Weezer – 1 More Hit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s do or die
And I’m burning up inside
I know that something really isn’t right
I shake, I sweat
I’m writhing in the bed
For just a puff, just a little spike

[Pre-Chorus]
Pump it up into me
Please daddy, please daddy
Pump it up, pump it up
Into me

[Chorus]
Could I have one more hit?
I promise I’ll quit
This shit ain’t good for me
I really need one more hit
And I’ll be good
You really shouldn’t go cold turkey
Cold turkey

[Verse 2]
The kiss, the bliss
There’s nothing quite like this
To see your soul is shining like a pearl
To feel deep down
You matter to the world
And not just to a boy or to a girl

[Pre-Chorus]
Pump it up into me
Please daddy, please daddy
Pump it up, pump it up
Into me

[Chorus]
Could I have one more hit?
I promise I’ll quit
This shit ain’t good for me
I really need one more hit
And I’ll be good
You really shouldn’t go cold turkey
Cold turkey

[Bridge]
A kick, a punch, a bell-ringer
A clip, a chop, a real zinger
You’re the bee, give me the stinger

[Outro]
Could I have one more hit?
I promise I’ll quit
This shit ain’t good for me
I really need one more hit
And I’ll be good
You really shouldn’t go cold turkey
Cold turkey
Cold turkey

Travis Porter – Bananas Lyrics

I go banananananana, I go crazy crazy crazy
Crazy crazy crazy stupid stupid stupid

[Chorus:]
I go banananananana, I go crazycrazycrazy
I go stupid stupid stupid yay yay yay yay.
If you know you turnt uup, say yay ay yay
If you know you turnt uup, say yay yay yeahhh
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.

[Verse 1:]
Crazy crazy turkey ham banana
My life is very crazy, I am something you can’t handle
You don’t like what you seein’, I suggest you change the channel
And for you thirsty hoes, here’s a dollar, buy a Fanta
Or buy a Tropicana, she told me watch my manners
I think that I’m the shit, I need to go buy me some Pampers
I’m all the way in Savannah, with this girl I call Diana
I hit it from the back, and then Ali just went bananas
But shawty keep on textin me, molestin me
Why is she harassing me? and asking me why are you so crazy crazy crazy?
I don’t know why I’m so crazy, mane I got a stomach achey
In the morning, eggs and bacon, told yo girl don’t fix it naked

[Chorus:]
I go banananananana, I go crazycrazycrazy
I go stupid stupid stupid yay yay yay yay.
If you know you turnt uup, say yay ay yay
If you know you turnt uup, say yay yay yeahhh
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.

[Verse 2:]
I’m so high in the air, I cannot breathe
I’m so low to the Earth that I can’t even touch my knees
I’m so white that I’m lampin, I’m so up that I am down

And if you want some trouble, well look just what you found. It is me.
One Fifty Six Three, in the 350z.
Riding down Columbia Drive, yeah you niggas remember me.
So when I pull up it’s a unreal crazyazyyayyayyay,
If you turnt up to the max then scream yay ay yay.

[Chorus:]
I go banananananana, I go crazycrazycrazy
I go stupid stupid stupid yay yay yay yay.
If you know you turnt uup, say yay ay yay
If you know you turnt uup, say yay yay yeahhh
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.

[Verse 3:]
Crazy Crazy Crazy, Banana Nana Nana
This shit should be illegal, try to lock me in the slammer
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, I am.
Burnin, Burnin, Burnin, (God Damn!)
Kiesha, Misha, Nisha, all them hoes got rammed
Pass her to my partner, and that hoe got rammed
This shit gettin’ ridiculous, make these niggas sick of this
Got these niggas bitchin, licking on me like some licorice,
Cause I be going Bubble. Roscoe,
Quez and Ali drunk but man I think I’m drunker
Can someone check the bottom for me, well are you doin numbers?
Number, Number, I’m doin numbers!

[Chorus:]
I go banananananana, I go crazycrazycrazy
I go stupid stupid stupid yay yay yay yay.
If you know you turnt uup, say yay ay yay
If you know you turnt uup, say yay yay yeahhh
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.
I’m so turned up right now, stuck, but I can’t turn down.

KLM flight with 100 Indians turned back to Amsterdam

A KLM flight was asked to return to Amsterdam after it took off for Delhi on Friday with about 100 Indians transiting back home from US and Canada. Since India has barred entry of anyone from Europe, UK and Turkey — including transit passengers from there — aviation authorities here asked the Boeing 787 Dreamliner, operating as KLM 871, to return to Amsterdam.

Proleter – Miss Her Lyrics (feat. Awon)

[Verse 1]
When the sun comes up
Champagne and Tropicana
Once rolled up
Twisting Cubans on Havana
Turkey bacon, egg whites
Strawberries and banana
Coconut water, hydration in my stamina
Kids with they nana, I hope they mind their manners
We left ourselves home along with our worn pajamas
On the beach skinny dipping
Like shrooms trippy tripping
In the back room stripping
Best believe I’m sipping
Kush, my cologne
Jimmy-choo is your perfume
Making power moves ’cause the way you smile and work moves
You’re my right hand drifting those who try to hurt you
Now missing you like a Motherf**ker
Call my earth due
One more chance if you let me in your circle
I promise not to do or say anything hurtful
Seeing you the at the gate weigh heavy on my mind
Besides it seems like a mighty long time

[Piano]

[Verse 2]
When the sun comes up
‘Cause in San Pellegrino
I never want to give this up
‘Cause I’m a fiend for your company
Shots of espresso with conversation
Which is elevation in my stimulation
Nothing changed since we dated
In fact, more elated
That now we’re related, kids, house, you the spouse now
I’m worried ‘Cause I’m spending more time, on the couch
I know the way that you have when your mind doesn’t mouth
It’s been a few years since we have all in rain
I know the sunshine hasn’t take away the pain
I just miss you now and the light in your heart
It’s crazy to be together
Yet feel so apart
I feel helpless
Because I can’t heal your wounds
See the grief on your face as you lay in the room
There’s no amount of liquor or trees I can consume
To take my mind of what it is your going through
And I promise I’ll be the for you
Know that I will care for you
Every single night before I rest I say a prayer for you
You’re one of a kind, a rare dime of a lifetime
I want what we have, to exist beyond a pipeline
The time any measurements a man can’t count
My unconditional love in infinite amounts
For you my whole everything
You still rock the wedding ring
When I ain’t have anything
You’re the reason I’m a king

(Heavy on my mind)
(You’re the reason I’m a king)
(Seems like a mighty long time)
(You’re the reason I’m a king)
(Seeing you at the gateway, heavy in my mind)
(When the sun comes up)

Frank Stokes – I Got Mine Lyrics

Then I went down to the little crap game; Lord, that was against my will
I lost every penny that I had in my pocket but a greenback dollar bill
I turned my head, (be) gin to shake my shoulders, thinkin’ I’s way behind
But just as I jumped in the kitchen door, boys, I got mine

I got mine; I got mine
Standin’ ’round here tryin’ to get some’n’ good t’eat all the time
Ever since then I been livin’ high; I been livin’ on the chicken and wine
Said I belong to the knockdown society but I got mine

Now when the turkey was brought in, tell me the people all began to grin
Now think about the good times all would have, they couldn’t say exactly when
So the man got the turkey right by the neck, but I swung on behind
He might thought he had the whole fowl and gone, but I got mine

I got mine, boys, I got mine
Around here tryin’ to get some’n’ good t’eat all the time
Since then I been livin’ high; I been livin’ on the chicken and wine
Said I belong to the grab society but I got mine

Then I went off to work early one mornin’; that’s somethin’ that never did suit me
While a-peepin’ through the crack, back in my old lady settin’ on a some other man’s knee
Snatched off her veil wrapped across her head, and he jumped up in cryin’
“You been fightin’ your lady, doggone your soul, but I got mine”

I got mine; I got mine
Around here tryin’ to get some’n’ good t’eat all the time
Said ever since then I been livin’ high; I been livin’ on the chicken and wine
Said I belong to the knockdown society but I got mine

I went uptown to a little crap game, as some other police must say
That man looked at me, never cracked a smile; I couldn’t get this fella to laugh
So he throwed the dice out on the floor, and the place got fightin’ like nine
But just as the police jumped in the back door, Lord, I got mine

I got mine; I got mine
Around here tryin’ to get some’n’ good t’eat all the time
Since then I been livin’ high; I been livin’ on the chicken and wine
Said I belong to that knockdown society but I got mine

Archduke – 24 Hours Lyrics (feat. Jenee Jones)

[Intro: Charity Croff]
Said I been up for 24 hours with no shave or shower
Using all this power to give the world flowers
24 hours yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Charity Croff]
I ain’t even get no sleep last night
I was feeling way too geeked right right
So excited to enlighten all the sheep
So providing more desire to achieve
Ultraviolet rays igniting when I speak light light light light light
Lightwork when I talk hard
Slightwork when I park car
Howgwarts when I spark hearts like a hallmark up in Walmart
I’m an Aardvark with a Carhaart So i be working hard with my nose to the ground
Focused on showing you you are not bound by anything challenging you’ve ever found
Now town of Tarry out of scary Gary’s where I”m from
And honestly poverty’s rough
And I just need all I’m my love and a little money to give to the city I trust
I’m hoping these minutes enough
1,440 and more if I could
The God in me gotta be tough
Cause honestly I’ma be spending my life on this Dove!

[Chorus: Jacob Denzel]
I been up for 24 hours with no shave or shower
Using all this power to give the world flowers
24 Hours 24 Hours
I been up for 24 hours with no shave or shower
Using all this power to give the world flowers
24 hours 24 hours

[Verse 2: Jacob Denzel]
One thousand, four hundred forty minutes in a day
I been filling every second with a section of heaven hitting Every minute with a pinch of praise
Watering my garden
Planting seeds let it grow
Let him reap and let him sew
Let em be, let em know that he don’t know bout no sleep cause a king focused
Keep it Rollin like a blunt full of credits
Like laughter forever
Like laugh if you wanna my lack of relax will attract all this cheddar man..
Poppin get the kettle man, rockin like a metal band
I don’t get tired I don’t sit down I just let my inner G wit the OD out
Holy cow woah..
This light of mind , keep me right in mind, I’ma let it shine all over
Keep it Grinding fo sho..
You can be who you dream if you choose to believe, think, and speak what you want..
24 hour fitness empowered vision…turkey tiger bacon strips

[Chorus: Jacob Denzel]
I been up for 24 hours with no shave or shower
Using all this power to give the world flowers
24 Hours 24 Hours
I been up for 24 hours with no shave or shower
Using all this power to give the world flowers
24 hours 24 hours

For backing Pakistan, trade with Turkey under scanner

After Malaysia, Turkey is on the government’s radar for possible trade curbs for interfering in India’s internal issues. While concrete measures have been decided in case of Malaysia, with a clampdown on palm oil imports, there is no decision on Turkey, which has sided with Pakistan on several issues, including voicing concerns over its proposed blacklisting by FATF.

Negativland – No Business Lyrics

There’s no business like stealing
Like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing
Stealing everything that traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling
When you are stealing people like show people
There’s no stealing like stealing show people

The headaches, the heartaches
The back aches, the flops
Even when you are stealing
The turkey that you know will fold
You may be stealing out in the cold
Then you wouldn’t change it for a sack of gold
Let’s go on with the stealing
Stealing
Stealing
And why
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Why, why, why, baby, woo!)

Because there’s no business like stealing music I know
Angels come from everywhere with lots of music
And when you butcher it there’s no attack
Where could you get music that you don’t give back
And on top of that get that happy feeling
When you are stealing that extra music
Let’s go on with the stealing
Why
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Why!)

Because there’s no music like butcher music
Like no music I know
The music business people with lots of jack
They don’t run out of dough
The music butcher
They gladly get paid for what they do
But they’re stranded out in the cold
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)

And why
(Why, why, why, baby)
And
The music
Music
Music butcher

(Woo, yeah, woo)

There’s no business like no business
(Woo, woo)
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Woo!)

Because butcher music is so thrilling
Standing out in front on opening night
And you’re stealing up there in lights
Smiling as you watch the music butcher
Butcher show music

Why
(Why, why, why)
And why
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Why, why, why, baby)
(Why!)

Because stealing
The music with the labels pasted on is appealing
Stealing everything that music business people don’t allow
Yesterday they told you
Butcher music would not go far
That night you open and there you are
Stealing music
Let’s go on with the
(Woo, woo)
On with the
(Woo, woo)
(Woo, woo)
Let’s go on with stealing the show

Mac Miller – The Bargain Lyrics

Play this song

Yeah
Said I

[Verse 1]
Made a promise with my deranged conscious
In return he told me the voice in my head would quiet down
All I gotta do is never speak of his existence or eternal soul
Other wise it’s terminal
And I hate to worry those
With my dirty nose and my perverted ways
It hurts me that I hurt you
Never meant to cause a person pain
Deteriorate a skeleton regurgitate my vertebrae
Lord I beg your mercy
Can you take me on a perfect day
I always wondered what determines fate
And who’s tending to the garden by the pearly gates
They don’t want you to be anything but what they tell you
Sell you on a line
Watch the murder rate
Circulate
Lord merciful
He ride around heaven in a 69 convertible
No shirt beneath the purple coat
Known to get surgical at the turkey bowl
He throw a baseball like a motherfuckin girl though

[Hook]
What is this underworld you speak of
And why is everybody tryna teach us
Why is it considered so rude to walk around in the nude
And why do we hurt the ones we love
Yeah
I always wondered if jesus had an ego
Insecurities when he got emo
Why do I insist on going over your head
Why don’t I just make hits
Gotta be so weird

[Verse 2]
Yeah yeah
I’ve been awake for so long
I feel myself disintegratin’
But I’ll never stop the innovation
I’m addicted to creation
That’s the worlds greatest miracle
My vehicle, no one told me how to steer it though
I’m toyin’ with my hallucinations
Hope it don’t spoil and turn into inferno
I’m lost in the wormhole searching for the hearse souls
Watchin’ as the germs grow
Take over the Earth slow
I’m unaware in a comfy chair sippin’ Merlot
Waitin’ till I hear my number callin’ it’s my time to go
Insomnia, oh how I always get along witcha
They don’t want us to be friends but I’m so fond of ya
And I can stay in Narnia forever
The human brain couldn’t measure how the pleasure feel
I disagree with what they said was real
And, if this a war I need a better shield
Yeah

[Outro]
This ain’t nothing but another idea to be forgotten at the bottom of a drawer in my apartment, lost
I tried to bargain with the man up stairs
I just hope I got a fan out there

NLE Choppa – Problems Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Five-Five-Six, hit a nigga broad day
Shoot him in the leg and I took off his face
We ain’t doing no playing, we totin’ these Drac’s
I catch him up in traffic, boost the murder rate
Murder on my mind, I coming like Melly
I pop me a perc and it’s sitting in my belly
I went on a mission, you know I was ready
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Mageddon
I might shoot to Chicago and link up with Tay
I hit up the plug, I need me a play
I used to be broke, I made me a way
And free all my niggas, they fighting the cases
They locked in the cage, you know that they with it
They know I’m from Memphis, they know that we killin’
When these bullets hit, you know it’s no healin’
Cause I aim at your noggin, I’m knockin’ your fitted

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
When you talking to me, come correct
Shoot through your neck, you don’t need a vest
We totin’ them Drac’s, put up your TEC
And just like a pussy, I leave him wet
Hide your momma, hide your son
You know I’m a savage when I got a gun
We killin’ for real, we do it for fun
You could call me Osama, I keep me a bomb

[Verse 2: TaySav & NLE Choppa]
Back in the party, my Glock out
F&N make niggas clock out
I’m on the block with the rocks out
Call Choppa, tell his ass pop out
Make all the guys bring all the mops out
AR-15 with the stock out
I been going too hard, I can’t stop now
Nigga Patek bust down, like a thot now
They know I’m a bug, might rob the plug
Feed him some slugs, came from the slums
Make your bitch suck on my dick like a thumb
Flexin’ too hard, man you niggas some bums
Don’t love these bitches, cause bitches is dumb
Just wanna fuck, when I hit ’em, I’m done
Being broke, it made me pick up gun
Ask one of the guys and gave it like “huh”
Ain’t ask no questions, he gave me a seven
Asked for some work and he gave me a seven
Slid on the opps ’cause I knew I was ready
Shoot at his brain ’til it turns to spaghetti
Ain’t got no dollar, you niggas is petty
Caught my first body, I hopped out a Chevy
Them slugs hit your chest and your body get heavy
I pop out with choppers, so nigga don’t test me
Aye, this nigga think he a problem
I make a phone call to Choppa
We gon’ run down on his partners
He made a phone call to me, so I pulled in a hurry
He tried to run off, get hit with the 30
You knowin’ that I’m poppin’ niggas like perky’s
Them bullets heat a nigga just like a turkey

Moneybagg Yo – No Filter Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard
Hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 1]
They be on me, I don’t do the choosing
Fucking on twins, this shit get confusing
Bitches be low-key junkies, beggin’
How you turn me down knowin’ you ready?
Tax time, you couldn’t wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin’
Alexa, play Rocko, “We Ain’t Goin’ Steady” (At all)
Red bottom my slippers (They slimy)
I can’t help but bleed in ’em, crime scene in ’em
Hibachi my drip (My drip)
These here Japanese denim, plenty cheese in ’em
What’s a drink infection?
A double cup, fill this shit up with OZ’s in it
Her pussy was fat but she anorexic
Then she wipe her eyes when I skeet in ’em (Woah)
No question what NuNu gon’ do (Why?)
I can vouch for my lil’ fool (Sing it)
I’m at a warehouse with dope in the tool
I get it back then I’m bustin’ a move (Score)

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 2]
Me goin’ broke, that’s highly unlikely
Came with you, but lookin’ ’round here, this ho like me
She go both ways, her friend like her wifey
Ayy, let’s have a triple threat, meds that excite me
Coupe do the dash, I vanish (I’m gone)
Might have a warrant, outstanding (I don’t know)
You see the laws, don’t panic (Don’t do that)
Watchin’ them babies, no nanny (Stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain’t a sack good (Sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in a Backwood (Never)
Got a church girl hollerin’ Bread Gang (Hah)
She ain’t seen the slums but she act hood (Act like)
Gangster and you knew that
Know you wanna walk up, don’t do that
Big old diamonds, where my tooth at?
AMG Benz, I just coupe that
I just blew that while you do that
Hit my label then recoup that (Right back)
Can’t nobody stop me from poppin’ it
I drop a money bag on an opposite, hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

PnB Rock – T-Shirt Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ever

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her, I couldn’t leave her
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt
In my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt (Oh yeah)
I’m a believer, this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
In-in my t shirt, in-in my t shirt

[Pre-Verse: PnB Rock]
Woah, there she go (Woah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
When I wake up in the morning, see you spreading (on my sheets)
It’s so many things that’s going through my head (while you sleep)
If I touch you there, I bet you spread your legs (More freak)
Kill that pussy then I put you back to bed (R.I.P.)
But hold up, when we done, yes that was good sex
But go hop in the shower and make me some breakfast
I want some french toast, with all that extra cheese
Eggs, home fries and I’m good with the ketchup
And I want some turkey bacon too
I’m hungry so make a plate for two
Then I snack on your booty, go blend me a smoothie
I swear I can’t leave it and that’s word to Lil Tunechi

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her (Yeah), I couldn’t leave her (Woah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t shirt (In my t shirt), in-in my t shirt (Oh yeah, in my t shirt)
I’m a believer, this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I hit you when times is hard (Yeah)
‘Cause you help my mind evolve (Yeah)
You take my mind abroad (Yeah)
Must be a sign from God (Yeah)
I gots to keep you close (Close)
He likes to give you rope (Damn)
He let you hang yourself (Damn), I let you hang and smoke (Yeah)
I let you drank and smoke (Yeah)
We fuck, we talk, we joke
We get emotional, you cry, and I got a lump in my throat
Man, love is so dope
Girl fuck that fuckboy
And you don’t need no fuck toys
And you can make as much noise
And if you’re down for it, I’m up for it
But it’s something about your fucking eyes
That can see through to my other side
And these other hoes (Yeah), they make me cum (Woah)
But you, you make me come alive

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her (Woah), I couldn’t leave her (Yeah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t-shirt (In my t shirt), in-in my t-shirt (In my t-shirt)
I’m a believerr (Woah), this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt
She know I need her (Woah), I couldn’t leave her (Yeah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t-shirt (In my t-shirt), in-in my-t shirt (In my t shirt)
I’m a believer (Yeah), this girl a keeper (Woah)
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Got to bust and I’m cumming all on my t-shirt
T-shirt, my t-shirt
Got to bust a nut all up in my t-shirt
T-shirt, my-t shirt

YNW Melly – Inmate Stories Lyrics

Play this song

(intro)
Sit back down imma explain it to you
Imma explain it to you like
All this shit, what you wanna hear bout bruh?
Shit, let a nigga know
I ain’t been shit since I been out
Shits brazy in here man
Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly
Let me tell you something

(verse1)
Niggas in the gram, niggas in that bitch to turn to snitch
Niggas in that bitch suckin’ dick
Hold up wait a minute we ain’t really on that bullshit
Nigga I will hit you with the stick
I was in that bitch wildin’ with them motherfuckin’ jits
Who got the plugs on them sticks?
All bout that skrilla I was locked up wit them gorillas
And I ran into a couple killas
Ran into Lil Cory yeah that nigga really on the shit
And he’s throwing L’s in that bitch
I was locked up, nigga, year in that bitch
Damn near failed in that bitch
School wasn’t shit easy ass work in that shit
Easy ass work in that shit
Staff sucking dick, staff in that bitch fuck the clique
Staff trynna twerk in that shit
All these hoes shit many niggas in there ain’t shit
Man them pussy niggas they’re fake
These niggas hate these niggas smile in your face
Probably spray your ass with the rake
Hold up wait, wait. These niggas really don’t care
These niggas don’t give a damn
These niggas flaw, these niggas locked up damn
This how it is in the gram
Yeah, Mr. Mayor, I was locked up in cell
Hopin’ that my niggas doin’ well
Praying for Lil Shawn, praying for my nigga J Green
Trynna get the guap by any means
I was in that bih wildin’ with my mother fucking dawgs
We was skipping school in the halls
I was so tired of eating that nasty ass food
Taking showers in them dirty ass draws
I got the top, I was so stressed
I had to get it, I had to move
I was locked up with the mother fuckin’ goons
In a mother fucking 4 by 4 room
Bitch I weren’t stressin’, I was finessin’
I’m hittin’ licks, I was a legend
I was the best fucking rapper in the compound
Nigga had a gun that hold a 100 rounds
Fuck with the staff, bitch I had face
I was eatin’ good every kind of place
4 for 4 Wendy’s and good taste
4 for 4 Wendy’s locked up [?]
Hitting up McDonalds dollar menu
Fuck that nigga hell naw I got face
I always get the mothefuckin’ quarter pounder double cheeseburger
And that mother fucking milkshake
Wait, young nigga serving weight
Staffed in the gram they be fresh
Thugged out nigga, all them nigga servin’ straight drugs
They the plug and they getting all the weight
(Get it on the way)
I was trynna run up the check
I was in that bih getting checked
When I hit a lick with that young nigga Barnes in that bitch
We was thumbin’ through a whole fucking check
Skurt off in a vet (ya) I ain’t skurt off in a vet
Nigga I was sleeping on the slab
I was with them blood, I’m bleeding red in the lab
Peel a fuck nigga like a scab
I was in the tech lab downloading music
Yeah, I was downloading music
G shine, u shine, I shine, we shine
Blood gang shout out to my big homie boosie
Free that nigga zoo, free that nigga smith
Free that niggas other that’s locked up in that bitch
Free all of my niggas that was piped up in that bitch
Doing 3 years like life up in that bitch
Niggas in your view, gotta strikeout in that bitch
Fights poppin’ out I don’t know where
Miracle big booty bitch that work there ain’t had no hair
That shit there really weren’t fair
When you locked up it seemed like nobody care
Your momma only see you like 2 times a week
Wait, matter fact 1 you don’t run into no freak
Man that shit depressing, I ain’t get no pussy
I was in that bih eating school snack cookie
I was tired of them fucking school snack cookie
I was trynna, get some school snack pussy
I ain’t worried bout it man, you know I had it on me
Yeah you know my niggas yeah, I was in there lonely
I was in the cell, I was chillin’ on my lonely
I ain’t have cell mates, I wasn’t eatin’ on bolony
Bolony went to ham then I switched this shit to turkey
[?]
If a nigga try you when he get out they gone hurt you
Catch you in the class broad day they gonʼ hurt you
Niggas in that bih getting split with da tray
Niggas in that bih switching up, turnin’ gay
Niggas in that bih smilin’ in your face
Racist ass crackers they don’t like are black race
I was in that bih getting knowledge from the old head
Young nigga, bad bitch wait?
Aye, hold up wait, whoady
Yellow bitch walking like she bow leg
Wait, let me get back on top
Ran into some niggas got the plug on the chop
Hold up wait, gotcha
Burger King I ain’t eat no fucking whopper

G Herbo – Visionary Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, mothafucka
Yeah, I’m finna go grab the Lambo truck soon as that bitch drop
No bap
Ayy, uh, you’re big dawg now, you get smart

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Pussy)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Who?)
I wasn’t never scared (Ooh), I wasn’t never worried (Ooh)
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Now here I go off Percs (Nigga)
Nigga, what’s the controversy? (Nigga)
Probably would’ve been your daddy had the condom burst (That’s damn right)
But don’t mention my fuckin’ name, I don’t want that drama emergin’
While y’all niggas on it
I’ll text everybody where your house at and send everybody to purge you
One day I’ma buy my bitch a Birkin
But, I gotta stay on my grind, shit, I gotta stay workin’
There’s at least a dub callin’ on my line, cook up, bitches twerkin’
Wht you want, a turkey?
You tryna get this shit any lower than this, fuck you want, some mercy?
What you on, a Pereky?
And you say those 15s ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you
What you on, a 30?
You got that gold on and got souls gonna go
Fuck, you think you Xeres?
Ain’t no submittin’, if you want my spot, bitch, gotta murk me

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Like who?)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Mothafucka)
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 2]
I’m in the booth, I knock that out
I got a verse for 30 (Got a verse for 30)
Still keep a Perk or somethin’ in my lil’ pocket
I pop in case of emergencies (Ooh)
And it get hectic, I pull out this lil’ rocket
Clock in the sizzock, knock your little shit outta it
Play in the street, tryna get every bit out of it
Met the connect, I finessed a little brick out of it
Trap goin’ brazy, I just had to sit on it
That shit gon’ get at it (Huh)
Chopper goin’ brazy, we goin’ too brazy
The cops keep on raidin’ it but ain’t get shit out of it (Huh)
Yeah, I been runnin’ with my dawgs (I been runnin’ with my)
So you know it’s licks involved
All I know is get rich, that’s all
Blow 20K, send my bitch to ball
Hit the A ’cause I ain’t been to Phipps in long
Bitch, I’m eatin’, all I leave ’round tips and bones
One chain look like a 60 ball
Slide on your bitch at six in the morning
After I leave her, leave that bitch alone
Block her on my cellular phone, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Mothafucka)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30
I’m a visionary

Joey Bada$$ – RING THE ALARM lyrics

(feat. Kirk Knight, Meechy Darko & Nyck Caution)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I was born runnin’ with the baton
Now I’m known as the young intellectual don
Until I’m gone, where I’m from, the real don’t get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don’t want none
No beef could never hurt me
I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly, it’s the double entendre monster
Takin’ haunted constant trips through your conscious
So be cautious
If it call for it, we leavin’ corpses
The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow’s never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G’s move in silence like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered
I was drippin’ in the gold since a minor
Sittin’ on my throne overlookin’ my empire, uh, uh

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the lobsters, huh
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the…

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Who you mad at? They ain’t have to ask that
Attack with the backlash, where’s my cash at?
Runnin’ all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack
Goin’ off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac
Havin’ flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back
Hit ’em with the blackjack, goin’ through a stack fast
I snap with the raps, I make ’em bring the whole track back
Niggas get smacked with the realer
When I drop, it’s all killer, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, nigga
I’ll personally deliver each shot that won’t miss ya
And when it hit ya, it’s no warnin’
We bombardin’, me and my squadron
If you want it, get your army
We droppin’ bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left, we just feed ’em to the zombies

[Bridge: Meechy Darko]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Ring the alarm, we ain’t keepin’ it calm
Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I’m on
Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflictin’ damages, I can’t recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I’m breakin’ even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon’ need some gauzeAnd that alcohol, we only goin’ bar for bar
You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house?
I snap out ’em and flipped it around to where I’m at now
Livin’ legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let’s bring it back
It ain’t even about the bars, they bumpin’ whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rappin’ on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Likkle bwoy dun backshot we’ll bury ya
Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka
Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya)
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

Dave Evans Solo – She Comes Into The Station lyrics

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Just a littler girl from Denver.
Her mother was from Maine.
Her daddy up and left her.
Never been the same.

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

About her brother on the needle.
Her mother cried it out.
And her sister being lonely.
Never finding out.

About her uncle doing cold turkey.
An Aunt ready for the grave.
And a cousin in the army.
Trying to prove he’s brave.

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

About a baby boy in Oklahoma.
Doesn’t even know his name.
Another back in West Virginia.
And a third back in Maine.

Talking about a husband.
Who left her on her own.
Who left her with her trying load.
Never to come home.

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

Young M.A. “I Lost 20 Pounds In Two Months” Preps New Music

Young M.A. has stepped forward to address her massive weight loss.

Reports have been circulating in recent weeks that the “OOOUUU” rapper has lost a ton of weight. Now she is confirming the speculations via her Instagram account and announcing some new music. Young M.A. didn’t wait until the new year to start her weight loss journey, but she did wait for the year to start to prep her new music. She revealed that she went on a strict diet regiment and regular exercise to drop 20 pounds in two months.

She cut meat from her diet including chicken, beef, pork, lamb, and turkey. Young M.A. also significantly slash her alcohol intake to only drinking occasionally in a social setting. Her discipline paid off big time. Here is what she wrote:

“To all my supporters that keep saying I lost weight.. yes it was on purpose lol I’ve stop eating meat (beef, pork, chicken, turkey, lamb…) I cut my liquor intake into “occasionally only” lol.. I’ve been in the gym consistently… and I’ve been watching my calorie intake.. it was discipline for me of course. In 2 months I’ve dropped 20 pounds.. Always wanted to change my diet but wasn’t mentally ready for it at first.. Honestly since I’ve changed my diet I’ve been less exhausted.. I wake up with full energy.. and also mentally I feel good… I just want to say to all my supporters if you are not happy with anything in your life you have the power to change it! Only you! I love you all! God bless! More music on the way btw! Let’s get it! #2018 #YoungMA #Lyfe.”

Young M.A. accomplished what even some of the most hardcore fitness fanatic finds difficult, dropping twenty pounds in a mere two months. The result is she feeling better physically and mentally. DJ Khaled is also looking to drop some weight after he became the newest face of Weight Watcher’s.

To all my supporters that keep saying I lost weight.. yes it was on purpose lol I’ve stop eating meat (beef, pork, chicken, turkey, lamb…) I cut my liquor intake into “occasionally only” lol.. I’ve been in the gym consistently… and I’ve been watching my calorie intake.. it was discipline for me of course. In 2 months I’ve dropped 20 pounds.. Always wanted to change my diet but wasn’t mentally ready for it at first.. Honestly since I’ve changed my diet I’ve been less exhausted.. I wake up with full energy.. and also mentally I feel good… I just want to say to all my supporters if you are not happy with anything in your life you have the power to change it! Only you! I love you all! God bless! More music on the way btw! Let’s get it! ??? #2018 #YoungMA #?Lyfe

A post shared by Young M.A Official (@youngma) on Jan 2, 2018 at 1:35pm PST

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Gregory Porter – The Christmas Song

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots, with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa’s on his way
He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you

Amy Winehouse – Stronger Than Me (Jazz Intro) Lyrics

AMY WINEHOUSE
Stronger Than Me (Jazz Intro) Lyrics

You should be stronger than me
You been here 7 years longer than me
Don’t you know you supposed to be the man,
I pale in comparison to who you think I am,

You always wanna talk it through – I don’t care!
I always have to comfort you when I’m there
But that’s what I need you to do – stroke my hair!
Cos’ I’ve forgotten all of young love’s joy,
Feel like a lady and you my lady boy,

You should be stronger than me,
But instead you’re longer than frozen turkey,
Why’d you always put me in control?
All I need is for my man to live up to his role,
Always wanna talk it through – I’m ok,
Always have to comfort you every day,
But that’s what I need you to do – are you gay?

I’ve forgotten all of young love’s joy
Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy

He said ‘the respect I made you earn –
Thought you had so many lessons to learn’
I said ‘You don’t know what love is – get a grip!’ –
Sounds as if you’re reading from some other tired script

I’m not gonna meet your mother anytime
I just wanna grip your body over mine
Please tell me why you think that’s a crime

I’ve forgotten all of young love’s joy
Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy

You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me.

Morrissey – Meat Is Murder Lyrics

MORRISSEY
Meat Is Murder Lyrics

Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER
And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It’s death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER
And the calf that you carve with a smile
Is MURDER
And the turkey you festively slice
Is MURDER
Do you know how animals die ?
Kitchen aromas aren’t very homely
It’s not “comforting”, cheery or kind
It’s sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of MURDER
It’s not “natural”, “normal” or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT’S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT’S MURDER
Oh … and who hears when animals cry?

Nicole Westbrook – It’s Thanksgiving Lyrics

NICOLE WESTBROOK
It’s Thanksgiving Lyrics

Oh oh woh. Yeah yeah.
Alright yeah

Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. Oh yeah.
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. Alright. Come on.

I’m wide awake. And I should take. A step and say thank you, thank you.
The things you’ve done. And what you did. Oh yeah. Uuu, yeah.
Source: LYBIO.net

December was Christmas. January was New Year. April was Easter. And the 4th of July, but now it’s Thanksgiving.

Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we we are gonna have a good time.
Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we are gonna have a good time.
With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time.
With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh,
It’s Thanksgiving.
It’s Thanksgiving. (alright)

School is out, I can shout, thank you, thank you, thank you.
No matter how you do, no matter what you say, this is my favorite.

December was Christmas. (Christmas) January was New Year (New Year). April was Easter. And the 4th of July, but now it’s Thanksgiving.

Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we we are gonna have a good time.
Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. (alright) We we we are gonna have a good time.
With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time.
With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh!
It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving

Yo. It’s Thanksgiving giving giving and I’m trying to be forgiving. (come on girl)
Nothing is forbidden. You know we I gotta have.
I gotta give thanks to you, and you, and you.
Can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful.
Gotta be grateful, can’t be hateful.
Mash potatoes on my – on my table.
I got ribs smelling up my neighbor’s cribs. (alright)
Can’t deny
Havin’ good times
We’d be laughing till we cry

It’s Thanks
Thanks Thanks Thanksgiving
Come on
It’s Thanks
Thanks Thanks Thanksgiving
Give em Thanksgiving Yo!

Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we we are gonna have a good time.
Oh oh oh it’s Thanksgiving. We we we we are gonna have a good time.
With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh, and we we we are gonna have a good time.
With a turkey, eh mash potatoes eh!
It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving

The Alchemist feat. Big Body Bes & Action Bronson – Brother Jedidiah Lyrics

(Intro – Action Bronson)
We are gathered here today, way-oh-way-oh
To commemorate a very good man, Brother Jedidiah
He stands about 5’8″

(Verse 1 – Action Bronson)
I wear the yamaka to court to gain some sort of leverage
My lawyer puts a little molly in the judge’s beverage
As a team player, you know what
I’ma buy him a mother**king Nissan Murano
Rabbi Rodriguez did to Prince
Then a little piece of fish fell on the dish that he sniffed
Like a dog that’s his d**k that he split
So he could go pick up his kids in a brand new whip
What the f**k

(Interlude 1 – Big Body Bes)
Oh pardon me
I was out here busy living your lies
You’ve been dead your whole life
Oh yeah Alfonzo, pull up the car

(Verse 2 – Action Bronson)
Riker’s Island runway show better than Yeezy season
This year the color green is in
Dog I’m f**king crazy like velcro sneakers
I’m playing with s**t
Dog I ain’t playing with s**t
Your frame will lay in a ditch
My chick is Asian with a twist
I’m so hard you could cook a piece of bacon on my d**k
Better be turkey though
So if these turkeys try to murk me, Moe
I’ll let these turkeys know that I’m in Turkey hoe
S**t

(Interlude 2 – Big Body Bes)
We was 47 and a half deep on the strip
You was in front of the store with Team Jordan’s and yellow pajama pants
That’s a big no no
That’s a big no no!

Bryson Tiller – Set It Off (True To Self Album)

[Intro: Faith Evans & Bryson Tiller]
Oh, my inspiration comes from you, oh
So you think you got what it takes
To be my ride or die?
Okay
We shall see

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I been out here soul searchin’
Ayy, say you still got it, girl, what makes you so certain?
Hit it, quit it, then went cold turkey
You been committed through this whole journey
Got a girl that don’t expect as much from me
That’s why she gets so much love from me
She just might be the one for me
Ain’t no need to question, down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set if off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come

[Verse 2]
Do you remember them days, I would cut school and come to you
Ma’ was cool so I got comfortable
Sleeping on the couch, sneak up to your room, ayy
I found out you was a freak too soon, ayy
Your family thought we had baby too soon, phh
I told your family not to speak too soon, ayy
Three years later, I’m on TV
Now your brother, he envy me
I don’t know what the fuck he be on, ayy
Cool with me cool, we was never friends
He put your mama under stress, I put her in a Benz
Even though she put me in the streets, she made amends
Watchin’ over my baby’s nigga
‘Case her son wanna go back to his ways and be a street nigga
Plus my girl just copped the heat, nigga
And she gon’ kill almost any nigga
Including me, nigga
Ain’t nobody who could be with her, ‘cept for me
That’s my down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Unknown]
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, think she’ll fuck with this song?
Yeah, I hope so nigga
She ain’t call me back for some reason
Oh well, I love her

Beck – Loser

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D

Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you read
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
Cause one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job

The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
Who’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

Soy
(I’m a driver I’m a winner things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?
Sprechen Sie Deutche, baby)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m sayin’?)

Joey Bada$$ – Ring The Alarm (feat. Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Meechy Darko) (All-Amerikkkan Bada$$ Album)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I was born runnin’ with the baton
Now I’m known as the young intellectual don
Until I’m gone, where I’m from, the real don’t get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don’t want none
No beef could never hurt me
I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly, it’s the double entendre monster
Takin’ haunted constant trips through your conscious
So be cautious
If it call for it, we leavin’ corpses
The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow’s never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G’s move in silence like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered
I was drippin’ in the gold since a minor
Sittin’ on my throne overlookin’ my empire, uh, uh

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the lobsters, huh
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the…

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Who you mad at? They ain’t have to ask that
Attack with the backlash, where’s my cash at?
Runnin’ all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack
Goin’ off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac
Havin’ flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back
Hit ’em with the blackjack, goin’ through a stack fast
I snap with the raps, I make ’em bring the whole track back
Niggas get smacked with the realer
When I drop, it’s all killer, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, nigga
I’ll personally deliver each shot that won’t miss ya
And when it hit ya, it’s no warnin’
We bombardin’, me and my squadron
If you want it, get your army
We droppin’ bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left, we just feed ’em to the zombies

[Bridge: Meechy Darko]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Ring the alarm, we ain’t keepin’ it calm
Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I’m on
Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflictin’ damages, I can’t recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I’m breakin’ even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon’ need some gauze
And that alcohol, we only goin’ bar for bar
You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house?
I snap out ’em and flipped it around to where I’m at now
Livin’ legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let’s bring it back
It ain’t even about the bars, they bumpin’ whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rappin’ on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Likkle bwoy dun backshot we’ll bury ya
Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka
Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya)
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

Drake – KMT (feat. Giggs) (More Life Album)

[Intro: Drake]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

[Verse 1: Drake]
B Man just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance (yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin’ a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doin’ ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothin’ ’bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothin’ is sweet (yeah)
Dust a man down with the pen, it’s a sweep (Mmmm!)
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissin’ my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Bringin’ that dirty, dirty, bringin’ that certy
Nizzy with the quick extension, ringin’ off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky, swervin’, lookin’ all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin’ all turkey
Spend jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchy
Fingers all itchin’, twitchin’, lookin’ all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl, cookin’ that Cersei
I’m just pushin’ that dark shit, pushin’ that charcoal
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Could’ve just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, da-na-na-da-na

[Outro]
October Firm

Drake – KMT lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

[Verse 1: Drake]
B Man just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance (yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin’ a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doin’ ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothin’ ’bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothin’ is sweet (yeah)
Dust a man down with the pen, it’s a sweep (Mmmm!)
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissin’ my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Bringin’ that dirty, dirty, bringin’ that certy
Nizzy with the quick extension, ringin’ off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky, swervin’, lookin’ all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin’ all turkey
Spend jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchy
Fingers all itchin’, twitchin’, lookin’ all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl, cookin’ that Cersei
I’m just pushin’ that dark shit, pushin’ that charcoal
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Could’ve just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, da-na-na-da-na

[Outro]
October Firm

Drake – The Streets Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Okay, okay, okay

[Verse: Drake]
Demons just got out the can
I get my dough in advance
Love is just not in my plans
Not even taking a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doing ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock in the streets
Shoutout to T.E.D. 3
And he rollin’ here ’cause of me
You don’t know nothing ’bout me
Life with my brothers is deep
Long as they are on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet
Yosalinda with the pen issa sweep
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard you’re new shit and I’m kissing my teeth
Jheeze!

[Verse: Giggs]
Gimme that dirty, dirty
Ringing that dirty, dirty
Bringing that certi
Ringing off thirty
And you already know I love them breast, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all christmas giftwrap, lookin’ all turkey
Spin jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchey
Fingers all itching, twitching, lookin’ all jerky
Even that white girl, cooking that Cersei
I was pushing that dark shit, pushing that charcoal
Like this is that big bag, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that asshole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Coulda just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, tu-nu-nu-tu-du!

Icewear Vezzo – Angel Wings (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Nah, nah they wanna cut a deal I ain’t cuttin’ deals, they gon’ run the scrill’
Add us up it’s a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it on my own I ain’t want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama if I wanna kill bitch I’m gonna kill
Catch me up, I won’t take the stand
I’m a real man I’m the son of Millz
Real man, I’m the son of Millz
Pour my sprite up, I like it ice cold
Tryna summer jam until the ice show
Used to have me a Breitlo
Now the daddy glowin’, I’m a lightshow
Louies on not the spikes though
Y’all be sippin’ [?] call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit I might soak ya
Your bitch pussy deep I need a lifecoast
We gon’ buy it all if the price low
We gon’ ride the pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, light this bitch up once and [?] two times
[?] sip 8 lines
[?] chickens truck we gon’ get you fried
They love to cruise, say we get to live
Got a 100 on me, finna miss two pies

[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
I’m so fly, I’m so high

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile [?] crackhead walked six miles
Vezzo got six cars but Gucci got six styles
This a private club, you ain’t worth a milli you can’t get in
I got the molly [?] took half a gram it just kicked in
When I first start sellin’ dope I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on the lick, I kicked the door and said ‘thank ya’
See Guwop’s not a scratch of the [?]
Sold many pints of lean they think I’m Kurt Kobanga
You should pay attention to the ones boy be listenin’ to
AP’s on the both wristes boo
I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day that they let Gucci free
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin’ out bricks way for free
Look at me and look at you, how the fuck could you write a hook for me
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book ’bout me
Gucci just got out the FED’s but now he make a mill a week
Bring me out a currency and motherfuck your sympathy

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings