Here Are Quarantine Trends From Around the World

Even as some places are starting to open up again, the fact remains that literally billions of us have been under some sort of lockdown for going on nine weeks or more and now it feels like we’ve entered the stage where we’re all playing some form of “quarantine bingo.” By which I mean, cooped up in our homes with few places to go and a finite number of things to pass the time, a combination of Instagram and word-of-mouth has led many of us to quickly fill up metaphorical coronavirus bingo cards with all the same activities, whether that’s baking banana bread, watching Tiger King, hunting down sourdough starter, downloading Houseparty or trying to explain to your Boomer parents how to use Zoom.

While many of these pastimes have gone global (Tiger King, like COVID-19, seems to know no geographic bounds), there nevertheless are more localized quarantine trends emerging around the globe. We asked some friends in places like Paris, Tel Aviv, New Delhi, London, Seoul and more to share with us their own stay-at-home habits and explain what viral activities are popping off in their respective cities and countries.

India: Perfectly Round Roti Challenge

“The idea of a recipe going viral on social media is a very Western thing,” New Delhi-based journalist Varun Rana says. “That said, we do have one ancient national obsession, which is perfectly round rotis (unleavened Indian bread cooked on a hot plate and served fresh off it).” As Rana says, now that many Millennials and other young people are “no longer staying at home with their parents and don’t have cooks or help coming in daily, they’re making their own rotis” and sharing the results on their feeds.

France: Babka, Banana Bread & Baguettes


In the land of butter and baguettes, apparently babka is the new carbo-star. “It’s an Israeli cake but a lot of Israeli restaurants have opened up in Paris in the past [few] years so everybody knows [it],” Paris-based film producer Leslie Sicouri explains. And “banana bread and cookies are also a must. And, of course, people are cooking their own bread.”

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South Korea: Dalgona Coffee, 16th Century Zombie Thrillers & AR-Infused K-Pop Concerts

“Next to drive-thru virus testing centers, Korea’s most ingenious innovation during the coronavirus outbreak may be the breakout viral video recipe for Dalgona coffee, which has become a super-spreading hashtag across social media communities around the world,” says Seoul-based music industry executive Bernie Cho. The insanely popular fluffy, whipped coffee that looks a lot like butterscotch pudding has taken over Instagram, YouTube and TikTok since the lockdown began. And, for Koreans looking for a new show to binge while they sip their brew, Cho says one popular program is Kingdom, a “fictional 16th century zombie thriller about the political turmoil caused by a pandemic pandemonium spreading across the Korean peninsula.” Released on January 20 — the same day South Korea announced the first reported case of COVID-19 as Cho points out — the series, whether in a case of “art imitating life or life imitating art” has “struck a nerve with audiences.” Not to be outdone, the country’s biggest entertainment juggernaut – K-Pop – has also attracted a huge audience tuning in from home. “The biggest music company in Korea (SM Entertainment) and the biggest online platform in Korea (Naver) recently banded together to launch a brand-new live music streaming service called ‘Beyond Live,'” Cho says. “Unlike other live music streaming events hosted at home and offered for free, ‘Beyond Live’ backs up its bravado by real-time streaming AR-infused K-Pop concerts that feel like epic music videos performed live and by charging upwards of $30 USD for the international, interactive, immersive experience. With over 75,000 online fans from 100+ countries tuning into K-Pop boy band SuperM, ‘Beyond Live’ is bending the curve on the battered live concert business.”

Israel: Challah & “Unorthodox”

Unorthodox on Instagram: “#unorthodox
@netflix”

It’s perhaps no surprise that in Israel, the worldwide bread-baking trend frequently manifests itself in braided loaves of challah in time for Friday night Shabbat. Tel Aviv-based magazine editor Meryl Fontek says that she and her roommate have formed a quarantine pod with their neighbors and celebrate Shabbat together every week, often with homemade challah one of the neighbors bakes and different chicken recipes Fontek tries from Sababa, a popular cookbook from author and food writer Adeena Sussman, who Fontek explains is “a celebrity in Tel Aviv.” The spring has also brought a whole new crop of local celebrities, many of whom have now found worldwide acclaim: the cast of Netflix’s Unorthodox. The show, which was also a favorite among friends we spoke to in India, France, the UK and Spain, has found a huge audience in Israel although, Fontek says, there’s been some criticism in Israel for its portrayal of Judaism and the ultra-orthodox community in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. But, with many of the stars like Shira Haas (Esty) and Amit Rahav (Yanky) hailing from Tel Aviv, Fontek says it wasn’t long before she and her friends in the city all “started following the actors on Instagram.”

Spain: Pastries & Party Clothes

Along with cooking classic Spanish recipes like tortilla de patatas, empanadillas and pulpo, Spaniards are “not shying away from sweets,” Zaragoza-based photographer Carmen Daneshmandi observes. During the lockdown, she says tons of Spanish friends and neighbors have been “baking bizcochos (pastries) or standing in line for them outside the local bakeries – there’s a longer line there than the grocery store sometimes!” While bakeries may still be considered essential businesses, restaurants, tapas bars, nightclubs and concert venues have remained shuttered — but that doesn’t mean the city’s famed thirst for late nights has completely gone away. “There’s a funny Spanish sense of humor about getting dressed up and putting on appearances just to go to the kitchen or living room,” Daneshmandi says. “I say it’s a Spanish sense of humor because Spanish people are very much about going out (all ages and backgrounds and not just going out as in ‘clubbing’) and being in the streets and enjoying food, drink and socializing. So it’s their way of translating that embedded part of the culture at home.”

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UK: Haircuts, Hospitality & Houseparty Fatigue

Banana bread (again!) came up frequently when talking to friends across the pond but other baked goods got shoutouts, too, particularly olive oil and lemon drizzle cakes. With all that baking, it’s only natural that Brits might be thinking wistfully of tea parties and garden luncheons. “The inner-hostess spirit is rising with friends,” London-based fashion writer Emma Elwick Bates says. Describing friends’ posting “trayscapes” and other chic, cottagecore-style activities on social media (“Linen! Polish[ing] the silverware! Bud vases!”), the springtime “Merchant Ivory weather” has people dreaming of “alfresco moments and being fêted.” And, while the Brits are still stuck indoors, Houseparty has become a sorry substitute for the real thing. “The Houseparty train was exciting and addictive during week one to two of lockdown,” London entrepreneur Violet Manners says. But now, nearly two months later, the app has “definitely taken a nosedive (at least amongst my friends).” Another thing to look forward to when the lockdown gets lifted? Showing off your new quarantine hairstyle in the flesh. According to London designer Ashish Gupta, he’s noticed “lots of people are shaving their heads or bleaching their hair.”

Nigeria: “Money Heist” & Agege Bread

“Nigerians are obsessed with Money Heist! There have been some intense conversations about it online,” Lagos-based designer Adebayo Okelawal says about the popular Spanish series on Netflix. (The thriller was also a favorite among our friends in Italy, India and Spain.) When not binging the show, Okelawal says that, like in other countries, he’s noticed friends and followers experimenting with recipes and hoping to make “a meal that looks good for the ‘gram.” Along with the perennial banana bread, he says a lot of Nigerians are trying “new ways of making jollof rice” as well as Agege bread, the subject of a “trending tweet.”

Additional reporting by Mickey Boardman

Photos via Instagram and Getty


ALL EYEZ ON ME Lyrics and Video Song – Jazzy B, Roach Killa

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Well you don’t know

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Jazzy B!
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Roach Killa money production
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Chadd chaache deyan moddeyan
Te vekheya si mela
Ohde pichhe baneyaa main Manak da chela
Honsla si young poora ditta kam chak oye
Hollywood tak poori rakhi pak dhak oye
Kinne hero labhe mainu kujh vi ni yaad
Saadida ni zindagi ch layida swaad

Rounda poore sunu kivein damru di thaap
Charche ch rehnde poore chakki di ni att
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda vekhu saddi haziri ch akh
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
Yo Yo Roach Killa, Jazzy B

Roach Killa rap

Khukhiyan ne jode ne record kinne tode
London’o patole utte nachde ne jode
Gym vich Rambo gaddiyan ch Maharaja
Pyar paake sadde naal dekh aaja aaja

Pith pichhe kade bakwaas nahio kitta
Good will bande nu harass nahio kitta
Hek ustaad di aa meri good luck
Manzilan ne win nahio raahan ch stuck

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Sun Manak di gali nu main gaun laggeya
Picture jeha scene jadon hek laun laggeya
Jadon pehla pehla gaana sadda aaun laggeya
Ohdon Surrey vich main paun laggeya

Kaim sadde nahio haddiyan de vich bikde
Taiyon doleyan de utte naam mera likhde
Style mera wakhra ae loki can’t imagine
Asli ae hype saddi

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyes on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyes on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Subculture Sage – Same Old Thing Lyrics

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

f**k that
Forwards the motion, run track
Same old thing yeah yeah you done that
Something new yeah yeah were on that
While you lot are cooking loudly
Us lot are pushing boundaries
The speech is plain, we seek an age
That no one should be doubting
See were done with the man that just think as it is
Because it is what it is and it ain’t what you think
You might think what you want, but what you want you can’t have
Its a place, its a time, its a crew, its a fam
Its a bassline, heavy like the sun up in space time
Ain’t my rhythm im just living as what came my way
f**k living in a slave mindstate, f**k doing the same old thing

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

Im that madness in the music
An action man with super charged karate chops that comes with all batteries included
Im standardly a nuisance, watch out your gash will get rerouted
Your pissed because your mass made when sage organic, one off, no factories produced him
Find me in London, north of the line
Reach heights? yes bruv, course im on mine
But why waste time wanting more from this life when iv already died
Twice, stuck on the road, can’t get up, slumped on my jones
You can try tell me whats best but why would i give a f**k what you know

Yung Tory – Never Lyrics

(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

(Verse)
I wanna take a trip to london cause I never been
You be rappin bout some other shit you never did (why you lyin)
You fell in love with her and you never hit
Shawty say you borin’ say you never lit
Oh oh, you get cut off
Why you lyin’ why you talkin’ you should shutup
I never hit it i just passed her to my brotha
I never put it in I got some top we never cut off
Im never pleased
If I hit in then she’ll never leave
She get on her knees, f**k a celebrity
She f**k for fame know I never give her change
I never stay shawty say she missin’ me
I think i’m too hot I need a cooler
Young nigga moved up, give me medula
I’m smokin moonrock, it make me moonwalk
She give me good top
I’m watching boondocks
Dont be too loud I can hear ya
I see sauce when I look into the mirror
I beat the pussy up I tell lil shawty square up
I’m livin’ galore my bitch yeah she look like Lira
(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

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]

Novelist – The Only One Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

[Verse 1]
The name is N-o-v and I’m from south LDN
When I see the London boy up in the city
Then tell me when
Cause when I pull up grinning
Men and women all around get blessed
But anyone try and pull a stunt and try be silly
Will learn their lesson
Understand I’m sober not a joker got consciousness
I try to reason but some yutes got left in unconsciousness
But more or less
From a kid was shown don’t be like the rest
I’m with the best
There’s no contest
I’m so content
I keep it simple I’m not perfect but I sure don’t pretend
All of my youngers get direction but I’m not stopping them
Went through the fire tried to copy but it’s too hot for them
I say the truth that’s why the liars get mad, it’s not for them
I keep a pen and I keep a pad for the notes, not to blend
Circle tight, only when a homie got touched when I lost a friend
But it’s all good wake in the a.m. I comprehend
Another day another mission I’m focused on what’s ahead

[Chorus] [x2]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

Jackboy – Run My Check Up Lyrics (feat. Kodak Black)

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 1: Jack Boy]
Run the check up, I’m bout to overlap ya
Finessin’, had to overtax ya
Dress classic, but I’m totin’ ratchets
No license, still dippin’ through traffic
Ride with my youngins
At the red light, green light we dumpin’
Trap still jumpin’, licks still comin’
Had to make something outta nothing
In and outta cells, been through hell
I was 14, sittin’ in jail
I ain’t tell, kept my lips sealed like mail
Want beef? I give shells, I give [?]
Can’t get you, get your momma
Or get your father, cut him up like a barber
Rock on my hip, totin’ Sean Carter
Jumped in the game late, should’ve been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger-happy
Move off impulse, lose by fetti
Blow the fetti
My do a show and drop four g’s, thirties on a Chevy
Or drop Larry, mouthpiece scary
Real rap, real life, no Tyler Perry
Stopped smokin’ weed, still on molly
Jackboy, he a jigga-holic
Pull up in that what you call it?
Two Glock shorty, clip hold 30
Try and cross me like you Curry
Put 30 in your jersey
I’m not servin’, bitch I’m lurkin’
Me and Bill in a suburban
Up the road, window pokin’
Schemin’, 7 in the mornin’
Bitch I’m on it, bitch I’m on it
I just booted on the monkey
Now you wanna be my homie?
Nah, I’m staright, I got this on me
Sniper!

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’mma run that check up crazy like I’m in the Olympics
It’s lil Kodak, I be snappin’ like I’m photogenic
I left the high broke, I came back with some money
Grind hard till’ everybody say that they your cousin
It ain’t happen overnight, a nigga was out here hustlin’
I remember when I was broke and I ain’t have nothin’
Me and Jackboy, we be thuggin’, we be roadrunnin’
If you lookin’ for me, you can catch me on the Ugly
Oh I just want some sucky-sucky, don’t want no lovey-dovey
On 1800, I hit a nigga for a whole onion
I’m a Haitian boy, got people love me way in London
I’m a Haitian boy, you know I’m runnin’ with them zombies
Like waste management, how niggas quick to go to dumpin’
How I pull up in that orange, look like a damn pumpkin
I remember when I ain’t have it now I f**kin’ got it
And the way I run that check up, you could call me Sonic

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

Here Come The Mummies – Pull It Off Lyrics

[Verse]
What’s right is right
She will shine in the spotlight
Achieving a height no one would dare
She breaks with convention
A mother of invention
This is the night
She’s takin’ you there

[Chorus]
If anybody can she can pull it off
Without even trying she will turn you on
Using her magic she’s twisting the fabric
In-side out
If anybody can she can pull it off

[Verse]
What’s wrong is right
She gives it its own life
Paris, New York, London, LA
She brings it all back
A sensual attack
Whatever it is that girl’s got it made

[Chorus]
If anybody can she can pull it off
Without even trying she will turn you on
Using her magic she’s twisting the fabric
In-side out
If anybody can she can pull it off

[Chorus]
If anybody can she can pull it off
Without even trying she will turn you on
Using her magic she’s twisting the fabric
In-side out
If anybody can she can pull it off
If anybody can she can pull it off
If anybody can she can pull it off

Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics

There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Who’s this? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Or in Hollywood?
Or in London? Or Hong Kong? And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. The time now is…”

Smib – Gangland Lyrics (feat. Ray Fuego)

[Verse 1]
Ik zie ze gaan ten onder hoe’s
Kijk goed Fuego ligt eronder boos
Spend knaken maar het boemerang weer raar
Het komt back en ik doe the thang weer daar
In de heuvels is geen f**king grappen no
Ik had geen money in me broeken zakken bro
Maar check de cv ik had al die ho die ho’s
5 pokemons ik vang der 44
Ik zag dat je dat dacht, bitches in badpak
Nagels raar gelakt, bands wat als ik dat pak
Shooter voor die kat kat
7 op de wang wat, spend het als het back komt
Patta in je bek dom
Headcrack op de 8-0, mama weet ik ga uit
Mama weet ik blijf uit, papa weet ik eet ook
Focus op de focus, doe het voor de youthdem
Sta ik op die stage nee, shit is meteen eng
Zet meteen een stempel en ik zet een tag bitch
Deel van avenger? kleine jonge check dit
Streep door je checklist, lil shawty foreign
Noem der mama nature ik zorg dat het regent
Sip van die juice mane, fuego got the juice man
In je Daily Papers change me naam in Hussein
Ren door een bedrag, lens net als Bolt echt
En ik stop niet nee ik doe het voor me gangland

[Hook] x2
Handen op der bil als ze me tat
Betast zeker die mill als ik het get, echt
Jij heb wel die racks maar heb je juice?
Heb bijna allebei nu ben je froes, hoe?
Ik smoke als ik wil smoken van die shit
Als ik wil dan koop ik die dikke pit, kid
Je moet niet denken dat ik pit ben in me crib
Wil niet groeten al die hoeren op me pik, dick

[Verse 2]
Trap nogsteeds die bikey
Patta nogsteeds nike
Broek die is echt bos
Gat in me nike socks
Skeer nog veelste vaak
Chick.. dat ik haar staak?
Is nogsteeds de vraag
Twijfel hedendaags
Slick als Idje man
Rad vraag bokoesam
Bokoe snodder
Skurt skurt me naar de dam
Koud als nederland
Iedereen act frappant
Ik wil goud op al me tanden
Naar Curaçao vliegen ik mis me tantes
Draag me festival bandjes
Als ice kill voel me handen
Ik depay me kaulo ticket
Pull up naar London je kan me missen
Burn baby Burn all those pondjes
Sip gin met ijsklontjes mondjes
Zijn all up in me shit nu
Heb geen zin in je shit nu
Je bitch die lijkt op een shiatsu
Sushi chappende dat is wat ik doe
Of poenie klappende bel me voor die money up
Over stu shit, heb niks te zoeken op de block
Koop iets in zeg me nigger double up
Terwijl ik aan het socialisen ben in de club

[Hook] x2
Handen op der bil als ze me tat
Betast zeker die mill als ik het get, echt
Jij heb wel die racks maar heb je juice?
Heb bijna allebei nu ben je froes, hoe?
Ik smoke als ik wil smoken van die shit
Als ik wil dan koop ik die dikke pit, kid
Je moet niet denken dat ik pit ben in me crib
Wil niet groeten al die hoeren op me pik, dick

Tetes Raides – Parazite Lyrics

Parazite mon pas mon rat mon zite
Pas rasé plein de tics
Bardé d’incontinence
Par là-bas les v’là les antiparazites
Foutons l’camp au plus vite
Déclamons ô pitance

Allons voir à London
Si y a du poil à s’faire
D’la reine ou du gazon
Qui saura satisfaire
Sans vénalité aucune
L’appétit d’un para
Zite errant sous la lune
Jojo plie ta misère prends ton ballot
Je t’emmène à Melun
On ira voir passer les trains
Puisqu’il faut répéter
Qu’on est pas v’nu pour y rester
Jojo prends mon chéquier
Mes écussons et mon banquier

Parazite mon pas mon rat mon zite
Pas rasé plein de tics
Bardé d’incontinence
Par là-bas les v’là les antiparazites
Foutons l’camp au plus vite
Déclamons ô pitance

On s’est pris le béguin
D’une duchesse en vison
Qui cultive si bien
L’amour et le biffeton
Elle a l’épiderme cossu
Le champignon propice
On s’y colle dessus
Jojo fume du cigare dans une auto
Sur l’trottoir de Berlin
Cueille les fruits de sa catin
On vit que pour rêver
D’une aventure à bon marché
Quand jojo va braquer
Il prend mon costard et mes papiers
S’il y avait moins de parazites
Y aurait-il moins de flics
S’il y avait moins d’agents
Y aurait-il moins de truands
Ah cette question me brûle les plumes
T’en fais pas ça r’poussera
Me répondit la lune
Jojo ne m’a laissé que quelques os
Me v’là seul à Melun
Où je regarde passer les trains
Qu’à vouloir m’y frotter
J’ai fait bien plus que d’y goûter
Et c’est comme ça que j’me suis r’trouvé…

Nap nip nap…

Das Lumpenpack – Silvester Lyrics

Durch die Fenster im Abteil, sehen alle Städte gleich aus,
man sieht wesentlich mehr Autos, als es draußen Menschen gibt,
Mein Ipod Shuffle spielt zum dritten mal dasselbe Lied,
das Pärchen neben mir im Vierer – ist so ekelhaft verliebt.
Ich blättere im Buch, kann mich nicht konzentrier’n,
les‘ dieselbe Seite – sicher schon zum dritten Mal.
Der Kaffee schmeckt nach Staub, das Brötchen schmeckt nach Staub,
selbst das Beck‘s Bier schmeckt nach Staub – und ist obendrein noch schal.

Doch hey bald ist Silvester, dann ist ein neues Jahr,
dann wird alles viel, viel besser, als das alte bis jetzt war.
Mir schmeckt gar kein Fondue, mir schmeckt auch kein Raclette,
Ich hasse wirklich Bleigießen und kotze meist von Sekt,
Es ist grad erst kurz vor sieben, kann die Zeit jetzt mal vergeh’n.
Verdammt es ist Silvester, ich will doch nur Raketen seh’n!

Durch die Fenster im Abteil, seh’n nunmal alle Städte gleich aus,
Ganz egal ob London, oder Paderborn
Mein Ipod Shuffle spielt zum zehnten mal dasselbe Lied,
das Pärchen neben mir im Vierer –
hat grad ein Kind gekriegt
Und ich blättere im Buch, kann mich nicht konzentrier’n,
les‘ dieselbe Seite – sicher schon zum zwölften Mal.
Der Kaffee schmeckt nach Pisse, das Brötchen schmeckt nach Pisse,
selbst das Beck‘s Bier schmeckt nach Pisse –
wobei das ist ja normal

Doch hey bald ist Silvester, dann ist ein neues Jahr,
dann wird alles viel, viel besser, als das alte bis jetzt war.
Mir schmeckt gar kein Fondue, mir schmeckt auch kein Raclette,
Ich hasse wirklich Bleigießen und kotze meist von Sekt,
Und es läuft immer Dinner for one kann der den Tigerkopf nicht seh’n.
Verdammt es ist Silvester,ich will doch nur Raketen seh’n!

Durch die Fenster im Abteil, seh’n nunmal alle Menschen gleich aus,
Wie auf einer VHS-Kassette, die man grade spult
Mein Ipod Shuffle gab
grade eben seinen Geist auf
Leon ist jetzt sieben – und wird dies’s Jahr eingeschult
Und ich blättere im Buch, kann mich nicht konzentrier’n,
Aber hey – scheißegal, weil ich’s längst auswendig kann
Der Kaffee schmeckt mir gut, das Brötchen schmeckt mir gut,
das Beck‘s Bier schmeckt mir gut –
man gewöhnt sich halt daran

Und ja bald ist Silvester, dann ist ein neues Jahr,
dann wird alles viel, viel besser, als das alte bis jetzt war.
Und jetzt ist endlich null Uhr – und alle zähl’n von zehn
Denn verdammt jetzt ist Silvester, jetzt darf ich Raketen seh’n!

Soll es das gewesen sein? Ein lauter Knall, ein Blitz,
irgendjemand wirft Konfetti, Sekt wird rumgespritzt,
Man liegt sich in den Armen, man ruft frohes neues Jahr,
dabei ist gar nichts anders, als es grade eben war:
Da draußen ist die Stadt, hier drinnen ist der Zug,
Neben mir sitzt Leon und das Pärchen und das Buch
Und dazu der IPod Shuffle und das Brötchen, der Kaffee,
dieses gottverdammte Beck‘s Bier – Hier im ICE!

Doch hey bald ist Silvester und dann ist ein neues Jahr
und dann wird alles viel, viel besser, als das alte bis jetzt war.
Diesen alten Traum hab ich längst schon aufgegeb’n,
doch ich freu mich auf Silvester, dann darf ich Raketen seh‘n!

Miirtek – Cosmopolit Lyrics

[Songtext zu „Cosmopolit“]

[Flughafen-Umgebungsgeräusche]

[Stophe 1]
Ich flieg’ nach Bali, kauf’ mir belvedere (belvedere)
Sie trinkt allein die ganze Flasche leer (Flasche leer)
Und sie tanzt auf dem Tisch (ja)
Ganz alleine für mich (ja)
Ich weiß, was sie will (ja)
Aber ich will es nicht (no no no)

[Chorus]
Wohoa Cosmopolit (was? was?)
London, Tokyo, Moskau bis Paris (wo? wo?)
Wohoa Cosmopolit (wann? ja wann?)
Hongkong, Oslo, Warschau bis Madrid

[Stophe 2]
Sonnenbrille runter, baby, Jetlag-Gesicht
Lichtschutzfaktor 100, das ist Jetset-Idee[?]
Ich muss nicht mal zum Security-Check
Als wäre ich ein scheiß Präsident
Ich hab’ Leute, die die Haare für mich richten (ha)
24/7 und geschlafen wird in Schichten
Ich sitze im beheizten Jacuzzi
In der Schweiz mit ner juicy[?]
Wir verheizen den Dubi
Oh shit, wie sie mich reizt mit ihr’m booty (wow)
Ich bin ein Cosmopolit wie Du siehst
Jeder Trip exklusiv (oida sheesh)
Das hab’ ich mir selber verdient
Ich hab’ auf meinem Weg niemals nach unten geschielt – Musik!

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
Wohoa Cosmopolit
London, Tokyo, Moskau bis Paris
Wohoa Cosmopolit
Hongkong, Oslo, Warschau bis Madrid
Wohoa Cosmopolit (was? was?)
London, Tokyo, Moskau bis Paris (wo? wo?)
Wohoa Cosmopolit (wann? ja wann?)
Hongkong, Oslo, Warschau bis Madrid

Dexplicit – Link Up Season Lyrics (feat. Chip, Swizz, Durty Goodz, Black Da Ripper, Flow Dan & Rocks Foe)

[Hook: Durrty Goodz]
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
Tell them about the grime scene

[Verse 1: Chip]
Man don’t know about Chippy though
From North, yeah, I grew up on the Risky Roadz
Bun all the iceberg history though
Dem man’s history’s a mystery though
Man get lost and try send shots
Nah fam, miss me with your miss me flows
Diss me? No, that’s risky, bro
Round here there’s no frisky flows
Yeah, I pepper anytime, pepper anyone
Pepper, what’s your name? Pepper, mi no care (dead!)
You man forgot who’s colder
That’s why I’m back now and everybody showed up
And still couldn’t give a rocks if you’re older
I’ll take you, your gyal and over
Fake MCs wanna diss me, I hate them
Hungry, trust me, I also hate them

[Verse 2: Swiss]
I’m like test SL, that’s a no-no, no-no
We set the blueprint though, that’s oh no
Been doing this since 2-0-0-0
I’m feeling myself, no homo
And I’m a stick like the man on the polo
Girls go down on your boy like yo-yo
No strings attached, I’m like YOLO
And I still snap on the track, no photo
Snap, if you boys get me vexed
I’ll snap, I might just break your back
Like snap, I might just break a neck
Like snap, I’m like snap, snap, snap
G, stop acting a fool
I’ve been had platinum plaques on the wall
Brand new fresh Air Max on a walk
And I’m in the hood like tags on the wall

[Hook: Durrty Goodz]
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
Tell them about the grime scene

[Verse 3: Black The Ripper]
Why do these man kiss arse?
I’m in the garden watering plants
f**k you and your shit bars
I’m chilling, billing a big spliff in France
I don’t need no introduction
I’m better than all these guys you give suction
Anybody disagrees? f**k them
I’m just smoking my trees and hustling
Trust me, I’m on this reckless ting
And I will be until my necklace blings
Holla at your nigga Black The Ripper
Everyone knows I rep this ting
Smoke my weed in front of police
You know me, I disrespect the ting
See me in my Dank of England tee
One joint will lick off your headtop clean

[Verse 4: Flowdan]
I’m the farrda but never been gassed up
I lean off any riddim I squeeze on
From day one, I’ve been the wickedest ting
Dem man there can’t prove me wrong
Man light up a verse, man write up a song
I get mad and start put shots first in a song
I learnt from the dons of the 90s, so they couldn’t try me
I put them in a hearse on a song
Yeah, and now I’m an original don
In grime, E3’s where the originals are from
When war a get wicked, hit them for six like cricket
I know man there long time
Dead that, dog dem never waste time
Fix tings, quick ting, yeah, a couple car fines
Dem man are gonna bred and violate my status?
Presidential from long time

[Hook: Durrty Goodz]
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
Tell them about the grime scene

[Verse 5: Rocks Foe]
Foe
Send shots on the sly, tell a man any time of the day
Cut a man short with a clip of the bar then I line up the fade
Don’t raise up your tone, don’t stretch on your dynamic range
GOD with the flow, man know when I’m live in the place
Live in my space, in my zone
Live in your face, in your dome
You lie in, I’m awake from the go
You lying in the main, it’s a show
Three lies, I’m taking her home
Crack and go, should come back to back with the Foe
Make a man know that I don’t play
Catch a rapper lacking then I go straight
Make a man run out, best roll safe

[Verse 6: Durrty Goodz]
DG was born in [?]
With marvellous bars and fatherless flows
My 16s are hard as elbows
I’m Haagen-Daaz cold, who are you? What are those?
Don’t mek me pull it, bullet
I’ll give a man new shell toes
I’m as rude as Gullit, bullet
For them man what sell their souls
It’s clapped ’em, clapped ’em to Clapham
Make it clap like I’m a Busta anthem, clap
Clap for them, they can’t clap to me rapping
Round of applause cuh this is a wrap
Wrap them up like they’ve all got it twisted
No, I won’t send, I will do the business
I’ll take out your top 10 listed
And circle your ends like Chinese whispers

[Hook: Durrty Goodz]
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
Oh, what a grimy scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
This is the London scene
Tell them about the grime scene

16yrold – Up Next Lyrics (feat. Desiigner & Ski Mask The Slump God)

[Intro: Desiigner & 16yrold]
16yrold (gheaa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (gheaa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (gheea)
Yeah, hey, yeah, ayy, huh

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothesline
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring
I done get it, nigga, bottom thing
I done get it, nigga, bottom line
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
I put these bitches up next, huh
Half of these niggas upset, hey
I put these bitches up next, huh
I get these niggas upset, hey

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I went to London, I made it
I trip from London to Vegas
Went from the ‘ject, from the slums
I get this shit ’cause I’m famous
I get this shit, get it done
You can get hit with the drums
Choppa move, better run
Pick yo ass just for fun
I f**k yo bitch, we up next
I made her suck at the jet
I might just get up and flex
I did this move to the left
I might just move ‘cross the street
I make a hunnid a week
Ride this shit when I’m sleep
Dick, she gargle when she sleep
Hunnid stack, hunnid stack, hunnid stack
I make a lot of new hunnid stacks
I invest into the shake shack
Ain’t no monkeys where the apes at
Bullets hit ’em, hmm, take that
Bullets hit ’em, hmm, take that
Henny shots, take, take rack
Once it’s gone, can’t take back

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring
I done get it, nigga, bottom thing
I done get it, nigga, bottom line
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
I put these bitches up next, huh
Half of these niggas upset, hey
I put these bitches up next, huh
I get these niggas upset, hey

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Gang gang, gang gang
Chain gang, chain gang
Gang lane, gang lane
Sell hard, slang thangs
Bells off, rang thangs
Whip that, blade thangs
I’m in the rarest positions
Stacking up dollar, I’m flipping
Two Beamer, two Beamer
I’m in this ride, in that two seater
New ‘Gatti, new ‘Gatti
I’m in this valley, my new Beamer
Black bodies, black bodies
Niggas is strapped up with two heaters
Niggas who ain’t ’bout it, now these niggas ’bout it
Riding with two heaters
I get the money, bitch, I get, I get money, bitch
Counting hunnids, bitch, brand new, brand new hunnids, bitch
Call my whole squad, we be getting shit
Got my whole squad, we be stupid rich

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring

[Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Bada bing, bada bing, bada f**king on a big bitch
Sucking dick and don’t finish ‘til the fat lady sing
Take a look at my bling, this a one of one
Looking like I got it straight from the Lord of the Rings
Like beep beep beep
High driving crazy like I got no seatbelt
[?]
I might need a diaper ’cause [?] saying that I’m the feces
My flow be crawly, it’s creepy
That’s why she suck me all neatly
Scorpio diamonds, they freaky
Leaky, kinky
Feeling like I’m Bart, tell ’em eat my shorts
I am on a port, while I smoke my ‘Port
Just like she a straw, I’ma bend her foward
Her legs go up like my doors

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, hey
I f**k yo bitch, we up next, huh
Half of them niggas upset, huh
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
Bada boom, hit ’em, bada bing
Choppas off then them choppas ring
I done get it, nigga, bottom thing
I done get it, nigga, bottom line
JBL with the clothes line
JBL, hit ’em both times
I put these bitches up next, huh
Half of these niggas upset, hey
I put these bitches up next, huh
I get these niggas upset, hey

Douglas Dare – London’s Rose Lyrics

What’s above these walls
Empty land and empty Calls
Echos numb through these halls
The lying back can feel it all
Well it’s quiet down here x3
Down here

Entire world under the street
Soiled air you can not breathe
Lines and lines of shoe-less feet
One-hundred beds under one sheet
Well it’s hard down here x3
Down here

Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh
Mmmmmh

White mosaic haired rows
With sign posts overgrown
Destination unknown
Where’s London’s rose, where’s London’s rose?
We’re alive down here x3
Down here

Take us back up to the tall
Take us back up
Take us back up to the tall
Take us back up
Take us back up to the top
Take us back up
Take us back up to the top
Take us back up

YBN Nahmir – Talkin Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Grrah

[Verse]
Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin’
You play with the gang and the Glock gon get busted
I went off to London, he came back with somethin’
I’m making that call and my young niggas comin’
Facts, I was just stuffing them birds in their lack
Tell my young brothers hit the blunt and relax
I might get the trip with young peace in the back
I’m counting these fifties, put up in a stack, ayy
‘Member when I had shit, now a lil’ nigga got rich
‘Member seeing bro trapping, now we living lavish
Tried to run, he got shot in the back
Still mad, I had to ghost ’em with Mack
Caught ’em slipping, got em down in their packs
I’ma just stack it and go get the cash, ayy
Big 44
Running round town with like four hoes
Niggas hate ’cause my wrist froze
“Your brother fake,” he not me though
Boy approach me, then I open that bag
‘Cause if we need it, then we takin’ yo’ bread
Gotta watch when we talking to Feds
The police don’t play ’cause they know what I’m with, bitch!
Used to be run’ ’round with sticks, ayy
I might just be fucking your bitch
Bitch, I’m the kind of my click
They always take me on they hits
These new niggas gon’ act like they on som’thing
They ain’t on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun
I beef in the trap, with no plaque, G’s in the back
On time to sit now, with no L’s, but keys to the pad
I’m really with that, a nigga playin’, I’m getting no wet
When they get sent, these niggas tough, until they get smacked
Come to the door, sell a phone, they sent his ass home
I go to the hound, I’m untouched, these niggas be hoes
I’m wondering though, why they got artillery for
Bitch leave me alone, it ain’t no fame from me in them songs
Bitch know how to make money fast, ’cause we done seen the top
Niggas think they on my ass, man tell them niggas stop it
Call my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping
Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the CD out
Fifty rounds, with Lil lizzie, yeah
Selling guns at my mama’s house
If they slide then let ’em slide I ain’t tryna see what they talkin’ ’bout
Fifty rounds, with Lil lizzie, yeah
Selling guns at my mama’s house
If they slide then let ’em slide
I ain’t tryna see what they talkin’ ’bout
(They talkin’ ’bout)

David Keenan – Unholy Ghosts Lyrics

I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God
Sat in hyperactive London’s cold Central Station
The city began sleeping like a dog

Then a tramp with one eye placed his hand on my thigh
I said, “Hold it. Pick a window. You’re leaving.”
“Oh, do forgive me,” he sighed
“I was a fan in my prime.”
He must’ve thought I was somebody else

Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most

On a street you’ve never heard of there’s a wooden piano
On its last legs in a last chance saloon
It is manned by a drunkard who is dripping with poetry
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
The man catches my gaze then produces this page
From his waistcoat with a slip disk smile

“Look boy, here is my last correspondence with Christ.”
I tried to read it, but my glasses were filthy

Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones who seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
Sure, I’d give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains

Past the government housing, right off Donaldson road
Open collars and open hearts
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes
As car lights knife their way through the dark
Then this feeling persists
We as people exist in a state of anticipation

You know it comes at a cost
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
And I tend to believe them these days

Here’s to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined to get left behind
Interest me the most
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
I would give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains

Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Or something freeing like that anyway

I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God

Prodigy – Stronger Lyrics

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain (Uh-huh)
Inflicted again (And again and again and again) and again
What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch)
My name is Str-Strong (Uh-huh)
Strong (Yeah, ayo)

[Verse 1]
The moonlight shines on the New York skyline
Midtown is lit up, the city is mine
As I drive across Queensbridge, I see it clearly
From my P.O.V. (What do they), this is fact not theory
Yeah, that rapper got money
But that rapper can’t walk through this concrete jungle ’cause he doin’ it wrong
New York belongs to Don P
You could have the rest of the world, I’m good (Strong) with these streets
Skyscrapers and housin’ buildings
I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn
I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens
And while you hire cops (What do they), I prefer my team
I got a powerful army, it’s no need for a gun
You want hardcore rap? You f**kin with the right one
This is maximum strength, there’s no need for drugs
You want reality rap, homie, you got the right one
I’m

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, (You know what?) Strong

[Verse 2]
Maybe once every tangerine moon I’ll be in the mood to paint the town red with your corpuscles
And plasma, some violent art
These thoughts in the corners (What do they) of my mind are dark
But then the Times Square lights, they switch my whole attitude
Reminds me of billions, that loot
I must persist, I must pursue
The rest of my success (Strong), I am not through
They tried to put my run to an end
But as sure as the point on the state buildin’
I stand tall, wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down (What do they), I’m way too strong
This is my town, my subways and sidewalks
I done ran through these gutters like a tunnel rat, pah’
Waist deep, inside of the shit
In the midst of the action where people get hit, look

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, Strong

[Prodigy]
Yeah
You ain’t never been touched means you don’t participate
Within the f**kery, you stay comfortably distant, from pain infliction
Meanwhile I’m (What do they) flirtin’ with Death
She put her lipstick on the collar of my shirt, next to my jugular
I ain’t tryin’ to keep her, I just wanna f**k her
When I pass through I’m too committed to life
She a bitch but I love her refuse to (Strong) part from her
I’m destiny’s child, I survived it all
The most high got a special plan just for me
My table is set,with cake for days
I’m a lil’ bit late but (What do they) it’s okay
My future’s so bright that I gotta wear shades
I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J
50 and P. Diddy, my relentless drive
To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again, and again
What do they call me?
My name, is Str-Strong, Strong
What do they
Strong

Digdat – Stainless Steel Lyrics (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & DigDat]
M1OnTheBeat
New Lambo, nizzy
Bring the clip back, empty
My Rambo went rusty
How can that steel be stainless?
I drop a four on my Chevy
Ice just make a bitch go dizzy
These f**kboys chasin’ clout
How them boys there still not famous?

[Verse 1: DigDat]
Run man out of their Air Max
S do it bareback, we don’t use gloves
Still puttin’ semi’s in auto’s
Only if I squeeze it, I press that clutch
My friends got life for a body
And they ain’t sorry, free up my brothers
I bought too much Balmain
But feel like I need more colours
Step in a yard with Dior runners
I just want top, don’t need those rubbers
I hate when they leave makeup
Fix up, but I still let her kiss on me neck
Put twenty bags in my mattress
Can’t let any bitch just sit on this bed
That’s four-fifty on my tee
Just cost me more than a half of B
My Rambo went rusty
How can that steel be stainless?
These f**kboys chasin’ clout
How them boys there still not famous?
Where was they when I was prayin’ for parole?
Had to file the appeal with papers
And the devil tried take away my soul
So I step in the field with shavers
I ain’t signing a deal for change, that’s shameless
Get it all back from these razors
I got all this pain, take gas from my throat
How I cope when I fight these demons
Lost all my bros for a long time
Still don’t know when they’re gonna see freedom
And my heart’s scarred, ain’t healin’
Jakes on my back, like f**k how I’m feelin’
Lost love but I never lost hope in dreamin’
We was in the streets all evenin’
Got a big back ting doin’ up Snaps
Like, come to the crib, stop teasin’

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I’m tryna fly out to London
Heard the money was abundant
Custom Louis V suit
You only gon’ know if you look at the buttons
You niggas users
I respect the dealin’ nigga, never the customer
If it weren’t for them, the bag prolly wouldn’t got-got
I take care of my smugglers
If I stack these hunnids, it’ll look just like Blue Towers
Shoutout to DigDat
We don’t respond to opps
So when niggas die, they wonder who did that
Brand new G63, it’s complicated
Got a dollar on the Benz app
Real big nigga, no six pack
Just big racks, big guns, no kick back
No red beam, red dot on the scope
I hit up a bitch from a distance
Light skin thot, thick and pretty
f**k her then I forgot she existed
Tryna take over the charts
It can’t be hard, we took over the trenches
If you a rook, don’t worry ’bout what the king doin’ nigga
Play your position
Big bag, I’ma f**k it up
Bad bitch said she gon’ f**k it up
In the club havin’ fun but we’ll f**k it up
Slap niggas suited out, them niggas cuttin’ up
They ain’t gon’ play with us, niggas ain’t dumb enough
Treadmill talk nigga, watch how I run it up
Heard big dawg put you and you f**ked it up
Heard he ain’t kill you, it puzzled us
New Lambo, nizzy
Bring the clip back, empty
I drop a four on my Chevy
Ice just make a bitch go dizzy
I’m only scared of the one in the mirror
Hoes that I cut off, niggas Amiri
Real big dawg, no rappin’, I’m serious
AR go off, look at boy on his period, bow

Cadell – Tower Hamlets Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let’s take a tour of Tower Hamlets
I gave a whole new meaning to the word ‘Bored’ in Tower Hamlets
Now you can get bored in Tower Hamlets
Fatality, jealous, currency, you can get it all in Tower Hamlets
Tell me ’bout your hood, yeah your hood’s good
But its not at all like Tower Hamlets
Ask bout man
Already ran like 3 quarters of the Hamlets
You got a 20 year old daughter?
Then I probably brought her to the Hamlets
All we know is slaughter in the Hamlets
We don’t follow orders in the Hamlets
She was at Tower of London
That’s the other corner of the Hamlets

[Chorus 1]
I love getting out of Tower Hamlets
To you that’s grime playing
But that’s just the sound of Tower Hamlets
Lots of talent found in Tower Hamlets
Selling white and brown in Tower Hamlets
Keep all that loud shit in Hackney
Better quiet down in Tower Hamlets

[Verse 2]
Look how I’m riding round Tower Hamlets
How are you the King of Tower Hamlets?
My killers ain’t getting caught, know why?
Cos they ain’t been to Tower Hamlets
Feds on my back so much
So I never lick it in the Hamlets
You said you like money chasing, huh?
Try and give a tick in Tower Hamlets
I keep my Instagram private
Lovewillgetyoukilled in Tower Hamlets
And I wanna die in the war
That’s why I’m still in Tower Hamlets
With the right P, you can run the borough
That’s how it is Tower Hamlets
You can tell I’m big in Tower Hamlets
As for the kids of Tower Hamlets?
They’re goofy cappin’ to get face
End up trapping to get paid
To pay for hostels and haze
Choices that cost em their mates
Then they start goofy cappin’ to get stripes
Acting like it’s alright
Then they get girls pregnant
And don’t even check if the kids alright
Welcome to daily life in Tower Hamlets
You don’t want a wife from Tower Hamlets
They make us not trust women
Take it from me, I’m from Tower Hamlets
And that ain’t all in Tower Hamlets
Your own family will hate on you like Claudius and Hamlet
Show me a borough that hate on eachother more than Tower Hamlets

[Chorus 2]
I love getting out of Tower Hamlets
To you that’s grime playing
That ain’t what it’s called in Tower Hamlets
Lots of talent found in Tower Hamlets
Selling white and brown in Tower Hamlets
Keep all that loud shit in Hackney
Better quiet down in Tower Hamlets

[Outro]
It can’t be the same for ever can it?
It won’t be the same for ever will it?
Say this every time before I bill it
Niggas broke in Tower Hamlets
They ain’t got Spotify or Apple Music
They’ll hear this in 2 years and say my “new tune’s hard”
So many new recruits I don’t know who yous are
I got fans out of London I trust more
If I give em bricks they will move these fast
Round here they’re too slow, not waking up till like 3, half past
f**k all your old arse bars
I’ll never do the road with no half hearts

Cadell – L.O.n.D.O.n Lyrics

[Intro]
Dawn in the east end of London
And three miles east of St Paul’s, the start of another busy day for one of the last real street markets left in this part of the capital
Roman Road, Bow

[Verse 1]
They call it capital of the globe
That’s their way of having something to probe
Plus the government cat for tax
They don’t wanna see the youth in control
So they throw ’em in flats for cash
And police always love to start shit
But they say the mandem are heartless
Like we didn’t go school, play a part
Until we departed
And the kids are poor, and want to war
Cause they watch too much telly
The control is widespread, not remote
We’ve seen it already
You just gotta make that big bang
Before you end up chasing pennies
And I know I love my city
But I know niggas are out to get me

[Hook 1]
In London, London
London
And I know I love my city
But I know niggas are out to get me
In London, London
London
And I know I love my city

[Verse 2]
Local authority hate on us
Put us in estates and label us gangs
An easy way of finding us
On TV, they pretend to be so kind with us
But that ain’t fine with us
Anytime we think we can change it
They’re back in our ends reminding us
They’d rather see us picking sides
Than be onside with us
Link my Gs by the cafe
Cause that’s where the egg and bacon is
Anytime there’s crime, we get the blame for it
And they get paid for it
So many people falling off
I guess they wasn’t made for it
I know it ain’t dangerous
But I make sure that my life ain’t taken

[Hook 2]
In London, London, London
I know it ain’t dangerous
But I make sure that my life ain’t taken
In London, London, London
I know it ain’t dangerous

[Verse 3]
Congestion charge is a bitch
Everyone says they’re loyal
But for the right price, they switch
It must be a London thing (f**k it)
I don’t know what it is
Might see us post on the strip
Smoking spliffs, plus we’re equipped (got that)
Some man do this image ting
But others try to get rich
They’d rather see who’s popular
Who’s f**ked whose girl, who’s knocked her up
Youngers get worse every year
And that’s cause no one hots them up
Truthfully, I love the ends
I try tell this to my country friends
But anytime I bring them to ends
They tell me “London’s not for us”

[Hook 3/Outro]
London, London
And I know I love my city
But I know niggas are out to get me
In London, London
London
I know it ain’t dangerous
But I make sure that my life ain’t taken
London’s not for us
Truthfully, I love the ends
I try tell this to my country friends
But anytime I bring them to ends
They tell me “London’s not for us”
(In the east end of London)

Cadell – Boy Wonder Lyrics

[Intro]
(Have you ever seen a Ghost?)

[Verse]
I’ve been struggling, rummaging round again
But this time, I’m focused on me and me only
Love in my heart, there’s no need to be lonely
Gave ten friends my number, three phoned me
Now the ball’s in my court, I free throw
Feds stop me at Gatwick, Heathrow
And Stanstead, they know how wicked man get
I used to have a Bluetooth handset
On a pedal bike when I didn’t wanna get my phone out
And I was told to get a life
But then I got a life and when niggas tried to take it
I was told to get a knife
But then I got a Rambo, man know
I will not stop until I’ve got about like nine mil
I had a MAC-11 not a 9mm
Back when they charged four bills for a feature
But now, it’s a different pattern
Catch me slipping? It’s you that’s lacking
I’m the type to run away screaming out “watch what happens”
Till you watch what happens
And I don’t wanna sing on myself
But if he violates, I cannot not nab him
Just cause I say street shit on grime
Top boys say that I’ve not got talent

But f**k it, I don’t need talent
I know Wolfpack, I know Greenbangers
I was a yout them times they was teens jammin’
Never knew growing up I would be savage
But I’m older and tryna get rebalanced
End fools careers and make dreams happen..
.. Yeah, I end fools careers
And I know junkies who swap tools for gear
I don’t call my peers, too cool for beers
Went school with things, went colly with stuff
But I ain’t a clown, no Noddy with us
And if anyone hates, it’s probably cause I’m serious
And they’re in a comedy club
Move low in the spot, ain’t hotting it up
West end, 1Xtra, got on a bus
Still live way better than anyone 20 in London
f**k it, I’m hotting ’em up
The perks of being me is while you listen to this
You ain’t even heard the half of my list
You don’t know the cost
They’re street thugs, I’m the underboss
We come through like we do motocross
Talk ’bout God? You best hold your cross

Oh my gosh, they think I’m gonna backflip
Backfoot my back foot
I was doing tunes when they couldn’t even strap hooks
Strap what? Are you that shook?
Man don’t mug me, I am not fooled
I am not cool, don’t left hand spud me
You’ll get a left hand, then you’ll be looking
At your right hand man like “let’s go country”
And they can’t say what the boy wonder’s under
Can’t ever say what the don don’s on
Can’t say what the boy wonder’s under
Why? Cause I never, ever put a foot wrong
Can’t say what the boy, can’t say what the boy
From the bottom of her heart, she wants the boy
Outfit, leg and an arm, it cost the boy
I could harm your roster boy
Don’t try and sign to me, do your own ting
It will be better
Cause young black entrepreneurs that came from the mud
Only makes the scene better, nigga, be clever
And we can get money or beef
We can do whatever, in the zoo or whatever
Down here’s two two for a two of the stretcher
When it gets peak, I know you ain’t a seller
When it gets peak and I’m on empty
Till I’m facing death like it’s meant, G
In their vid, they stunt and get X3s
Me? I sell songs and get Ps
When they didn’t wanna know, they was hating
Now it’s all hashtag NP
Smoke so much
That my lungs are blacker than Benji

And I’m old school like MSN
Old school like Dre and Eminem
Old school like when most drinks in the shop were twenty pence
Old school like Blessed John Roache School and Tom Edison
Old school like no number, send me a BlackBerry then
Old school, man pulled up outside the rave and
Man weren’t getting in
Old school Nike SCs, got ’em in white and brown
Now my feet look like a fiend
Old school Roman Road white tee
We’re family, not a team, Bow bop and lean
They grow crops in dreams
Don’t believe in them lies
Man already paged them guys
Man are old school like when they never had green
That’s old school

Old school, man got an offer to Eton
But I was on the road eating
Old school, Senrab, I was not goalkeeping
Scored the goals and go sleeping
Old school, it was no McD’s
Go to the cafe, bacon and beans
Old school, I never had a clue what I was gonna do
I made a squad or two
But you’re either gonna succeed or you’re gonna shot weed
But you’re gonna have kids and they’re gonna want Ps
You’re gonna work hard and you’re gonna want sleep
But think of the future, it’s not that peak
Start of the year, I was on a long streak
End of the year, I’ll be on a long streak
And me and my team still Dre Day
We treat London like Long Beach
Red flag, blue flag, low rider
Got stopped- yeah, yeah

Cadell – Fast Food & Lottery Tickets Lyrics

[Intro]

[Chorus]
They wanna know how I come in the business
I reply “it’s none of your business”
Now look at me, I’m running a business
On my own, nobody assisted
And cause of my dad, I’m young and I’m gifted
Hope they don’t get none of it twisted
I’ll still knock man out for gunning my sisters
Cause I don’t wanna end up back on the strip
Delivering fast food and lottery tickets
But I never had a job so none of ’em get it, f**k it
Or in OT with a baiter face
Telling a worker “go buy some credit”, f**k it
I ain’t getting no job, chat shit if you want
66 for the box
Look

[Verse 1]
I don’t trap, I’m a drinker
I’ll ride out, stuff six man in the sprinter
If I want swag, then I travel to Bicester
Cause I remember not having a listener
And I ain’t a work of art yet
I’ll still need somebody back in the picture
But I ain’t quitting for no one
So you won’t see me scrapping the scripture
Lefevre to Ladbroke to Lewisham
To Lansbury, they know me
And the London streets are cold, B
Nowadays man wanna beef their co-Ds
But I ain’t no defendant
So when I get money, I’m over-spending
That’s why I come across so defendant
I smoked the yard, then I broke and entered
And if you ain’t real, then ask for a refund
Save your money before the ting’s begun
And if you’re here to hate then get your P back
If not, bill a ting and then relax
What do you know about sitting on a train
From North to South England, carrying three straps?
Ain’t even gotta share that, you’re too gassed
Don’t encourage anybody to do that
I ain’t invincible
Stay alive, don’t snitch is the principle
Don’t fear no pawns or bishops or kings at all
And as for the rooks, they’re pricks and all
I took two steps, then I slid to the right
Don’t wanna be a king, what’s a king to a knight?
And I won’t do no link-up with I-OD
Cause I had a drink and I’m high

[Chorus 2]
So anyway, I got in the business
I went Liverpool to my brother at his crib
Doing rap but I learnt to spit quick
How old was I? Like twelve, thirteen
Anyway, it was a kid ting
Come back, then I got nicked at Tristan’s
They run up in the yard and I had a flick ting
Back then, gassed up, young on the strip
Eating fast food, playing lottery tickets
It was easier then, man I gotta admit it
Now feds have got about thirty man
All over the country in cans sitting down
I ain’t saying no names or baiting out case
Just know it ain’t rape
Can’t have that on our licence plate
We’re out here avoiding Trident, mate

[Verse 2]
Now they’re like ahh, he’s trying it bait, ‘llow it
Launchpad days, you was not that shower
First time that I set foot in the radio
First time that I saw a man sniff powder
First time that I thought man should sell that
First time that I saw man, it was a power
Broderick house, Balfron towers, East side for hours
Young flee gang never brung me fam, so I done me, fam
2014, it was only Truss we had
But then I got hooked on the country laps
Before Culps, we was the hungry batch
Mum don’t know when her son’ll be back
But she knows that I’m gonna be back
Cause since Guardian Angels, man have been the devil
And no one troubles me back, fact
Hotline Distributions
Problem? Hotline’s the solutions
The real fans will buy the exclusives
While fake fans admire the big movements
So out to the girls doing 9 to 5s
Who are ride-or-die and ain’t choosing
I could’ve got a job in computing
I could’ve been a cricketer too, but they tied me to shootings
I don’t come on the mic about shootings
I come on the mic and show man how to do things
I’ve got a holiday sponsorship, lots of piff
Two years flat after music
If you’ve got more than 100k for the next album
My brudda, we’ll do this
If you’re a female and you can handle my calls and emails
Come do this
Cause I’m drained, it was easier selling cocaine
But that isn’t a path I must take
Made two mil and I half it with Dwayne
Jack rang me up like “what you saying?”
Now man’s hitting the park to link Shane
Insane how I’m still the same
But they all say I’ve changed, but I know I ain’t
Or have I?
I want a manager that’s a rabbi
Cause I ain’t like them, now, am I?
And I can’t let them win, can I?
Bars go over your head like shampoo
Mind that you don’t get bad eyes
How can I be the bad guy?
You don’t feed me, you don’t clothe me

[Chorus 3]
Tell me, who do I owe in the business?
They prance around but they all know who the prince is
And the feds charged me with negative ID parade and fingerprinting
That means somebody’s snitching
Still buss case cause I ain’t a victim
That’s why I focus on this ting
There must be some way better to live
Than eating fast food, shotting lottery tickets
Man’s due to link up with Potter and bill it
Been through a lot- oi, blud, yeah keep that

Wiley – Sizes Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Going on the floor to the source
Back to the village on a horse
The last shipment that came in the other day weighs more than a horse
I can’t lose my sauce
Gotta be natural ‘cause I can’t force it
Why? ‘Cause there’s a fish in the sea that’s there right now ‘cause Nobody caught it
Everybody gonna eat well
But if you don’t wanna work, oh well
I’m like a town hall that you might drive past
But inside it’s a sick hotel
See me in the manor with the Gs
‘Nuff doors so I got ‘nuff keys
Got the vibes exciting
Big Dance every gal is invited

[Chorus]
Yeah, I asked my brother for the truth
Yeah, he told me go hit the booth
Yeah, if you ain’t doing music, what’s the use?
That’s the truth
You can take my sizes
When you gonna realise it?
Godfather of Grime in the place
All parties advertise it
It’s a culture I specialise in
Our economy just from vibezin’
Outside I ain’t the one hiding
Nah, you can’t take my sizes
Nah

[Verse 2]
Grime that’s my sound, support it
Package export it, people import it
Walk the walk, talk the talk
Distribution sorts it
Hear me on the riddim it’s a par
I ain’t new fam I came from far
In E3 I learnt to get Lizzie
Ever since the manna manna been busy
Back on the road, the tarmac
Same colour, always have my cars black
I can score this I ain’t gotta pass back
This year, I’m only on hard tracks
I’m not a lightweight I’m a hard back
I run a man out of town with a car jack
Still the same don when I get p
Bring it back to the hood and a I half that

[Chorus]
Yeah, I asked my brother for the truth
Yeah, he told me go hit the booth
Yeah, if you ain’t doing music, what’s the use?
That’s the truth
You can take my sizes
When you gonna realise it?
Godfather of Grime in the place
All parties advertise it
It’s a culture I specialise in
Our economy just from vibezin’
Outside I ain’t the one hiding
Nah, you can’t take my sizes
Nah

[Verse 3]
I came from the pirate radio
So I know about barring
I grew up on the London streets
So I know about warring
All I wanna do is go and get the job done no umming and arring
If you didn’t know, Grime is a movie
Me and my bredrin starring
I call James up I call Marvin
A man get live on the set
When merking each other all the time on the set
Man wanna buss a couple rhymes on the set
Take two draw and get high on the set
If I don’t do this, I won’t feel right
I can spit bars for the whole of the night
Man know that I got bars for the sparring
When it get’s real I got bars for the mic

[Chorus]
Yeah, I asked my brother for the truth
Yeah, he told me go hit the booth
Yeah, if you ain’t doing music, what’s the use?
That’s the truth
You can take my sizes
When you gonna realise it?
Godfather of Grime in the place
All parties advertise it
It’s a culture I specialise in
Our economy just from vibezin’
Outside I ain’t the one hiding
Nah, you can’t take my sizes

Nah, you can’t take my sizes
When you gonna realise it?
Godfather of Grime in the place
All parties advertise it
It’s a culture I specialise in
Our economy just from vibezin’
Outside I ain’t the one hiding
Nah, you can’t take my sizes
Nah

Tim O’brien – Fiddler’s Green Lyrics

There’s a sad tale I’ll tell you of a sailor man’s life
How his love for the high seas it cost him a wife
When I’ve told you my story I’m sure you’ll agree
It’s not but pure folly when a man goes to sea
Just a young man of twenty I was courting a lass
Full of innocent beauty with style and with class
But the ships in the harbor they beckoned it seemed
I was lured by the trade winds to find fiddler’s green
When first I went sailing how a young girl did cry
But the lure of the trade winds could not be denied
And though she vowed to be faithful as my ship sailed away
She would marry another one year from that day
Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green
Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams
Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene
Enchantment awaits you on fiddler’s green
Well I’ve sailed many oceans since I left Boston town
And my hair has turned silver it was once chestnut brown
And from London to Bombay and ports in between
I was always in search of this fiddler’s green
And to the young lads now courting pretty maiden’s so fair
Should you hear those trade winds let me warn you beware
Go marry your young girl, as corn and your beans
Don’t waste your young manhood on fiddler’s green
Yo ho ho, fiddler’s green
Bewitching young sailors with all of your dreams
Yo ho ho, she’s calm and serene
Enchantment awaits you at fiddler’s green

Ariana Grande – ​into you (live) Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I’m so into you, I can barely breathe
And all I wanna do is to fall in deep
But close ain’t close enough, ’til we cross the line, hey yeah
So name a game to play, and I’ll roll the dice, hey

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh baby, look what you started
The temperature’s rising in here
Is this gonna happen?
Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move
Before I make a move

[Chorus]
So, baby, come light me up, and, baby, I’ll let you on it
A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that’s how I want it
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body
‘Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you
Got everyone watchin’ us, so, baby, let’s keep this secret
A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don’t let them see it
A little less conversation and a… my body
I’m so into you, yeah

[Bridge]
Tell me what you came here for
‘Cause I can’t, I can’t wait no more
I’m on the edge with no control
And I need, I need you to know
You to know, oh yeah

[Chorus]
(So, baby, come light me up [Light me up])
(And, baby, I’ll let you on it)
(A little bit dangerous [A little bit dangerous])
(But, baby, that’s how I want it [How I want it])
(A little less conversation and a little more touch my body)
(‘Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you)
Let me hear y’all one more time, oh babe
So, baby, let’s keep it secret
A little bit scandalous, yeah
Oh baby
London, I wanna see y’all jump, let’s go

[Outro]
(So come light me up)
So come light me up, my baby
(Little dangerous)
A little dangerous, my boy
Oh yeah, yeah
(‘Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you)

Gucci Mane – Big Boy Diamonds Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds (Burr)
I’m that big boy stepper, I’m that stepper
All my steps calculated, I’m that stepper, nigga (Free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I’m the one that’s stepping, nigga
I’ma step, one thing about me, yeah
I’m in London, got my beat from London (Go)

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’ (Damn)
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
Big boy diamonds

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Beat down your lady vagina, rockin’ the latest designer
Pull off like abracadabra, boo-hoo
Pull right back up in a Jag’ with voodoo
Milkin’ these bitches like Yoo-hoo
Shit on these niggas, I doo-doo
I’m passin’ gas like I farted
Boy, if you smelled it, you dealt it
Water on me like I’m meltin’, water
Fuck on your daughter, don’t call her, water
Come here, lil’ bitch, I’m your father, water
Call me daddy, I’m your papi
Comin’ over, drop the addy
I was on Xannies already, I be on mollies already
Fuck all the talkin’, I been done shot ’em already

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Gucci Mane]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’ (Go)
Big boy diamonds

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’ma be icy in Heaven
Diamonds on me and they white like a wife at the wedding
I done shot dice with my celly
I taught a lifer a lesson
I put that knife on the peasant (Huh)
I bought the choppers already
Gucci the G.O.A.T. but you know it already (G.O.A.T.)
Scope on the rifle, I’m holdin’ it steady
Diamond AP like Elvis Presley, dancin’ (Wop)
Play like you hard, but you sweeter than jelly
Bitch, I’m the shit, it ain’t shit you can tell me (Huh)
Her stomach on flat ’til my dick in her belly
Think I’m a lick, spend a brick on a Presi’
Christmas, I want a stick for a present
Baguette Chopard, it’s factory setted (Bling)
Run up on Wop and you’ll never forget it
I broke the dam, I told ’em to flood it
I want the cash, I don’t want the credit
Went in my stash and gave me a budget
My pockets so budgy that bitches is callin’ me handsome
That then, was callin’ me ugly (Huh?)
I caught a rash from countin’ the money
I’m changin’ the climate like global warming (Bling)
She seen the charm and said I’m charming
The watch on my arm, it come with an army

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
This ain’t a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it’s permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
I’m a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin’ the climate
She like the way I be vibin’
Big boy diamonds

Summer Walker – Body Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1]
I been all in my phone, I got options
And I don’t wanna tell you to drop it
But I don’t wanna play unfair, yeah, yeah
Somethin’ that makes me look at you too often
And baby, you can give it somethin’
Baby, I can run overtime, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what it is
I can’t tell you what it is
But you got me goin’ crazy
Sex with you is so amazin’
How, how long can you go, baby?
Better last to my body, so ’cause it crazy

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m talkin’ crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I’m late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my fresh, but I
Wouldn’t wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn’t wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin’ (Sayin’, sayin’)
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin’

[Outro]
I know, oh, I
I know, oh, I
I know we ain’t gotta talk, alright
I know you ain’t gotta talk, alright
Baby, I, I just wanna talk to you
I just wanna talk to you
Don’t this shit, don’t this shit
Know that we did, oh

Juice WRLD – Purple Moncler Lyrics

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[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ‘gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Chorus]:
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ’gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Chorus]
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ‘gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ’gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Verse 2]

Uh, aye, count that cash
Uh, Im too ahead they can’t catch up
Team too ahead, they can’t catch up
Fifty shots, to his head, he need back up
For real
I dont like toting guns
But i may have to shoot to kill
N*ggas hate that im winning
Now they dont wanna see me live
They too lazy to get it
Its a lot of shit to give up
Just stay focused on your mission
And dont ever ever give up
Codeine on ice really fucking up my liver
Finally scared to be overdosing
I know that shit give me shivers
But dont worry, tell em god got me
Just an uplifter
Deep inside sometimes I wonder if God can even hear
But imma keep praying
Imma keep hope up
Imma keep face (what else)
[?] Pistol tote tucked
Shoot em in the face
If he get in the way of the cake
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