern history

He lives in the London district
With his partner, Nancy

In 1992 he was hired as a writer for Spy magazine
He got his break in television
Working as a correspondent on Michael Moore
TV Nation series, series

He lives in the London district
With his partner, Nancy

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Thug Love Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s crazy, you’re still pretty when you cry
We got London on the track

[Verse 1]
She want that thug love, yeah
But this ain’t no f**king love song
It’s crazy you’re still pretty when you cry
Push your panty strings over to the side
Gon’ wake up and hit it, why you got your thong on? Yeah
You tellin’ me that you want thug love
But you don’t even kiss me when we making love
And that’s how I knew that you was a dog
I cannot blame you
I can’t even lie, I was the same, too
I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
Girl, I never meant to play you
Now you don’t trust niggas (Trust niggas)
The same way I don’t trust bitches (Trust bitches)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I was a dog, nigga (Dog)
A thug nigga with a heart (A thug nigga with a heart)

[Interlude]
*Heartbeat and dogs barking*
*Gunshots*

[Verse 2]
Niggas finna send shots tryna get even
Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
Rattin’, that’s gon’ make them niggas run up on your people, yeah, yeah
Can’t be eatin’ on no cheese, that’s it, nigga, nah
I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
I ain’t no f**king stuntman, Evel Knievel
But I can get you stuck, man, f**k is you thinking, nigga?
Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 ’em, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
I ain’t wanna be a pain, never do it right, yeah
I just hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
‘Cause I swear I already know that nigga’s grimy
Yeah, that’s how I feel, nigga
I f**ked a lot of niggas’ bitches and they still with ’em
And all the niggas that’s with me, they was there since lil’ niggas
And they the type to go catch a body and not tell niggas

[Bridge]
But it’s so hard to tell, though
I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
I cheated on my girl so she want
All of— All of my passcodes
I was a asshole, I made up time for her
Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah

[Verse 3]
But you say you want thug love (Say you want thug love)
But this ain’t no f**king love song, yeah, yeah (Ain’t no f**kin’ love song)
Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (Pretty when you cry)
Pullin’ on your panty strings, put ’em to the side, oh
Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (While you got your thong on)
You say you want thug love, you don’t (You want thug love)
Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (Kiss me when we make love)
You say that I’m a dog, oh

[Outro]
But you don’t even kiss when we make love, oh

Woodes – How Long I’d Wait Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I had a dream we found a garden
That  overlooked the ocean
Ultraviolet  roses

[Verse 2]
We were the ones we always wanted
To be when we were younger
Staring  at the sun

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re  so familiar yeah
I swear we’ve met before
Eyes  open sleepwalking
I’ve never felt this sure

[Chorus]
‘Cause with you I’m wide awake
If you knew how long I’d wait
Yeah  with you I’m wide awake
If you knew how long I’d wait

[Verse 3]
I could be worlds apart in London
Would I still be wandering
If I cross your mind?

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re so familiar yeah
I swear we’ve met before
Eyes open sleepwalking
I’ve never felt this sure

[Chorus]
‘Cause with you I’m wide awake
If you knew how long I’d wait
Yeah with you I’m wide awake
If you knew how long I’d wait (How long I’d wait)

[Outro]
How long I’d wait (How long I’d wait, how long I’d wait‚ how long I’d wait)
How long I’d wait (How long I’d wait‚ how long I’d wait‚ how long I’d wait)
How long I’d wait
If you knew how long I’d wait

‘Wadhawan used laundered money for assets’

In its probe against Dewan Housing Finance’s Kapil Wadhawan, who is in ED’s custody, ED unearthed a 12,000 sqm land in Melbourne, 2 flats in New York, a flat & an office in London, a villa in Thailand, hotels in Pune & Mysore, 4 flats in Khar, a flat in Mumbai’s Sea View Palace and Juhu, a bungalow in Mahabaleshwar, a 570-flat society in Kurla, besides others.

Dinner – Wake Up Lyrics

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I want to wake up in Paris with you
And I want to wake up in this power with you
[?] and the wind
I want to wake up in the morning with you

[Chorus]
Ooh
Awakening
Éveil
Ooh
Awakening
Éveil

[Verse 2]
And I want to wake up in London with you
And I want to wake up in San Trope too
Wake up in the evening with you
Wake up in the night in love with you
I want to wake up
Wake up with you in Amsterdam
Réveiller avec vous à Amsterdam
Wake up with you in Rotterdam
[Foreign language]
Wake up with you in Paris
[Foreign language]
Wake up with you in Brussels
Ne pas avoir peur, je n’ai pas peur
Don’t be afraid, I’m not afraid
Ne pas avoir peur, je n’ai pas peur
Don’t be afraid, I’m not afraid

[Chorus]
Éveil
Awakening
Éveil
Awakening

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Cities Aviv – Speak On It Lyrics

Let me take a second to speak
Pause when I roll up
Gang gang at the forefront
In the car locked where we hold up
Niggas wrappin’ some big weapons
Yeah, they know they never ever shot none
Green faces and blue stripes
And it’s Trump talk if I heard some
Hindsight we was dead broke, it was all smoke on the sofa
Until I came with the CTN
[?] out the folders
New York to London spread up [?]
Hit a pretty girl [?]
Even though I never knew her
Had to curve her, then I roll her
But life is kinda crazy now
I’m feelin’ important, but I’m invisible now
I feel like Invisible Child specials
Walk the street, a season freak
Dummy niggas question what they see in me
Pussy nigga beat you me
Thought that they was offin’ me
Nowadays they’d offer me
Water, that’s the aqua teen
Circle round my neck and hit my chest
It’s like a rosary
Stress stress stress
You white people ain’t pressin’ me

Speak
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it) (speak) (speak) (speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
Speak on it (speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak on it) (speak on it)
(speak)
Speak on it
(speak)
(speak on it) speak on it
(speak on it)

Tyla Yaweh – Understand Me Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
She said them red bottoms f**k up her toes
She ungrateful, I drip her down in the clothes
Plus her energy take me from high to low
When she finally get it I gotta go

[Chorus]
She said she cannot stand me
I take another bitch out to Miami
Think she know but she don’t understand me
I’m asking if she okay, are you Annie?

[Verse 1]
Look, I see the little mama on that fake shit
Only f**k a nigga ’cause you heard he famous
I ain’t spending no more racks, I’m gonna save it
Can’t leave these diamonds out I know she gonna take it
Mixed freak all for pleasure out in London
I don’t trust this bitch so I slipped on a condom
Yeah I beat the pussy up into a coma
And now she acting like I own it, it’s a loaner
She mixing emotions like alcohol
Don’t blame it on me ’cause I’m not involved
She call me when my money getting tall
That’s a problem, my nigga, not tryna solve

[Chorus]
She said she cannot stand me
I take another bitch out to Miami
Think she know but she don’t understand me
I’m asking if she okay, are you Annie?

[Verse 2]
Look, I got a jet so I just leave her in the dust
She complaining I haven’t seen her in a month
She said she wanna go to dinner, give her lunch
Don’t pick her up, I tell her meet me in the front
I think she cap, she mad as shit
I’m only pointing out the fact she acting slick
She only f**king with my bank, my stock is lit
She tryna spend my racks but I am not a trick

[Pre-Chorus]
She said them red bottoms f**k up her toes
She ungrateful, I drip her down in the clothes
Plus her energy take me from high to low
When she finally get it I gotta go

[Chorus]
She said she cannot stand me
I take another bitch out to Miami
Think she know but she don’t understand me
I’m asking if she okay, are you Annie?

Tetes Raides – Parazite Lyrics

Parazite mon pas mon rat mon zite
Pas rasé plein de tics
Bardé d’incontinence
Par là-bas les v’là les antiparazites
Foutons l’camp au plus vite
Déclamons ô pitance

Allons voir à London
Si y a du poil à s’faire
D’la reine ou du gazon
Qui saura satisfaire
Sans vénalité aucune
L’appétit d’un para
Zite errant sous la lune
Jojo plie ta misère prends ton ballot
Je t’emmène à Melun
On ira voir passer les trains
Puisqu’il faut répéter
Qu’on est pas v’nu pour y rester
Jojo prends mon chéquier
Mes écussons et mon banquier

Parazite mon pas mon rat mon zite
Pas rasé plein de tics
Bardé d’incontinence
Par là-bas les v’là les antiparazites
Foutons l’camp au plus vite
Déclamons ô pitance

On s’est pris le béguin
D’une duchesse en vison
Qui cultive si bien
L’amour et le biffeton
Elle a l’épiderme cossu
Le champignon propice
On s’y colle dessus
Jojo fume du cigare dans une auto
Sur l’trottoir de Berlin
Cueille les fruits de sa catin
On vit que pour rêver
D’une aventure à bon marché
Quand jojo va braquer
Il prend mon costard et mes papiers
S’il y avait moins de parazites
Y aurait-il moins de flics
S’il y avait moins d’agents
Y aurait-il moins de truands
Ah cette question me brûle les plumes
T’en fais pas ça r’poussera
Me répondit la lune
Jojo ne m’a laissé que quelques os
Me v’là seul à Melun
Où je regarde passer les trains
Qu’à vouloir m’y frotter
J’ai fait bien plus que d’y goûter
Et c’est comme ça que j’me suis r’trouvé…

Nap nip nap…

16yrold – Up Next Lyrics (feat. Desiigner & Ski Mask The Slump God)

[Intro: Desiigner & 16yrold]
16yrold (gheaa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (gheaa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (gheea)
Yeah, hey, yeah, ayy, huh

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothesline
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring
I done get it, nigga, bottom thing
I done get it, nigga, bottom line
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
I put these bitches up next, huh
Half of these niggas upset, hey
I put these bitches up next, huh
I get these niggas upset, hey

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I went to London, I made it
I trip from London to Vegas
Went from the ‘ject, from the slums
I get this shit ’cause I’m famous
I get this shit, get it done
You can get hit with the drums
Choppa move, better run
Pick yo ass just for fun
I f**k yo bitch, we up next
I made her suck at the jet
I might just get up and flex
I did this move to the left
I might just move ‘cross the street
I make a hunnid a week
Ride this shit when I’m sleep
Dick, she gargle when she sleep
Hunnid stack, hunnid stack, hunnid stack
I make a lot of new hunnid stacks
I invest into the shake shack
Ain’t no monkeys where the apes at
Bullets hit ’em, hmm, take that
Bullets hit ’em, hmm, take that
Henny shots, take, take rack
Once it’s gone, can’t take back

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring
I done get it, nigga, bottom thing
I done get it, nigga, bottom line
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
I put these bitches up next, huh
Half of these niggas upset, hey
I put these bitches up next, huh
I get these niggas upset, hey

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Gang gang, gang gang
Chain gang, chain gang
Gang lane, gang lane
Sell hard, slang thangs
Bells off, rang thangs
Whip that, blade thangs
I’m in the rarest positions
Stacking up dollar, I’m flipping
Two Beamer, two Beamer
I’m in this ride, in that two seater
New ‘Gatti, new ‘Gatti
I’m in this valley, my new Beamer
Black bodies, black bodies
Niggas is strapped up with two heaters
Niggas who ain’t ’bout it, now these niggas ’bout it
Riding with two heaters
I get the money, bitch, I get, I get money, bitch
Counting hunnids, bitch, brand new, brand new hunnids, bitch
Call my whole squad, we be getting shit
Got my whole squad, we be stupid rich

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring

[Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Bada bing, bada bing, bada f**king on a big bitch
Sucking dick and don’t finish ‘til the fat lady sing
Take a look at my bling, this a one of one
Looking like I got it straight from the Lord of the Rings
Like beep beep beep
High driving crazy like I got no seatbelt
[?]
I might need a diaper ’cause [?] saying that I’m the feces
My flow be crawly, it’s creepy
That’s why she suck me all neatly
Scorpio diamonds, they freaky
Leaky, kinky
Feeling like I’m Bart, tell ’em eat my shorts
I am on a port, while I smoke my ‘Port
Just like she a straw, I’ma bend her foward
Her legs go up like my doors

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring
I done get it, nigga, bottom thing
I done get it, nigga, bottom line
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
I put these bitches up next, huh
Half of these niggas upset, hey
I put these bitches up next, huh
I get these niggas upset, hey

Jaden – Ten Ten Lyrics

[Intro]
808 my crew
Yeah (Yuh)
We in the back of the venue
(Yuh, yuh)
Bring it right now

[Verse 1]
Yeah, ayy, we with the guap (Yeah)
Yeah, ayy, I don’t remember the spot (No)
So, keep them racks on racks, yeah
Way too high, we ’bout to switch up the pack (Let’s go)
Ah, we on the rocks, yuh
Hit it, ready or not, yuh
My head in the clouds, they want the hottest, that’s us (Us)
Baby, we not in a rush, gotta run our bands right up (What?)
Got a new man, that sucks, when did I lose all your trust? (Yeah)
They never hated on us (No), we always stay in the cut (Cut)
Hiding out in the Mercer, never ever on purpose

[Chorus]
Uh, too much switchin’ lanes, always (Woo!)
Uh, too much switchin’ shit, always (Always)
All I’m doin’ is prolly switchin’ lanes, always (Switch, switch)
I’ma pull up to her feelings, she like “Always” (Drip, drip)
I’ma pull up, I got racks on me like always (Racks, always)
I pull in on the whip, that’s a Ferrari (Like a Ferrari)

[Verse 2]
She don’t wanna talk ’bout all of the stock, she just wanna party
I went to London, they want me in Paris, but I been there all week
Shooting shots at the squad, paparazzi (Paparazzi)
I ain’t coming to the club ‘less they guap me (Need that guap)

[Chorus]
Uh, too much switchin’ lanes always (Switchin’)
Uh, pull up, she gonna go switchin’ lanes always (Switch)
I pull up, she be switchin’ lanes, always
I pull up to her feelings, she like “Always”
I feel like she been switching lanes, always
I feel I got that guap on me like always
I pull, I’ve been switching lanes, always
I pull up, miss her, switching lanes, always

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh

David Keenan – Unholy Ghosts Lyrics

I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God
Sat in hyperactive London’s cold Central Station
The city began sleeping like a dog

Then a tramp with one eye placed his hand on my thigh
I said, “Hold it. Pick a window. You’re leaving.”
“Oh, do forgive me,” he sighed
“I was a fan in my prime.”
He must’ve thought I was somebody else

Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most

On a street you’ve never heard of there’s a wooden piano
On its last legs in a last chance saloon
It is manned by a drunkard who is dripping with poetry
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
The man catches my gaze then produces this page
From his waistcoat with a slip disk smile

“Look boy, here is my last correspondence with Christ.”
I tried to read it, but my glasses were filthy

Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones who seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
Sure, I’d give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains

Past the government housing, right off Donaldson road
Open collars and open hearts
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes
As car lights knife their way through the dark
Then this feeling persists
We as people exist in a state of anticipation

You know it comes at a cost
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
And I tend to believe them these days

Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
I would give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains

Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Or something freeing like that anyway

I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God

Digdat – Stainless Steel Lyrics (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & DigDat]
M1OnTheBeat
New Lambo, nizzy
Bring the clip back, empty
My Rambo went rusty
How can that steel be stainless?
I drop a four on my Chevy
Ice just make a bitch go dizzy
These f**kboys chasin’ clout
How them boys there still not famous?

[Verse 1: DigDat]
Run man out of their Air Max
S do it bareback, we don’t use gloves
Still puttin’ semi’s in auto’s
Only if I squeeze it, I press that clutch
My friends got life for a body
And they ain’t sorry, free up my brothers
I bought too much Balmain
But feel like I need more colours
Step in a yard with Dior runners
I just want top, don’t need those rubbers
I hate when they leave makeup
Fix up, but I still let her kiss on me neck
Put twenty bags in my mattress
Can’t let any bitch just sit on this bed
That’s four-fifty on my tee
Just cost me more than a half of B
My Rambo went rusty
How can that steel be stainless?
These f**kboys chasin’ clout
How them boys there still not famous?
Where was they when I was prayin’ for parole?
Had to file the appeal with papers
And the devil tried take away my soul
So I step in the field with shavers
I ain’t signing a deal for change, that’s shameless
Get it all back from these razors
I got all this pain, take gas from my throat
How I cope when I fight these demons
Lost all my bros for a long time
Still don’t know when they’re gonna see freedom
And my heart’s scarred, ain’t healin’
Jakes on my back, like f**k how I’m feelin’
Lost love but I never lost hope in dreamin’
We was in the streets all evenin’
Got a big back ting doin’ up Snaps
Like, come to the crib, stop teasin’

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I’m tryna fly out to London
Heard the money was abundant
Custom Louis V suit
You only gon’ know if you look at the buttons
You niggas users
I respect the dealin’ nigga, never the customer
If it weren’t for them, the bag prolly wouldn’t got-got
I take care of my smugglers
If I stack these hunnids, it’ll look just like Blue Towers
Shoutout to DigDat
We don’t respond to opps
So when niggas die, they wonder who did that
Brand new G63, it’s complicated
Got a dollar on the Benz app
Real big nigga, no six pack
Just big racks, big guns, no kick back
No red beam, red dot on the scope
I hit up a bitch from a distance
Light skin thot, thick and pretty
f**k her then I forgot she existed
Tryna take over the charts
It can’t be hard, we took over the trenches
If you a rook, don’t worry ’bout what the king doin’ nigga
Play your position
Big bag, I’ma f**k it up
Bad bitch said she gon’ f**k it up
In the club havin’ fun but we’ll f**k it up
Slap niggas suited out, them niggas cuttin’ up
They ain’t gon’ play with us, niggas ain’t dumb enough
Treadmill talk nigga, watch how I run it up
Heard big dawg put you and you f**ked it up
Heard he ain’t kill you, it puzzled us
New Lambo, nizzy
Bring the clip back, empty
I drop a four on my Chevy
Ice just make a bitch go dizzy
I’m only scared of the one in the mirror
Hoes that I cut off, niggas Amiri
Real big dawg, no rappin’, I’m serious
AR go off, look at boy on his period, bow