Nathan Law, who fled Hong Kong over China’s new security law, says he is staying in the UK.
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Dalriada – A Walesi Bardok 1 Lyrics
Edward király, angol király
Léptet fakó lován:
Hadd látom, úgymond, mennyit ér
A velszi tartomány.
Van-e ott folyó és földje jó?
LegelQin fq kövér?
Használt-e a megöntözés:
A pártos honfivér?
S a nép, az istenadta nép,
Ha oly boldog-e rajt’
Mint akarom, s mint a barom,
Melyet igába hajt?
Felség! valóban koronád
Legszebb gyémántja Velsz:
Földet, folyót, legelni jót,
Hegy-völgyet benne lelsz.
S a nép, az istenadta nép
Oly boldog rajta, Sire!
KunyhóI mind hallgatva, mint
Megannyi puszta sir.
Edward király, angol király
Léptet fakó lován:
Körötte csend amerre ment,
És néma tartomány.
Montgomery a vár neve,
Hol aznap este szállt;
Montgomery, a vár ura,
Vendégli a királyt.
Vadat és halat, s mi jó falat
Szem-szájnak ingere,
SürgQ csoport, száz szolga hord,
Hogy nézni is tereh;
S mind, amiket e szép sziget
Ételt-italt terem;
S mind, ami bor pezsegve forr
Túl messzi tengeren.
Ti urak, ti urak! hát senkisem
Koccint értem pohárt?
Ti urak, ti urak!… ti velsz ebek!
Ne éljen Eduárd?
Vadat és halat, s mi az ég alatt
Szem-szájnak kellemes,
Azt látok én: de ördög itt
Belül minden nemes.
Ti urak, ti urak, hitvány ebek!
Ne éljen Eduárd?
Hol van, ki zengje tetteim –
ElQ egy velszi bárd!
Egymásra néz a sok vitéz,
A vendég velsz urak;
Orcáikon, mint félelem,
Sápadt el a harag.
Szó bennszakad, hang fennakad,
Lehellet megszegik. –
Ajtó megQl fehér galamb,
Psz bárd emelkedik.
Itt van, király, ki tetteidet
Elzengi, mond az agg;
S fegyver csörög, haló hörög
Amint húrjába csap.
„Fegyver csörög, haló hörög,
A nap vértóba száll,
Vérszagra gyql az éji vad:
Te tetted ezt, király!
Levágva népünk ezrei,
Halomba, mint kereszt,
Hogy sírva tallóz aki él:
Király, te tetted ezt!”
Máglyára! el! igen kemény –
Parancsol Eduárd –
Ha! lágyabb ének kell nekünk;
S belép egy ifju bárd.
„Ah! lágyan kél az esti szél
Milford-öböl felé;
Szüzek siralma, özvegyek
Panasza nyög belé.
Ne szülj rabot, te szqz! anya
Ne szoptass csecsemQt!…”
S int a király. S elérte még
A máglyára menQt.
De vakmerQn s hivatlanúl
ElQáll harmadik;
Kobzán a dal magára vall,
Ez íge hallatik:
„Elhullt csatában a derék –
No halld meg, Eduárd:
Neved ki diccsel ejtené,
Nem él oly velszi bárd.
„Emléke sír a lanton még –
No halld meg, Eduárd:
Átok fejedre minden dal,
Melyet zeng velszi bárd.”
Meglátom én! – S parancsot ád
Király rettenetest:
Máglyára, ki ellenszegql,
Minden velsz énekest!
SzolgáI szét száguldanak,
Ország-szerin, tova.
Montgomeryben így esett
A híres lakoma. –
S Edvárd király, angol király
Vágtat fakó lován;
Körötte ég földszint az ég:
A velszi tartomány.
Ötszáz, bizony, dalolva ment
Lángsírba velszi bárd:
De egy se birta mondani
Hogy: éljen Eduárd. –
Ha, ha! mi zúg?… mi éji dal
London utcáin ez?
Felköttetem a lord-majort,
Ha bosszant bármi nesz!
Áll néma csend; légy szárnya bent,
Se künn, nem hallatik:
„Fejére szól, ki szót emel!
Király nem alhatik.”
Ha, ha! elQ síp, dob, zene!
Harsogjon harsona:
Fülembe zúgja átkait
A velszi lakoma…
Túl zenén, túl sípon-dobon,
Riadó kürtön át:
Ötszáz énekli hangosan
A vértanúk dalát.
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Stray Kids – Airplane Lyrics
[Romanized:]
YAYA
Bihaenggi bihaenggi
Meolli tteona ollataja bihaenggi
Neowa na hamkke taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji
Okay eodideunji gaji jigu jeo kkeutkkaji
Haewa dari batong teochihan hu dasi haega tteul ttaekkaji
Mannal ttaemada naraganeun gibun
Hansirado akkawo 1bun
Akkyeobojago pullin sinbal kkeundo mot mukkeosseo
Paran haneul barabomyeo geonneun geotdo joeunde
Jeo haneulgwa deo gakkapge
Yeonghwa gamsangeun saekdareuge
Ginae eumnyowa eoreumeun jeokdanghage
Uwa gamtansawa mm mm mm
Noraenmal ttara Paris anim London eottae
Ay, ay, gidaryeobwa
Jamkkanman jinjeonghaebwa
Ay, ay, itjana na
Nega nan neomu joa
Cheoeumbuteo neon
Nae simjangeul heundeulgo nareul michige hae
Meolli tteona ollataja bihaenggi
Neowa na hamkke taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji
Jim ssago wa ollataja bihaenggi
Gachi ga nal ttarawa bihaenggi
We are, we are
We high, we high
Meollimeolli neowaneun eodideunji gaji ya ya
Today’s the day to fly away
Gidaega dwae gureum chimdae
Sangsanghalsurok mami pyeonhaejyeo baby
Ppalli nawa mot chama seolleneun gibun mallya
Deudieo namui nunchi boji anko swil su isseo
Geudongan ssain modeun geotdeul changmun bakke deonjyeo
Pyeonhage dulmanui segyee inneunde
Eoneu sungan dochakan igoseun New York anim LA
Ay, ay, gidaryeobwa
Jamkkanman jinjeonghaebwa
Ay, ay, itjana na
Nega nan neomu joa
Cheoeumbuteo neon
Nae simjangeul heundeulgo nareul michige hae
Meolli tteonajago ollata bihaenggi
Neowa danduriseo taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are
We high, we high
Meollimeolli eodideun gayo
Jim ssago wa ollataja bihaenggi
Gachi ga nal ttarawa bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo tteona
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Meolli tteona
We falling in love yeah
Girl I will show you Neverland
Nan neoui piteo paen naui son nochi ma babe
Amudo bon jeogi eomneun geol
Neoman boige modeun geol da nege julge
Wait jom deo nae yeopeuro wa closer
Neutgi jeone nareul bwa my lover
Kkumsogeseojocha nan
Meolli tteonaneun sangsangeul hae
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo tteona
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo
Tteona everywhere
Meolli tteona bihaenggi tago
Neowa na danduri ganeun trippin’
Jim ssago wa bihaenggi tago
Meollimeolli neowaneun eodideunji gaji
YAYA
[Korean:]
YAYA
비행기 비행기
멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기
너와 나 함께 타는 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지
Okay 어디든지 가지 지구 저 끝까지
해와 달이 바통 터치한 후 다시 해가 뜰 때까지
만날 때마다 날아가는 기분
한시라도 아까워 1분
아껴보자고 풀린 신발 끈도 못 묶었어
파란 하늘 바라보며 걷는 것도 좋은데
저 하늘과 더 가깝게
영화 감상은 색다르게
기내 음료와 얼음은 적당하게
우와 감탄사와 mm mm mm
노랫말 따라 Paris 아님 London 어때
Ay, ay, 기다려봐
잠깐만 진정해봐
Ay, ay, 있잖아 나
네가 난 너무 좋아
처음부터 넌
내 심장을 흔들고 나를 미치게 해
멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기
너와 나 함께 타는 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지
짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기
같이 가 날 따라와 비행기
We are, we are
We high, we high
멀리멀리 너와는 어디든지 가지 ya ya
Today’s the day to fly away
기대가 돼 구름 침대
상상할수록 맘이 편해져 baby
빨리 나와 못 참아 설레는 기분 말야
드디어 남의 눈치 보지 않고 쉴 수 있어
그동안 쌓인 모든 것들 창문 밖에 던져
편하게 둘만의 세계에 있는데
어느 순간 도착한 이곳은 New York 아님 LA
Ay, ay, 기다려봐
잠깐만 진정해봐
Ay, ay, 있잖아 나
네가 난 너무 좋아
처음부터 넌
내 심장을 흔들고 나를 미치게 해
멀리 떠나자고 올라타 비행기
너와 단둘이서 타는 비행기
We are, we are
We high, we high
멀리멀리 어디든 가요
짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기
같이 가 날 따라와 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서 떠나
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
멀리 떠나
We falling in love yeah
Girl I will show you Neverland
난 너의 피터 팬 나의 손 놓지 마 babe
아무도 본 적이 없는 걸
너만 보이게 모든 걸 다 네게 줄게
Wait 좀 더 내 옆으로 와 closer
늦기 전에 나를 봐 my lover
꿈속에서조차 난
멀리 떠나는 상상을 해
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서 떠나
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서
떠나 everywhere
멀리 떠나 비행기 타고
너와 나 단둘이 가는 trippin’
짐 싸고 와 비행기 타고
멀리멀리 너와는 어디든지 가지
YAYA
Alright we drinkin a lassi
Movin our body
I’m masala with a sauce
And I never take an off day
Chai stand post up no latte
Bidi smoke cloud puff puff
Varanasi selector
Play one of those hits
India you ain’t never seen colors like this
Turquoise and the orange
And the yellow & the pinks
Fell in love as a sunset
Into the abyss grab your waistline
Kiss your neck to the bass line
Hold us slow it down dave brubeck
Take 5 let me do my 2 step
Crossover a.I peel off in the whip
Through a gray sky skkrt skkrt windows up
Watch the world disappear
As we kick up dust
Let the magic of the night go
And do what it does
Never get in a way of somebody
Falling in love.. I’m gone
Fir se machayenge remix bajade public kar ri shor
Meko dekh main machara mere saath mein macklemore
Daru chod ghumenge firenge piyenge hum lassi
Hater log pareshan hai soche kaise hai tu fassi.. Merese
Dil dekh ke pada tha na farak mujhe chehre se
Kisi ki parwah nahin hai muje matlab tere se
Sirf teko milne ke liye nikalta hun mein ghar se
Khulam khula pyaar karenge nahin karenge dar ke
Tere gharwale bhadke toh mana lunga
Jyada din nahin baby teko meri wali banalunga
Chalenge hum trip pe tab khana wana bana dunga
Guitar bajane aata hai pyaara gaana suna dunga
Doosre ke pyaar mein girne se tujhe bacha raha hoon
Sab mujhe bhaav de rahi phir bhi sab ko wata raha hoon
Tere baare mein sabko achi baatein bata raha hoon
Tere liye mummy daddy ko main ghar pe mana raha hoon
Sahi mein..
Wazan thodi meri ghata raha hoon
Tujhe lean body pasand hai
Main healthy khaane chaba raha hoon
Sun ne main aaya hai tu london mein rehti hai
Abhi ke abhi jaake pehli ticket kata raha hoon
Machayenge gaana baj ra global
Bantai ki public full fire yaha koi nahin sober
Sabko ijzat milna chahiye koyi ni yaahan pe naukar
Hasna sikh le varna zindagi bita le ro kar
Marzi teri..
Achi soch rakhta kaam kar bana apna mauka
Seekh un logo se jisne diya tujhe dhoka
Kisne roka tera nauka tu chalega tere daam par
Duniya dekhegi tujhe tu jaake pehle kaam kar
Salam kar bade ko koi kalam bano
Gardi mein safar kiya toh jaake tum udaan bharo
Birthday pe party nahin birthday pe daan karo
Jo bhi ud rele hawa mein kya tum abhi chaand par ho
Tu koshish kar shuruat mein thoda sa suffer hai
Kaam karte saath mein haan rakhna thoda sabar hai
Paisa double hai jab bhi tera waqt aayega
Kisi ki garj na rakhna mehnat karke laayega
India mein bajta tha gaana duniya bajayega
Paisa kamana aasan hai pyaar kaise laayega
Swimming pool chhod apan samandar mein nahayega
Fir se machane bole haan firse machayega..
Two weeks after liberation, 95 London medical students arrived at Belsen to help care for survivors.
It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say
Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas
Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop
I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas
(Shake your Christmas bells)
Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day
Shake your Christmas bells
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)
…
Finally it’s Christmas
…
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$teven Cannon – InXanity
Xanarchy
Hey
[Verse]
Really fuckin’ wonder why these bitches think I’m dumb
Bitch I’m too important, my account be lookin’ dumb
This extended clip is long, yeah I bang it, then I run
Nigga I be trappin’, oh my god, I got my home
Yea I pull up in the Masi, I get money, not no crumbs
My bitch is so important, she came straight from London
Yeah I’m on a cart, like when I’m shoppin’ for my mom
These niggas act like [?], these niggas Comic-Con
In the benzo pushin’ buttons, and it’s got me out my mind
I gotta watch my weight, because the lean’ll make me slide
Dog I got the pounds, I’m fuckin’ bitches off of Vine
And I know my wrist is sloppy, everything I got design
Don’t get too excited, you ain’t comin to my home
I barely understand, why my bitch leave me alone
There ain’t no other Steve, all these bitches want a clone
I’m higher than a kite, nah, I’m higher than a drone
Smoking haze, I’m in a daze
Chocolate paint, look like my face
These bitches chase, I did the race
Still caught a case, I did some days
Sent me to the state, feel like a maze
Done lost you mind, I don’t need a chase
I do xans, I don’t do percs
Hoe it ain’t the same
Sailor Moon I’m gettin’ [?], hoes from Ukraine
She a tame, this lyin’ bitch watch me run the game
In the bay, this xanarchy, bitch we don’t bang
[Bridge x2]
This time last year I was still gettin’ money
Ain’t shit changed, still got the thang on me
Got the 30-round clip holster stickin’ to my stomach
Just because I’m ridin’ hot, it dont mean a nigga dummy
[Outro x2]
Inxanity, inxanity
No I’m not your man to be
I got dark shit
Big shit like a manatee
You can send a band on me, I’ll take it
You can send a band on me, but I’ll take it bitch
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M – Pop Music
Get up
Get down
Radio, video
Boogie with a suitcase
You’re livin’ in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let’s do the milkshake
Sellin’ like a hotcake
Try some buy some
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
I wanna dedicate this
Pop pop shoo wop
Everybody made it
Shoobie doobie do wop
Infiltrate it
Pop pop shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Singing in the subway
Shuffle with a shoe shine
Fix me a Molotov
I’m on the headline
Wanna be a gun slinger
Don’t be a rock singer
Eenie meenie mynie moe
Tell me where you wanna go
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
Lyin’ in the tree [unverified]
Pop pop shoo wop
Eenee meenie
Shoobie doobie do wop
Pop pop shoo wop
You know what I mean
Hit it
Now you know what to say
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
All around the world
Wherever you are
Dance in the street
Anything you like
Do it in your car
In the middle of the night
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Dance in the super mart
Dig it in the fast lane
Listen to the countdown
They’re playin’ our song again
I can’t get jumping jack
I wanna hold, get back
Moonlight muzak
Knick knack patty whack
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around you
Pop pop shoo wop
Gonna surround you
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around
Pop pop shoo wop
Hit it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Now listen, talk about
Pop pop pop pop musik
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Amine – Spice Girl
Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah
I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a
Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever
I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like
I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a
British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice
I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like
I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a
My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl
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Mishlawi – Ignore lyrics
[Chorus]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
[Verse 1]
My circle full
They thought that I need them but I’m cool
Taking my space up they better move
‘Cause if it ain’t this shit what would I do
Probably give it to her like she wanna
Hands up on her make her jaw drop
And the only time she running to me now
When she run and come and give me nana
I’m into getting my funds up
I got a bitch out in London
They don’t know just how much shit be ringing on me
[Chorus 2x]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
[Verse 2]
My circle full
Thought that they was special they confused
The truth is I don’t think I’m much like you yeah yeah
I ain’t no fool yeah yeah
I paid my dues on dues now they can kiss my ass
Remember when they would talk down its like now they be lucky if talking to me
Just came from Germany fresh off the flight after signing the deal of your dreams
I just don’t think you’d know
Quite how much they would call
[Chorus 2x]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
[Middle 8 2x]
Change, how could I change I’m used to me
Way, there is no way to cut these strings
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Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)
[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)
[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy
[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?
[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!
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AJ Tracey – Quarterback
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
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Halsey – Bad At Love (Angelus Cut)
[Verse 1]
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in the garden state
And he told me that we’d make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
[Chorus]
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
[Verse 2]
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one, but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
[Chorus]
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
[Bridge]
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
[Chorus]
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh
[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave, just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need, uh
Everyday Halloween (alright!)
But we don’t trick and treat (straight up!)
Count deads in my dreams (cash!)
Can’t even fall asleep
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazine
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya
Drop your top off with that bean
Mix it one handed, please (it’s lit!)
Mix it right, dutty T
It’s only gonna bring me peace
Don’t leave my cup, that’s for me
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me
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No flag – London on the Track lyrics
Lyrics London on the Track – No flag
Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woahhh
Uh, Young Money.(no flag)
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma b*tching, but she still be f*cking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna f*ck her, f*ck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ b*tch that pus*y so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another.
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all niggas hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag.
Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
Niggas’ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These niggas will run in your house
f*cking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ s**t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b*tch sucking d*ck for the fame, get the f*ck out
Got me a Perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the f*ck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad versuri-lyrics.info
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so b*tch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on Act’ so b*tch I can’t focus
I cut ’em off fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the b*tch, she wine and dine
I f*ck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas ’bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myers.
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags.
Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These b*tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence b*tch, you a on the bench b*tch
See me in the gym now these b*tches wanna go bench press
I ain’t f*cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b*tches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a d*ck, I would make all you b*tches deep throat.
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flagsss.
London on the Track lyrics
Video flag
That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square
I may be right, I may be wrong
But I’m perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square
The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square
[instrumental]
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square
I know ’cause I was there
That night in Berkley Square
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Halsey – Bad At Love
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh
[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna bounce so high
Hit the sky
Charli pon way pon
Pon way way
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna bounce so high
Hit the sky
Charli pon way pon
Pon way way
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Intro]
Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woah
Uh, young Money
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ bitch that pussy so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo’ like a cow
Niggas will shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a [?]
These niggas will run in your house
Fucking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ shit, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
Bitch sucking dick for the fame, get the fuck out
Got me a perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the fuck out
[?]
Senator [?] and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so bitch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on act so bitch I can’t focus
I cut em out fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the bitch, she wine and dine
I fuck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myres
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we [?]
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Lil’ bitch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These bitches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence bitch, you a on the bench bitch
See me in the gym now this bitches wanna go bench press
I ain’t fucking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
Bitches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a dick, I would make all you bitches deep throat
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we [?]
Y’all nigga [?]
Y’all nigga hang around feds
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
[Intro]
I’m in London, got my beat from London
[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them beans, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be pleased
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
[Verse 1]
Say I’m so selfish, all I think about is fetty
I can’t settle down, something just won’t let me
I want to settle down, well maybe I ain’t ready
Bae, I’m living reckless, and I’m thuggin’ heavy
In love with the skreets, and I’m in too deep
I be tryna leave, it keep control of me
It got my heart, got my mind, it got my physique
She wanna wake up with my wand and put that ass to sleep
I don’t bleed Kool-Aid baby, I bleed concrete
I ask God to give me wisdom, help me spot a leech
I be talking money, tell that hoe "kapeesh"
Tell that hoe to sheesh, love is for the weak
[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them Benz, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
[Verse 2]
I’m ziggied up, 26, 13, 6
I’m a seven figure nigga, remember when I had six
I’m a seven figure nigga, remember I ain’t have shit
Even though I’m rich, can’t forget that I was hitting licks
All I want is that, all she want is this
I just wanna hit, but I just wanna hit
What be on your mind when it come to this?
Why you close your eyes every time we kiss?
I’ma keep on pimpin’, I’ma keep on living, and keep on catching flights, and never catchin’ feelings
I’ma keep it simple, I’ma keep poppin’ [?]
I like when I’m with ya
But I love gettin’ scrilla
[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them beans, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
[Intro]
You see, it’s crazy, dog, ’cause
You give a nigga this emotion that
I thought ain’t even exist in a nigga no more
See, like, I don’t even wanna be, if I can’t be with you
[Hook]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you
[Verse 1]
You know you make me new
You motivate me too
I’m fucking with you, boo
Imma keep it funky with you, boo
When we make love, I ain’t got my glove on
When we make love, I ain’t got my thug on
Girl, you got me singing love songs
Where the fuck I get this love from?
I got London on the beat
She like fucking on the beach
Girl, you fucking with a G
How did you end up with me?
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you
[Verse 2]
Look what you did to a boss, babe
You got me nailed to the cross, babe
You got a young nigga open
You got my nose wide open
You got lil’ Kodak in a moment
I was locked up sending you roses
And, baby, when I ride, I wanna ride for you
And, baby, when I die, I wanna die with you
Girl, you know Imma keep it a stack, like a thousand dollars, boo
Girl, you know Imma keep all this stack, I’d never lie to you
Ain’t no point in living, If I can’t live my life with you
Girl, If you ain’t right by my side, I don’t know what Imma do
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you
[Chorus]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings
[Verse 1: Chip]
I got bad habits I ain’t stressing though
Sex and weed thats good for my depression though
So fuck your fella and let him go
Sometimes I want a wife, sometimes I’m pressing hoes
My Bruddas getting cash, yeah we collectin’
Cos hitting raves is dead thats not my Settings
We dishing back at bruddas disrespectin’
You pussys love to dish, Can you tek it?
Just tryna get this money with my bredrins
You switch up over p’s thats not my Settings no
Them man put the pre in pretending
A bag of man and no gyal thats not my Settings no
[Chorus]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings
[Verse 2: Chip]
London’s always cold, thats not my Settings
Trinidad lets go, lets switch the Settings
Niggas preein’ snaps, they preein’ settings
Girls don’t like your crew, you’re too depressing
Chippy’s back and flexing, they did not expect this
I’ve been doing settings, you look so upsetting
Searching for new melodies, cut off all my frenemies
Found out half these niggas weren’t as real as they pretend to be
Just tryna get this money with my bredrins
You switch up over p’s thats not my settings no
Them man put the pre in pretending
A bag of man and no gyal thats not my Settings no
[Chorus: Chip & Varren Wade]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings yeah)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room that’s my Settings
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings yeah)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings (Oh yeah)
[Outro: Chip & Varren Wade]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
We rolling (That’s my settings)
We rolling, oh yeah (That’s my settings)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Categories
Knuckles – Berner feat. Young Dolph lyrics
Lyrics Berner – Knuckles
I’m dumb rich, these suckers can’t touch me
The Bern means power with the chopper, so lovely
No hand outs, I got here with nothing
The bezel and the band on my wrist straight bustin’
I got perks from the Asians, guns from the Russians
The VVS’s on my chain dancing all custom
I got cookie out in London, bags of blue hundreds
Packs in the trunk, dude want ’em fronted
Stripper b*tches catch cash in the AM
And catcher catchin’ feelings, well, I can’t blame ’em
f*ck the club dog, I’d rather stay in
I got stacks to count, plug these bags just came in
Underground and I like that
Flip a hundred fast, yeah I’m right back
Where the light dips
We squeeze outdoor P’s and count a nice check
The sharks in the water and I ain’t tryna die yet.(knuckles)
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.
I’m smoking weed while I’m getting dressed
Talking on the phone while I’m getting neck
I got now and I got next
I take how it come, cash or the check
You ask me what we smokin’ and I say the best
Got bad b*tches getting active and I say les
f*ck niggas, I just don’t f*ck with ’em
Call that safe s*x, I’m ’bout my paycheck, yeah
I like pretty b*tches that can roll weed up
I can show you niggas how to run them G’s up
I been broke before so I don’t want no dealings
Told the car salesman I don’t want no ceilings
Pop another bottle, pocket full of dollars
All that a*s, she remind me of Ms. Parker
Yeah I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back
Boy I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back.
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle versuri-lyrics.info
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.
Zone 6 flow, the bay to the 6 ho
Fresh as a fashion show, we gon’ go pistachio (loco)
This what you asked for so broomstick up your asshole
I take your future from you, what I need a mask for?
I dropped that bag bro, they might snatch up your dad so
You went out sad bro, I guess that’s what you’re mad for
I pull in a f*ckin’ all red drop Rolls
Scorin’ like a red nose pit on the Forgio’s
What about the bad times, ain’t forgot those
I was the snotty nose youngin with the old clothes
Young Dolph, I love that nigga like my brother yo
I f*ck with Berner ’cause he represent the struggle yo
Fresh out the pen and I got marks all on my knuckles so
Ask around, I’m the money and the muscle ho
You just a poodle, I’m a wolf without the mussle ho
And y’all niggas is cameltoe, don’t make me bust your canteloupe.
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggleee.
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Kodak Black – Don’t Wanna Breathe Lyrics
[Hook]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty I ain’t seeing you
[Verse 1]
You know you make me new
You motivate me too
I fucking with you boo
Imma keep it funky with you boo
When we make love I ain’t got my glove on
When we make love I ain’t got my thug on
Girl, you got me singing love songs
Where the fuck I get this love from?
I got London on them beat
She like fucking on the beach
Girl you fucking with a G
How did you end up with me
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shwarty I ain’t seeing you
[Verse 2]
Look whatchu did to a boss babe
You got me nailed to the cross babe
You got a young nigga open
You got my notes wide open
You got Lil Kodak in the moment
I was locked up sending you Roses
And Baby when I ride, I wanna ride for you
And Baby when I die, I wanna die with you
Girl you know Imma keep all this stack
Its like a thousand dollars boo
Girl you know Imma keep all this stack
I’d never lie to you
Ain’t no point in living If I can’t live my life with you
Girl If you ain’t right by my side I don’t know what I’ll do
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shwarty I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shwarty I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shwarty I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shwarty I ain’t seeing you
[Hook]
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Never change, never change, never
[Verse 1]
Nigga never change
That’s what I tell myself every fucking day
Y’all niggas in danger, in danger
Young guys, niggas running round with anger, with anger
I just flew to London town
Hol’ up your bitch too layed down
Then I fuck her in your town
I might cop a pound
Nigga I might shoot your round
Shawty came through with the wine and that good good
[?] see young E I’m in the hood hood
I’m in her head like cocaine
I might flip a range
Juggin the the paint
She say that we stank
I was [?] tryna jugg off that propane
Heard me on the radio, now her mind don’ changed
Damn E switched it up
They say E blew up
Pink bullet-proof truck
We seen you threw up
Feel like Big Guwop
Put my niggas in, now we all getting mulah
Big house, big rims
[Hook]
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Never change, never change, never
[Verse 2]
Nigga never change
Spit that shit again, mean that shit in every way
Even in the ends, they like Easy can you stay
Even in the end, damn I always get my way
Make sure you stay true,stay true
Niggas still gon’ hate you, hate you
That boy spent a 100k, a 100k
He fucked up a hunnid ways, a hunnid ways
I done ran a hunnid plays, I could count a 100k’s
Just give me sixty seconds yeah [?] Nick Cage
Easy roll up and get high as a hunnid J’s
She said boy stop I been high for a hunnid days
My bitch looks like charms
Cuppa on her arms
She don’t eat no meat, that pussy the bomb
Out here in my cleats, Easy kicking bombs
I might buy a farm
Look what’s on my arm
[Hook]
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big chain, big chain, big chain
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big rings, big rings, big rings
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Big thangs, big thangs, big thangs
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Switch lanes, switch lanes
Never change, never change, never
[Hook]
Everythin’ must go
Everythin’ must go
Everythin’ must go
No squares in the circle
Everything must roll
What’s the plan when the smoke clears
An’ it all takes its toll?
I don’t know
[Verse 1]
Uh
Futurist
Ludicrous
Like the news except my views are true and I cut through the mist
Scrupulous
I’ll dismiss if you persist
Deep down I’m a youthanist
Still ruthless
Bitter sweet
Neutralist
Not new to this
I can see the world dwindlin’
Got my spider sense tinglin’
I’m just out here minglin’
All I see is politicians runnin’ round tryna keep their pockets jinglin’
Sounds like I’m singlin’
Can’t forget about the back scamps and the swindlin’
No point in lingerin’
Everybody’s gotta eat
Somebody’s gonna cheat
Out here on a tightrope tryna stand on their two feet
Kids are tryna be street
It’s peak
Get swept off of their feet before them condos are complete
Yeah it’s deep
[Refrain]
Everythin’ must go
No squares in the circle
Everything must roll
Rollin’ up that crow
It’s gettin’ out of control
What’s the plan when the smoke clears
An’ it all takes its toll?
I don’t know
[Hook]
Everythin’ must go
Everythin’ must go
Everythin’ must go
No squares in the circle
Everything must roll
What’s the plan when the smoke clears
An’ it all takes its toll?
I don’t know
[Verse 2]
Uh
Bottle poppers and socialites
Gassed up and over-hyped
No oversight
Really puttin’ on a show tonight
Not me
I’m overtight
Girl told me I’m miserable
She said why you gotta over analyse
Why can’t you just let lose and have fun like them other guys?
Jumpin’ round like orangutans on the table
With their sparklers
And their champagne all publicised
Why you always gotta sumarise
Why can’t you just live life in the moment?
And act like this glamour life ain’t just a bunch o lies?
But I’m wide awake I can’t fake no more
Wide awake I can’t take no more
It was fun while it lasted
But it’s the kind of shit I can’t rate no more
Kind of shit you get carried away and start movin’ lose
And get posted up on your Instagram and fans hate you for
Cos the excess just vexes
The world’s more complex than being first name on the guest list
Or sexist, being reckless with a dancer in Texas
Named Lexus I’m restless
Textin’ all my exes like
[Hook]
Everythin’ must go
Everythin’ must go
Everythin’ must go
No squares in the circle
Everything must roll
What’s the plan when the smoke clears
An’ it all takes its toll?
I don’t know
[Outro: Boris Johnson]
The last thing we want to have in our city is a situation like a-such as Paris where erm the less well off are pushed to the suburb, that is not going to happen in London
I will emphatically resist any attempt er to-to-to recreate a London in which the rich and poor can’t live together
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Kap G – CEO (feat. Kapfe)
[Intro: Kap G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’
[Verse 1: Kap G]
I’m a CEO in the makin’
They don’t really want me to make it
Fuck that shit, I’ma take it
In high school, I wore Asics
Then I brought back new New Balance
I wear them in 2010
Make a nigga crank that pool pass
Know my niggas come out with that FFN
Kick the door down ’cause they gon’ let me in
Treat my partners like brothers, I don’t got no friends
I been swimmin’ with sharks and I don’t got no fins
If you knew where I came from, I’m not with the game
You gotta watch out for your enemies
Even your friends be your frenemies
Fuck all that cappin’, you ‘posed to be kin to me
Fuck all that sad shit, I don’t show no sympathy
Fuck a color, I just wanna get green
Get the profits, split it up with the team
Swear that’s why I had to roll up my jeans
I’m a rapper slash actor, might be on your screen
They must not know where I came from
Sacrifices, had to make some
Only eat with the ones who were with me before I had shit
Dare you to say somethin’, these be my day ones
[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’
[Verse 2: Kap G & Kapfe]
Swear they only see the shine
But they don’t never see the grind
Before these Louis V designs
I was slangin’ rhymes like they lions
Pull up on that bitch and hit from behind
Told my partners, we gon’ see better times
How the hell we gon’ get left behind?
We upper echelon, we gon’ get rich or die tryin’
Change up my line
Naw fool
Hol’ up, I’m tryna wet her food
Daddy got locked by them cops
Man, he stood on that block, he was sellin’ that dog food
Fuck what them niggas gon’ call you
Broke is what they never call you
Once car for one of my niggas
Man, best believe all of them bitches gon’ fall through
N-n-n-n-n-n-naw fool, these niggas sound like some house shoes
I just be drippin’ that Ragu, you cannot cuff me like the cops do
And I’ma reply like a boss too
And I answer all like a boss too
I just wanna buy my own house, fool
And I’ma just trap out the house, fool, you dig?
Fuck, gon’ drink it away
Y’all call them cops, they pigs
Put this shit all in a blunt
Y’all smokin’ cigs, that ain’t it
Dreams on big, blunt on big
Bad bitch with me but she ain’t shit
[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’
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FRENCH MONTANA – Migo Montana lyrics
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
[Intro: Quavo & French Montana]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone