Tag: Billy Idol

Juice WRLD – Impatient Lyrics

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[Intro]
G Money, we finna get a lot of fucking money, bro
Man, I remember ramen
I just went to Japan to get some ramen
The fuck?

[Chorus]
Uh, I remember trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now I’m in a mansion, she do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient
I remember trap houses, bandos with the key cards
Now I’m in the mansion, they do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient

[Bridge]
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga (Uh)
Rich ass nigga
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga
Old rich ass nigga, yeah
Hm, yeah
I’m Billy Idol with that rebel yell
Oh-oh, uh-uh
Uh

[Verse]
Check the time, different time zones
Money on my mind, call the carrier to my phone
It’s traveling time, I’m going to Japan
I need to make sure my receptions fine, yeah
But besides that, I’m alright
I’m kinda getting sick and tired of these long flights
But it’s all for a good cause, uh-huh
I guess it cost to be the boss, uh-huh, uh
My pocket looks a lot like a morgue
Shit, I know what I signed up for
Uh, my pocket looks a lot like a morgue
So do my drawers, uh
I know what I signed up for
I ain’t talk to my mom in a week, I been busy
I feel bad, ’cause it feels like we barely speak
I ain’t talk to my aunt in a month, I feel bad
I was too busy recording music, smoking fat blunts
Let it all, let it all sink in at once
‘Cause it’s always fun and games, until you become the pun
Until you become the one, on the news with the OD
On the news with a nosebleed, from the cocaine you bought last week
Heroin stains in the sheets
When you try to put the pain all to peace
But instead you fell into pieces over a Hollywood dream
Heroin stains in the sheets
Try to turn pain into peace
But you fell into pieces
But at least you can say you used to be in

[Chorus]
Trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now you in a mansion doing coke off a key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, before you get impatient
Trap house and the bandos, you was using the lean cars
Now you got a mansion, doing coke off yo’ key card
Bitches be like “You hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Better stick to they day job, you gon’ get impatient
Just watch

Juice WRLD – Mansion Lyrics

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[Intro]
Huh-uh
This my favorite part nigga
Huh-uh, yeah
LordPhazer in this bitch
Uh-huh, oh, yeah
Ya dig? Yeah
Purps on the beat
Here I go, here I go again (Here I go, here I go)
In Los Angeles just came back from Japan (In Los Angeles just came back from Japan)
Here I go, here I go again traveling (Here I go, here I go again traveling)

[Pre-Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Uh-huh)
I was on Percocets everyday, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (Uh-huh)
Here I go, here I go again (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again (Uh-huh)
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (Uh)
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent 3,000 on some pants
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She a horny dog)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (Yeah)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand

[Verse 1]
Whoa, rocking that Rick, dawg
Feel like a beat, dawg, I got drip sauce
Pocket watching got you pissed off (Got you pissed off)
Just wait until you start staring at my wrist, dawg, ah (Gleam gleam gleam)
That mean I get super official (Uh-huh)
I’m a sad boy when it come to heartbreak, it’s in my lyrics (Uh-huh)
I know that I got millions (Uh-huh), I know that I got a mansion (Uh-huh)
On top of mansion that’s a big building (Uh-huh)
Parking lot wheelies, I put the milli’ in million
Wrist so cold like the AC on (Uh-huh)
All I care ’bout is hunnids, not tittys, twentys, like a [?] (Uh-huh)
Whatchu know about money, uh
I got my throwback Gucci on (Yeah)
Finna get in that oochie coochie
Fuck a hoochie to this song (Yeah)
Bootleg movies in my house, can’t go to the movies, dawg (Uh-uh)
I’m too important, ask me if I have competition I say “Nah” (Uh-uh)
They disappointed, I’m taking these pills can’t feel my jaw (Uh-uh)
I think I need a doctors appointment, they tell me that nothing wrong (Uh-huh)
I still think that nigga wrong

[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans (Uh)
I spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She just fucked me and my mans)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (She a fan)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand

[Verse 2]
I see them haters watching me on the internet (On the web)
Like “Here he go talkin’ bout his new watch again” (Gleam gleam)
That’s a two tone skeleton AP on his head
We get it, yeah I know you get it (Huh)
But you couldn’t afford it if you worked for your life [?]
That’s your forever girl? I just may go rent her (Smash)
And drive that bitch around like a Mercedes Sprinter (Skrt, skrt)
So much money they think I got a money printer (Yeah)
So much drama sometimes I think I’m on Jerry Springer (What the fuck?)
I know some of these racist motherfuckers hate to pay up
Like “Why the hell did we just have to book this dirty nigga” (Ha-ha)
Times change (Yeah), but I still got that mask on my face like I’m in the KKK (Let’s go)
Bought a brand new guitar and a piano and a new AK (Let’s go)
Yeah, just incase, a fuck nigga get in my way (Uh-huh)
Two-three-three shots to a nigga in his face
Take two off his top like he gettin’ a fade
Send ’em rock bott’ niggas around your way
Bought a new watch, cost over 100k (Gleam)
So bright can’t see the time today (Damn)
Yeah, but it’s my time today (It is), I’m gon’ shine today
That’s today, tomorrow, ayy, that mean I’m in my prime (Okay)

[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Just came back from Japan)
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (I wasn’t fucking with them Xans)
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on some pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (Me and my fucking mans)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (Groupie ain’t a fan)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand (In my motherfucking hand)

[Outro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Triple nine the gang, yeah-yeah-yeah
When it come to this music shit I’ma po’ it, yeah-yeah-yeah
Billy Idol with that “Rebel Yell”
Fuck with me I send you straight to hell
Free my slime, hope he make bail
Keep him locked up if he tattle-tale

Billy Idol – 311 Man Lyrics

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Three need man for gait
Three need man for gait

Now your love
Old and alone
Store and love
Oh, yeah
Old and alone
It’s escape cop on gait, to playing
Oh
Now paper old gonna away
Oh, yeah
In your plastic play friend
Here we are

Three need man for gait
Three need man for gait
Wow
Haha
Haha
Wow
Haha
Haha

Old be doctor
Your peep new dust
Rebuild west cast
Slow down a gore

Three need man for gait
(Turn dirt)
Three need man for gait
Uh

Now your love
Oh, yeah
Store and love
Yeah
Au

Oh, yeah
Wow
Ha
In your plastic play friend
Oh, yeah

Three need man for gait

Three need man for gait
Store and love
In your plastic play friend
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Shoot
Three need man for gait
Wow

Tory Lanez – March 2nd

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[Verse]
Second cycle, the kid is movin’ like Billy Idol
With some past due W’s that I’m still entitled
City love me I treat it like it’s a bridal
Tux black as the strap I’m using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without a spread from Complex and them covers that come in from FADER
I’m at tables with mans you love it
Fuck it, I made it from buckets
Slept in the rugged seats of a Civic
To walking through the city and niggas screaming I did it
I spit this shit from way back for ’em
This for niggas that told me
"I’ll come back" but never came back for ’em
Loyal to them so I wait back for ’em like they my niggas
Knowin’ they isn’t, these niggas so insufficient
When we was both dealing, I used to throw in the pigeon
I guess, that mean nothing when niggas start coexisting
I done lost some good girls and niggas that I would cope with
Been backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with
As far as rap I’m not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with the silly shit no for no with
Money on the line, its money all on my mind
Calculating this vision, I sum it up for the grind
I promise when I got it I’d fuck it up for the times
Put 20k on the tab and buss it up every time, you get me?
In a Bentley smokin’ on a fat 20, jealous niggas don’t offend me, Dior dripped in the Fendi
I do it for the family OGs that never sent me on mission when I was down to put clip in and leave it empty and work
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout who got at me and dissed
I’m blessed, when I think about who shot at me and missed
I came from real situations
Niggas got clapped for little insinuations, time and impatience
Been grindin’, finding my way in so much bros like the Wayans
Sometime it weigh me down whenever they try weigh in
In the day out, in the day in, shooters on say when
Niggas got clapped before the day end
The city I come from, taught me that there’s nothing to run from
It taught me get my money in lump sums
So ’til that day, still at war, I’m still at pay
Never change boy, we still that way
It’s young Fargo

Tory Lanez – March 2nd Lyrics

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[Verse]
Second cycle, the kid is movin’ like Billy Idol
With some past due W’s that I’m still entitled
City love me I treat it like it’s a bridal
Tux black as the strap I’m using to hit the rival
Last album was great, but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without a spread from Complex and them covers that come in from FADER
I’m at tables with mans you love it
Fuck it, I made it from buckets
Slept in the rugged seats of a Civic
To walking in the city and niggas screaming I did it
I spit this shit from way back for ’em
This for niggas that told me, “I’ll come back” but never came back for ’em
Loyal to them so I wait back for ’em like they my niggas
Knowin’ they isn’t, these niggas so insufficient
When we was both dealing, I used to throw in the pigeon
I guess, that mean nothing when niggas start coexisting
I done lost some good girls and niggas that I would cope with
Been backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with
As far as rap I’m not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with the silly shit no for no with
Money on the line, its money all on my mind
Calculating this vision, I sum it up for the grind
I promise when I got it I’d fuck it up for the times
Put 20k on the tab and buss it up every time, you get me?
In a Bentley smokin’ on a fat 20, jealous niggas don’t offend me, Dior dripped in the Fendi
I do it for the family OGs that never sent me on mission when I was down to put clip in and leave it empty and work
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout who got at me and dissed
I’m blessed, when I think about who shot at me and missed
I came from real situations
Niggas got clapped for little insinuations, time and impatience
Been grindin’, finding my way in so much bros like the Wayans
Sometime it weigh me down whenever they try weigh in
In the day out, in the day in, shooters on say when
Niggas got clapped before the day end
The city I come from, taught me that there’s nothing to run from
It taught me get my money in lump sums
So ’til that day, still at war, I’m still at pay
Never change boy, we still that way
It’s young Fargo