Vant – Welcome To The Wonderful World Of Berners Lee Lyrics

Maybe she’s a lizard
Maybe she’s a lizard
Maybe she’s a lizard who knows?

Pink links to the Wizard
Pink links to the Wizard
Pink links to the Wizard of Oz

My futile human mind has just been blown

La la la la la la la la la la
Vortex with no core
La la la la la la la la la la
Window to my soul

Help me Berners Lee I’m bored
Conspiracy I am yours

The man on the moon shot JFK
The man on the moon shot JFK
The man on the moon shot JFK
While 51 Bermuda kids say “hey hey hey hey hey”

My futile human mind has just been blown

La la la la la la la la la la
Vortex with no core
La la la la la la la la la la
Window to my soul

Help me Berners Lee I’m bored
Conspiracy I am yours
It’s the legitimacy that I just ignore

La la la la la la la la la la
Vortex with no core
La la la la la la la la la la
Window to my soul

Kim Kardashian Denies Giving North West JFK’s Bloody Shirt

Though her family is known for their over-the-top gift-gifting, Kim Kardashian is pushing back against one particular rumor about an alleged present she gave to North West for Christmas this year.

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Late last week, Kardashian revealed that she and Kanye West had given North a jacket and fedora that used to belong to Michael Jackson for Christmas. And while some criticized the extravagant gift, it appears as if others used the news as fodder for a larger online hoax.

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As Page Six reports, a doctored screenshot made to look like it was posted on Kardashian’s Instagram story began making the rounds. Using a photo from the National Archives of the bloody shirt worn by President John F. Kennedy when he was assassinated in 1963, the fake screenshot also featured a caption that read, “Along with the Michael Jackson’s jacket and hat, North also got the shirt John F. Kennedy wore when he was assassinated.”

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However, after the fake image began circulating online, Refinery 29 published an article yesterday about the alleged gift, writing in the post, “What is North West going to do with JFK’s bloody shirt? And why isn’t it in a museum?”

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And while the article has since been amended and no longer features the edited photo, it didn’t take long for Kardashian to respond to Refinery 29 via Twitter.

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“WOW this is obviously fake!,” Kardashian wrote. “I did not get JKF’s shirt. That is a sick joke that someone tweeted as a fake ig story that I never posted.”

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See Kardashian’s tweet for yourself, below.

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WOW this is obviously fake! @Refinery29 I did not get JFK’s shirt. That is a sick joke that someone tweeted as a fake ig story that I never posted. https://t.co/fajEtOrlqU

— Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) December 31, 2019

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Photo via Getty

Toro y Moi – New House Lyrics

[Hook]
I want a brand new house
Something I can not buy, something I can afford (oooh, oh)
I want a brand new house
Something I can not buy, something I can afford (oooh)
I want a brand new house
Something I can not buy, something I can afford
I want a brand new house
Something I can not buy, something I can afford

[Verse 1]
I ain’t even make it off the jetway now
Phone’s been on blast like all day (ooh)
Why you gotta do this? try to test me now
Right when I touchdown got anxiety
Follow signs out of the terminal now
JFK is a different animal now
Baggage claim is like a warzone now
Glad I packed light clothes, I’m on my own

[Hook]
I want a brand new house (brand new)
Something I can not buy, something I can afford
I want a brand new house (brand new)
Something I can not buy, something I can afford
I want a brand new house (brand new)
Something I can not buy, something I can afford
I want a brand new house (brand new)
Something I can not buy, something I can afford

[Verse 2]
I just want a long shower
I been feeling so crowded
My bad I think I think I saw your text
My bad here’s my new address (oh)
Stay for me, stay for me

Is there a reason
Oooh (mm, mm, mm)
Oooh

Brett Young – Ticket to L.A. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gate 22, two hour delay
She was waiting on a plane to L.A.
I didn’t see the harm in sittin’ down
At the wrong gate
She said “Hello, where you headed to?”
I didn’t lie, but I bent the truth
Said “I’d go anywhere with you”
And before long

[Chorus]
It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryna take her mind off the fallin’ rain
I was saying anythin’ to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishing that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
She opened up after a drink
Said she’s starting law school in the spring
And by the time that she had three
I knew almost everything
Lightnin’ flashed across the sky
I said it probably wasn’t safe to fly
Secretly, I hoped that she’d be stuck with me all night

[Chorus]
It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryna take her mind off the fallin’ rain
I was sayin’ anything to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A.

[Bridge]
Now gate 22 is calling out her name
She wrote her number on my hand and walked away

[Chorus]
Alone here in the middle of JFK
Sitting at a bar at an empty gate
I’d do anythin’ to bring her back
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A.
Woo-hoo-hoo, woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah

G-Eazy – But A Dream lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, Legendary swag, young god, stay drippin’
Spillin’ champagne on a boat, big pimpin’
Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin’
You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
She just get it poppin’ every time daddy visit
Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
Life is but a dream, we livin’, stop trippin’
You know what it is, you know what it isn’t

[Verse 1]
I really put the work in, don’t you ever try to play me
I would die a legend if today they JFK’d me
Ridin’ in my ‘65 listening to Amy
I’ve been to hell and back and through it all remained the same me
I never gave a fuck, a million dollars couldn’t change me
As long as Mark Zuckerberg’s still got that zipped hoodie
I think about the journey and think what it did to me
I’m eating like a king until I’ve got a big tummy
Hair slicked backwards with a skin, fade taper
Captain Save-A-Hoe, never I, can’t save her
She said I drive her Mad, Gerald’s rap’s Don Draper
All day I touch paper, bitch don’t ask me no favor
If you wasn’t here before it, your call, I ignore it
How quickly they forgive, these days I swear I can’t support it
Six-hundred horsepower, I just hop inside and floor it
The money, I adore it, every year I’m getting more lit

[Chorus]
Legendary swag, young god, stay drippin’
Spillin’ champagne on a boat, big pimpin’
Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin’
You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
She just get it poppin’ every time daddy visits
Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
Life is but a dream, we livin’, stop trippin’
You know what it is, you know what it isn’t

[Verse 2]
She just so bad, make you take a second look
I fly out for a week, she just come to fuck and cook
And post by the pool, with her feet up, read a book
I text her “L.A.?” that was all it took
She clicks her heels three times, she’ll be here by tonight
I text my travel agent name and birthday, it’s a flight
When we was broke, I used to tell my moms we’d be alright
I’m gonna work the long nights and never be a fly-by-night
I put my plans in motion, I fly across the ocean
I popped before the flight so I could sleep and dream in motion
And I be out in London, Dover Street, I goes in
Fuck that after-party money, spent that on some clothing
And I’m not trying to flex on those who be hatin’
This is for my little bruhs, just some inspiration
Everybody back home, serves as motivation
So go and get the money, get the dreams you been chasing

[Chorus]
Legendary swag, young god, stay drippin’
Spillin’ champagne on a boat, big pimpin’
Life is but a dream, look bitch, stop trippin’
You know what it is, you know what it isn’t
She just get it poppin’ every time daddy visits
Drinking by the pool, go ahead and take a dip in
Life is but a dream, we livin’, stop trippin’
You know what it is, you know what it isn’t

Owl City – Fiji Water lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got an email at 22
Told me I could be a star
On a plane for the first time
I couldn’t wait to start
Landed at JFK
Father Christmas picked me up
Checked in to a dream hotel and I thought
“There’s no such thing as luck”
I walked in to my interview
And I thought “There’s no such thing as luck”

[Pre-Chorus 1]
And oh, if I only knew then what I know now
I’d stand like a one-man band and I’d say
All this is new to me but
Here’s how it’s gonna be
And I’d say

[Chorus]
“Hey, there is more to me than meets the eye
Let me be who I wanna be”
And I’d say
“Hey, I’m an oddity and that’s all right
Let me fly and follow my dreams”
Then I’d say
“Hey thanks for the weekend
A good time was had by all”
And I’d say
“Hey thanks for the weekend
I ain’t a smooth-talker but thanks for the Fiji water”

[Verse 2]
Dinner under a palm tree
I had so much on my mind
Amazed by the bright lights
I stayed up half the night
And boy I took a leap of faith
With nowhere else to go but up
I walked in to my interview
And I thought
“There’s no such thing as luck”

[Pre-Chorus 2]
And oh, if I only knew then what I know now
I’d stand like a one man band and I’d say
All this is new to me, but here’s how it’s gonna be

[Chorus]
And I’d say
“Hey, there is more to me than meets the eye
Let me be who I wanna be”
And I’d say
“Hey, I’m an oddity and that’s alright
Let me fly and follow my dreams”
And I’d say
“Hey, thanks for the weekend
A good time was had by all”
And I’d say
“Hey, thanks for the weekend
I ain’t a spin doctor but thanks for the offer
And by the way
Hey thanks for the weekend
You know I had a ball”
And I’d say
“Hey, thanks for the weekend
I ain’t a smooth-talker but thanks for the Fiji Water”

Thanks for the Fiji Water

I laughed when I got back home and I thought
“There’s no such thing as luck”

Tinashe – No Drama (Studio Session) (Live)

[Refrain: Tinashe & (Offset)]
I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (skrr, skrr)
All black truck, hangin’ out the roof (brr, brr)
Mobbin’ through the hills pulled up with my crew (who)
I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (nah)

[Verse 1: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Said I’m fallin’ off, but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself, but they won’t AKA me (me)
AKA a popstar AKA a problem (bow, bow)
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em (hey)
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana (drip, drip)
Bad as I wanna, only chasin’ commas (woo, woo)
I need me a side thing, hold the drama (side)
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up (bow, bow)

[Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Don’t want no drama-ma-a
We pulled up in that ooh la la (sk-skrr)
And backed out in that oh my god (woo, woo, woo)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (no, hey)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (hey)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (don’t want no drama-ma)

[Refrain: Tinashe & (Offset)]
I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (skrr, skrr)
All black truck, hangin’ out the roof (yeah, yeah)
Mobbin’ through the hills pulled up with my crew (crew)
I can’t cop the coupe don’t do shit for two (nah)

[Verse 2: Tinashe & (Offset)]
I got way too many people all my niggas equal (hey)
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels (movie)
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single (smash)
Yellin’ you can’t sit with us, throwin’ up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my God
Don’t want no drama-ma-a

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Double R Phantoms (phantom)
She like the way I’m drippin’ organic (true, true)
Yacht on my wrist, the Titanic (yeah, raahh)
Come ride on this shit like a banshee (raahh)
Get high on the perky and xanny (high)
From Dubai on a jet to Miami (Dubai)
When the chopper start kickin’ is damage (brr, brr)
Got Patek on her wrist, in her panties (Patek, hey)
Yeah, ain’t no drama (yeah)
In the back of Maybach on comfort (Maybach)
Yeah, iced out summers (woo)
Invite your main bitch to a slumber (smash)
My money long, out there yonder (long)
Fat ass with a flat stomach (flat)
Baguette glass cost the whole hundred
The coupe fast, goin’ two hundred (skrr)

[Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God, oh my God)
Don’t want no drama-ma-a

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma-a
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

DJ Khaled – On Everything (feat. Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Big Sean) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
(DJ Khaled!)
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds dripping on me, she know who the one
Two seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she dripping puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermes seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches posting niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m getting richer, tricking seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasing a hundred million, baby that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up, I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stared that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule, it’s only room for improvement
And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest boy so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says "you got a good girl she’s a keeper"
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ethered
Yeah, they don’t really fucking feel me man
But when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city
(Lil nigga)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

Vince Staples – Rain Come Down (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign) (Big Fish Theory Album)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Dod ya man lay down?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose on the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on my side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Riding in a drop top, sun where I think
Might get JFK’d, hope not I pray if
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose on the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, sun where I think
Might get JFK’d, hope not I pray if
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Did ya man lay down?

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need ’em fine
On Parisian time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
In another world, Covergirl, but her chest flat
Two page spread in the CR
Think it was for Wang
Can’t remember spring or fall, read it on a plane
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
Car color of La Haine
She getting naked under covers for the fame
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain, in the club
Don’t you dream of how it feel to be in love?
What, you drinking? Need a buzz?
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun goes down
When the J goes ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Did ya man lay down?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)

DJ Khaled – On Everything (feat. Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Big Sean)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music!
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds dripping on me, she know who the one
Two seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she dripping puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermes seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear, and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches posting niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m getting richer, tricking seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasing a hundred million, baby that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up, I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stared that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule, it’s only room for improvement
And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest boy so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says you got a good girl she’s a keeper
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ethered
Yeah, they don’t really fucking feel me man
But when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city
(Lil nigga)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

DJ Khaled – On Everything Lyrics

[Intro]
We The Best Music!
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
I just copped matching Rollie, that’s on everything (Straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds dripping on me, she know who the one
Two seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she dripping puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermes seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear, and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches posting niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m getting richer, tricking seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasing a hundred million, baby that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
I just copped matching Rollie, that’s on everything (Straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up
I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stared that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule its only room for improvement
And I realized all I needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest boy so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says you got a good girl she’s a keeper
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ethered
Yeah, they don’t really fucking feel me man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city
(Lil nigga)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
I just copped matching Rollie, that’s on everything (Straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

Vince Staples – Rain Come Down

When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, son, why think?
Might get JFK’d, hope not I prayeth
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, son, why think?
Might get JFK’d, hope not, I prayeth
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Dre day
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your main laid down
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need the fire
On prison time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
In another world, Cover Girl, but her chest flat
Two page spread in the CLR
Or, I think it was for Wayne
Can’t remember springing for it, bring it on the plane
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
Call Ca-lal-lane
She getting naked undercover’s for the fame
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain, in the club
Don’t you dream on how it feel to be in love?
What, you drunk? You need a bus?
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)

Vince Staples – Rain Come Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
You don’t know, know, know, know, know, know
Know, know, know, know, know, know
(Rain come down)
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know
(Rain, rain, rain)
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know
Rain come down

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, so I think
Might get JFK’d up, if not I prayeth
If so, no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre day off
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Louisville Brown on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Ride in the drop top, so I think
Might get JFK’d up, if not I prayeth
If so, no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre day off
I run North Side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I’m Louisville Brown on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Get your main laid down

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need the fire
On prison time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
In another world, Cover Girl, but her chest flat
Toothpaste spread in the CLR
Or, I think it was for Wayne
Can’t remember springing for it, bring it on the plane
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
Call Ca-lal-lane
She getting naked undercover’s for the fame
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain, in the club
Don’t you dream on how it feel to be in love?
What you drunk? You need a bus?
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
When the sun go down
When the jay go ’round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
Rain come down
(And the rain)
Rain come down
Get your main laid down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Rain come down)

Lana Del Rey – Jfk (Cherry Blossom Best American Record Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
You smell like a million roses bathed in rock n roll
Ours was the greatest love story ever told
Throat like an angel with a voice that was made of gold
That’s my baby

[Verse 2]
He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall
A heart that would beat like a bass for his baby doll
One in a million, inimitable soul
That’s my baby

[Pre-Chorus]
Young or old, summer or cold
Young or old, summer or cold

[Chorus]
You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it
The way that you move it
Spins me around like a record, baby
And you’ve got a soul like no one I know
You’re so new at it
The way you see through that shit
Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy

[Verse 2 – Variation]
He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall
A heart like a bass that would beat for his baby doll
Mind like a diamond, an inimitable song
That’s my baby

[Pre-Chorus]
Young or old, summer or cold
Young or old, summer or cold

[Chorus]
You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it
The way that you move it
Spins me around like a record, baby
And you’ve got a soul like no one I know
You’re so new at it
The way you see through that shit
Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy

It drives me crazy

[Bridge]
You’ve got it and I want it
Late summer nights in July, flaunt it
You know that you can always come home to the one who gave you your name
‘Cause I see a light in your eyes
It’s so bright and the skies, they open wide for you
So come to me, my baby

[Chorus]
You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it
The way that you move it
Spins me around like a record, baby
And you’ve got a soul like no one I know
You’re so new at it
The way you see through that shit
Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy

[Outro]
It drives me crazy…
It drives me crazy…
Crazy…

Fish – Big Wedge

I found a new religion yesterday, I’d just cleared immigration JFK
A priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel
As God and his accountants drove away
You’ll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium
Rocked by Satan just the night before
The collection from the faithful is tax free
It’ll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht

And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge
And we’ll buy ourselves some heaven on earth
We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
A casio concerto entertains you while you hold
Your credit rating’s good for a Madonna or a Bardot
A Dali or a Picasso for his wall

You’re looking good, looking good with big wedge
Are you holding back tomorrow for today?
They’re driving in, driving in with big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

You’ll sell the ground beneath your feet
You’ll sell your oil, you’ll sell your trees
You ideals and integrity your culture and your history
Your children into slavery to labour in their factories
Your mother and your family
You’ll sell the world eventually
The IMF and CIA; there’s just no difference they’re all the same!
It just depends on what’s your point of view

America, America the big wedge
And they’re buying up your tomorrow with promises
The promises of big wedge and they’ll break them
Like your hearts another day
When you find out that you’ve left it just too late
And find that you’re the only one to blame
That you sold out your tomorrow for Big Wedge

Lana Del Rey – JFK (Cherry Blossom Album)

[Verse 1]
You smell like a million roses bathed in rock n roll
Ours was the greatest love story ever told
Throat like an angel with a voice that was made of gold
That’s my baby

[Verse 2]
He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall
A heart that would beat like a bass for his baby doll
One in a million, inimitable soul
That’s my baby

[Pre-Chorus]
Young or old, summer or cold
Young or old, summer or cold

[Chorus]
You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it
The way that you move it
Spins me around like a record, baby
And you’ve got a soul like no one I know
You’re so new at it
The way you see through that shit
Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy

[Verse 2 – Variation]
He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall
A heart like a bass that would beat for his baby doll
Mind like a diamond, an inimitable song
That’s my baby

[Pre-Chorus]
Young or old, summer or cold
Young or old, summer or cold

[Chorus]
You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it
The way that you move it
Spins me around like a record, baby
And you’ve got a soul like no one I know
You’re so new at it
The way you see through that shit
Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy

It drives me crazy

[Bridge]
You’ve got it and I want it
Late summer nights in July, flaunt it
You know that you can always come home to the one who gave you your name
‘Cause I see a light in your eyes
It’s so bright and the skies, they open wide for you
So come to me, my baby

[Chorus]
You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it
The way that you move it
Spins me around like a record, baby
And you’ve got a soul like no one I know
You’re so new at it
The way you see through that shit
Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy

[Outro]
It drives me crazy…
It drives me crazy…
Crazy…

Pitbull – Options (feat. Stephen Marley)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Stephen Marley, let ’em know what time it is

[Verse 1: Stephen Marley]
We came here to party, we came here to dance
You know that you’re my girl, damn right I’m your man
This night going too good, don’t fall for the games
Or the he said, she said dumb shit

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Been around the game, been around the fame
Been around the money, been around some names
But the chico’s still the same, some things never change
Here’s a tip, show me your friends
I’ll show you your future, keep the change
I’ve seen ’em come and go, I’ve seen ’em sell they souls
You my number one draft pick, baby, let’s pick and roll
I always keep you up, up on a pedestal
Misery loves company, baby, don’t sweat these hoes

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
They looking for the perfect man
They looking for the perfect life
They take some perfect pics
They want some perfect dick
But there ain’t nothing perfect, girl
No such thing as a perfect world
These broads try hard to be
Who they not and not who they are
Baby, you sweating what? Baby, you sweating who?
You talking ’bout such and such who tries to be you?
Man, you JFK, mami, you out your mind
Misery loves company, I’ll tell you one more time

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Bridge: Pitbull]
Baby, you know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things
You know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Options – Pitbull feat. Stephen Marley lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Options

We came here to party, we came here to dance
You know that you’re my girl, damn right I’m your man
This night going too good, don’t fall for the games
Or the he said, she said dumb sh*t.(options)

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Been around the game, been around the fame
Been around the money, been around some names
But the chico’s still the same, some things never change
Here’s a tip, show me your friends versuri-lyrics.info
I’ll show you your future, keep the change
I’ve seen ’em come and go, I’ve seen ’em sell they souls
You my number one draft pick, baby, let’s pick and roll
I always keep you up, up on a pedestal
Misery loves company, baby, don’t sweat these hoes.

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

They looking for the perfect man
They looking for the perfect life
They take some perfect pics
They want some perfect dick
But ain’t nothing perfect, girl
No such thing as a perfect world
These broads try hard to be
Who they not and not who they are
Baby, you sweating what? Baby, you sweating who?
You talking ’bout such and such who tries to be you?
Man, you JFK, mami, you out your mind
Misery loves company, I’ll tell you one more time.

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Baby, you know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things
You know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your loveee?
Pitbull lyrics
Video Pitbull

The Lox – Secure The Bag (feat. Gucci Mane & Infa-Red) (Filthy America/ It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce you to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half ‘fore I even ‘pose to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these super cops that’s out here tryna make they quota
As far as the pie, I need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a day
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way that I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, fuck out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses shit, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the niggas that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as shit but I’m an old head, who the fuck you talking to chump?
I got 10 bitches that’s bad, so tell ’em why you mad
You broke as fuck and you watching me, nigga that ain’t chasing no bag
Get on instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bitch cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never-ever-ever-ever-ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bitch, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that shit was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that shit was punted to me, Wop

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Bag coming, secure the shit
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest shit
That Medellin on some torah shit
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some shit
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon’ go hit Mexico
We gon’ get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on Meserole
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Niggas wild as Taliban, all my niggas blast scammers

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled)
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

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(Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half before I even post to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these….out here tryna make they quota
Need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a game
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 4)
Bag coming, secure the s**t
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
That man…on some torah s**t
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

B.o.B – Born To Die (Elements Album)

[Verse 1]
Not a human, not afraid
I will not comply, I will not obey
See the plan is to depopulate
But the body can overcome anything, fuck what a doctor say
Fans shaking me like Bobby wake up
Chip on my shoulder, I was holdin’ a grudge
I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to love
But hey, what can I say, fame’s a hell of a drug
Born a slave to a tyrant
It’s goin’ take more than just petitions and riots
Are we headed for a future of being indebted to credit
Hopin’ the next leader elected will trump the one we beheaded
Words the wealthiest rappers will never utter
‘Them checks they throwin’ to niggas a motherfucker’
Seems like the future was brighter when I was younger
(Seems like the future was brighter when I was younger)
I’m torn between performing and rewriting the norm
Am I born to transform or just to die and move on
Be the life that people mourn while reciting all my songs
To the battle I am sworn [?]
Beaten down to the pulp for being different
You question old tradition they just say you superstitious
Like a snake that eats its own tail, the economic system
Public schools the babysitter, health care is the modern day Adolf Hitler
Fact check, ever since the internet
Molestation multiplied by a million percent
Your aunts and uncles, niece and nephews all align with the shit
History shows for speaking up my whole life is at risk
Yeah I’m cocky, kamikaze, who gon’ stop me? Annunaki
Illuminati? Neo-Nazis? They do me how they do Cosby
When you winnin’ they gon’ love you till you lose like Ronda Rousey
Every revolutionary they execute ’em proudly
It go JFK, nope, MLK, nope
Since Lennon got smoked, it’s clear they don’t want us to have hope
They tore down our houses, replaced it with dope
And say that it’s our fault, false!

[Hook]
You wanted to fight
So you wanna be brave
So you found the light and you’ve seen the truth and you feel betrayed
Well it comes with cost
A price too large
Cause if we’re really just born to die
I’d rather never been born at all

[Verse 2]
Stay in school they said, use your tools they said
But being on TV looks pretty cool I said
That’s true I said, must I remind myself
These corporations aren’t your friends, you should’ve signed yourself
They, they, who are they? They are us
We are they, the pyramids started at the top, we just mimic and behave
The same way, Babylon brainwaves
Human incarceration’s the modern day slave trade
Cost of college, cost of living so high you can’t maintain
All you can do is sell pills, drink tea, and waist train
Struggle to make mortgage and re-up by payday
And the wealthiest families split it up eight ways

[Hook]
You wanted to fight
So you wanna be brave
So you found the light and you’ve seen the truth and you feel betrayed
Well it comes with cost
A price too large
Cause if we’re really just born to die
I’d rather never been born at all

B.o.B – Summers Day (Elements Album)

If money is your God who’s your devil?
If everybody die what make’s you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it’s crowded
Okay now I’m acting childish but hey
Don’t force your religion on me
And I won’t force my non-religion on you
Truth’s the only thing I’m devoted to
So am I equal or just boredom to you
So Bobby, fourth album how does it feel?
Ever wonder why every artist run out on they deal?
The price you pay to sell out record stores
When they say they sell they soul it’s not a metaphor

Yeah
I wonder if JFK tried to warn us a storm was around the corner
Most of these law enforcers just force us all in a corner
They make it harder for the foreigners
Your son your wife and you daughter
And make it hard to support them
I’m just here to inform ya
The power structures enormous
Speaking out on these topics is like swatting a nest of hornets
They come from the left and right
They swarm our bodies like garments
With chemicals here to harm us
After you bust your ass they tax your ass for a portion
That’s parasitic behavior
How dare they minimum wage us
How dare you mention a pay cut
Like we here to read the terms and conditions
And they betrayed us
Don’t need permission to wake up
‘Cause silence is your consent for them to consistently wake us
Let’s go

Let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go
Let’s go
let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go

My mentality is post apocalyptic
I think in hieroglyphic
We live inside a system that’s mostly monolithic
America the company who owns the title?
Shit. I don’t know it could be Russia or China
That’s why they identify it as property
Born in the robbery
No Robin Hood
If Satan had a house it’d be in Hollywood
Walking away is the most difficult part
Red carpet for the ritual start
They know they can’t keep me in check
Or keep me asleep with a check
As long as there’s breath in my chest I’m pressing these niggas to death
I’ll never regret
The past that I lived
Or the path that I took
I run when I needed, with every step

let’s go
Let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go
Let’s go
let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go