Milli Major – Shut Down The Dance Lyrics (feat. Prez T & Paper Pabs)

[Bridge: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance

[Hook: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
Yeah, you know my team
Bagged the promoters
Drinks on me
There’s queues outside
Like say the entry’s free
That’s it, I’m onstage next
Then assess the P

[Verse 1: President T]
Man wanna talk all greaze
Without the action, back in the day
I was a G, but it ain’t faction
Talking wicked, when it comes down to the crunch
I saw the reaction, said he was an MC, that was a myth
Babylon raided my drum, what did they find?
That was the piff
I said what did they find?
Suitcase packed with money and gold, nah
Suitcase packed with money and dreams
All that I know is money and fiends
There’s no place that President T won’t visit, is it?
If man wanna talk about guns or jail, I’ll have to quiz it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Paper Pabs]
Shut down the dance, man’ll get lean
Like man are tryna cut down carbs
You ain’t never had no girls on stage
You ain’t never shut down Prague
You ain’t never caught no planes then got picked up
Then picked up mics
Bloodline fam be the campaign
Shutdown bars with the champagne life
I can shut down a rave on Skype
I can shut down a rave on Facetime
All of the raves are shutdown ramp
I don’t know what you heard on the grapevine
Ain’t no place on Earth that I can’t relax, fact
Can you put your hands in the air till your arms collapse?
Perhaps

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Milli Major]
Anywhere we go, we shut down the dance
London, Manny, Brum, France
Leeds, Leicester, Bristol, Prague
One two drinks makes anyone rough
Had too much, now I’m fully turnt up
But it’s all love so push your hands up
If the whip breaks down, you push your damn car
That’s the only time you push the damn car
Might just shell
Shut down the place then move your girl
Ain’t going my crib, stay at hotel
Ask the reception room 112
Yeah, yeah, just know I’ll be gone by the morning
I ain’t gonna stick around for the talking
Gotta hit it, and I ain’t calling
If you ain’t fam, you better keep walking

[Bridge] + [Hook]

Yung Tory – Itsy Bitsy Thotty Lyrics

[Chorus]
The itsy bitsy thotty stay at her mama house
She f**ked the whole gang like what’s this all about?
The sun came up so I kicked the thotty out
Stupid lil’ thotty wanna suck me for the clout
The itsy bitsy thotty stay at her mama house
She f**ked the whole gang like what’s this all about?
The sun came up so I kicked the thotty out
Stupid lil’ thotty wanna suck me for the clout

[Verse]
Stupid drip, all these thots feelin’ me
She suckin’ dick, lots of thot-ivity
I’m in the VIP, Henny bottles, give me three
Got my hands on her hips, I’m an athlete
She want a relationship
But she ain’t on shit, she chasin’ dick
Don’t play with me, I hate that shit
She f**ked the whole gang, how you save that bitch, bitch?
Aw shit, lit, she on shit
I’m just sippin’ this Henny, tryna plot on her friend
She pulled up in a Benz, I got top in the Benz
Girl, I walk with the bands, let’s go shopping in France
I cannot be your man, uh

[Chorus]
The itsy bitsy thotty stay at her mama house
She f**ked the whole gang like what’s this all about?
The sun came up so I kicked the thotty out
Stupid lil’ thotty wanna suck me for the clout
The itsy bitsy thotty stay at her mama house
She f**ked the whole gang like what’s this all about?
The sun came up so I kicked the thotty out
Stupid lil’ thotty wanna suck me for the clout

[Outro]
She want a relationship
But she ain’t on shit, she chasin’ dick
Don’t play with me, I hate that shit
She f**ked the whole gang, how you save that bitch?

Malicorne – La Fille Soldat Lyrics

La jeune demoiselle a perdu son amant
N’est-ce pas bien dommage dès l’âge de quinze ans ?
Elle s’en va l’attendre à l’ombre de ces bois
Mais elle a beau attendre son amant ne vient pas

Rossignolet sauvage rossignolet charmant
Apprends-moi des nouvelles de mon très cher amant
Oh ton amant la belle il est bien loin d’ici
À vingt cinq jours de marche y a bien de quoi marcher

Habille-toi la belle habille-toi en guerrier
Tu marcheras sans doute trente six jours entiers
Quand la belle fut en prusse aperçoit son amant
Qui faisait l’exercice au beau milieu du rang

Ah dis-moi donc la belle qui t’a envoyé ici ?
Apprends-moi des nouvelles des garçons du pays
Les garçons du village ils sont tous mariés
Il y a que toi volage qui m’ait abandonné

Te chagrine pas la belle nous nous marierons
Dans un pays de france ou dans le piemont
Te chagrine pas la belle nous nous marierons
Dans un pays de france ou dans le piemont
Savoie

Malicorne – L’auberge Sanglante Lyrics

Un compagnon si brave son tour de france allait
S’en va chez une hôtesse pour y loger
Bonjour dame l’hôtesse logerions-nous ?

Quand vient vers les sept heures le garçon de souper
Dites dame l’hôtesse souperions-nous ?
Oui mon brave jeune homme attablez-vous

Appelle la servante petite jeanneton
Donne de ce bon lièvre à ce garçon
Car ce brave jeune homme a de l’argent

Quand vient vers les neuf heures le garçon demandait
Dites dame l’hôtesse coucherions-nous ?
Oui mon brave jeune homme j’ai lit pour vous

Appelle la servante petite jeanneton
Amène moi cet homme là-haut dans la maison
À la plus haute chambre en vérité

Tout en montrant la chambre la servante pleurait
Que pleurez vous la belle que chagrinez ?
Tout en montrant la chambre tant soupirez

Mon brave gentilhomme je pleure que de vous
Là-haut dedans la chambre dessous le lit
Il y a quatre cadavres je vous le dis

Comment pourrais-je faire pour passer cette nuit ?
Faudra prendre un cadavre dessous le lit
Le mettre à votre place pour cette nuit

Quand vient vers les onze heures le garçon de veiller
L’hôte avecque l’hôtesse ils se sont levés
De marteau et de pierre l’ont massacré

Quand vient vers les cinq heures le garçon s’est levé
Rendez-moi ma valise assassineurs
Mon sac avec ma canne maudits voleurs

Appelle la servante petite jeanneton
Tiens dedans ma valise il y a de l’argent
Tu m’as sauvé la vie pour cette nuit

Ramasse ton bagage petite jeanneton
Car nous irons ensemble dans ma maison
Nous marierons ensemble à la saison

Malicorne – Le Prince D’orange Lyrics

C’est le prince d’orange tôt matin s’est levé
Est allé voir son page va seller mon coursier
Que maudit soit la guerre ! va seller mon coursier

Mon beau prince d’orange o’ voulez-vous aller ?
Je veux aller en france o’ le roi m’a mandé
Que maudit soit la guerre ! o’ le roi m’a mandé

Mit la main sur la bride le pied dans l’étrier
Je partis sain et sauf et j’en revins blessé
Que maudit soit la guerre ! et j’en revins blessé

De trois grands coups de lance qu’un anglais m’a donné
J’en ai un à l’épaule et l’autre à mon côté
Que maudit soit la guerre ! et l’autre à mon côté

J’en ai un à l’épaule et l’autre à mon côté
Un autre à la mamelle on dit que j’en mourrai
Que maudit soit la guerre ! on dit que j’en mourrai

Le beau prince d’orange est mort et enterré
L’ai vu porter en terre par quatre cordeliers
Que maudit soit la guerre ! par quatre cordeliers

XVI’me siècle. l’orage gronde, et il fait très sombre, le soldat part à la guerre. il chante et il rugit comme un lion, et chaque coup de lance devient une poussière d’étoiles; puis il tombe dans son sang, et ses os pourrissent sur le champ de bataille

Les Rita Mitsouko – Badluck Queen Lyrics

Play the game
Feel the flow
No ! you’re under pressure
Watch the flame
Feel the glow
No ! You’re under pressure

Archduchess of Austria
In a world that’s changing
Queen of France
In a world that’s bleeding
Daughter of Emperor François
Not a chanceÂ…

Peace and love
But love’s in piece
No ! You’re under pressure

Sing ad dance
What else to do
No ! you’re under pressure

Archduchess of Austria
In a world that’s changing
Queen of France
In a world that’s bleeding
Daughter of Emperor François
Not a chanceÂ…

Oh ! tragic destiny
For that lady
Oh ! Tragic destiny
And glittering personality

Feel the pressure in your body
Feel the pressure in your soul
Feel the pressure in your neck
On your neck Antoinette

K. Forest – New Bae Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a new bae, yeah I had to upgrade (brand new)
And my old ting cannot ride this new wave (brand new)
They be so plain, you, you be on game (for real)
No shade but I got my upgrade (for real)

[Chorus]
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae

[Verse 1]
Surfin’, surfin’, my baby she on a wave (a wave)
She got single braids lookin’ like Kim K (K)
Workin’ everyday of the week (of the week)
When that shift is done she be on fleek (on fleek)
She can, make it clap, yes I’m so proud (so)
Hand on my chin like how she do that? I don’t know how (I don’t know)
She hit the road now, battery is low now (so low)
When it dies you gon’ hit me on the iCloud
One day it’s CC the next day it’s Fendi (yeah)
Yeah she fancy but she still sip Henny
And I got plenty, plenty ’til this empty
You not make see, that’s why they got the envy (yeah)
My bae so lit yeah look like I’m an aura (yeah)
She casual, casual like Sephora (yeah)
Look I told ya that it’d be game over
Once that package come from Fashion Nova

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a new bae, yeah I had to upgrade (brand new)
And my old ting cannot ride this new wave (brand new)
They be so plain, you, you be on game (for real)
No shade but I got my upgrade (for real)

[Chorus]
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae

[Bridge]
I got a new, new bae
I got a new, new bae
I need a new, new bae
I got a new, new bae
And that’s for real, uh
And that’s for real, uh, yeah
And that’s for..

[Verse 2]
Caramel complexion that’s my honey (that’s my honey)
She don’t gotta ask for nothin’ she got money (oh, yeah)
She got bands on top of bands, wrapped in rubber bands (yeah)
And guest request from her fans all the way from France (yeah)
She hit my FaceTime sayin’ “bonjour” (what’s up?)
I’m watchin’ her blend colors with the contour (what’s up?)
This velour, that’s what she known for (yeah)
And she help me pick my fits when I got on tour (so real)
That’s a savage, yeah that’ what I see, see
Not a bajan but that’s my lil’ RiRi (yeah)
She keep it thuggin’, Jeezy on repeat (yeah)
And she collect the bag, I’m talkin’ weekly (yeah)
I got the upgrade, rollin’ high grade (yeah)
Newest update, I don’t downgrade (yeah)
Kicked out my old ting, (shh), out the back door
‘Cause you not gonna find this at no AppStore (ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
Got a new bae, yeah I had to upgrade (brand new)
And my old ting cannot ride this new wave (brand new)
They be so plain, you, you be on game (for real)
No shade but I got my upgrade (for real)

[Chorus]
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae
No shade, no shade, no shade, no shade
Got a new, new bae

Joe Dassin – La Bande A Bonnot Lyrics

À la Société Générale
Une auto démarra et dans la terreur
La bande à Bonnot mit les voiles
Emportant la sacoche du garçon payeur
Dans la De Dion-Bouton qui cachait les voleurs
Octave comptait les gros billets et les valeurs
Avec Raymond-la-Science les bandits en auto
C’était la bande à Bonnot

Les banques criaient “Misérables!”
Quand s’éloignait le bruit du puissant moteur
Comment rattrapper les coupables
Qui fuyaient à toute allure à trente-cinq à l’heure?
Sur les routes de France, hirondelles et gendarmes
Etaient à leurs trousses, étaient nuit et jour en alarme
En casquette à visière, les bandits en auto
C’était la bande à Bonnot

Mais Bonnot rêvait des palaces
Et du ciel d’azur de Monte-Carlo
En fait il voulait vite se ranger des voitures

Mais un beau matin la police
Encercla la maison de Jules Bonnot
À Choisy, avec ses complices
Qui prenaient dans sa chambre un peu de repos
Tout Paris arriva à pied, en tram et en train
Avec des fusils, des pistolets et des gourdins
Hurlant des balcons, les bandits en auto
C’était la bande à Bonnot

Et menottes aux mains
Tragique destin
Alors pour la dernière course
On mit dans le fourgon la bande à Bonnot

Ebenezer – South Of France Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahh, ahh

[Chorus]
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (all of your)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your)
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (ohh)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)

[Verse 1]
Shawty, I’m out by the ocean (ocean)
Just coastin’ (coast)
Waves get loud, feel the motion
Doors open
Sometimes I hear you rollin’
Girl them lightskins and them Kelly Rowlands, ohh
(Got girls white like cocaïne)
I might rent that whip you like
Might give you that dick you like (still pipe her)
Shawty, let me do you right
Shawty, let me do you right, yeah
Is this a man, you gotta call for me
And do it, let you put cuffs on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, I need you face down, ass up
I wanna catch up (all of your)

[Chorus]
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (all of your)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your)
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (ohh)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)

[Verse 2]
Blue water, nightell (splash)
Daytime, lightell
Cool breeze, right now (smoke some)
Want you, right now (right now)
Here’s the pillow, bite down (bite)
Come and see what all that ice ’bout (that ice ’bout)
You gon prolly miss your flight now
You gon prolly miss your flight now, ohh
You can not help but be curious (wanna know)
Insecurities make it hard to trust
You should f**k with a nigga like myself (f**k with a nigga like me)

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, I need you face down, ass up
I wanna catch up (all of your)

[Chorus]
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (all of your)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your)
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France
Shawty, pull up, pull up, yeah
I’m in the South of France (ohh)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)
Bring all of your friends, too
Bring all of your friends (all of your friends)

Nick Cannon – Madoff Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
Nick Cannon
This Birdman, Cash Money Stunna, mane
Just wanted to tell you keep it pushin’
Keep doin’ your thug
You know niggas proud of you
Keep risin’, keep goin’ higher
Keep gettin’ the bag
You got full support on this side of the fence
Cash Money, NCredible
(Got it on smash)
It’s a way up lifestyle
Keep blastin’, homie
Blatt, Rich Gang
(Hitmaka)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Verse 1]
I’ve been beefin’ with these niggas all winter, yeah, yes
Summer comin’, bitch, we ’bout to run it, yeah, yeah (Run it, run it)
I like millions, boy, I got a habit, yeah, yeah (Habit)
Shorty shakin’ ass, lookin’ back at it
Twenty thousand all in ones, tell them bitches, “Don’t panic” (Don’t panic)
Shakin’ like an addict, give me top like an attic
They say beware of Marshall Mathers, I’ma watch him like my Patek (Never scared)
If niggas want the static, we pull up and let ’em have it, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole ‘nother level, throw it all (Throw it all)
Money in the air, don’t give a f**k (Don’t give no f**k)
Haters really wanna beef with me, for what? (For what?)
‘Cause my diamonds, they be shinin’, got every bitch in the party like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Verse 2]
I-I-I been beefin’ with these niggas all winter, yeah, yes (Oh)
Summer comin’, bitch, we ’bout to run it, yeah, yeah (Run it, run it)
Haters in my comments, niggas hella funny
I don’t got Twitter fingers, use mine to count money (Count)
When my hands get tired, get your bitch to count it for me (Your bitch)
My main chick bad, she killin’ bitches, Ted Bundy (Killer)
Even though I do her dirty, when I f**k her, she still love me (She love me)
f**k with pretty chicks, get the dick even if you ugly (She thick)

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole ‘nother level, throw it all (Throw it all)
Money in the air, don’t give a f**k (Don’t give no f**k)
Haters really wanna beef with me, for what? (For what?)
‘Cause my diamonds, they be shinin’, got every bitch in the party like (Shake it, shake it, shake it)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Bridge]
Like I’m Madoff
Yeah, like I’m Madoff
Like I’m Madoff
f**ked some bad bitches, then I made off
Like I’m Madoff
Like I’m Madoff
Money, like I’m Madoff
f**ked them bad bitches, bad bitches, then we made off

[Outro]
How could I, a black man, a negro
A negro, a whatever
How could I be the heir of the vineyard?

Yves Duteil – La Langue De Chez Nous Lyrics

C’est une langue belle avec des mots superbes
Qui porte son histoire à travers ses accents
Où l’on sent la musique et le parfum des herbes
Le fromage de chèvre et le pain de froment

Et du Mont-Saint-Michel jusqu’à la Contrescarpe
En écoutant parler les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s’est pris dans une harpe
Et qu’il en a gardé toutes les harmonies

Dans cette langue belle aux couleurs de Provence
Où la saveur des choses est déjà dans les mots
C’est d’abord en parlant que la fête commence
Et l’on boit des paroles aussi bien que de l’eau

Les voix ressemblent aux cours des fleuves et des rivières
Elles répondent aux méandres, au vent dans les roseaux
Parfois même aux torrents qui charrient du tonnerre
En polissant les pierres sur le bord des ruisseaux

C’est une langue belle à l’autre bout du monde
Une bulle de France au nord d’un continent
Sertie dans un étau mais pourtant si féconde
Enfermée dans les glaces au sommet d’un volcan

Elle a jeté des ponts par-dessus l’Atlantique
Elle a quitté son nid pour un autre terroir
Et comme une hirondelle au printemps des musiques
Elle revient nous chanter ses peines et ses espoirs

Nous dire que là-bas dans ce pays de neige
Elle a fait face aux vents qui soufflent de partout
Pour imposer ses mots jusque dans les collèges
Et qu’on y parle encore la langue de chez nous

C’est une langue belle à qui sait la défendre
Elle offre les trésors de richesses infinies
Les mots qui nous manquaient pour pouvoir nous comprendre
Et la force qu’il faut pour vivre en harmonie

Et de l’Île d’Orléans jusqu’à la Contrescarpe
En écoutant chanter les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s’est pris dans une harpe
Et qu’il a composé toute une symphonie

Et de l’Île d’Orléans jusqu’à Contrescarpe
En écoutant chanter les gens de ce pays
On dirait que le vent s’est pris dans une harpe
Et qu’il a composé toute une symphonie

Coely – On My Own Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m ready for the time of my life
Feel fine, oh I

[Verse 1]
That’s right I’m happy as hell, happy
If you see where I’ve been already
What’s the point of it all when your mom’s still alone
And your brother can’t pay for his own damn clothes
(Damn right) Your vision blurry
But it’s feeding drive, feeding my vibe
All of my lines are a part of my our life
So we still on the grind for certain
A little bit of dirt won’t hurt ya
On the way to the promised land
Back-pack strapped to my back
Just like my mom when she came from the motherland
Big dreams and a ton of plans
Can’t see you can’t understand
And it might be odd, cause I changed the odds
But I’m still wondering (Guess I)

[Chorus]
I don’t know, I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong

[Verse 2]
And I know I gotta be grateful, cause right now it is kind of amazing
I got songs featured in playlists, still underrated
But now we got food on the table
It wasn’t always like that
Determent to fight back
You were sixteen with nothing to do
I was working my ass off, cleaning at school
(And I know)
It didn’t make my momma proud
I was helping my momma out
Little girl no, the man of the house
Gotta be strong cause my dad ain’t ‘round
From homebound, to mobile
To being on the road the whole time
France for the night, Japan for a week
But I don’t know where to go now
I’m coming home
Tell my mom I’m coming home

[Chorus]
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
Yeah-eah-ah
I’m ready for the time of my life
Yeah-eah-ah
Still fine, alright

[Verse 3]
I went from sharing a room to a room with a view and my own bed
Not home but a hotel
Oh well
I might as well kick off my shoes and I’m all set
Or I’m on set, a stage called home
Queen on her throne, deep in my zone
Thousands of people screaming my name, so i give it my all
But still I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
Where the f**k I belong
I try to hide, avert my eyes
I’m traveling time on my own
But still I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong
So I try to hide, avert my eyes
I’m traveling time on my own

[Chorus]
I don’t know I don’t know
I been sitting on my own on my own
You could say that I don’t know I don’t know
Where the f**k I belong

Headie One – Charades Lyrics (feat. Fred Again..)

[Intro]
Yo Fred, been dealin’ with a few situations out ‘ere man
But, I’m just sorting it all out, that’s why I’ve been a bit quiet
And then… yeah, I’m active again
You say One
Headie, One
Headie, One (One)
Headie, One
One

[Chorus]
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France
They talk like they are
(Turn, turn, turn
Told me turn
They told me turn)

[Verse 1]
All I know is money and beef
Don’t think I left it all in the past
How these opp boys say they want beef
But they ain’t got bread, that’s all in their arse
All my young boys like ten or nine
Guess they all wanna chart
Skengs, Rambos, flickys
We got them all in the car
How many man have the gangdem got?
How many time man do it all bait on the mains?
Go wish that man’s not hot
Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got
Just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin’, no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
I hope I ain’t got ’bout the judge, no Judy

[Chorus]
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France

[Verse 2]
(Turn-turn-turn)
All I know is money and beef
Don’t think I left it all in the past
Them man there different to ours
Couldn’t see them, we leave them to last
My young boy was slackin’ in the T
I just gave him a kick up the arse
Focus, workrate, progress
Put in that work then he’s up
How many man have the gangdem got?
How much residue in my pot?
How much pressure did we put on opps?
How many times did we out the lot?
Feds tryna find my spot
Man tryna right my wrongs
So I just write a song

[Bridge]
Two bad B’s in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambo’s, symmetary, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VV’s in the middle
D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle
I know feds hate to see me winnin’
They just wanna see me in the system
All of those times it was [?], now we litty
Cah my Laurent from [?] I be able to
Two bad B’s in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambo’s, symmetary, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VV’s in the middle
D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle
I just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin’, no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
I hope I ain’t got ’bout the judge, no Judy

[Chorus]
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France

[Outro]
Talk like they are
Foldin’ their arms
One
Talk with them arms

Dooz Kawa – Message Aux Anges Noirs Lyrics

[Couplet 1]
J’retiens ceux qui me l’ont dit
Depuis c’est sûr, j’vais de mal en pis
L’artiste autiste est l’enfant qui pleure sur la mélodie
Hyper sensible comme un ado qui prend que des bâches
Comme un radeau sur le creux d’la vague
J’suis c’lui qu’écrit sous trop d’hydromel
Et dans l’intro l’gars qui crie trop mal
À faire des lalalalala freestyle
J’en perds mon hydrolat lacrymal
Pour porter tous les non-dits
Aspergé à la lacrymo
Comme si j’introduisais le crime au… Paradis
J’observe les Anges parader, paraît-il
Que l’amour n’est pas gratuit dans les grandes villes !
Les anges s’épanchent
T’as déjà vu saigner leurs manches ?
Scintiller l’ambulance
Déjà si loin, tournant au coin en silence
T’as déjà vu saigner un ange ?
L’ange que tu voyais pas cultivant l’amour en soi
Cueillant des mydriases un soir
Message aux anges noirs

[Couplet 2]
Des soleils noirs et des nuits blanches
Des regards tristes et dangereux
La fin des temps, la mort de Dieu
On y arrive les larmes aux yeux
Bien dérisoires face à l’histoire
Celle qu’on enseigne dans les écoles
Des assassins qui font le bien
Les fous nous passent la camisole
J’ai entendu “Révolution !”
À l’hallali et blablabla
Il paraît qu’on est que des pions
Qu’on se fracasse contre des croix
Mon monde gronde
Sous l’obscurité journalière
Celle qui rendit mon esprit sombre
J’ai peur quand s’éteint la lumière
Notre avenir est compromis
Et le foetus meurt dans les gogues
Puisque notre monde est promis
Aux plus pourris des démagogues
Ces candidats sempiternels
Pour un naufrage universel
C’est pas demain qu’ils nous épatent
Placent un fils de pute à l’EPAD
Il y avait les requins marteaux
Voilà les requins voleurs
Ne peuvent s’arrêter de nager
Comme des putains juste pour une heure
Puisque leur nature est servile
Que les anges ont les ailes brisées
C’est la démolition des villes
Et les convois d’voitures brûlées
Pourquoi l’État nous violerait-il ?
Puisqu’ils peuvent nous baiser
Nous abaisser, ils nous dominent
Nous nous penchons, les mains liées
Ce soir les espoirs se déchaînent
Comme les esclaves en Virginie
Même si les CRS se pointent
Comme les tétons à Virginie
Les déserteurs aux képis blancs
Sont les enfants du régiment
Et le public de mes concerts
Ne salue plus le président
Monte à l’assaut contre les troupes
Avec nos frères qui brûlent de rage
Le drapeau bleu et blanc et rouge
Pour que le noir flotte aux nuages
C’est pas la juste nécessité
Mais c’est la juste évolution
D’une bien triste société
Qui vit toujours sous perfusion
Si les grands soirs sont revenus
Les dinosaures d’un monde perdu
On les a vus et bien pendus
Pour oublier que l’heure est grave
Tard, on a libéré Bagdad
Les chars paradent dans Stalingrad
Exécutons les Ben Laden
Mais plus les choses, soi-disant, changent
Plus elles restent les mêmes
Restent les rêves, dans les poèmes
Ne reste rien dans les abîmes
Ne reste rien, que des je t’aime
Et encore… ces “je t’aime” on s’les imagine
J’suis sur le ring, mes rimes font saigner les enceintes
Crochet,crochet, jab, direct feinte
J’continuerai si c’est la fin
’cause… THAT’s entertainment !!!….

I’m just playing France, you know I love you

Meak – Micro En Cuir Lyrics

Un rappeur prend des risques à chaque déclaration
Le moindre mot, la moindre phrase c’est comme tacler dans la surface de réparation
J’suis pas leader, encore moins favori sur l’papier
De l’intérieur du cœur j’ai pris l’rap à contrepied
Les défenseurs sont à la rue, déroutés par mes feintes
J’ai l’crayon aiguisé on m’surnomme attaquant d’pointe
Ils portent plainte parce que j’joue pas dans les règles sans doute
Ils veulent me voir plus insolent qu’l’équipe de France de foot
Instinct de buteur, j’cours vers les cages avec style
J’ai l’niveau d’ambition d’un qatari qui investit
Mes adversaires s’vexent quand j’les écrase, ça craint
Car les poètes font des gros scores à coups d’quatrains
Ils veulent que j’trinque avec eux, mais j’bois pas dans c’verre sale
Car si je vise trop haut, j’risque la barre transversale
Car entre deux potos y’a toujours un filet
Il faut bien choisir son camp pour éviter d’avoir à s’défiler

Ref :
J’vais d’l’avant et promis je n’changerai pas d’camp
Ma défense est si bonne mon gardien n’porte pas d’gant
Je veux construire le jeu, pas le détruire donc je
Brosse mon tir avec mon micro en cuir
X2

Ils m’tentent par des chèques et des grosses parts de gateau
J’me sens comme une proie qu’on courtise à l’heure du mercato
Mais comment jouer pour une équipe si j’sens qu’c’est pas la mienne
J’veux pas être faux, j’refuse de simuler à l’italienne
J’crée l’étonnement parce que j’vise pas le disque d’or
Je passerai plus pour un joueur placé en position de hors jeu
Quand j’sens que j’déborde, j’centre illico
En écrivant mes rimes j’prends mon pied comme un footeux devant l’classico
Et même si j’rappe à temps plein, jamais mon inspiration n’diminue
Car je compte exister plus d’90 minutes
Et si par chance sur mon équipe tu veux miser ton fric
J’aimerais pouvoir te dire un jour qu’ton pari est magique
Effort et discipline, mes mots t’vont droit au cœur comme un amorti d’la poitrine
Et si tu joues pour blesser, sache que j’suis pas dans l’même cas
Quand eux ils frappent en force, moi j’sors la panenka

Ref

J’rappe à but non lucratif j’connais ni perte ni gain
Le taux d’intérêt nul comme la plupart des matchs de ligue 1
J’m’efforce à rester digne même quand j’suis encerclé
J’refuse la violence, je préfère la jouer fair play
J’ai mon poing serré vers les cieux
Conscient qu’y’a pas besoin d’être argentin pour touché par la main de Dieu
File moi une feuille afin qu’j’écrive sans bévue ni gène
Sans être aveuglé par le nuage des fumigènes

Ref

Chuck Berry – It Wasn’t Me Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, baby; no, it wasn’t me, baby
It must have been some other body, uh uh, baby, it wasn’t me

[Verse 1]
Said he was cold, tired and hungry, came a-begging for bread
The lady took him in and fed him breakfast in bed

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, boss; mmm-mmm, boss, it wasn’t me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, boss, it wasn’t me

[Verse 2]
You say you saw my car parked in the drive-in one night
Came over to speak to me, I was out of sight

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, baby, mmm-mmm, baby, it wasn’t me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, baby, it wasn’t me

[Verse 3]
Yes, a shrewd young whipper snapper love to run and play
But the draft board got him, they inducted him today

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, Sergeant; mmm, Sergeant, it wasn’t me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Sarge, it wasn’t me

[Verse 4]
I met a German girl in England who was going to school in France
Said we danced in Mississippi at a Alpha Kappa dance

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, Officer; no, Officer, it wasn’t me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Officer, it wasn’t me

[Verse 5]
Wailing down the freeway, testing out the cruising power
The state trooper trailing, clocked him ninety miles per hour

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, Sheriff; mmm-mmm, Sheriff, it wasn’t me
Ah! It must have been some other body, uh uh, Sheriff, it wasn’t me

[Verse 6]
Calling for brave young soldiers, needed on the front row
Lieutenant said, “Which one of y’all volunteer to go?”

[Chorus]
It wasn’t me, Captain; mmm-mmm, Captain, it wasn’t me
It must have been some other body, mmm-mmm, Captain, it wasn’t me

Casus Belli – Lyon’ (2000) Lyrics

[Couplet 1]
Lyon, c’est la où j’habite, la où les mc jactent vite
Là où quand des stars descendent, les putes du moove sucent des bites
Lyon, rimes qui abritent, les fout tous aux abris
T’es fou quand on arrive, ça nique tous au moins c’est pratique
Lyon, c’est la province, s’tu veux c’est la East-Coast de France
C’est la d’où on vient, wesh pélo qu’est-ce t’en penses?
Lyon, ville grillée, ville des casses bélier
Ça par souvent en couilles, tu te fais sauter c’est Marlius Berlier
Lyon, c’est notre planète, on dit pélo et pas mecs!
Si tu vas a Perrache le soir , tu verras des types pas nets
Lyon, ville de Haisseur , ville de sacré baiseurs
T’aimes pas notre style agresseur, bah nique ta mère et ta soeur
Lyon, c’est la seule ville ou y’a pas de rappeurs célèbre
Lyon, c’est le transbordeur, les mollard au bout des lèvres
Lyon, c’est les squatteurs de la Part Dieu les rouilleurs
Quand on s’y retrouve a plusieurs en hiver la tension s’élève

[Refrain] X 2
Ouais, ouais
J’vis dans une ville de trépanés
Ouais, ouais
Viens a Lyon, tu vas chère planer
Ouais, ouais
Quelqu’un qui f**k Lyon, il est pas né
Ouais, ouais
Impossible de nous détrôner

[Couplet 2]
Lyon, wesh c’est la ville du bordel c’est la ville du zbeul, ou casus belli rap c’est hella
Lyon, wesh c’est la qui y a du bon Tabassla
Et c’est là qu’ya ceux niquent le cap d’Agde c’est ceux la
Lyon, c’est la qu’il y a les pélos qui retournent la Suisse
Vu qu’Genève c une pute, autant lui écarter les cuisses
Lyon, qui pour faire du rap n’est pas propice
C’est comme de partout en France, pélo on nique la police
Lyon, c’est saint Paul ,st joseph et Villefranche
Quand tu passe devant klaxonne monte aux mecs ce dont tu penses
Lyon, c’est la Funk, les meilleur danseurs de France
Tu veux du break et des feintes, va l’opéra ça se dépensent
Lyon, les soirées guaires au fish,et khal a la cour
D’habitude on s’fait refoule,quand c’est soiré rap on accourent
Lyon, si tu veux banave, ça s’passe a Bellecour
Et si tu veux du h’lab, va Place du Pont et ses alentours
Lyon, c’est les putes de l’est qui st la tous les jours
Tu vas vers Gerland ou vers les quais, et tu leur fait l’amour
Lyon, c’est balourd quand on y habite on sort ça
Mais quand on bouge pélo on est tchallé de dire qu’on sort d’la !

[Refrain] X 2
Ouais, ouais
J’vis dans une ville de trépanés
Ouais, ouais
Viens a Lyon, tu vas chère planer
Ouais, ouais
Quelqu’un qui f**k Lyon, il est pas né
Ouais, ouais
Impossible de nous détrôner

[Pont]
6-9 sur la cote ça va baliser, des p’tites équipes en forces pour tétaniser
En boite, des p’tits pas improviser, sur le parking , freins a main ça va haysser

[Couplet 3]
C’est pas un hasard si le rap y veut pas percer on a pas les lèvres gercés on est pas du genre à sucer
Lyon c’est bizarre depuis qui y a la carte UGC les cinémas son grillés s’tu me crois pas bah essai
Lyon c’est rue de la Ré si tu veux rue de la frime
C’est la ou sans arrêt les pélos qui s’la pètent s’expriment
Lyon c’est les tarés les soir rue Sainte Catherine
Entre les bars et les kebabs souvent une bagarre en prime
Lyon c’est l’OL qui maintenant devient conquérants
En plus shab l’ASVEL les paniers tout le temps qui rentrent
Lyon c’est Vinatier si t’es trop niqué, t’y rentre
Lyon c’est Les quartiers ou les bourgeois croquent tel des tirants
Parle pas verlan ou tu te fera critiquer on dit une patate dans ta tête et pas dans ta teuté
Lyon c’est Miribel ou tu te la rhel en été si t’es un fhal naze au font les poukaves y s’font ligoter
Lyon c’est ses quartiers
Vaux – Bron T- j’peux t’attester que c’est pas chaud que l’été
Soit pas tenter d’venir nous tester ou latter, d’entré, dater, péter

[Refrain] X 2
Ouais, ouais
J’vis dans une ville de trépanés
Ouais, ouais
Viens a Lyon, tu vas chère planer
Ouais, ouais
Quelqu’un qui f**k Lyon, il est pas né
Ouais, ouais
Impossible de nous détrôner

Corey Glover – Do You First, Then Do Myself Lyrics

Daddy loves your sweet perfume
Not the kind you bought in France
Daddy loves to smell your sex
Makes him want to scream and dance

It seems we’ve had enough profound
There’s a point you just get down
Sex seems to be your curse
Honey let me quench your thirst

I’ll do you first, then do myself
Do you first then do myself
Do you first then do

Tell me what it is you fear
Misogynistic thoughts aside
My gypsy pussy willow dear
Join the roller coaster ride

What did you expect from me?
What can I expect from you?
Now things have gone from bad to worse
So honey let me stop this hurt

I’ll do you first, then do myself
Do you first then do myself
Do you first then do

So Sunday when we go to church
Does Heaven feel any near?
Why do we call our maker’s name?
More times when you and I are here

Over and over, and over and over again
My gypsy pussy willow dear
Oh my God, oh my God

Do you first, then do myself
Do you first then do myself
Do you first then do myself

Now daddy loves your sweet perfume
Not the kind you bought in France
Daddy loves to smell your sex
Makes him want to scream and dance it

Do you first then do myself
Do you first then do myself
Do you, do you, do you first then do myself

Do you then myself
I can do myself
I’ll do you first then do myself

Do you, do you first then do

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)

Baby Keem – France Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh

[Verse 1]
I took off to France, they go crazy when I land, huh
‘Fore I hit the stage, I need the bands in my hands, huh
Bitch, I sleep, sleep with my fingers in my pants, huh
She say she a stripper, she don’t f**k, nigga, she dance, huh
Dance, huh, loco for my bitch, don’t you touch her, I go frantic
Tall, two by five, big Titanic, I’ma panic

[Chorus]
Too many options, love me ’cause I’m gettin’ poppin’, ayy
Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin’, ayy
You be imposters, you playin’ outside with the monsters, ayy
I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman’s, ayy

[Verse 2]
Stop takin’ my picture
Make your ass deliver ‘fore I leave, this ain’t no concert
Bitch, flight out the country, when I move, I’m in a saucer
Treat her like the burner, once I’m done, I’m gonna toss her
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, beat the box like Bowser
Ho, you’s a foe, ‘scuse me, I need my hours
Ho, fairy tale, no beef, bitch, you cauliflower
(Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho)
Yeah, tunnel vision, excuse me, you teeny boppers (Yeah, ayy)
Start it, bitch, I double park it (Ayy)
Double, double, double, double, bitch, I double park it (Uh)
Don’t talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, ho, ho
Don’t talk to me when I stomp in this bitch, ho, ho, yeah

[Chorus]
Too many options, love me ’cause I’m gettin’ poppin’, ayy
Take off the toppings, look in the window, we shoppin’, ayy
You be imposters, you playin’ outside with the monsters, ayy
I deal with demons, we get on your taco at Neiman’s, ayy

[Verse 3]
When I walk in this bitch, I better get my full stay
This my bitch face, nigga, get the f**k out my way
That’s a pump fake, that’s what you niggas all say
Say she love me, that’s what you bitches all say
Yeah, you lost my trust
You was surfin’ on your wave, you lose me for lust
New friends, I’m finna fight, get your mans, ho
Psych, you bow-legged ass bitch, I don’t use hands, ho
Yeah, uh, talkin’ on my name, I’m gon’ do time, ayy
Just got out of school and I’m still paying my fines, ayy
I can’t do two hoes no more, just one at a time, ayy
I can’t do two hoes no more, just one at a time

Wiz Khalifa – Taste Freestyle Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse]
Fuck them corny niggas, best believe we get it poppin’
I just gotta talk, I’m clumsy so I’ll probably drop it
Go figure, gettin’ money so they try to stop it
I pull out a knot that’s thicker than your father’s wallet
Always had to work, all my nigga from the projects
Ballin’, no alert, nope, we don’t do no gossip
Too much for my shit, bro, I don’t do no moshpits
She with me, she gettin’ flipped like a fuckin’ socket
Doobie in my shirt, ‘nother OZ in my pants
Ice on my hands, melt it, help you water plants
Yours never dance, eyes like I’m from Japan
In my Benz, gettin’ fried like I come from France
Money too wide for a rubber band
Runnin’ in, tryna cure the hate that they sufferin’
From underneath the sun, tryn’ catch a tan
Tour all summer, now I’m home hittin’ [?] again
Gettin’ fresh, hundred mil, nuttin’ less
Give me brain, pass the test
Smell the strain, they impressed
Ma, rest, told me “Change my address”
Always aim for the neck, if you miss, hit the chest
I’m well known for showin’ them shit they didn’t know
But if you Snapchatting or Instagramming, you gotta go
There ain’t no one else like me that’s in the game
Lightening in my chain, I’m icy as hockey games
Need a real one that don’t like me ’cause of the fame
Hold my team down like a fight before the bell ring
Ain’t no refund when you cop, so what you payin’?
Ain’t no details for the cops so what you sayin’?
You went from food to starvation ’cause y’all hatin’
See what I got? That’s all patience and God’s amazing
See what I came out of dawg? That should be motivation
Now all I think about’s broad chasing and car racing
Money so long, my arm shaking, the foreign banking
I’m off the shore, flow so hot, I could spar with Satan
I open doors with my voice so [?] my face is
Rollie mixed race, got a big face
Gotta get cake, brought a big plate
Prada windbreak, thought I went late
Now that Benz skate, down the interstate
How’d I get great? Not a mistake

Chance The Rapper – Wala Cam lyrics

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Big ol’ booty gotta jump, gotta juke me
Gotta plan, gotta duty
Gotta dance, gotta boogie
I’m a fan, gotta stan
Gotta cam, it’s a movie
Make my ‘gram look like Cannes, like in France
My momma, my mamma mia
Tell me what your momma feeds you
You getting that cornbread and choreo
Let me throw you on the story though
Trying to be like story mode
You belong on the war zone on
Wala, Wala

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Nigga you can’t dance
My feet like my hands
Your feet like quicksand
Something I can’t stand
Something I just hate
I’m not on no date
Car don’t got no roof
Works, don’t got no brake
Girl don’t got no waist
Watch don’t got no face
Jet don’t got no plates
God don’t got no cape
Shoes don’t got no J’s
Don’t got no style, don’t got no taste
Bank don’t got no card, don’t got quickpay, don’t got no Chase

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

[Verse 3: Supa Bwe]
Watching DBZ
Shorty stuck to me
Like she lowkey USB
I just want some head, want some lowkey guillotine
Police watching me like I’m lowkey new TV
Like I’m serving twenty p’s
Like I lowkey used to be
Over the seas with my girl cause she over achieving
Don’t put nobody over her king
Love my life
Shorty ride my face like bike
I’ma beat it like Mike, not Ike
My spliff broke, sh*t! oh life
I might spent on you
All year, all night
I might some f*ck some ads up
Or f*ck your mans up
I might f*ck some bands up
Switch the plan up
Leave the country like right now
Shit, I might go flight
I might take off tonight
I might, I might, I might
Tonight I might

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
You need name tag
She got the same ass
Same drawers, same car
Same bag, damn fraud
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
Pop pop pop that cork
Pop it like July 4th
Shorty don’t move like yours
She get it from a store
You get it from the Stork
They don’t do this up North
They always end it [?]

[Chorus]
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala

Future – 31 DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Every now and then, you know what I’m sayin’
Most of them, majority of the time
You dig
We in that mode

[Verse 1]
This is a moment of clarity
Everything VV’s, I’m gone to the maximum
Young nigga flood out a ‘axima, flawless the face, then run through a pack of them
Everything classical, everything magical when they was checking my catalogue
Eating on caviar, smash on a stallion
Draped in medallions, yeah
The pill on the caliber
Put on the passenger
Whatever time, wherever I was at
Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
I have her flying where ever I’m at
You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not have her naked where I land
I got a second option, and fourth and fifth one whereever a nigga staying
I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands
Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can
The Glock was still on me while we was romancin’
Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France
She caramel, what’d i get a tan
I need to pay her when I get the chance
Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash
Talkin’ that shit, he get smoked like a blunt
Took a few Pakistanians to lunch
Got some little slim shit in Milan
These niggas be hatin’, putting on a front

[Chorus]
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her and made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

[Verse 2]
Doing it on a chinchilla, oh yeah
We fucking a couple of strippers together
Shawty my rider, she down for whatever
Y’all give her capital murder, her swagger killer
Shawty got more bags than a drug dealer
I put her in a Patek, I put her in the c’s
I’m on a whole ‘other level with her
Had to get a penthouse just for the freaks
So they could all come and sleep with us
We do nothing that is normal, everything we do is super gigantic
We don’t put on fugazi, everything we wear super Titanic
I just caught me a wave, feel like a nigga that jumped in the Atlantic
One hell of a car collection, pulling it up, it’s panoramic
Picked her up in a Cayenne, soon as she got in she got nothing on

[Chorus]
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her, made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

Azealia Banks – Blossom lyrics

[Refrain]
Lookin’ in the crystal ball
Get it in with Miss DuJour
Little bam’ little B to get you goin’
That’s the way I like it, uh
Give your man a kiss goodnight
In the mix with Miss Delight
And romance, we could freak do what you like
That’s the way I like it, uh
(Go!)

[Verse 1]
She offered me; let’s go
We could VIP with some Mo’
Sip drinks for the eve’, and smoke some green leaf
We poppin’ if he don’t know
I think I’m in love
In love with her
She must be from, from up above
Sure that she’s born and made, sure you wanna run away
Girl, let’s go

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Ooh, a wild array of fleur, a floral lush, a view
I thought I’d take you to, take you to
Ooh, a water-way of blue, sky flowers made a hue
They blossom just for you

[Chorus]
Aren’t you glad you came?
Aren’t you glad you came?

[Refrain]
Lookin’ in the crystal ball
Get it in with Miss DuJour
Little bam’ little B that got you goin’
That’s the way I like it, uh
Give your man a kiss goodnight
In the mix with Miss Delight
And romance, we could freak do what you like
That’s the way I like it

[Verse 2]
Girl you lookin’ kinda fun
And I’m feelin very sexy
When you wanna text me
I’ll pick you up and level with you
Delectable, purple barrettes I know
So sexual, come on, come on

[Interlude]
Get up, get up
Get up, get up
Get up, get up
Get up, get up
Fuegooo! –

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Do you even know
The kind of flower you are? Buttery-cup
Are you Freesia, Violet, Red Rose, or what?

[Chorus]
Aren’t you glad you came?
Aren’t you glad you came?

[Bridge]
She knows, she knows
She knows, she knows what I like yeah, oh

[Outro]
Tell me what you want, what you really really want
Fancy cars, dinner in a restaurant
Let’s get lost with the one who endorsed
The luxurious life that you can’t pay the cost for
Who the boss? Tony Danza
Get a divorce from your man, get ya bands up
Put on your corset and cross you to France
You’re hot, now little mama put your champ’ and ya hands up

Lin Manuel Miranda – What’d I Miss lyrics

[Company]
Seventeen. Se- se- seventeen…
Se- se- seventeen

[Burr]
1789
How does the bastard orphan
Immigrant decorated war vet
Unite the colonies through more debt?
Fight the other founding fathers til he has to forfeit?
Have it all, lose it all
You ready for more yet?
Treasury Secretary. Washington’€™s the President
Ev’€™ry American experiment sets a precedent
Not so fast. Someone came along to resist him
Pissed him off until we had a two-party system
You haven’€™t met him yet, you haven’t had the chance
‘€˜cause he’€™s been kickin’€™ ass as the ambassador to France
But someone’€™s gotta keep the American promise
You simply must meet Thomas. Thomas!

[Company]
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home
Lord he’€™s been off in Paris for so long!
Aaa-ooo!
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
France is following us to revolution
There is no more status quo
But the sun comes up
And the world still spins

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
I helped Lafayette draft a declaration
Then I said, “I gotta go
I gotta be in Monticello. “€™
Now the work at home begins.

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
So what’d I miss?
What’d I miss?
Virginia, my home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss
I’€™ve been in Paris meeting lots of different ladies…
I guess I basica€™lly missed the late eighties…
I traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
There’€™s a letter on my desk from the President
Haven’€™t even put my bags down yet
Sally be a lamb, darlin’€™, won’tcha open it?
It says the President’€™s assembling a cabinet
And that I am to be the Secretary of State, great!
And that I’€™m already Senate-approved…
I just got home and now I’€™m headed up to New York

[Ensemble]
Headin’ to New York!
Headin’ to New York!

[Jefferson]
Lookin’€™ at the rolling fields
I can’€™t believe that we are free
Ready to face
Whatever’€™s awaiting
Me in N. Y. C. 

[Jefferson]
F6/9 G13sus
But who’€™s waitin’€™ for me when I step in the place?
My friend James Madison, red in the face
He grabs my arm and
I respond
“€œWhat’€™s goin’€™ on?” 

[Madison]
Thomas, we are engaged in a battle for our nation’€™s very soul
Can you get us out of the mess we’€™re in?

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Madison]
Hamilton’s new financial plan is nothing less
Than government control
I’ve been fighting for the South alone
Where have you been? 

[Ensemble] [Jefferson]
Aaa-ooo! Uh… France.
 

[Madison]
We have to win

[Jefferson]
What’d I miss?
What’€™d I miss?
Headfirst into a political abyss!

[Ensemble]
Headfirst into the abyss!

[Jefferson]
I have my first cabinet meeting today

[Ensemble]
Chik-a-pow!

[Jefferson]
I guess I better think of something to say
I’m already on my way
G#m7(b5) Gm7
Let’€™s get to the bottom of this 

[Ensemble]
What did I miss?
(chords) C9
Ahhh

[Washington]
Mr. Jefferson, welcome home

[Hamilton]
Mr. Jefferson? Alexander Hamilton.

[Washington and ensemble]
Mr. Jefferson, welcome home

[Company]
Mr. Jefferson, welcome home
Sir, you’ve been off in Paris for so long!

[Jefferson]
So what did I miss?

N.E.R.D – Sacred Temple lyrics

[repeat 2X]
Take to the heaaaaaaaaaaaad
And buy another round

Are you down?

[Pharrell – whispering]
All that huffing puffing that you do
You got somethin on your mind
All that rocking that you do
You got somethin on your mind
I can tell by the way you move
You got somethin on your mind
It seem like you got somethin to prove
You got somethin on your mind

[Interlude]
We got a connection, some synergy
Ain’t no other woman please, it’s just you
Somewhere intersection, I feel energy
It’s like tingling, it must be true – that’s because

[Chorus]
You’re my temple, get on my knees
And I come to you, yes I come to you
It’s just that simple, your lovin heat
Like the sun would do, is why I run to you

[Pharrell – whispering]
{UHHH~!} Yeah
I like bush (take your panties off)
You’re in motion in the mirror as a rainbow dandelion
I suspect you know what it does when I see yo’ pantyline
All that lotion in your hands
You got somethin on your mind
And all that fixin in your pants
You got somethin on your mind

[Interlude] + [Chorus]

[Pharrell]
Yeah, I know you had, your ups and downs
But look at you girl, you’re on top now
You’re so attractive, it’s so magnetic (I’m attracted to you)
This thang is gettin deeper, now do you get it?
Say yeah (yeah!) Uhh
Say yeah (yeah!) C’mon
Say yeah (yeah!) UNGHH! Ohhhhh
Say yeah (yeah!) yeah..

[N*E*R*D]
{UHHH~!} Say ooh, no hands
I like the way that you dance listen to me now
Ooh, no hands
Girl shake what’chu got in them pants listen to me now
Ooh, no hands
From Florida to France
Say ooh, no hands
Tonight’s the night you got plans

[repeat 2X]
Take to the heaaaaaaaaaaaad
And buy another round

So tell me honey are you down? Cause

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Pharrell]
Yeah, I know you had, your ups and downs (your ups and downs)
But look at you girl, you’re on top now (you’re on top now)
You’re so attractive, it’s so magnetic (I can’t stay away from her)
This thang is gettin deeper, now do you get it?
Say yeah (yeah!) Uhh
Say yeah (yeah!) C’mon (I want you bad)
Say yeah (yeah!) UNGHH! Ohhhhh (I got to have)
Say yeah (yeah!)

[Outro]
{UHHH~!}
Take to the heaaaaaaaaaaaad
And buy another round
(You such a nasty girl, oooh what’s on your mind?)
Take to the heaaaaaaaaaaaad
And buy another round
(Let me in your nasty world, let me show you what it like behind)
Are you down?

J Balvin – Mi Gente (English Translation) lyrics

(feat. Willy William)

[Verse 1: J Balvin]
If the rhythm drives you to move your head
We already started it like this
My music does not discriminate against anyone
So we’re going to break it down

All of my people are moving
Look at the rhythm they have
I make music that entertains
The world wants us, wants us
And it wants me

All of my people are moving
Look at the rhythm they have
I make music that entertains
My music has them dancing strong
And they dance like that

[Verse 2: Willy William]
We are breaking the disco
The party doesn’t stop, it only starts
It’s like this, it’s like that
My darling, la la la la la
France, Colombia
I like it (Freeze)
J Balvin, Willy William
I like it (Freeze)
The DJ’s don’t lie, they like my people
And that went worldwide (Freeze)
We don’t go down, we never stop
It’s another hit and blam!

[Pre-Chorus: J Balvin, Willy Wiliam]
And where are my people?
Move your head
And where are my people?
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
One, two, three, leggo
(Ay, say yes)

[Verse 3: J Balvin]
Corner on the corner, that’s where we go
The world is big, but I have it in my hands
I’m very tough, yes, okay, there we go
And over time we keep going up

We keep breaking it here
This party will never end
Bottles up, yeah
I got them dancing, breaking, and I’m still here

We keep breaking it here
This party will never end
Bottles up, yeah
I got them dancing, breaking, and I’m still here

[Pre-Chorus: J Balvin, Willy Wiliam]
And where are my people?
Move your head
And where are my people?
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
One, two, three, leggo
(Ay, say yes)

Lil Gnar – Drop Top Benz (feat. Lil Skies) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
We pulled up in a drop top Benz

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

[Verse: Lil Gnar]
Whip the [?] the mirror, you niggas can’t stand us
Diamonds they be dripping, my left wrist look like Atlantis
Made it out the bottom, put that on my momma
It’s a rockstar party, come and pop a pill babe
Got some neck up in the foreign, had to hit the killswitch
Lot of young niggas and you know we came to kill shit
Baby girl stop whining, put that molly on your tongue
Never touched a hundred bands, how you judging up
She just wanna eat and fuck but I cannot be cuffed
Getting money everyday that be my mission
Run it up so catch me flexing in the picture
In the picture
G [?] with the red [?] you can’t get it [?]
Drop top Benz got your bitch like oh my god
Off the gas and I’m seeing stars
Bust down, that’s a [?]

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

Desiigner – Tonka lyrics

[Intro]
I tell shorty calm it down (aye)
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going tonka now
I’m going bonkers now
I tell shorty calm it down
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

[Chorus]
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going bonkers now
I got a Tonka now
I got an army now
They going bonkers now
Just in case army ’round
I’m going tonka now
I tell your bitch calm it down
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going bonkers now
I got a Tonka now
I got an army now
They going bonkers now
Just in case army ’round
I’m going tonka now
I tell your bitch calm it down

[Verse 1]
I tell yo bitch calm it down, ay
I got a army now, ay
I got tonka ’round me
They goin’ bonka now, yeah
Killers they all around
Killers got all them ’rounds
You can get lost and found
Free all my dawgs and pounds
Send his ass up, amen
I’ma keep counting them bands
I’ma keep fuckin’ in France
Iʼm up in Paris again
She gettin’ married again
Hit licks out the bando again
She eating better than him
And that keep embarrassin’ him

[Chorus]
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going bonkers now
I got a Tonka now
I got an army now
They going bonkers now
Just in case army ’round
I’m going tonka now
I tell your bitch calm it down
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going bonkers now
I got a Tonka now
I got an army now
They going bonkers now
Just in case army ’round
I’m going tonka now
I tell your bitch calm it down

[Verse 2]
Yeah we up in battle again
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
I know this never will end, huh
Iʼm gettin’ madder again
And I’ma keep trapping again
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
Iʼm not gettin’ married again, huh
Iʼm not gettin’ married again, huh
Send his ass up, amen
My army came with a tank
Iʼm puttin’ pounds in the bank
Fill his ass up and think
I put a bank in the bank
Donʼt give a fuck what you think, huh
Think, huh, think, huh
Rank, huh, rank, huh
Got bitches coming to link
I’m smoking hella the dank
You can get washed in my sink, huh
Sink, huh, sink, huh
I drill On ya boy for the rank
I overdose off a drank
I bought a new truck itʼs a Brink, huh
Brink, huh, Brink, huh
(Brink, Brink)
I sick my dawg on yo ass
I drive the ‘Rari too fast
I count a lot of new cash
I overdose and then crash (blast)
I did some things in the past
Hop in the booth and I spazz

[Chorus]
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going bonkers now
I got a Tonka now
I got an army now
They going bonkers now
Just in case army ’round
I’m going tonka now
I tell your bitch calm it down
I tell shorty calm it down
I’m going bonkers now
I got a Tonka now
I got an army now
They going bonkers now
Just in case army ’round
I’m going tonka now
I tell your bitch calm it down

A$AP Rocky – Wavybone (feat. Juicy J & UGK) lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
The hustle continues
Gettin’ money is, gettin’ money is
Put your mind to, something you want
Getin’ money is, gettin’ money is
It come true

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gettin’ money is what I do, thought you knew
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I remember all the nights on different corners spittin’ pitchin’ water
Now I’m richer off the shit I thought of
From the home of the richest ballers
I’m Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter
This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered
I went to France and almost got deported
The fans is screaming when I hit the border
I visit Nice like it’s my sisters daughter
Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all
Whore without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order
And do somethin’ different, gettin’ tired of the same old shit
When I’m spittin’ lines, ’bout the section lines, I sit you kids who listen for us
I see prison for us until we pull back, that’s a true fact
Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Candy low slider, I’m a sole survivor
Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I’m keepin’ it liver
Did not envy Joe, I thank fans, talk slow
He think he want a war but he don’t really wanna go
Gettin’ me some head from Sheryl Crow
A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow
You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes
Now I’m puttin’ em on the spot, I give a ho the blues
I’m touchin’ on a cock, I put her on the block
You think I’m startin’ over, bitch I ain’t never stop
Poppin’ the trunk, and testin’ the pills
Don’t give a fuck bout where you’re from
Don’t give a fuck bout how you feel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I’m the best still in this game, I’m rich bitch like Rick James
Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in this game
The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands
Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb
Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me
Hell naw I ain’t cuffin’ ’em I’m a dog just like Snoopy
And when I leave the mall it’s sold out, erryday shoppin’
Taylor gang, blowin’ money, 50,000 on wrist watches
100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin’ off, bitch pack your bags
Bitch I came from hell and nothin’, damn right I have to brag
Try me and I’ll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag
All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don’t lollygag

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Get money is the main reason most people wake up
The root of why most relationships is startin’ break ups
While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup
While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up
It’s an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar
Some is in the streets and some is workin’ blue collar
Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler
Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah
Been like that, ain’t a damn thing change
Money on mind, the red of my brain
Candy paint is gonna drip that stain
Lean on left, the grip of my grain
See ain’t a damn thing change but the weather
So If you ain’t breakin’ bread then we can’t even sit together

[Outro]
Gettin’ money is what I do