Tag: Bobby Brown

HERMOSA Lyrics and Video Song – Aastha Gill, D Soldierz

Oh girl!
Kehnde ne Barcelona ton utri ae tu
Dass mainu!
Nana nana nah, oh baby!
Main Delhi shehar di Senorita hoon
Puch kisi ton vi tu

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa!
Aye, Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Bobby Brown di load ni
I don’t give a damn
Na makeup shakeup laani aa
Jitthe jaawan utthe agg main laani aan

ola ola ola yea yea…

Main bandi badi classy aan
Badi saassy aan
Naale thodi thodi messy aan
Do peg laake shor machaani aan

Ni tu lagdi aan bomb badi girl
Vanilla icecream jaisi yum badi girl
Haaye ni lagdi ae fun badi girl
Come chill mere naal tu ban meri girl oh…

Oh girl,
Suneya main California ton utri ae tu
Is it true?
Na na na na nah, oh baby!
Main Mumbai shehar di Mamacita hoon
Jaayi look te na tu

Taahiyon lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa
Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Hermosa, badi Formosa
Tu kya shehran vich kardi ae shosha
Tu lagdi ae badi Sabrosa
Dekh tere piche ho jaanda locha
Jihde vi tu jaandi
Munde kare follow
Kinne tainu DM ch likhde ni hello

Ho pichhe pichhe aande
Jithhe jitthe I go
Kehnde mere naal ek Selfie kara lo

Mi amor, Mi vida
Aa leke chalun tainu America
Mi amor, Mi vida
Patane ka na mujhe koi tareeka

Oh girl
Gall chaldi kal Havana ton utri ae tu
Saare kehnde kyun?
Nana nana nah, oh baby
Oh baby main shehar Chandigarh di Bonita hoon
Kaahton puchda ae tu

Kyunki lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa
Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Moneybagg Yo – Under Influence Lyrics (feat. Y Gizzle)

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Y. Gizzle]x2
Let’s double our cups
Let’s drink up some drank
Let’s get under influenced
My dick is a drug
She say she in love that bitch under influenced
Pop a zan
Pop a perk
Pop a molly
Paparazzi, Paparazzi
I know they watching

[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
Under influenced on the medication
Won’t give up on drugs I’m so dedicated
Turning up cups and blunts in rotation
Everybody on some it’s a celebration
Then we put her in rotation like a blunt
All she wanted was a zan
All she want a Percocet
Got on her knees and blew me like a fan
Shawty mind gone like a motherf**ker
Cause now she want me as a man
Said she wish she could buy it out the store
She wish my dick come in a can
I’m blood walking , Sipping grape street
And it’s hella tasty
Dozing off, hella faded
Hella lazy
I pop me a tab and f**k on that thot like I love that hoe
If it’s A1 I hit her right back like I want some mo’
This just how I live 24/7 I’m popping seals
And smoking by Bob Marley and this shit here harder than Holyfield

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Y. Gizzle]x2
Let’s double our cups
Let’s drink up some drank
Let’s get under influenced
My dick is a drug
She say she in love that bitch under influenced
Pop a zan
Pop a perk
Pop a molly
Paparazzi, Paparazzi
I know they watching

[Verse 2: Y. Gizzle]
I just popped 4 of em’
Ooh, I feel it , I feel it
James Brown got the feeling
Bobby Brown mane I’m twitching
All this yellow got me itching
Got me shouting like a Christian
The way I’m mixing these drugs together
You would think I was a chemist
Bad bitch named Christian
She sucking dick just to hit a cup
Ooh lil mama be turning up
We shoot a film when she get with us
She do the team she don’t give a f**k
Just like my cup mane she double up
She going hard to the runner up
Just like the loud mane we burn her up
I be swerving in traffic
I might catch me a DUI
f**king with MoneyBagg Yo
Got me ducking the FBI
Call me double cup Gizzle
Call me pour it up Gizzle
Every time you see me
I’m under influence lil nigga

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Y. Gizzle]x2
Let’s double our cups
Let’s drink up some drank
Let’s get under influenced
My dick is a drug
She say she in love that bitch under influenced
Pop a zan
Pop a perk
Pop a molly
Paparazzi, Paparazzi
I know they watching

Wiz Khalifa – Flamboyant Lyrics

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Play this song

[Verse 1: Tuki Carter]
Look, look
I make everyday my best day, I press play
It’s my prerogative like Bobby Brown from back in the day
We Taylor like the chucks from back in the day for basketball play
I’m player, I got 7 basketball booties 24 hours a day
7 is a god number, 7 means strength
But it took you 7 days to find out you weak as a bitch
I’m wide open like the open ocean, keep your mind focused
(Keep your mind focused, keep your mind focused)
I got so high one day that I thought Monday was Saturday
I’m so Taylored I talk like [?] like NFL on Sunday
My [?] infinite like [?] jump in it
Sponsored by Reebok so you know there’s a bump
In it
But I’m an artist, never starving, paint to carving
[?]
I got my eyes on the prize [?] like some [?]
I’m so cool, whipping through [?]
Tuki Carter’s my name brand but I ain’t happened over name brands
Don’t stop it, I flex it, I cop it
It’s Taylor Gang over everything like ’02
It’s Tuki [?] I don’t know you, owe you

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up stoned, my niggas at the pull up zone
Pulled out the cars, niggas pull out their phones
I’m tryna hit, baby first give me dome
We make the best of our time alone
What we do next, nobody know
Get my check then I gotta go
I’m in a new city, new state
Bout my money so I can’t be too late
Roll a joint, take it to the face
I’m with a chick, don’t even know her race
Question my gang, I say “We going places”
Don’t have to play cause they know our faces
I got credit, nigga dead that shit
And I ain’t worried bout the paper cause I get that shit
And ain’t no point in looking back cause I’m ahead of you pricks
I’m getting cheddar and my whips is better and my bitch a ten
You ain’t throwing up the gang then we don’t comprehend
If we ain’t come up from the mud then you not my friend
Either you got a pound of weed or you got some gin
I get it poppin’ soon as the show’s over, them draws dropping
They don’t got to ask around, they just know I’m hot
I’m wheeling dirt bikes or somewhere smoking pot
Tripping on how close you got and got a culture shot

Juice WRLD – Black & White Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Verse 1]
Lord have mercy
I know that these percys finna hurt me
Ayy, sometimes I feel like they doin’ surgery
Tell me, are they workin’, (are they workin’) are they workin’
Tell me, are they workin’
I party too damn much
Ayy, and you niggas can’t keep up
I’m getting too fucked up, too fucked up, yeah
I’m too fucked up, won’t look up til’ the sun come up
Pills with the Hennessy I might throw up
I might throw up, I’ll be okay

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Verse 2]
Every day’s a party, don’t let no one tell you different
No lames allowed, you should really keep your distance
Smokin’ on loud, and that codeine I sip
Pullin’ up that purple shit until they see my piss
R.I.P Prince, we got purple rain on deck
She loves Bobby Brown so he keep the Cane on deck
There be haters ’round, keep an AK on deck
Man down, man down [? on board]
Party animals, I’m a lion in the zoo
Party animals, I’m a lion in the zoo
Party animals, I’m a party animal

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Outro]
Before the night begins
Before the night begins

Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

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[Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go!
(Mustard on the beat ho!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…

Chief Keef – Musty (feat. Lil Bibby & Ballout) (The W Mixtape)

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[Intro: Chief Keef]
KidWonder, you made this beat? Dang!
(Let’s get it)
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
Your bitch wanna get real touchy

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do shit for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up
(Let’s get it)

[Verse 1: Ballout and Chief Keef]
Running up them bands, I get money
I’m my own boss, I’m tryna front me
Foreign in the back, foreign in the front of me
A couple bands ain’t enough for my tummy
I’ma call the shooters, tell them round up
They ain’t know a diamond til’ they found us
In the strip club, tell ’em bring the ones out
Bet I had them bitches runnin’ with they buns out
Hella dirty fantas and sprites
You getting bread, let’s get a slice
Drop a bitch off at Venice
Look, a gorilla in ice
Police got me on a heat sheet
I’m stepping on the bitches, they beneath me
I just pulled up on GLO GANG Street
I just bought a street sweeper, sweep sweep

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do shit for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up
(Let’s get it)

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Said I walk up in the spot, but I’m smelling like a pound
Busting at the top, Play with me it’s going down
We the hottest niggas round, we might show up to your town
On my neck, a hundred thou’, touch, I put you in the ground
Tried to swim in water with the sharks, he gon’ drown
White bitch sniffin’ white, shit, I call her Bobby Brown
Tryna get my dick wet, you ain’t fucking dipset
I ain’t had a hit yet, still got a big check

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do shit for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoke on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up
(Let’s get it)

Musty – Chief Keef feat. Lil Bibby lyrics

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Lyrics Chief Keef – Musty

KidWonder, you made this beat? Dang!
(Let’s get it)
A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
Your b*tch wanna get real touchy(musty)

A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
That b*tch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do s**t for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up.

Running up them bands, I get money
I’m my own boss, I’m tryna front me
Foreign in the back, foreign in the front of me
A couple bands ain’t enough for my tummy
I’ma call the shooters, tell them round up
They ain’t know a diamond til’ they found us
In the strip club, tell ’em bring the ones out
Bet I had them b*tches runnin’ with they buns out
Hella dirty fantas and sprites
You getting bread, let’s get a slice
Drop a b*tch off at Venice
Look, a gorilla in ice
Versuri-lyrics.info
Police got me on a heat sheet
I’m stepping on the b*tches, they beneath me
I just pulled up on GLO GANG Street
I just bought a street sweeper, sweep sweep.

A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
That b*tch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do s**t for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up.

Said I walk up in the spot, but I’m smelling like a pound
Busting at the top, Play with me it’s going down
We the hottest niggas round, we might show up to your town
On my neck, a hundred thou’, touch, I put you in the ground
Tried to swim in water with the sharks, he gon’ drown
White b*tch sniffin’ white, s**t, I call her Bobby Brown
Tryna get my d*ck wet, you ain’t f*cking dipset
I ain’t had a hit yet, still got a big TEC.

A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
That b*tch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do s**t for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoke on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors uppp.
Chief Keef lyrics
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French Montana – White Dress

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[Intro]
Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though

[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy, [?] a million

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

White dress – French Montana lyrics

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Lyrics French Montana – White dress

Hey ..
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though.(white dress)

I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Ciroc for your tears.

‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww.

I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
f*ckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some h**s in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes f*ckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I f*cked my accountant
That p***y’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump f*cked up a Visa
B***h I’m no regular, b***h I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, b***h I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy, .. a million.

‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, owww.
French Montana lyrics
Video dress

FRENCH MONTANA – White Dress lyrics

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Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
[?]

[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with [?]
Wrath with the styles
Talkin’ me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty [?]
See the future like I’m Rocco
And I fall feel like [?]
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreign
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Cors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I [?] on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie [?] with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy [?] a million

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

Jacquees – Shot (Since You Playin Album)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Don’t say no
You’re all for me girl ohh
Don’t say no

[Verse 1]
Baby baby I’m the new nigga
Rocking shows oh I’m taking pictures
Know you want me baby
I know you probably want me baby
Keep your hair all neatly, better tie it up when you see me
Glass house full of ?
Cop a ? like I’m CB
Fuck all the talking, girl it’s time for shots
I’ll drink you down, don’t you tell me stop
When you see me on your TV
Know you usually ain’t easy
Got Patron cups or the Hennessy
Baby tell me what’s your fantasy

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)

[Verse 2]
I’ma love you all night
He ain’t even do you right
He ain’t even worth a try
Oh what a waste of time
I’m Bobby Brown with the grind
Let’s get away for the night
Let’s step away from the light
I’ll put my face by your tights
She got thang for them diamonds (For them diamonds)
Want me to drape her out in diamonds (In diamonds)
You want my love, you better show out
Girl I wish I knew you before you blowed up

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)

Juelz Santana – Drake Voic

Azlyrics

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?]
Told ’em sample Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch
And she got that my life’s a mess look
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Amaury jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

Juelz Santana – Drake Voice Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?] Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch and she got that [?]
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Aumary jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

HorseShoe Gang – Out Of Touch (Anti-Trap Music Album) letras

Azlyrics

[Interlude]
(Crying) This crack shit man is got me man
Got no control over it ma. I’m trying to kick man
This be calling me man calling me man
I just gotta go to it

[Julius Interlude]
Yeh. That’s how you got our people sounding dumb mothafuckers
Fuck this. Yeh. Check it

[Verse 1: Julius]
2Pac was cryo genetically frozen now I’m him un-thawed
Realest mothafucker anybody ever saw
I grew up around hell and niggas coping that raw
My neighbors walking round with that Bobby Brown jaw
I think that’s why I’m confused I’m amused I’m perplex
How niggas rap about drugs but never about it’s effects
Labels want you rapping about trapping to succeed
Now these mice running to the trap to get the cheese
Jay-Z never made D-boy music for bitches bodies to twerk
Hustler music is one fasten of his body of work
Fuck the trap, Nigga I rather set a mothafucker free
If trap music have to die, then Sailor motherfuckin’ V

[Hook: Julius]
I can’t feel it, maybe I’m too numb
Since I can’t feel it, Do that mean I’m outta touch?
Oh man, I can’t feel it (can’t feel it x2)
Man I can’t feel it (can’t feel it x2)
All they rap about is trapping I swear I had enough
What the fuck happened to the shit I used to love
They rap about drugs that’s killing the kids
I ain’t fucking with it on some real nigga shit

[Verse 2: Demetrius]
My lil’ niece said she a trap queen
But she don’t know what that mean
She don’t know no crack fiend
She not in love with the coco oh no
She don’t know about that scene
She just wanna sing along the song that her whole class sing
Your lyrics are irresponsible and who ever sponsors you irresponsible too
My lyrics’ll mirror what Pac’ll do
You hear a "Dear Mama 2" before I’m you
It’s now impossible for you to have a clear conscience Dropping that pure garbage
I’m dropping that pure knowledge
My lyrics is near conscience too
My content can cure nonsense when I’m holding the listener’s ear hostage
Jewels I’m here to drop a few
You making crack hooks
Hooking for crack
You niggas prostitude

[Verse 3: Kenny]
These trap niggas can’t really be forreal
What the deal? Since you deal, you think you real
You mothafuckers warm wine you need to chill
We all pay for our mistakes and you will receive a bill
Trap music dying is my dream fulfilled
Cause those type of bricks won’t help our people build
Like Comedy Central they promoting Key N’ Peele
Feeding children the message that is no thing to kill
Our own

Wintertime – All The Time 2 letras

Azlyrics

[Intro]

[Verse]
Wintertime all the time ooh, look at the way that I move
Disrespectful and I’m rude, I had cocaine in the school
Winter one hell of a kid, smokin’ gas, juggin’ mids
What you doin’ I done did, slick talkin’ since a jit
I know that this what they want
Run up some money I’m gone
I’m the truth like Ron, sippin’ lean the same one
I taught myself to finesse, I taught myself how to jugg
Bein’ broke was no fun, scope 12 and I run
Diamonds on me like minerals
Keep when I open for it’s wintercoat
Wintertime I keep shit original, you niggas look and sound identical
I don’t wanna do no interviews, I just wanna run up decimals
I been sayin’ what I was finna do, I’m Buzz Lightyears ahead of you
Now I gotta shine on ’em, winter bitch it ain’t no autumn
I got yoga fire, no Dhalsim
Brucey told me get ’em so I got ’em
I ain’t slippin’, I ain’t fallin’
I’m the champ Seth Rollins, D Russel how I’m ballin’
The NBA keep callin’
Stay ten toes down, you wouldn’t last in my shoes though
I’m a dog, no Cujo, your girl call me Papi Chulo
I don’t even like to rap, almost went back to the trap
My brother told me not to risk it, I thought about it and I listened
Started singin’ for the bitches ’cause I don’t fuck with none of these niggas
I don’t really make no friendships, stay to myself and I kick shit
Word around town Wintertime the new Bobby Brown
And I’m pullin’ up from way downtown, think I’m Like Mike Lil’ Bow Wow
And you never catch me divin’ in the crowd
Fuck rollin’ loud, I was rollin’ loud
Wintertime the general, no Colin Powell
And for all the real ones I’ma hold it down
Posted up smokin’ up the pound, them hoes hated now they on me now
Run a bag like I’m Ronnie Brown
Wintertime the GOAT boy wipe me down, ya dig
[Outro]
Wintertime all the time ooh, yeah
Wintertime all the time ooh, swag
Wintertime all the time ooh, ok
Wintertime all the time ooh, aight
Wintertime all the time ooh, I am