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Turkey fires: Blazes threaten Marmaris and other coastal resorts

Villages and hotels are evacuated as firefighters attempt to put out dozens of blazes.

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The EU countries ‘pushing back’ asylum seekers at sea

Human rights groups allege that thousands of people seeking asylum in Europe have been pushed back from Greece to Turkey before being given a chance to apply for asylum.

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Turkey president Erdogan vows to solve ‘sea snot’ outbreak

A thick, slimy layer of mucus-like matter is spreading along Turkey’s coast near Istanbul.

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‘Sea snot’ spreads across Turkish sea

A thick layer of sea snot is spreading in Turkey’s Sea of Marmara to the south of Istanbul.

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Nephew of Fetullah Gulen seized and brought back to Turkey

Selahaddin Gulen reappears in custody in Turkey weeks after he goes missing in Kenya.

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May Day protests: Turkey arrests hundreds as rallies sweep globe

Violence flares in some countries where rallies to mark Labour Day are held despite Covid-19 rules.

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Turkey blames EU in ‘sofagate’ diplomatic spat

European Commission President Ursula von der Leyen was left standing when meeting Turkey’s leader.

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Ursula von der Leyen left without a seat during EU visit to Turkey

The European Commission president had to sit on a nearby sofa as the EU visited Turkey.

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Turkey coup: Top officers given life terms in mass trial

Almost 500 people were on trial accused of involvement in the failed 2016 coup.

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Turkey detains admirals who criticised giant Istanbul canal

The 10 retired admirals had questioned a costly canal project backed by President Erdogan.

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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.

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Muse – Sober Lyrics

Royal Canadian blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
Matured for years and imported
Into my glass you poured it

And you’re the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You’re so solid
You’re so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you’re so solid
It burns inside of me

The wild turkey’s been chosen
Its caramel nose could smell me
Arbourler/Jameson I love you
The single malts came burning

And you’re the only reason

That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You’re so solid
You’re so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you’re so solid
It burns inside of me

Royal Canadian Blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
And you’re the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me

You’re so solid
You’re so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you’re so solid
It burns inside of me

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Kelly Clarkson – Underneath The Tree Lyrics

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Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide 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!

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Armani Caesar – THE LIZ Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yo (AC, the motherf*ckin' diva)
Yo

[Verse]
New gun come with a drum, but no beam (Brra)
I get in the booth, no turkey, I go ham (Come on)
Shoutout to the bitches who hate me but still dance (Ha)
Get it how you live, keep f*ckin' that old man (Ah-hahaha)
Frontin' ass niggas, showin' they whole hand (Hand)
Hatin' on the low but really a whole fan (Tuh, facts)
You scared to get it poppin', I'm really a ho's aunt (Aunt)
Call my new Glock jelly, I promise it won't jam (Brra)
Bon appétit, the plan was to eat (To eat)
Like some new orthopedics, bitch, I'm back on my feet (Bitch, I'm back on my feet, uh-huh)
I'm tryna make a million a week (Uh-huh)
And I ain't gon' stop 'til the mission complete (Nah)
Niggas floodin' my DMs, they be tryna meet (Huh)
Elastigirl, I'm so out of they reach, shit (So out of they reach)

In this game, shit, Armani major league (League)
I turn dudes into fiends who wake up like Charlie Sheen (Woo)
Hot boss from a pretty team (Ooh)
I'm the first bitch of the winnin' team (Griselda, bitch)
Pull up on you, let thirty fly (Brra)
'Bout that action, Jackson, call me Dirty Di' (Woo, who)
Humble beast, I hate to boast (Damn)
Bruce Leeroy with the flow, bitch, I really got the glow (Uh huh)
Bitch, lady, ho, call me anything but broke (Keep goin')
Gettin' green by a goblin while I'm ridin' in the Ghost (Ooh)
Why the bitches with the least do the most? (Do the most)
Huffin' and puffin', but don't really want the smoke (Tuh, want the smoke)
Rollie or AP, f*ck it, cop 'em both (Cop 'em both)
Doin' donuts in the Demon, but I'm leavin' holy smoke (Skrrt)
Griselda

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Paul & Storm – Nugget Man Lyrics

Robert C. Baker died on a Monday
We all know his work, although few knew his name
A Cornell professor who taught poultry science
Forever enshrined in the poultry Hall of Fame
84 years worth of food innovations:
Chicken dogs, turkey dogs and turkey ham
Beyond them all stands Baker’s greatest creation
For Baker begat chicken nuggets for man

O, Nugget Man
O, Nugget Man
Headin’ on down to that old Promised Land
Happy the meals all have been since the day
That the Nugget Man came our way

Robert C. Baker, way back in the ‘50s
Changed the way children and college kids eat
When he invented a way to get breading
To adhere much better to raw chicken meat
His new method led fast food chains in the ‘80s
To develop and market a new bite-sized snack food
Made from mechanically recovered meat and anti-foaming products

Reconstituted meat slurry and extra chicken skin for its binding properties

O, Nugget Man
O, Nugget Man
Headin’ on down to that old Promised Land
Guts, feet and beaks now don’t get thrown away
Since the Nugget Man came our way
The King of the Burgers is mourning with Popeye
The Colonel arranged a 21-gun salute
The Church’s are silent, but for Wendy’s weeping
And Ronald has hung up his big yellow clown shoes

Robert C. Baker’s last will was specific
That his bones be removed, and he be ground up real fine
And to place his remains into small cardboard coffins
And bury the pieces six at a time

O, Nugget Man
O, Nugget Man
Headin’ on down to that old Promised Land
Dipped into his honey-mustard filled grave
We’re glad the Nugget Man came our way
We’re glad the Nugget Man came our way
Nugget Man

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Turkey and Greece set up military hotline amid energy tensions

The two countries are locked in a row over energy resources and borders in the Mediterranean.

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Armenia says its fighter jet ‘shot down by Turkey’

Armenia says its SU-25 fighter jet was shot down in Armenian air space, a claim Turkey denies.

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Turkey’s hidden domestic abuse: A survivor’s story

Last year, more than 470 women in Turkey were killed by men they knew, according to campaigners.

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Hagia Sophia: World Council of Churches appeals to Turkey on mosque decision

The World Association of Churches says returning the Turkish landmark to a mosque is mistaken.

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Turkey fireworks: Army removal hit by second deadly blast

Three soldiers die removing explosives from a fireworks factory that blew up last week, killing seven people.

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Kondor – Four Corners Lyrics (feat. The 49ers)

Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
From east to west we stay searching
In a horizontal motion coasting over oceans
From north to south we stay traveling
Foreigners exploring the four corners
From left to right we rule the night
Moving through ya city only guided by the streetlights
Up or down we’re all around
Foreigners exploring the four corners

Verse 1: Marchitect
I always feel like an emcee is watching me
Because I come truer than a prophecy
I’m still around like Sophocles
I slam it down like Barkley so get lost like a car key
Never been a turnkey, hope to keep the pockets
Stuffed like a turkey puff a little broccoli
Hurry man you got to see the living rap oddity
Useful like a ganja leave, mess you up like ganja tea
Turntables never falling even though they’re wobbly
I’m probably on the list of real anomalies
I see them angles like trigonometry
So come to my show girl and dream you got it on with me
Hi quality, high obviously
Y’all sit around like unbought property
Poppin’ thee top of the bottle like Whitney and Bobby be
Yeah, my philosophy

Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
From east to west we stay searching
In a horizontal motion coasting over oceans
From north to south we stay traveling
Foreigners exploring the four corners
From left to right we rule the night

Moving through ya city only guided by the streetlights
Up or down we’re all around
Foreigners exploring the four corners

Verse 2: Jas Mace
I put my pen to the paper don’t stop until it ends
Express my mind’s thoughts and watch these words transcend
I know I’m great check the size of my mane
One step from being insane I’ve mastered the game
Like Jason Taylor’s engineer, emcees stand clear
I even dynamite a mic check soundman be aware
Scary emcees don’t forget the message
My text will cause the same fate as Steve McNair’s
I’m a Titian when I’m writing and like professional fighting
Ain’t no biting allowed, 49ers turn it out
Like dirty laundry we ain’t scared to get a little messy
Especially when a sucka want to test me
But I studies your style and analyzed you whole gimmick
And realized you don’t really live it
If I bought your CD I’d be livid
But nowadays they dub it, man how you love that

Hook: Jas Mace & Marchitect
From east to west we stay searching
In a horizontal motion coasting over oceans
From north to south we stay traveling
Foreigners exploring the four corners
From left to right we rule the night
Moving through ya city only guided by the streetlights
Up or down we’re all around
Foreigners exploring the four corners

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smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott)

[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

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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’?)

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Big Mac – Empire lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been living on the lowest rung
I take my chances ‘cuz nobody would give me one
Daddy told me that he really didn’t want a son
So I traded my name and I got a gun

[Verse 2]
Now I’m living Bull City lake life
Where the girls look good but they ain’t nice
Where yo head get smashed if you look twice
Where dem killers play the dice with yo own life

[Verse 3]
I’ve been thinking bout the future for my whole life
And I’ve been watching yo girl for the whole night
She can’t see me cuz she can’t see through the flashing lights
Take her to the lake, get her high, first in flight
Yeah

[Verse 4]
My swag nerdy but my flow dirty
Gettin under your skin that some hoe jerky
Shoot you till you gobblin that’s a dumb turkey
SnakePit crew aint ever had mercy

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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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

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Drake – Untitled Lyrics

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

[Verse 1: 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 yacht
I’m doing ten in a week
Hollow, I been in the streets
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to TEDE-3
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothing ’bout me
Love for my bruddas is deep
Long as they out on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet
Yosalinda with the pen is so sweet
Taller in person, you see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissing my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah, ahhh
Bringing that dirty, dirty
Bringing that certi
Mix it with the quick extension
Ringing off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky
Swerving, looking all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts
Looking all perky
Looking all Christmas gift-wrapped
Looking all turkey
Spin jumped out the Ghost in a suit
Looking all churchy
Fingers all itching, twitching
Looking all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl
Cooking that Cersei
I’m just pushing that dark shit
Pushing that charcoal
Now this is that big bag
This is Gustavo
Look at them jokers
Look at that arsehole
Man are getting 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
Da-da-da-da-na