Blac Chyna – Seen Her Lyrics

[Verse: 1]
Fine China, Chyna doll
I’m just tryna ball, ’till my money gets tall like the china walls
Sorry, if you ain’t getting no views there’s no time to talk
Look, back when I was getting down I ain’t seein no sign of y’all

[Pre-Chorus:]
See money talk bullshit, walk on a toilet roll
Trill bitch, I’m the type you wait your whole life for
See I’m the type of bitch your wifey might just turn dyke for
I’m the type to make your hubby leave you just for one night (oh!)

[Chorus:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Verse: 2]
Grab that new thing and pull up the dice
I’m swerving round lights in Miami vibes killer way
And f*ck with a broke hoe a sucker say
I’m a star bitch when I’m gon see her it ain’t no cut her wave
Every move I ever make hit the front page
If you ain’t in your bag in the safe you just in the way
I just might roll me up a check and f*ck me up the day
Rich bitch, gotta get it quick, quick on the lay

[Pre-Chorus:]
See money talk bullshit, walk on a toilet roll
Trill bitch, I’m the type you wait your whole life for
See I’m the type of bitch your wifey might just turn dyke for

I’m the type to make your hubby leave you just for one night (oh!)

[Chorus:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Verse: 3]
Shawty bad hot girls p*ssy smell like dirt
Throewing green money black louie, white fur
Gotta sign on my back that say put the money right here
Gotta sign outside my bruch save y’all fella right here
Shawty bad hot girls p*ssy smell like dirt
Throwing green money black louie, white fur
Gotta sign on my back that say put the money right here
Gotta sign outside my bruch save y’all fella right here

[Chorus:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Refrain:]
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine
p*ssy tight
p*ssy cleaner
p*ssy wet
So I call him mine

[Outro:]
(ay)
There goes tha bitch I know you seen her

Justin Quiles – Si Ella Quisiera Lyrics

Letra de “Si Ella Quisiera”

[Intro]
(Conmigo bebió)
(Al otro día amaneció, woh-uoh-oh)
(Al otro día amaneció)

[Puente]
Sola se levanta y el sol en la ventana
Después de haberlo hecho toda la madrugada
Todavía la andan buscando (buscando)
Bebiendo se fue y no ha vuelto

[Coro]
Si-Si-Si ella quisiera
Le doy otra noche bella, otra noche bella
Si ella quisiera
Le compro otra botella, otra botella

Si ella pidiera
La toco a mi manera o como ella quiera
Si ella se entrega
Le doy todo lo que quiera

[Verso 1]
Yo la conocí en un lugar especial
Una noche pa’ recordar
Detrás de ella me fui como un loco con su’ locura’
Quería una nueva aventura
Nos pasamos de copa
Y les cuento que ella es una dulzura (una dulzura)
La lleve pa’ mi casa
Nos besamos, hicimos travesuras (-cimos travesuras)

[Puente]
Y ahora la tengo en mi habitación
Su cuerpo me quema, es la tentación
Ahora le puse una condición
Que se mueva y que no pare, sin ropa y sin modales

[Coro]
Si-Si-Si-Si Si ella quisiera
Le doy otra noche bella, otra noche bella
Si ella quisiera
Le compro otra botella, otra botella

Si ella pidiera

La toco a mi manera o como ella quiera
Si ella se entrega
Le doy todo lo que quiera

[Verso 2]
Le doy lo que quiera la nena, se agarra a mi cadena
Cuando está solita soy el que el vacío le llena
El que empieza y nunca frena, sacúdelo morena
Lo eres tú el plato favorito de mi cena
Bajo la Luna llena, coge bomba y plena
Si no llego a tiempo se mata sola la nena
Ninguno la encadena, más suelta que la arena
Se me pone loca cada vez que escucha el tema

[Pre-Coro]
Sola-Sola-Sola se levanta y el sol en la ventana
Después de haberlo hecho toda la madrugada
Todavía la andan buscando (buscando)
Bebiendo se fue y no ha vuelto

[Coro]
Si ella quisiera (quisiera)
Le doy otra noche bella, otra noche bella
Si ella quisiera (quisiera)
Le compro otra botella, otra botella

Si ella pidiera
La toco a mi manera o como ella quiera
Si ella se entrega
Le doy todo lo que quiera

[Outro]
Ajá
Justin Quiles
J Quiles
The Promise
Dímelo DJ Chino
Nenus el ingeniero
Control de calidad
Rich Music
¿What up Miami?
Ajá
The Promise
Yo la voy a complacer en todos los sentidos

Emilio Rojas – Da Kid Lyrics

[Hook]
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip

[Verse 1]
I just spent a stack on some ripped jeans
If your bitch is bad, then she with me
I roll on your city like Blitzkrieg in a A7, that six speed
The coppers, they pat and they frisk me
They look at the tats so I’m risky
I’m dressed in all black that’s a mystique
Ain’t no turnin’ back till I hit peak, I ain’t turnin’, nah
‘Cause I done been around a lot of motherf*ckas that ain’t wanna see me thrive
Everybody got they hands out, beggin’ like Emili, can you keep me live?
No favors, I don’t do favors, I don’t owe favors
‘Cause I roll around with the rule breakers
We want new paper with the old faces
I got everything in my momma name ’cause my credit sucks
But I’m makin’ cash so my women bad and they wet as f*ck
They drown for me, they down for me but I lift ’em up
So if you think that you didn’t win enough, you didn’t risk enough

[Hook]
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid

They all on the dick, dick, dick
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip

[Verse 2]
The homies, they light and they twist haze
Livin’ my life like an escape
I get on a flight and I switch planes
Miami at night, then it’s Biscayne
Yeah they mad thick and they ratchet
And that’s how I know I’m hood
But I don’t get tested, my women get tested
That’s how I know I’m good
Beat it up on the balcony like I’m Suge
I get her skirt up with her top down
She get so loud that the pigs knock
But we don’t let the cops in, that’s a cop out
‘Cause they watchin’ when my watch out
I’m livin’ my life on edge
Go out and get it and then I jet
I’m gettin’ this money to deal with stress, yeah
I got everything in my momma name ’cause my credit sucks
But I’m makin’ cash so my women bad and they wet as f*ck
They drown for me, they down for me but I lift ’em up
So if you think that you didn’t win enough, you didn’t risk enough

[Hook]
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the dick, dick, dick
They f*ck wit the kid, kid, kid
They all on the tip, tip, tip

Bad Bunny – Bendiciones Lyrics

[Letra de “BENDICIONES”]

[Intro]
Estoy aquí porque Dios tuvo planes conmigo
Gracia’ a ustede’ y a lo’ mío’ soy agradecido
¿Tumbarme a mí? Mis enemigo’ no han podido
Yo estoy bendecío’

[Coro]
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Chavo’ pa’ to’ el mundo
En el club botella’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Salud y vida pa’ to’ el mundo
En el club botella’ pa’ to’ el mundo, eh
Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron

[Verso]
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ los que me maldicen
Y que me perdonen si yo algo le’ hice
No hables de hipocresía, no, que se contradicen
Yo combino las Yeezy, ey, con los día’ grise’
So, no hables de eso, háblame de progreso
Ello’ me sacan el de’o mientra’ yo le’ tiro beso’, ey (Muah)
Mi vida e’ un V.I.P y tu mala vibra no entra aquí
Me estoy cuidando del viru’ y de lo’ envidioso’

Yo sigo siendo el mismo, no me llevo con famoso’, no
Arrebata’o, viendo todo borroso
Gracia’ al sol por otro día hermoso
Que Dios proteja a los niño’ y a lo’ mayore’
A la’ enfermera’ y los doctore’
A Puerto Rico de huracane’ y temblore’
Yo tengo fe de que vendrán día’ mejore’, ey
Y que saldrán nuevo’ colore’
La vida es corta y yo quiero más amores
Por ahora sigo hablando con las flores
Un phillie pa’l estrés y alcohol pa’ los dolores

[Puente]
Y hoy me levanté con gana’ de abrazar a mami
De janguear bien loco por Miami
La felicidad me canceló una cita
Pero siempre doy buena’ vibra’ por si alguien la’ necesita

[Coro]
Bendicione’ pa’ to’ el mundo, ey
Salud y vida pa’ to’ el mundo
Desde acá un abrazo pa’ to’ el mundo, eh
Hasta pa’ los que se viraron y me tiraron, yeh (Yeh, yeh)

Codigo Fn – El Mago Lyrics

El que sale traicionero es parte honesta de testigo
Tengo veintitantos años para muchos estoy plebiyo
He disparado las armas y hasta ahorita sigo vivo
Mi mera pata de palo siempre han sido carros deportivos
Y al entrar en California Archibaldo está conmigo
Don Perignon y Buchanan’s plebitas música en vivo
Por el freeway 101 Hollywood nos divertimos
No tengo paciencia no tolero los que se andan enredando
Puercos en mano derecha y el Gris siempre arremangando
Con esos sus jamaiquinos sigo y seguiré chambeando
Nunca olvido mis raíces esas tierras de Durango
(Quien le va compa al mago, ahí andamos en
Hollywood desde los Ángeles California pariente)
En el este de los Ángeles donde yo jugaba de niño
He venido desde abajo, la humildad nunca la olvido
Por mi familia querida doy la vida por instinto
Por un verdadero amigo, sin pensarlo nomás brinco
El Bellagio de las Vegas es de mis lugares preferidos
Limusinas y casinos, siempre los mejores vinos
Y por miami florida tengo algunos condominios
Y un celado Lamborghini de mis gustos preferidos
Si una plebita me gusta la conquisto cueste lo que cueste
Descubrí que soy el Levy de los Ángeles del Este
A mi súper hago magia pa’que la piensen dos veces me conocen como el mago, desaparezco en caliente.8

Rare Earth – Every Now And Then We Get To Go On Down To Miami Lyrics

I ain’t got no money
And neither has my honey
But happiness is just around the corner
Here we stay, every day
Saving up for money just to get away
And every now and then we get to go on down to Miami
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down to Miami

Well life won’t last forever
It’s either now or never
We get some cash and leave our troubles behind us
And we’ll be free, naturally
And that’s the only way it was meant to be
And every now and then we’ll get to go on down to Miami
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down to Miami

Mmmhmm gonna go on down to Miami
Goin to the sunshine
Save my money just to make it to the sunshine in Miami
Sunshine

I ain’t got no money, and neither has my honey
But happiness is just around the corner
Here we stay, every day
Saving up for money just to get away
And every now and then we get to go on down to Miami
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down to Miami

H16 – Ju Lyrics

Okej, yeah, ej, yeah, yeah…
Vidím ju kráčať, a hádaj o čom snívam
Že začína sa leto nám
Ona tým riflám dáva nový význam
Na to ja rád sa namotám
Aj keď musím odložiť svoje krídla
Keď sa v jej labyrinte zamotám
Energia, keď ju cítim
Eufória, keď ma chytí
Moje ruky na jej riti
Mám ju

A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju, ju
Mám ju, mám ju…

A vraj každý si má niekoho vziať
Všetci pýtajú sa, či už mám ju
Neviem, prečo by som mal niekoho mať
Nechystám šach mat, oni riešia moju dámu
Ale kto nájde silu, už nikdy nebude slabý
Kto hľadá princeznú, nebozkáva tie žaby
Útek na Miami ako slovenské baby
To zlato je zabité, ale diamant navždy
Mám ju

A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, yeah
Mám ju, mám ju…

Mám ju, ona má ma, tá sila požehnaná
Jak tá voda, čo sa o to moje telo stará
Jak moja milá mama, jak moja malá Zara
Jak moja H16-ka crew legendárna
Moja H16-ka crew legendárna
Jak tá voda, čo sa o to tvoje telo stará
Jak moja milá mama, jak moja malá Zara
Mám ju, ona má ma, sila požehnaná
Mám ju

Nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Mám ju, mám ju…

Ďakujem jej každú minútu
Zachránila ma a dala zmysel môjmu životu
Ona ukázala mi tú slobodu
Vzala ma na miesta, o ktorých som predtým nepočul
Áno, stále mám tú hudbu, mám ju
Tak isto jak vieru a motiváciu
Ísť dopredu a zdolať každú komplikáciu
Jeden z tých, o vychováva novú generáciu, éj
Stále mám tu moju rodinu
Áno, tú moju famíliu, brata, otca, maminu, éj
A doma, tam mám druhú maminu
Ju nevymením za inú, ona mi dala Zarinu, jé
A všade, kam sa pozrem samá žena
Ešte aj jeden z mojich psov musí byť fena
Rodina, tá pre mňa znamená tak veľa
Cítim sa jak na vrchole sveta
Ďakujem, že mám ju

A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Nechýba mi nič, mám ju, mám ju, yeah
A nechýba mi nič, stačí mi, že mám ju, ju
Mám ju

Leto 16, Leto 16, Leto 16 (mám ju, mám ju)
Leto 16, Leto 16 (16)
Mám ju, mám ju, mám ju, mám ju…

Go Yayo – No Fly Zone Lyrics

(Hood Fame – Gang)
(Yayo)
[Indiscernible speech]

[Chorus]
Fucc with the gang, we gon’ get it up
Pop up with 100 round drain
My youngin’ go dummy with [???]
Text the white girl to get rid o’ her
Serve dicc to that bitch, she can’t get enough
Call up my youngin’, he keep it dumb
Hood fame youngin’, way more Savage than 21 (Aye)
I got more Uzis than Uz’
Dump the pint in red, now I’m feeling woozy, (Lean, lean)
You will get wet like Jacuzzi, cuffin’ that bitch she a floozy, (Freak)
I get it straight off the [???]
Straight off the boat to a ‘rari, Choppa’ bigger than Lil Yachty
Lil Vegas, Texas we an island, I’m living life like I’m Gotti, (Bitch)

[Verse]
Pussy rappers got me started, I’m cruising the street with the [??]
Can’t fucc with you broke boys, I’m feeling like Harden
Walk inside the club and shoot up the party
I’m a real trapper, bitch, I’m not an artist
Pussy rappers they just talking retarded
Ran his mouth and now he on a target
Trap house goin’ up on a Monday
Then roll this bitch off till Sunday,Rain, snow, sleet or sunny
Hood Fame getting money, Tryna jacc, I ain’t running
Pop up on a store, jumping, All night store pumping
Yo bitch stay krumping, Let her eat me like some Munchies
She say I’m more saucy than Sanchie
Big ol’ thooka we ain’t punching
AR-15 and it came with a beam, Feeling like Maxo I’m all about Cream
Hood Fame youngin’, bitch, I’m down for the scheme
I’m the man in Texas like Kodak in Miami
A nigga like Shmurda now they tryna blam! me
Serve ’em a bricc it’s a whammy
Hit the H they say I’m trilla than Sammy
And please do not think that I’m dissing, (No I’m not dissing)
And please do not jump in my mentions
All that feeling shit, you bitches can miss me
Think I’m pussy, pussy nigga then diss me
Pop up on him at his show with extensions
Caught him laccin’, he was jumping them fences
Hit ’em at the door, he fell in the kitchen
Hol’ up I forgot to mention, you niggas still no competition
Sold him a pint, I remixed it, Came right bacc cuz the nigga a sissy
Plug throw that work like a Frisbee
Don’t fucc with the gang, bitch, it’s risky, (Gang, Gang)
The shit that they rapping I live it
Hood Fame youngin’, I’m the realest that’s living

[Chorus]
Fucc with the gang, we gon’ get it up
Pop up with 100 round drain
My youngin’ go dummy with [???]
Text the white girl to get rid o’ her
Serve dicc that bitch, she can’t get enough
Call up my youngin’, he keep it dumb
Hood fame youngin’, way more Savage than 21 (Aye)
I got more Uzis than Uz’
Dump the pint in red, now I’m feeling woozy, (Lean, lean)
You’ll get wet like Jacuzzi, cuffin’ that bitch she a floozy, (Freak)
I get it straight off the [???]
Straight off the boat to a ‘rari, Choppa’ bigger than Lil Yachty
Lil Vegas, Texas we an island, I’m living life like I’m Gotti, (Bitch)

[Talking]

Liza Monet – Yaourt Aux Fruits Lyrics

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Je n’comprends pas pourquoi je les traumatise
Boyfriend , Girlfriend à moi de choisir
J’arrive dans le bise , déjà petit tissage tu connais
C’est que des barbies qui kiffent la purple monnaie
Ok jolie tat’ fort Liza
Tu me vois yaourt de fruits Mmmmh Liza

Bon venons au fait j’suis toujours classe c’est la vie
Et j’aime plaire. Et bah non moi je suis pas refaite
Mais toi je t’aime si t’es métisse aux yeux clairs
Sauf si t’as une ptite bite tu m’fais de la peine
A cause de ça tu peux m’mettre en colère
Si tu me connais tu déclaches la trepère
Et que j’irai pas pleurer auprès de ma mère

Trop de mec pête un câble et se croient au sommet
Le terre terre voilà ton sommet
Ta gueule Liza t’as trop une grand gueule
Excusez moi si j’me ? c’est que je me sens seul

Si j’étais un mec j’aurais une bite dick
J’aurais baisé toutes les chiennes de Paris
Goûte mon yaourt aux fruits
Qu’est ce que tu en penses mon ami ?
Mes ex sont mélancoliques
Pas ma faute si j’aime la bite

J’me pavane à Miami
Pour mettre la douille tu seras mon ji
Pour te dire des truc vrai je serais ton guide
On ma trop souvent dit liza t’as pas la magie

Nique ton père j’aime trop la vie
Vas-y va gouter mon yaourt aux fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Je comprends pas pourquoi je les traumatisme
Boyfriend , Girlfriend à moi de choisir

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Yaourt aux fruits [x3] Yaourt aux fruits , fruits

Je comprend pas pourquoi je les traumatisme
Boyfriend , Girlfriend à moi de choisir [x2]

Vilaine laisse le moi
Ton mec kiffe me prendre en levrette
Son yaourt aux fruits a bien dépassé sa braguette
Hein , négresse G mal mais C bon
Putain j’chuis chaude j’ai trop la dalle, je suis un bonbon
Bon , venons au fait je suis arrogante c’est ma vie et j’aime plaire
Et bah non moi chuis pas refaite
Imagine moi à poil sur ta kékette
Sauf si t’as une petite bite le spectacle s’arrête
Me prendrai pas la tête pour un mec

Goûte mon ananas sur ta banquette
Grâce à moi ta meuf dira que tu progresses
Mec joue , le rôle , pi-lote , hôtesse de l’air
Ra-mène mes jambes en l’air
Regarde tu deviens raide

Prends mon yaourt , Prends mon yaourt dans ta face [x2]
J’reçois de l’amour quand je passe
J’te tape dans l’oeil
Tu veux me bouffer la chatte
Pas de problème tu peux te la sale

J’marche chez toi les gens m’éclairent
Bouge mes hanches de gauche à droite
Tu veux savoir quel goût j’ai ?
Yaourt au fruit ca-ra-mel

Con-Tracte , asiatique , black girl bad bitch
Bad bitch [x3]

Yaourt au fruit [x3] Yaourt au fruit , fruit

Yaourt au fruit [x3] Yaourt au fruit , fruit

Yaourt au fruit [x3] Yaourt au fruit , fruit

Je comprend pas pourquoi je les traumatisme
Boyfriend , Girlfriend à moi de choisir [x2]

Yaourt au fruit [x3] Yaourt au fruit , fruit

Yaourt au fruit [x3] Yaourt au fruit , fruit

Yaourt au fruit [x3] Yaourt au fruit , fruit

Je comprends pas pourquoi je les traumatisme
Girlfriend , Boyfriend à moi de choisir [x2]

Tyla Yaweh – Understand Me Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ramriddlz – Bodmon Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet 16
Sweet 16

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife
Cause I beat it out the park
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Verse 1]
She want pipe then cuddlin’
Girl, I got the piece for your puzzle in
Now these hoes buzzing in
Cause I’m buzzing like bumble bee
Say I need to humble me
Who b- who believed in me
Me, AJ and Jeffery
We really are soaring for my Akhis struggling
Ain’t nothing changed
Ain’t nothing changed but my chain and my change
Girl what you saying? I’m still the same, I’m just in the game

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Post-Chorus]
I’m no saqajaan, but this Henny that I’m on got me hella sakran
I’m no modmon, but these drugs that I’m on, so I keep my shades on
(I’m a bodmon)
Girl I’m only twenty-one, I’m just tryna have some fun
(I’m a bodmon)
I’m MIA out in LA nobody knows where I stay

[Verse 2]
Baby I see you, sweet and spicy too
Girl the way you move, got me feeling you
The way she twists and turns like hulahoop
Got some things I wanna do to you
Show me what that booty do, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Post-Chorus]
I’m no saqajaan, but this Henny that I’m on got me hella sakran
I’m no modmon, but these drugs that I’m on, so I keep my shades on
(I’m a bodmon)
Girl I’m only twenty-one, I’m just tryna have some fun
(I’m a bodmon)

[Outro]
I play like bossa nova
I need my baby, come over
Rich bitch in a cocaine Range Rover
Salty when a Sweeterman slide through
With my clan when we ride through
She like me, but she wife’d you
Pussy fat and its tight too
Mami call me papi in Miami
My baby call me daddy out in Cali
(Quiero que sepas que soy tuya
Que sepas que me interesa)

Meek Mill – Letter to Nipsey Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I just left your viewing at the Staples Center (I did)
Obama wrote you a letter, yeah, you made it, nigga (You made it)
I even heard you had some players to come to Vegas with us
And them suckers could never kill you, it only made you bigger (Yeah)
And every time I see some fire, I see blue
And every time I close my eyes, see Snupe and I see you
When I be on the Westside (Westside), you know how we do (How we do)
Hustle and motivate, turning one into a two (Two)
Two into four, hurt my heart, I seen you on the floor
Do it for the hood, man, I don’t even wanna do it no more
When these niggas you do it for, they’ll shoot you and all
Only thing I can say is you with Allah, blessings (Blessings)
And I ain’t finna sit here, act like I’m your main homie (I won’t)
But when we lost you, it really put some pain on me (It did)
Got me scared to go outside without that flame on me (Brrrt)
And when them niggas went against me, you ain’t change on me (You ain’t change on me)
Told me it was wrong or right, some of my longest nights (What you do?)
You made me cry, nigga (Cry, nigga), and I don’t cry, nigga (I don’t cry, nigga)
You the first one made me feel like I could die, nigga (Like I could die)
‘Cause real niggas never die, you know the vibes, nigga (You know the vibes, nigga), yeah
Couple days ago, was chilling with my youngins
Seen your kids on the ‘Gram, it made me sicker to my stomach (Made me sick)
And as the marathon continue, we keep running (We won’t stop)
But I’m like, damn, I wish you seen that pussy coming, for real

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I wish I knew when the storm came (Storm came)
How many tears did you cry when you lost someone?
We did this **** all for the gutter, woah, w-woah, woah
Did this **** for my lil’ brother, woah, w-woah, woah (Brother)
Had to stare through these tears, ’cause I see you every time my eyes close (Every time my eyes)
Asking myself why you had to go, but only God knows (Only God knows)

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
I was in Miami when I lost you, I ain’t talk about it (Yeah)
I remember I bawled out in tears when I saw your body (Mmh)
And the flight back home, had cold days in LA (Hmm)
Had to turn off my phone, throw on the shades, and meditate
What you know ’bout wishing goin’ blind to hide your tears?
Had a lot of murder on my mind, but in God, I fear
Took Yompton and Crenshaw around the globe in a year (Woah)
‘Member ridin’ solo, now it’s Escalades in my rear (Woah)
I just hustle, motivate, be prolific, hold down the state
My big brother Hussle the great, I know Cobby, Supreme relate
I know Jay Rock, Hoggy relate
Blacc Sam, Adam relate, Keeda, J Stone relate
Lauren, Pacman, it’s love, I wanna see you do great

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I wish I knew when the storm came (Storm came)
How many tears did you cry when you lost someone?
We did this **** all for the gutter, woah, w-woah, woah
Did this **** for my lil’ brother, woah, w-woah, woah (Brother)
Had to stare through these tears, ’cause I see you every time my eyes close (Every time my eyes)
Asking myself why you had to go, but only God knows (Only God knows)

Geeva – Ego In A Trunk Lyrics

My ego done crash, I put my ego in a trunk
My ego done crash, I put my ego in a trunk
Listen
See a dress on a mannequin I’ll buy it for you
Anything just say it, I will do it for you
I will deal for you, I will steal for you

Hey
PDA unataka kiiss hazarani
Nakutaka ila ego ile mbaya
On the low I wanna eat that box
And I goes hard, 8miles deep
I came back with the dust and a head torch
Dust and a head torch
Nothing pretty but I got that stone
And I know that you love that stone

Look
Reflection of your eyes baby
That beauty that will make a girl cry baby
That Tanzanite, Pretty like your eyes baby
That boom
That’s my ego done crash baby
My ego done crash baby
I put my ego in a trunk
And when times come I will kneel for you
That’s real coz my ego is in a trunk

Hey
My ego done crash, I put my ego in a trunk
My ego done crash, I put my ego in a trunk
See a dress on a mannequin I’ll buy it for you
Anything just say it, I will do it for you
I will deal for you, I will steal for you

Hey
I wanna give you that D not an A
I wanna stay on that thing until you tapout
I might sound like I only wanna play
This is me going loco on a track for you
Supersonic how I dropped that ego for you
I might hop on a cross and die for you
I’m not a savior, I’m just down for you
And I don’t care how long it’s gonna take

I will wait
Hey
So when I fly you can fly with me
Hey
When I ride you can ride with me
Listen, I came thru in some mean, that Miami vice
Me and you lets roll like two dice
You look good in them jeans even better naked
You can be my green drink and my Hennessy, and lord knows I drink that Hennessy

My ego done crash, I put my ego in a trunk
My ego done crash, I put my ego in a trunk
Listen
See a dress on a mannequin I’ll buy it for you
Anything just say it, I will do it for you
I will deal for you, I will steal for you

Jessica Dime – One Way Lyrics

[Intro]
(Evil G)
Gettin’ money more than one way (one way)
(Dime)
Gettin’ money more than one way (one way)

[Hook]
Wanna be ’round me, be one way
Gotta cut a few hoes that are two faced
Wanna come on a scene, little one way
Throw names, do a hunnid on a runway
On a one way [?], no shoe case
1-0-1, no shoe lace
PS1, my [?] play
Drink little less than rosé

[Post-Hook]
Pay my bills in these heels
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
Own keys to my crib
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
Bad bitch is how you live
(Gettin’ money more than one way)
Outta town, we take trips
(Gettin’ money more than one way)

[Verse 1]
I know bad bitches in heels
I know bad bitches pay bills
I know bad bitches do Beyoncé
Drop it down in a mirror
[?]
Memphis, Miami, Atlanta
Giuseppe [?]
[?]
Throw that ass, watch my hair flip

704chop – Global Lyrics

[Intro]
(Palaze, what you cookin’?) Girl, I’m tryna get over you
(José, you done flex) So I gotta let you go

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, you can f**k me in Atlanta
So all the neighbors know my name, baby, chill out
Or maybe we can f**k in Miami
Where all them fine ass bitches I don’t care ’bout
I see your heart cold like my AP
So you probably wanna f**k me out in New York
We goin’ global, girl, I gotta keep you close just for what it’s worth
The only thing about love, somebody gon’ end up hurt, ah

[Chorus]
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And she knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first

[Verse]
I f**ked up my dawgs [?]
So you always hear me, woah
As you see, drugs don’t heal the pain no more
Screamin’, “R.I.P. Juice WRLD,” oh no
I swear that I been through way more than usual
I feel like I just keep runnin’ from Lucifer
In love with her body, she tryna seduce me (Oh no)
Make it bounce, no hydraulic, she [?] too
Her friend right beside her, I like ’em in two
Here’s a Perc’ you can try, you got one life to lose, no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
So I told her, “Baby, you can f**k me in Atlanta”
So all the neighbors know my name, baby, chill out
Or maybe we can f**k in Miami
Where all the fine ass bitches I don’t care ’bout
I see your heart cold like my AP
So you probably wanna f**k me out in New York
We goin’ global, girl, I gotta keep you close just for what it’s worth
The only thing about love, somebody gon’ end up hurt, ah

[Chorus]
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And she knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And you knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first, oh no, nah

[Outro]
Ah
Oh no, ah, ah
Oh no, ah
Yeah, ah

704chop – Flawless Lyrics

[Intro]
Palaze, what you cookin’?

[Chorus]
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back

[Verse]
I’m paranoid now, the game came with all that
Twenty thousand on the chain, came from Johnny
They lookin’ at me like I made it out, finally
I’m at the top with the greatest, where I’m tryna be
At 3:05 with a vibe in Miami, lying blue eyes, acting like she understand me
Swear she gon’ ride with my pride in the backseat
I know she lying, but I’m blind to attachment
I wet your bro yesterday, I ain’t have shit
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas that been gone from they families
We came from nothing, probably why they don’t understand me
From kickin’ in the front door to countin’ up the backends
And we ain’t goin’ back to broke, ’cause that’s past tense
Came up on my own, on all ten how I’m standing
Even when they tried to do me wrong, I still dealt with it
(Even when they tried to do me wrong, I still dealt with it)

[Chorus]
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back

Seko – Money Lyrics

[Sample]

[Hook]
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money

[Part 1]
Sie verkaufen sich für paar Scheine
Hauptsache, eine Schlagzeile
Ihr seid durchschaubar wie ‘ne Glasscheibe
Ihr wollt ‘ne Roli, guck, ich hab’ eine
Fick die Welt, ich fahr’ ‘nen dicken Benz
Das ist nicht Disneyland
Keine Pranks und nichts gestellt
So ist es, es geht um Business
Guck, Bruder, ich bin on the road to the richest
Ihr kleinen Snitches wollt mich ändern, doch vergisst es
Checke nach Miami mit dem First-Class-Ticket
Doch was ist schon das Geld? Ich scheiß’ auf jeden Cent
Ich habe meine Fans, meine Fam, meine Gang

[Pre-Hook]
Ja, ja, denn das Leben, was ich hab’, war nicht geplant
Wegen Patte wurde ich oft genug verarscht
Sei vorsichtig, dass Gott dich nicht bestraft
Denn das Money nimmst du nie mit ins Grab, ja, ja, ja

[Hook]
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money

[Part 2]
Sie sagen, wir tun alles nur für Geld
Dabei haben sie kein’n Plan, von dem, was sie uns unterstell’n
Natürlich ist das Geld ein Fundament
Jedoch gibt es hier noch mehr in unserer Welt
Ihr habt uns unterschätzt
Wir sind hier die neue Ära, heute Thema
Deshalb passt ihr nicht in unser Beuteschema
Das Money raubt euch eure Seele weg
Wer will mir was sagen, wenn von Tag zu Tag mein Ego wächst
Also fick drauf, was gestern war
Vielleicht ist heute ja mein bester Tag
Auch wenn alte Freunde Blender war’n
Bin ich stolz drauf, dass Geld mich nicht verändern kann

[Pre-Hook]
Ja, ja, denn das Leben, was ich hab’, war nicht geplant
Wegen Patte wurde ich oft genug verarscht
Sei vorsichtig, dass Gott dich nicht bestraft
Denn das Money nimmst du nie mit ins Grab, ja, ja, ja

[Hook]
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money
Eigentlich geht es nur ums Money

Giovane Feddini – Piano Di Dio Lyrics

[Ritornello]
Fanculo l’album posso uccidere la scena solo con un mixtape
In veneto tra gente che non vede altro
Se non calcio, macchine e schei
Testa in alto come fossi sull’ultimo piano dell’Empire State
Fanculo l’album posso uccidere la scena solo con un mixtape

[Strofa 1]
Ho genitori onesti, si sbattono da anni
Per l’ottica di questi rapper dovrei vergognarmi
Facessi pezzi come Eminem dissando mamma
Autorizzerei mio padre a gonfiarmi la faccia
Scusate, non siete soliti a questi topic
È il conformismo al contrario di questi idioti
È normale autopomparsi per vendersi
Ma i tuoi testi gridano alla pula “vieni a prendermi”

[Ritornello]
Fanculo l’album posso uccidere la scena solo con un mixtape
In veneto tra gente che non vede altro
Se non calcio, macchine e schei
Testa in alto come fossi sull’ultimo piano dell’Empire State
Fanculo l’album posso uccidere la scena solo con un mixtape

[Strofa 2]
Il flow suona sempre semplice e compatto
E’ perchè imposto sempre le mie barre come fossi in battle
E’ perchè imposto le mie battle come fossi in guerra
E di carattere son schivo come chi ha la lebbra
Con un criterio di giudizio che non sempre azzecca
Insomma, sono un paraculo preso a mente fredda
Tutto è possibile che cambi, so che succede
Da quando ho visto Dok e Dogma ridere assieme
Ma quando tendi mani, sei vulnerabile
Proveranno a sottometterti, sono perfidi
Quando accennano un sorriso
Poi trattengono il respiro
È come un operaio sotto l’eternit
Young Elvis, lei ricorda molto Marilyn
Perchè ha carattere e un culo che grida “marry me”
Recluto sempre nuovo geni, giovane Verrocchio
Tu a vent’anni non fai un cazzo, giovane vecchiotto (ripigliati)
Feddini è un eremita, chilling regolare
Non le manda a dire, non le manda a dare
Ma quando scrivo chi deve lo sa
Chi mi deve lo sa, un mix tra Zola e Zolà
Giovane

[Ritornello]
Fanculo l’album posso uccidere la scena solo con un mixtape
In veneto tra gente che non vede altro
Se non calcio, macchine e schei
Testa in alto come fossi sull’ultimo piano dell’Empire State
Fanculo l’album posso uccidere la scena solo con un mixtape

[Outro]
Miami ocean drive
Chiedi di un giovane
Ho progettato tutto dall’inizio
Sono nei piani di Dio come il giorno del giudizio
E se il paradiso ha una sede
Sarò tra i piani di Dio come chi si è sempre comportato bene
Ho progettato tutto dall’inizio
Sono nei piani di Dio come il giorno del giudizio
E se il paradiso ha una sede
Sarò tra i piani di Dio come chi si è sempre comportato bene
Come chi si è sempre comportato bene
Sto tra i piani di Dio…
Ho progettato tutto dall’inizio

Marclo – Swngn Lyrics

[Intro]

(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, Swngn
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)

[Verse 1]

M&S be Swngn
It’s Friday night
My whole clique’s so fly
Miami crew’s on the westside
So I … (Skurrt Skurrt)
Took an uber from the valley
Cause I’m too faded to drive
We so lit, so live
Like Montell in 95′ I’m like
(This is how we do it)
They want to know, how we roll
(This is how we do it)
Ohhhhh, You that M&S Beat straight…

[Hook]
Swngn, Swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, swngn
You should
Swngn
You should
(Daba-daba-da-daa)

[Verse 2]
You should
Bring your girlfriends
Bring your girls out
Cause we bout to (Swng! Swng!)
Like we left the dugout, Ohhhhh
And my team hella good
My band hella good like our name was No Doubt, Ohhhhh
This is nothing to me
Tomorrow ain’t promised nothing to me
Out my book bag used to slang that CD
Now I’m all on your playlist singing off key like
(This is how we do it)
They want to know, how we roll
(This is how we do it)
Yeah, you that M&S Beat straight…

[Hook]
Swngn, Swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)

[Bridge]
(shhhh)
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng, ah no
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this, no
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng, ah no
Some of them try to swng
But they can’t swng like this

Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds of MarcLo
And a M&S beat
(Ahh Yeah)
Tell me what it’s made for
Tell me what it’s made for
The weekend

[Hook] 3x
Swngn, Swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)
Swngn, swngn
(Swng! Swng!)
Swngn
(Daba-daba-da-daa)

(Outro)
You are now listening to the sounds of MarcLo
And a M&S beat
Tell me what it’s made for
Tell me what it’s made for
The weekend
Swngn
When we hit the city
We gonna hit it, hit it
Like its never been hit before
Swngn
When we hit the city
We gonna hit it, hit it
Like its never been hit before
Swngn
When we hit the city
We gonna hit it, hit it
Like its never been hit before

Dj Durel – Bad Moves Lyrics (feat. Quavo & Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Rich the Kid & Quavo]
Bad moves
Trap, I might shoot
In Miami
DJ Durel!

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Got a chopper and it’s brand new, brand new
Got a bitch and she bad too, bad too
I’m in MIA (MIA)
Rolls Royce or the Lamb’, what we gon’ ride today? (Skrrt)
I’m a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away

[Verse 2: Quavo & Rich the Kid]
Makin’ bad moves (Money), bad moves
Bad bitches like ’em bad too (Bad), bad too (Woo)
Get that bad today (Uh)
We the hottest in the city (Uh), don’t try to ride the wave (No)
Young niggas takin’ over, they some bad babies (Quavo)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Woo, Quavo
Fifty thousand, I’ma flex in all hunnids (Fifty)
I’m so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money (Woo-hee)
I’m so bad, Ali couldn’t touch me (Ali)
I’m so bad, I flew a bad bitch out the country (Bad, bad)

[Verse 4: Rich the Kid]
Say, “I love you,” I was lyin’, that was yesterday (Yesterday)
Pocket rocket in the club, but that’s the only way (That’s the only way)
If I know that I won’t win then I won’t even play
I’m so bad that I was waitin’ on a bad day

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

Jaden – The Hottest Lyrics

[Intro]
I just landed in Miami, swear they’ll never understand me
Hunnid on the free way and I’m gunnin’ for the Grammy
Sexy mama got a whip, hella sandy
She wanna take the city, I said “Baby, why can’t we?”

[Chorus]
Bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (Got a choice)
I’m the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin’ up (Shit is hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us
Tell ’em bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (No choice)
I ain’t modest, you can hear it in my voice (Listen up)
Hot fire, got the city goin’ up (Hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us (Woo)

[Refrain]
Time after time (Yeah, yeah), I feel your love
Roll the windows up (Yeah, yeah)
We don’t give no f**ks (Yeah, yeah)
Time after time
My pockets still stuffed (Stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Facts)
And the stick is still tucked (Tucked)

[Verse 1]
And the spot is by the beach
Pull up in that eco friendly, and I don’t wanna preach
Got the twins with me, had to give ’em 50 each
Homie told me if I pull up, that I might end up deceased
Let me think, that shit was a reach (Facts)
I’m done with the talkin’, I just gotta let ’em see (Oh)
I’ma pull up on your ass, with the bands on me (Bands)
When I’m sailing through the water, load the cannons on me
I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me
You know the feds always watch, got they cameras on me, huh-huh
Flooded with diamonds, man, you know you can’t compete
We ain’t stoppin’ on no beat till we hottest in the streets, better know

[Refrain]
Time after time (Oh-oh)
I feel your love (I feel your love)
Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up)
We don’t give no f**ks (We don’t give no f**ks)
Time after time (Time)
My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Quarter milli in the truck)
And the stick is still tucked

[Chorus]
Bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (Got a choice)
I’m the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin’ up (Shit is hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us, tell ’em

[Verse 2]
Told the label double my advance (My advance)
Lotta different color bands in these pants (In these pants)
Hit Japan, in Shibuya with the fans (We know you the feds)
And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, nigga
Shit is hot, you can’t do that shit again (Shit again)
Callin’ jury duty but they know that I’m in France
She said, “You ain’t call,” I said, “I never got a chance
I’ve been runnin’ through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl”

[Refrain]
Time after time (Oh-oh)
I feel your love (I feel your love)
Roll the windows up (Roll the windows up)
We don’t give no f**ks (We don’t give no f**ks)
Time after time (Time)
My pockets still stuffed (My pockets still stuffed)
Quarter milli in the truck (Quarter milli in the truck)
And the stick is still tucked

[Chorus]
Bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (Got a choice)
I’m the hottest, you can hear it in voice (In my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city goin’ up (Shit is hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us
Tell ’em, bad boys, we don’t really got a choice (No choice)
I ain’t modest, you can hear it in my voice (Listen up)
Hot fire, got a city goin’ up (Hot)
You can’t roll around unless you one of us (Woo)

Charles Hamilton – Get On The Bandwagon Lyrics

[Intro]
Just how, just how it is man
Dead ass
Lot of people be coming at your man sideways, know what I mean?
But it’s whatever though

[Verse 1]
First off, I love all my fans and supporters
My mans on the corner, to the man in the corner office
To the lady in the tan that be more than
Happy enough to straight land in the orbit
No man can stand handin’ the torch
But, when a man is this scorching, dammit it’s important to acknowledge him
Too bad the heat it provides
Isn’t the same heat as these guys that we be dreaming of rhyme with
See, I’m a fan first
When I look at my peers
My wax builds up, look at my ears
I only listen to me
I got a lot of shit to listen to
My mission is to give you a non-aesthetic glimpse, at the realest
So you gotta feel it
Lots of road blocks, but watch me still get
What I’ve been skilled with, good shit
Look kids, I ain’t looking to be in central booking
So why you keep pushing?

[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
It can’t be something I said
Why you mad, at me?

[Verse 2]
Been in Miami had an oriental tele
Which is better than every single story you could tell me
Shorties wanna jail me to their panties
Cuz I’m very mysterious
And my plan is to be standing with Grammy’s
I’m not a pop youngin
I ain’t standing with Sammy or any R&B niggas giving they women the jammy
Me and my niggas hitting the road in a Camry
Performances, important shit, damn
Why can’t you stand me, family?
I can treat my whole family to lunch now
These other niggas got their panties in a bunch, wow
I munch down on my plate of success
I make a mess, wipe my face and say my grace, it was a blessing
I can taste it
Take a minute, say my grace quick
My gracefulness helps me face my greatness
I hate the fake shit
I need a little love
Not fiendin’ for a drug, cuz the needle was enough

[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
It can’t be something I said
Why you mad, at me?

[Verse 3]
The flow is so retarded
That I’m fully aware, of all the thought that has the talkers all
Pulling their hair, out
Without a doubt I found a lot about the way that I rain
I maintain that I ain’t changed, but I’m been making a lane
For myself, and I need to be respected
I think I said before that I’m easily rejected
If not, then let me say it, then again, not
It needs to be respected that I’m in peace, indeed I’m resting
But, please believe that I didn’t leave
See I ain’t dead
I just been fed the knowledge to hop off the ledge
And float to the top of the bed, the music bed
Was that way too much? Take a Sudafed
My music is so dope I can sue the Feds
For trying to trying to outproduce my meds
This little dude’s a vet, did you forget?
It’s Charles Hamilton

[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
It can’t be something I said
Why you mad, at me?

Ashton – Ice Lyrics

Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
You know how that goes
Might just take you home

Verse:
I got the gold on
Diddy bopping to slow songs
And the list goes on
You gotta dance like I threw the bands
Like why you got you’re clothes on
Miami vibes gave you a little something something for your IG to post on
Check check getting checks
Thumbing bands through the net
I take a shot it’s all net
Got the city on respect
Coming for neck
Ex bitch is upset
I just finally got up out a mess
Finally not returning text
It’s one of those things that you say but you never really have to say it
I don’t ever want to hear you say it
It ain’t nothing but another mistake
Got some money for me you better pay it
Check check getting checks

Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone

Verse:
I need my pockets on the BB Dub
Super thick thick yeah I show it love
I know a couple niggas that never gave a f**k
But are big rich yeah
Might get whole Queen Elizabeth f**king tatted up
Like I’m the blue face baby
Pull up what it do baby
Game so strong prolly could have had a few babies
But ain’t nothing new icy
Had to pull up with crew icy
Had to hit the cruise I go sight seeing
Eyes red been working so hard that I might have needed viseen
Just a kid from the harder side of town
Rose up from the concrete and now I’m now autumn bound
Never falling down only slowing up with the Austin sound
Trust you gonna feel the presence when the f**king boss in town like that

Hook:
Got too many bitches on my phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Not tonight the chain on froze
Maybe when the night is slow
Don’t go through your phone
Texting on some shit like I’m alone
Cause you know how that goes
Might just take you home

Outro:
I might just take you home
I might just take you home
I might just take you home
I might just take you home

Carnage – Hella Neck Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Ohgeesy]
(Carnage, you a fool, you crazy)
Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ’jects, aye
Karo, remix
Coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ice on. my chest, make your bitch wanna sex
Came on her breasts, put them rumors to rest
Niggas know I’m a threat, all my bitches, they rep
She wanna catch it in the mouth, let her friend intercept
Bitch, this ain’t a test, does your bitch wanna F?
I be fuckin’ some bitches that go to the Met
Up in Miami, we smoked on the deck
Tequila, I’m wrecked, that’s that cause and effect
Take off at ten, driver waitin’ when I land
She obsessed with my dick, she my number one fan
When these bitches switch up, I just stick to the plan
Mobbin’ with the Mafia, don’t get packed it

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
I don’t wanna hit the pussy, I just wanna get a check
Just like Nike, I’m hyphy, she’d like me, nigga, that’s your wifey
My diamonds enticin’, they dancin’, they bitin’
They shine like some lightning, you touch me, we fightin’
Nah, bitch, we ain’t the same, see, your boyfriend, he a lame
He ain’t runnin’ the game, he ain’t beat it out the frame
He just leave you complainin’, cliffhangin’
Come and try, you think I’m playin’
In your gang, all them niggas know my name
I be sellin’ hella niggas cocaine
I run the clothes game and I run the dope game
I be smokin’ gas pack, nothin’ but the propane
I be gettin’ hella high, rockstar like Cobain
OxyContin, Percs, and the Xans I feel no pain
You try to fuck my bitch, but you niggas got no game
All I do is get head, I should change my name to Rogaine
Oh mane

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Big rings on a nigga like the Super Bowl
Tone-tone rose gold like the Rose Bowl
Trap nigga, other day I took twenty-four
Same day, nigga, I ain’t get to change clothes
Pour lime, pour a deuce, now I pour a four
What’s a deuce to a six in a twenty-four?
I can shift so many packs, might get a case (Oh)
But I gots all my money took, I get the case closed
So act bold, I turn tissue when I wipe nose
My neck froze, met my jeweler at the North Pole
And got the backend with a blindfold and eyes closed
You try to pop, gon’ get your feelings hurt and mind blown
My timepiece, I got it in a different time zone
Them diamonds that you got on is rhinestones
I get that bag, can’t be worried ’bout what y’all on
That type of shit that get you caught up and get spied on
That red dot hit you and see a bunch of time fly
Jet high, look in their eyes when that check fly
Red eyes like I be up on the red-eye
Mob ties, OGs they mixin’ live signs

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

Ace Of Base – Prime Time Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cuban cigars and the lass lass in the bars
I see the rise and a hope for this down downtown Miami
Where the people are moving and grooving from dusk till dawn
My progress is you and I want it

[Chorus]
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Drop dead melodies
Do it at the feast
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Land of future, land of dreams
The rhythm is so divine

[Verse 2]
Unique I am like a unicorn tonight
So good to be at a place
That tomorrow is the answer
To the problems today
We should all go down to the light
They’re so right, we’re so wrong, we like it

[Chorus]
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Drop dead melodies
Do it at the feast
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Land of future, land of dreams
The rhythm is so divine
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Drop dead melodies
Do it at the feast
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Land of future, land of dreams
The rhythm is so divine

[Outro / Verse 3]
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre (come on now)
Cuba Cuba Libre (I’m always coming over to you)
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre (I’m always coming over to you)
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre (I’m always coming over to you)
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre

Rick Ross – Vegas Residency Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E.  League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music

[Verse 1]
Yo,  watchin’ Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin’ M.A.G.A. hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin’ with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin’ out the trunk, chargin’ 20 a bird
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin’ to see me like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just for keepin’ it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I’d rather keep ’em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin’ women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I’m into sports, I think I really need a team

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

[Verse 2]
I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin’ with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
Go to hell and that’s exactly where I’m going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on ’em
Feel the military for artists when they wanna’ beef
I’m the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck ’em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin’ time, I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats, a hunnid G’s just for the verse
Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
Murder one, you fuckin’ other niggas murder mo’
Boobie boys, ya’ll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin’ songs
That’s why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron

[Verse 3]
Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin’, Benny Medina, yeah, it’s J-Lo (Hola)
Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it’s destiny
Eatin’ with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
Mink coats, it’s time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name, I gotta’ feed ’em all
Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt, that’s from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it’s Crip
Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, ’cause it’s hit or miss
Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
Now it’s Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin’, fuck the Coast
For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin’, I pray it never run it’s course
Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin’ off
Ah, I catch my breath, and holler “Batter’s up”
I get the money, ’cause the stats they never mattered much
M.V.P. I’m from the league where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand, put ’em in a Camel Clutch
Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I’m well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked him “What would twenty like?”
On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw)

Juice WRLD – Under Her skin-hells kitchen Lyrics

Play this song

[Chrous]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
[verse 1]
She dont got no choice she resort to the beans oh
Every day she lives and die for beans oh
New drug dealer whats his innn fooo
Her plus heartbreak equals xans
Need a new equation she gonna die trynna do the math
Suicidal tendency she hopin that they end it fast

Fit it all in a Fendi bag
She don’t even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days
Cutting up missing class teacher called asked whats wrong slurring back you say he gone
Running up out of diamonds you look down at your dresser
You see an 8 ball of all pure Columbian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line of hella perk to see which one is better
Walking around in your mind picking up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here its been taking forever
Walking around in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever goodbye
[Chorus]
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
Aww she balling out her eyes from the bench
She don’t got not choice she resorts to the gossip
[Verse 2]
Always in my business
Wondering what I’m sipping
En-now I’m living
A lot of things are different
You not being here is what I was missing
Feel like I’m in a heaven house
Still pour up in a Hell’s Kitchen
In Chicago making heartbreak songs eating on some hell’s chicken

Miami calling me oh oh those calls im missin
Im calling the ambulance oh oh the thotty you was sickein sickein(sicknin)
Trippin sip sippin 3 6 in a cup like its memphis
Oh I’m drippin new girl got hoes she pimpin
We got we share em get it make her eat you out bitch get it
Lets hope that she been on my mind quit it
Unlike her, I know how to mind business

Oh oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rocka bye baby ARE YOU ready to die
[Chorus]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
She dont got no choice she resorts to the

Oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock a bye baby are you ready to die

Lullabies in your dome spread insanity thorugh your soul
Rocka bye baby are you ready to die die die

Denzel Curry – CAROLMART Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo