Don Toliver – Spaceship Lyrics

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[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I’m in my spaceship (Whatever), getting that facelift (Uh-huh)
LA daytrip, I’m eating them rib tips
Call up the ref, I’m balling, pouring it, so we’re falling
Twenty-five hundred for the cardigan, Saint Laurent, my dawgs in

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
I get a little impatient
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
It’s the new age flex, hoppin’ out of the jet
Spend a ticket on Rolex, plus the ice on your neck
Bust it down and collect, send that money through text
You can hit me on my phone, you can call me direct
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Yeah)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
Yeah, hotbox my SUV (Bitch), nobody can breathe (At all)
I ain’t never fear a thing (No), baby, in your dreams (Dreams)
Sheck Wes, fear don’t sleep (Uh)
Air Force 1s, no crease (Crease)
Someone arrest my jeans (Simons)
Blunt lit in my face (Face)
Diamonds in my teeth
Pick, um, the VVS
She ain’t really got no meaning, uh
In a fast car, I’m speeding, uh
And I can’t wait for no red light (Red light)
If I’m chasing this green (Go)
I need more M’s than B’s (B’s)
Sheck and Don on a different time and payment
All my cars from Europe, his car from Avis
Every day I wake up, new whips hit the pavement
I had to watch my living, I don’t know no limits at all, all, all

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

Dos Gringos – I Don’t Want To Join The Air Force Lyrics

(Alright, you ready?)
No
(OK. Let’s do it anyways)
Alright
(1, 2, 3)

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather hang around
Piccadilly Underground
And living on the earnings of a high-class lady
I don’t want an Aphid up me arsehole
I don’t want my bollocks shot away
I’d rather be in England
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away
Gor blimey

Monday I rubbed her on the ankle
Tuesday I touched her on the knee
On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress
On Thursday, I saw it, gor blimey
Friday I put my hand upon it
On Saturday she gave my balls a tweak
On Sunday after supper
I ran the ol’ boy up her
And now she earns me seven quid a week
Oh!

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather hang around
Piccadilly Underground
And living on the earnings of a high-class lady
I don’t want an Aphid up me arsehole
I don’t want my bollocks shot away
I’d rather be in England
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away

Hm
(What are bollocks?)
I dunno. I’m not sure what bollocks are. What are quid?
Ohhh, arse
(Arse, I’m pretty sure I know what an arse is)
I know, but they gotta f**kin’ say it right
(Yeah)
Damn Brits
Let’s Am– we gotta Americanize this shit
(Alright, let’s do it)
OK

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather just get by
Smokin’ dope and getting high
And living on the earnings of a tax-free annuity
I don’t want an Archer up my asshole
I don’t want my balls shot away
I’d rather be in Vegas
In dirty f**kin’ Vegas
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away
Hell yeah!

Monday I never flew a sortie
Tuesday I did my IDE
On Wednesday I confess, I was at my master’s class
On Thursday, five more safety briefings
Friday, a seven-hour standup
On Saturday they said no cross-country
On Sunday I said “f**k it”
And told them they could suck it
And now I’m earnin’ seven g’s a week at Lockheed

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather just get by
Smokin’ dope and gettin’ high
And living on the earnings of a tax-free annuity
I don’t want an Archer up my asshole
I don’t want my balls shot away
I’d rather be in Vegas
In dirty f**kin’ Vegas
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Organized Noize – Chemtrails (feat. Jimmy Brown & S (Organized Noize Album)

[Intro]
Sent the information…
Sent the information given to him by a friend who is still and Air Force pilot
This pilot is saying that he flies chemtrails flights
This pilot told my cousin that this global geo-engineering effort goes by the name of quote "Indigo Skyfold"
Skyfold

[Chorus: Jimmy Brown]
She is always floating around
She falls from the sky straight to the ground
You better run for cover right now
‘Cause chem keeps on falling, keeps falling
All over, all over you
All over, all over me
All over, all over me
All over, all over

[Interlude: Sleepy Brown]

[Chorus: Jimmy Brown]
She is always floating around
She falls from the sky straight to the ground
You better run for cover right now
‘Cause chem keeps on falling, keeps falling
All over, all over you
All over, all over me
All over, all over me
All over, all over
All over, all over

[Interlude: Sleepy Brown]

Korn – We Care a Lot Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) 3×
About disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
About the NASA’s and the falling, and the seas!
About starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
(We Care a Lot) about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, what!

[Chorus 1: Jonathan Davis]
(Whoa-oh)
Oh, It’s a dirty job but, someone’s gotta do it! (2×) (We Care a Lot!)

[Verse 2: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) (2×)
About the gamblers, and the pushers, and the freaks!
About the smack, and crack, and wack that hit the streets!
(We Care a Lot) About the welfare of all you boys and girls!
(We Care a Lot) About you people, cause we’re out to save the world, what!

[Chorus 2: Jonathan Davis]
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (Whoa-oh)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)

[Verse 3: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) About the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines!
(We Care a Lot) About the NY, SF, and LAPD!
(We Care a Lot) About you people!
(We Care a Lot) About your guns!
(We Care a Lot) About the wars we’re fighting. Gee, that looks like fun!
(We Care a Lot) About our free speech, and not the FCC’s
(We Care a Lot) About tide we made with Beatles on MTV!
(We Care a Lot) About the little things, the bigger things we top!
(We Care a Lot) About you people, yeah you bet we care a lot, what!

[Chorus 3: Jonathan Davis]
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (Whoa-oh)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)