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410 – Pulling Up Lyrics

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[Intro]
AV
Who made this? JB Made this

[Hook: AM]
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey

[Verse 1: Vic9]
[Translation needed]
[?]

[Verse 2: Skengdo]
Be careful who you’re sendin’ for, the corn come live like Heather
Don’t act up, we’ll let it rain, no way you can stop this weather
Oi, take man’s cheese and cheddar
Bust man’s head and I’ll show man tekkers
Dem man dere just cap for the uni girls
But they wanna go on like drillers

[Hook: AM]
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey

[Verse 3: AM]
It’s alright if you don’t want problems
I wouldn’t beef me either
War ain’t cheap but we doin’ it often
I could get round there, some’ minor
How many girls gonna say that they love me?
Then they lie, tryna say that I’m finer
‘Cause I’m up, they forget that I’m ugly
And because I’m a selfish niner

[Verse 4: Skengdo]
Fuckin’ fibbers
Them man there not ready
Hella teeth, boutta trim up like dinners
Look ,half of my team in jail
Roads and that, and my team still winnin’
Skengs and rambo’s out
Who’s about?
Let’s go fishin’

[Hook: AM]
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey

[Verse 5: Vic9]
[Translation needed]
[?]

[Verse 6: AM]
Woulda thought that it had no brakes
The thing just crash in the weirdest place
The boy dem ran off and left their mates
And that’s just suttin’ I cannot rate
Wait, let me get this straight
You hang with guys and you know they’re fake
How many Ls can a person take?
Better sign out, it’s late

[Hook: AM]
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey
Pullin’ up, dirty
Extended clip, 30
Wiggin’ it, curly
Fryin’ it, turkey

Mika Bomb – Super Sexy Razor Happy Girls Lyrics

Ba bababah ba bah bah bah babah! x2

End of the day working in the slick job
Frat boys rap against the bus-stop
I heard you now someone’s gonna have to pay

We should be prepared to out your karaoke
My roast stinks like a turkey
Little bitch, you never gonna make me cry

God knows I’m not a baby
But sometimes every body needs a friend…
Super sexy razor happy girls!

End of the day working in the slick job
Frat boys rap against the bus-stop
I heard you now someone’s gonna have to pay

Holding hands reading me the weather
Slight face like a motherf**ker
He knows only girls are out tonight

God knows I’m not a baby
But sometimes every body needs a friend…
Super sexy razor happy girls!

Ba bababah ba bah bah bah babah! x2

Super sexy razor happy
Super sexy razor happy
Super sexy razor happy girls!

Stice – Food Cave Lyrics

Hold onto my skin so tight
Beef yolk in the zone make a dick go yikes
Beef hole with a groan makes a perfect lunch yum
Fight the urge to f**k
Fight my nurge
Baby try to make my night
Make food in the cave while i break egg whites
Hot cream in the ass from a pointed spike
Touch skin and again and again and again
I bone on the cunt side
I clogged wide arrid caves
Nightmare world gang stalk body
Food that gets it on thats me i died like horror vacuii
On this curd
This beef this yolk this cheese this squash this heedless vegus wreckless gaping tasteless omelette

Yop head gotta go for the taste, jerk off
Make for food for the house no face
It feels so bad that im so f**king tall
Noodle hard on the cream no shit
I got too sick i couldn’t eat at all
Did it hurt when she said f**k the food on the bed
Beef the yolk, slice the bread and ill jerk off
Sucky cord cheesy rope wellness cope with the thought
That a meal makes me hot feed the food to the head
Squash the thought slurp a stick suck it hard
Til the guts coming off on the floor feed the food to the head
Jerk it off etc feed the food to the head

Thighs touch to the crust like pie
Make like my pants baby split my mind
Take it one at a time
Call it boned by stice
Wet slits on the menu baby eat hair then you her out on the window what a treat say thank you
Spit out what you dont chew
Bitch flavors coming through
Spitch cookie i love you
Crick im gonna eat mine too
Jerk off etc
Food straight to the heads nice pipe
Feed to the teeth chompy white white white
I piss on the ass of every meal I bight
Nice food

Chicken wing beef toast
Apple sweet egg yolk
Curry sugar beet nut purple root beer float
Pumpkin pork roast beed
Garlic prune swiss cheese
Apricot spaghetti chocolate chip ice cream
Rice tomato sauce
Peanut pineapple
Lobster macaroni almond candy floss
Brocolie chickpea
Eggplant blt
Cocacola marmalade zuchini cream
Cherry lemonade
Chewing gum white crepes
Pizza pudding strawberry corn fish black pantycakesreuben pad thai bun
Olive grape muffin
Lemon veal lasagna french fry big mushroom
Yogurt tofu pie
Hummus cheesecake limes
Ginger barley onion walnut glass of wine
Turkey doughnut hole
Banana chip bread bowl
Mozerella cereal and mint mangos

Robbie Williams – Yeah! It’s Christmas Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
There’s twinkle lights
And colored balls
And holly bells
To deck the halls
But the turkey’s burnt
All those arguments
Oh, it’s Christmas
With neighbors Bob
And Betty here
The folks you see
But once a year
Eatin’ all my food
Drinkin’ all my beer
Yeah, it’s Christmas

[Chorus]
The red-suited, bearded, fat, man is on his way
But all I get is socks and bills to pay
‘Cause we’re celebratin’ Christmas

[Verse 2]
And paper hats
And in a heap
And cracker kings
Are sound asleep
And the TV’s on
But it all repeats
Yeah, it’s Christmas

[Chorus]
The red, cheap, jolly, fat, guy’s on his sleigh
Oh, we’re in debt, but there’s a year to pay
‘Til we’re celebratin’ Christmas

[Outro]
All hush falls on
The neighborhood
Kinda like
We knew it would
All is calm
All is good
Yeah, it’s Christmas

Mac Miller – The Bargain Lyrics

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Yeah
Said I

[Verse 1]
Made a promise with my deranged conscious
In return he told me the voice in my head would quiet down
All I gotta do is never speak of his existence or eternal soul
Other wise it’s terminal
And I hate to worry those
With my dirty nose and my perverted ways
It hurts me that I hurt you
Never meant to cause a person pain
Deteriorate a skeleton regurgitate my vertebrae
Lord I beg your mercy
Can you take me on a perfect day
I always wondered what determines fate
And who’s tending to the garden by the pearly gates
They don’t want you to be anything but what they tell you
Sell you on a line
Watch the murder rate
Circulate
Lord merciful
He ride around heaven in a 69 convertible
No shirt beneath the purple coat
Known to get surgical at the turkey bowl
He throw a baseball like a motherfuckin girl though

[Hook]
What is this underworld you speak of
And why is everybody tryna teach us
Why is it considered so rude to walk around in the nude
And why do we hurt the ones we love
Yeah
I always wondered if jesus had an ego
Insecurities when he got emo
Why do I insist on going over your head
Why don’t I just make hits
Gotta be so weird

[Verse 2]
Yeah yeah
I’ve been awake for so long
I feel myself disintegratin’
But I’ll never stop the innovation
I’m addicted to creation
That’s the worlds greatest miracle
My vehicle, no one told me how to steer it though
I’m toyin’ with my hallucinations
Hope it don’t spoil and turn into inferno
I’m lost in the wormhole searching for the hearse souls
Watchin’ as the germs grow
Take over the Earth slow
I’m unaware in a comfy chair sippin’ Merlot
Waitin’ till I hear my number callin’ it’s my time to go
Insomnia, oh how I always get along witcha
They don’t want us to be friends but I’m so fond of ya
And I can stay in Narnia forever
The human brain couldn’t measure how the pleasure feel
I disagree with what they said was real
And, if this a war I need a better shield
Yeah

[Outro]
This ain’t nothing but another idea to be forgotten at the bottom of a drawer in my apartment, lost
I tried to bargain with the man up stairs
I just hope I got a fan out there

NLE Choppa – Problems Lyrics

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[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Five-Five-Six, hit a nigga broad day
Shoot him in the leg and I took off his face
We ain’t doing no playing, we totin’ these Drac’s
I catch him up in traffic, boost the murder rate
Murder on my mind, I coming like Melly
I pop me a perc and it’s sitting in my belly
I went on a mission, you know I was ready
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Mageddon
I might shoot to Chicago and link up with Tay
I hit up the plug, I need me a play
I used to be broke, I made me a way
And free all my niggas, they fighting the cases
They locked in the cage, you know that they with it
They know I’m from Memphis, they know that we killin’
When these bullets hit, you know it’s no healin’
Cause I aim at your noggin, I’m knockin’ your fitted

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
When you talking to me, come correct
Shoot through your neck, you don’t need a vest
We totin’ them Drac’s, put up your TEC
And just like a pussy, I leave him wet
Hide your momma, hide your son
You know I’m a savage when I got a gun
We killin’ for real, we do it for fun
You could call me Osama, I keep me a bomb

[Verse 2: TaySav & NLE Choppa]
Back in the party, my Glock out
F&N make niggas clock out
I’m on the block with the rocks out
Call Choppa, tell his ass pop out
Make all the guys bring all the mops out
AR-15 with the stock out
I been going too hard, I can’t stop now
Nigga Patek bust down, like a thot now
They know I’m a bug, might rob the plug
Feed him some slugs, came from the slums
Make your bitch suck on my dick like a thumb
Flexin’ too hard, man you niggas some bums
Don’t love these bitches, cause bitches is dumb
Just wanna fuck, when I hit ’em, I’m done
Being broke, it made me pick up gun
Ask one of the guys and gave it like “huh”
Ain’t ask no questions, he gave me a seven
Asked for some work and he gave me a seven
Slid on the opps ’cause I knew I was ready
Shoot at his brain ’til it turns to spaghetti
Ain’t got no dollar, you niggas is petty
Caught my first body, I hopped out a Chevy
Them slugs hit your chest and your body get heavy
I pop out with choppers, so nigga don’t test me
Aye, this nigga think he a problem
I make a phone call to Choppa
We gon’ run down on his partners
He made a phone call to me, so I pulled in a hurry
He tried to run off, get hit with the 30
You knowin’ that I’m poppin’ niggas like perky’s
Them bullets heat a nigga just like a turkey

Moneybagg Yo – No Filter Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard
Hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 1]
They be on me, I don’t do the choosing
Fucking on twins, this shit get confusing
Bitches be low-key junkies, beggin’
How you turn me down knowin’ you ready?
Tax time, you couldn’t wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin’
Alexa, play Rocko, “We Ain’t Goin’ Steady” (At all)
Red bottom my slippers (They slimy)
I can’t help but bleed in ’em, crime scene in ’em
Hibachi my drip (My drip)
These here Japanese denim, plenty cheese in ’em
What’s a drink infection?
A double cup, fill this shit up with OZ’s in it
Her pussy was fat but she anorexic
Then she wipe her eyes when I skeet in ’em (Woah)
No question what NuNu gon’ do (Why?)
I can vouch for my lil’ fool (Sing it)
I’m at a warehouse with dope in the tool
I get it back then I’m bustin’ a move (Score)

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 2]
Me goin’ broke, that’s highly unlikely
Came with you, but lookin’ ’round here, this ho like me
She go both ways, her friend like her wifey
Ayy, let’s have a triple threat, meds that excite me
Coupe do the dash, I vanish (I’m gone)
Might have a warrant, outstanding (I don’t know)
You see the laws, don’t panic (Don’t do that)
Watchin’ them babies, no nanny (Stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain’t a sack good (Sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in a Backwood (Never)
Got a church girl hollerin’ Bread Gang (Hah)
She ain’t seen the slums but she act hood (Act like)
Gangster and you knew that
Know you wanna walk up, don’t do that
Big old diamonds, where my tooth at?
AMG Benz, I just coupe that
I just blew that while you do that
Hit my label then recoup that (Right back)
Can’t nobody stop me from poppin’ it
I drop a money bag on an opposite, hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

PnB Rock – T-Shirt Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ever

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her, I couldn’t leave her
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt
In my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt (Oh yeah)
I’m a believer, this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
In-in my t shirt, in-in my t shirt

[Pre-Verse: PnB Rock]
Woah, there she go (Woah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
When I wake up in the morning, see you spreading (on my sheets)
It’s so many things that’s going through my head (while you sleep)
If I touch you there, I bet you spread your legs (More freak)
Kill that pussy then I put you back to bed (R.I.P.)
But hold up, when we done, yes that was good sex
But go hop in the shower and make me some breakfast
I want some french toast, with all that extra cheese
Eggs, home fries and I’m good with the ketchup
And I want some turkey bacon too
I’m hungry so make a plate for two
Then I snack on your booty, go blend me a smoothie
I swear I can’t leave it and that’s word to Lil Tunechi

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her (Yeah), I couldn’t leave her (Woah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t shirt (In my t shirt), in-in my t shirt (Oh yeah, in my t shirt)
I’m a believer, this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I hit you when times is hard (Yeah)
‘Cause you help my mind evolve (Yeah)
You take my mind abroad (Yeah)
Must be a sign from God (Yeah)
I gots to keep you close (Close)
He likes to give you rope (Damn)
He let you hang yourself (Damn), I let you hang and smoke (Yeah)
I let you drank and smoke (Yeah)
We fuck, we talk, we joke
We get emotional, you cry, and I got a lump in my throat
Man, love is so dope
Girl fuck that fuckboy
And you don’t need no fuck toys
And you can make as much noise
And if you’re down for it, I’m up for it
But it’s something about your fucking eyes
That can see through to my other side
And these other hoes (Yeah), they make me cum (Woah)
But you, you make me come alive

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & PnB Rock]
She know I need her (Woah), I couldn’t leave her (Yeah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t-shirt (In my t shirt), in-in my t-shirt (In my t-shirt)
I’m a believerr (Woah), this girl a keeper
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t-shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt
She know I need her (Woah), I couldn’t leave her (Yeah)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
The ways she fuck me then she walk around in my t-shirt (The way she)
In my t-shirt (In my t-shirt), in-in my-t shirt (In my t shirt)
I’m a believer (Yeah), this girl a keeper (Woah)
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
The way she lay it down and walk around in my t shirt
In-in my t-shirt, in-in my t-shirt

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Got to bust and I’m cumming all on my t-shirt
T-shirt, my t-shirt
Got to bust a nut all up in my t-shirt
T-shirt, my-t shirt

YNW Melly – Inmate Stories Lyrics

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(intro)
Sit back down imma explain it to you
Imma explain it to you like
All this shit, what you wanna hear bout bruh?
Shit, let a nigga know
I ain’t been shit since I been out
Shits brazy in here man
Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly
Let me tell you something

(verse1)
Niggas in the gram, niggas in that bitch to turn to snitch
Niggas in that bitch suckin’ dick
Hold up wait a minute we ain’t really on that bullshit
Nigga I will hit you with the stick
I was in that bitch wildin’ with them motherfuckin’ jits
Who got the plugs on them sticks?
All bout that skrilla I was locked up wit them gorillas
And I ran into a couple killas
Ran into Lil Cory yeah that nigga really on the shit
And he’s throwing L’s in that bitch
I was locked up, nigga, year in that bitch
Damn near failed in that bitch
School wasn’t shit easy ass work in that shit
Easy ass work in that shit
Staff sucking dick, staff in that bitch fuck the clique
Staff trynna twerk in that shit
All these hoes shit many niggas in there ain’t shit
Man them pussy niggas they’re fake
These niggas hate these niggas smile in your face
Probably spray your ass with the rake
Hold up wait, wait. These niggas really don’t care
These niggas don’t give a damn
These niggas flaw, these niggas locked up damn
This how it is in the gram
Yeah, Mr. Mayor, I was locked up in cell
Hopin’ that my niggas doin’ well
Praying for Lil Shawn, praying for my nigga J Green
Trynna get the guap by any means
I was in that bih wildin’ with my mother fucking dawgs
We was skipping school in the halls
I was so tired of eating that nasty ass food
Taking showers in them dirty ass draws
I got the top, I was so stressed
I had to get it, I had to move
I was locked up with the mother fuckin’ goons
In a mother fucking 4 by 4 room
Bitch I weren’t stressin’, I was finessin’
I’m hittin’ licks, I was a legend
I was the best fucking rapper in the compound
Nigga had a gun that hold a 100 rounds
Fuck with the staff, bitch I had face
I was eatin’ good every kind of place
4 for 4 Wendy’s and good taste
4 for 4 Wendy’s locked up [?]
Hitting up McDonalds dollar menu
Fuck that nigga hell naw I got face
I always get the mothefuckin’ quarter pounder double cheeseburger
And that mother fucking milkshake
Wait, young nigga serving weight
Staffed in the gram they be fresh
Thugged out nigga, all them nigga servin’ straight drugs
They the plug and they getting all the weight
(Get it on the way)
I was trynna run up the check
I was in that bih getting checked
When I hit a lick with that young nigga Barnes in that bitch
We was thumbin’ through a whole fucking check
Skurt off in a vet (ya) I ain’t skurt off in a vet
Nigga I was sleeping on the slab
I was with them blood, I’m bleeding red in the lab
Peel a fuck nigga like a scab
I was in the tech lab downloading music
Yeah, I was downloading music
G shine, u shine, I shine, we shine
Blood gang shout out to my big homie boosie
Free that nigga zoo, free that nigga smith
Free that niggas other that’s locked up in that bitch
Free all of my niggas that was piped up in that bitch
Doing 3 years like life up in that bitch
Niggas in your view, gotta strikeout in that bitch
Fights poppin’ out I don’t know where
Miracle big booty bitch that work there ain’t had no hair
That shit there really weren’t fair
When you locked up it seemed like nobody care
Your momma only see you like 2 times a week
Wait, matter fact 1 you don’t run into no freak
Man that shit depressing, I ain’t get no pussy
I was in that bih eating school snack cookie
I was tired of them fucking school snack cookie
I was trynna, get some school snack pussy
I ain’t worried bout it man, you know I had it on me
Yeah you know my niggas yeah, I was in there lonely
I was in the cell, I was chillin’ on my lonely
I ain’t have cell mates, I wasn’t eatin’ on bolony
Bolony went to ham then I switched this shit to turkey
[?]
If a nigga try you when he get out they gone hurt you
Catch you in the class broad day they gonʼ hurt you
Niggas in that bih getting split with da tray
Niggas in that bih switching up, turnin’ gay
Niggas in that bih smilin’ in your face
Racist ass crackers they don’t like are black race
I was in that bih getting knowledge from the old head
Young nigga, bad bitch wait?
Aye, hold up wait, whoady
Yellow bitch walking like she bow leg
Wait, let me get back on top
Ran into some niggas got the plug on the chop
Hold up wait, gotcha
Burger King I ain’t eat no fucking whopper

G Herbo – Visionary Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh, mothafucka
Yeah, I’m finna go grab the Lambo truck soon as that bitch drop
No bap
Ayy, uh, you’re big dawg now, you get smart

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Pussy)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Who?)
I wasn’t never scared (Ooh), I wasn’t never worried (Ooh)
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Now here I go off Percs (Nigga)
Nigga, what’s the controversy? (Nigga)
Probably would’ve been your daddy had the condom burst (That’s damn right)
But don’t mention my fuckin’ name, I don’t want that drama emergin’
While y’all niggas on it
I’ll text everybody where your house at and send everybody to purge you
One day I’ma buy my bitch a Birkin
But, I gotta stay on my grind, shit, I gotta stay workin’
There’s at least a dub callin’ on my line, cook up, bitches twerkin’
Wht you want, a turkey?
You tryna get this shit any lower than this, fuck you want, some mercy?
What you on, a Pereky?
And you say those 15s ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you
What you on, a 30?
You got that gold on and got souls gonna go
Fuck, you think you Xeres?
Ain’t no submittin’, if you want my spot, bitch, gotta murk me

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Like who?)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Mothafucka)
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 2]
I’m in the booth, I knock that out
I got a verse for 30 (Got a verse for 30)
Still keep a Perk or somethin’ in my lil’ pocket
I pop in case of emergencies (Ooh)
And it get hectic, I pull out this lil’ rocket
Clock in the sizzock, knock your little shit outta it
Play in the street, tryna get every bit out of it
Met the connect, I finessed a little brick out of it
Trap goin’ brazy, I just had to sit on it
That shit gon’ get at it (Huh)
Chopper goin’ brazy, we goin’ too brazy
The cops keep on raidin’ it but ain’t get shit out of it (Huh)
Yeah, I been runnin’ with my dawgs (I been runnin’ with my)
So you know it’s licks involved
All I know is get rich, that’s all
Blow 20K, send my bitch to ball
Hit the A ’cause I ain’t been to Phipps in long
Bitch, I’m eatin’, all I leave ’round tips and bones
One chain look like a 60 ball
Slide on your bitch at six in the morning
After I leave her, leave that bitch alone
Block her on my cellular phone, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Mothafucka)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30
I’m a visionary

Joey Bada$$ – RING THE ALARM lyrics

Azlyrics

(feat. Kirk Knight, Meechy Darko & Nyck Caution)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I was born runnin’ with the baton
Now I’m known as the young intellectual don
Until I’m gone, where I’m from, the real don’t get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don’t want none
No beef could never hurt me
I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly, it’s the double entendre monster
Takin’ haunted constant trips through your conscious
So be cautious
If it call for it, we leavin’ corpses
The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow’s never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G’s move in silence like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered
I was drippin’ in the gold since a minor
Sittin’ on my throne overlookin’ my empire, uh, uh

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the lobsters, huh
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the…

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Who you mad at? They ain’t have to ask that
Attack with the backlash, where’s my cash at?
Runnin’ all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack
Goin’ off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac
Havin’ flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back
Hit ’em with the blackjack, goin’ through a stack fast
I snap with the raps, I make ’em bring the whole track back
Niggas get smacked with the realer
When I drop, it’s all killer, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, nigga
I’ll personally deliver each shot that won’t miss ya
And when it hit ya, it’s no warnin’
We bombardin’, me and my squadron
If you want it, get your army
We droppin’ bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left, we just feed ’em to the zombies

[Bridge: Meechy Darko]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Ring the alarm, we ain’t keepin’ it calm
Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I’m on
Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflictin’ damages, I can’t recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I’m breakin’ even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon’ need some gauzeAnd that alcohol, we only goin’ bar for bar
You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house?
I snap out ’em and flipped it around to where I’m at now
Livin’ legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let’s bring it back
It ain’t even about the bars, they bumpin’ whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rappin’ on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Likkle bwoy dun backshot we’ll bury ya
Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka
Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya)
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

Dave Evans Solo – She Comes Into The Station lyrics

Azlyrics

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Just a littler girl from Denver.
Her mother was from Maine.
Her daddy up and left her.
Never been the same.

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

About her brother on the needle.
Her mother cried it out.
And her sister being lonely.
Never finding out.

About her uncle doing cold turkey.
An Aunt ready for the grave.
And a cousin in the army.
Trying to prove he’s brave.

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

About a baby boy in Oklahoma.
Doesn’t even know his name.
Another back in West Virginia.
And a third back in Maine.

Talking about a husband.
Who left her on her own.
Who left her with her trying load.
Never to come home.

Well She comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

Yes she comes into the station,
Talking about her life.

smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

Gregory Porter – The Christmas Song

Azlyrics

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots, with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa’s on his way
He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you

smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

Big Mac – Empire lyrics

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been living on the lowest rung
I take my chances ‘cuz nobody would give me one
Daddy told me that he really didn’t want a son
So I traded my name and I got a gun

[Verse 2]
Now I’m living Bull City lake life
Where the girls look good but they ain’t nice
Where yo head get smashed if you look twice
Where dem killers play the dice with yo own life

[Verse 3]
I’ve been thinking bout the future for my whole life
And I’ve been watching yo girl for the whole night
She can’t see me cuz she can’t see through the flashing lights
Take her to the lake, get her high, first in flight
Yeah

[Verse 4]
My swag nerdy but my flow dirty
Gettin under your skin that some hoe jerky
Shoot you till you gobblin that’s a dumb turkey
SnakePit crew aint ever had mercy

Bryson Tiller – Set It Off (True To Self Album)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Faith Evans & Bryson Tiller]
Oh, my inspiration comes from you, oh
So you think you got what it takes
To be my ride or die?
Okay
We shall see

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I been out here soul searchin’
Ayy, say you still got it, girl, what makes you so certain?
Hit it, quit it, then went cold turkey
You been committed through this whole journey
Got a girl that don’t expect as much from me
That’s why she gets so much love from me
She just might be the one for me
Ain’t no need to question, down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set if off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come

[Verse 2]
Do you remember them days, I would cut school and come to you
Ma’ was cool so I got comfortable
Sleeping on the couch, sneak up to your room, ayy
I found out you was a freak too soon, ayy
Your family thought we had baby too soon, phh
I told your family not to speak too soon, ayy
Three years later, I’m on TV
Now your brother, he envy me
I don’t know what the fuck he be on, ayy
Cool with me cool, we was never friends
He put your mama under stress, I put her in a Benz
Even though she put me in the streets, she made amends
Watchin’ over my baby’s nigga
‘Case her son wanna go back to his ways and be a street nigga
Plus my girl just copped the heat, nigga
And she gon’ kill almost any nigga
Including me, nigga
Ain’t nobody who could be with her, ‘cept for me
That’s my down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Unknown]
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, think she’ll fuck with this song?
Yeah, I hope so nigga
She ain’t call me back for some reason
Oh well, I love her

Bryson Tiller – Set It Off Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Faith Evans & Bryson Tiller]
Oh, my inspiration comes from you, oh
So you think you got what it takes
To be my ride or die?
Okay
We shall see

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I been out here soul searchin’
Ayy, say you still got it, girl, what makes you so certain?
Hit it, quit it, then went cold turkey
You been committed through this whole journey
Got a girl that don’t expect as much from me
That’s why she gets so much love from me
She just might be the one for me
Ain’t no need to question now, bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set if off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come

[Verse 2]
Do you remember them days, I would cut school and come to you
Ma’ was cool so I got comfortable
Sleeping on the couch, sneak up to your room, ayy
I found out you was a freak too soon, ayy
Your family thought we had baby too soon, phh
I told your family not to speak too soon, ayy
Three years later, I’m on TV
Now your brother, he envy me
I don’t know what the fuck he be on, ayy
Cool with me cool, we was never friends
He put your mama under stress, I put her in a Benz
Even though she put me in the streets, she made amends
Watchin’ over my baby’s nigga
‘Case her son wanna go back to his ways and be a street nigga
Plus my girl just copped the heat, nigga
And she gon’ kill almost any nigga
Including me, nigga
Ain’t nobody who could be with her, ‘cept for me
That’s my down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Unknown]
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, think she’ll fuck with this song?
Yeah, I hope so nigga
She ain’t call me back for some reason
Oh well, I love her

Dark Dust – Already Know (Predestination Album)

Azlyrics

Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

B Man just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance (yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even taking a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doing ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothing ’bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet
Dust a man down with the pen, it’s a sweep
Taller in person, you see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissing my teeth
(Jheeze)

Yeah, ahhh
Bringing that dirty, dirty, bringing that certy
Nizzy with the quick extension, ringin’ off thirty
I’ve got bitches in the Merci, swerving, looking all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, looking all perky
Looking all Christmas gift-wrapped, looking all turkey
Spend jumped out the Ghost in a suit, looking all churchy
Fingers all itching, twitching, looking all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl, cooking that Cersei
I’m just pushing that dark shit, pushing that charcoal
Now this is that big bag, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are getting bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Coulda just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, da-da-da-da-na

October Firm

Jimmy Barnes – Khe Sahn lyrics

Azlyrics

I left my heart to the sappers round khe sahn
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the black market man
I’ve had the vietnam cold turkey
from the ocean to the silver city
And it’s only other vets can understand
About the long forgotten dock side guarantee
How there were no v-day heros in 1973
And how we sailed into sydney harbour I saw an old friend but I couldn’t kiss her
We were lined and I was home to the lucky land
We were like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty ’till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast surburban chains.
The legal pads were yellow hours long pay packet lean
And the telex-writers clattered where the gun ships once had been
And carparks made me jumpy, but I never stopped the dream for the growing need of speed and novacaine.
So I worked across the country from end to end
Trying to find a place to settle down where my mixed up life could end
Held a job on an oil rig, flying choppers when I could
But the night life nearly drove me round the bend.
And I travelled round the world from year to year
Each one found me aimless one more year the worst for ware
And I’ve been back to south east asia
You know the answer sure ain’t there
But I’m drifting north to check things out again

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
In 7 flying hours we’ll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain’t nothing like the kisses from a jaded chinese princess
I’m gonna hit some Hong Kong matress all night long

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
And it’s really got me worried
I’m going nowhere and I’m in a hurry
You know the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone oh yeah
Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone woahhhhhhh
And it’s really got me worried
I’m going nowhere and I’m in a hurry
You know the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone.

Joey Bada$$ – Ring The Alarm (feat. Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Meechy Darko) (All-Amerikkkan Bada$$ Album)

Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I was born runnin’ with the baton
Now I’m known as the young intellectual don
Until I’m gone, where I’m from, the real don’t get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don’t want none
No beef could never hurt me
I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly, it’s the double entendre monster
Takin’ haunted constant trips through your conscious
So be cautious
If it call for it, we leavin’ corpses
The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow’s never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G’s move in silence like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered
I was drippin’ in the gold since a minor
Sittin’ on my throne overlookin’ my empire, uh, uh

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the lobsters, huh
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the…

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Who you mad at? They ain’t have to ask that
Attack with the backlash, where’s my cash at?
Runnin’ all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack
Goin’ off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac
Havin’ flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back
Hit ’em with the blackjack, goin’ through a stack fast
I snap with the raps, I make ’em bring the whole track back
Niggas get smacked with the realer
When I drop, it’s all killer, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, nigga
I’ll personally deliver each shot that won’t miss ya
And when it hit ya, it’s no warnin’
We bombardin’, me and my squadron
If you want it, get your army
We droppin’ bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left, we just feed ’em to the zombies

[Bridge: Meechy Darko]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Ring the alarm, we ain’t keepin’ it calm
Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I’m on
Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflictin’ damages, I can’t recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I’m breakin’ even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon’ need some gauze
And that alcohol, we only goin’ bar for bar
You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house?
I snap out ’em and flipped it around to where I’m at now
Livin’ legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let’s bring it back
It ain’t even about the bars, they bumpin’ whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rappin’ on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Likkle bwoy dun backshot we’ll bury ya
Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka
Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya)
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

Drake – KMT (feat. Giggs) (More Life Album)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Drake]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

[Verse 1: Drake]
B Man just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance (yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin’ a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doin’ ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothin’ ’bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothin’ is sweet (yeah)
Dust a man down with the pen, it’s a sweep (Mmmm!)
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissin’ my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Bringin’ that dirty, dirty, bringin’ that certy
Nizzy with the quick extension, ringin’ off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky, swervin’, lookin’ all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin’ all turkey
Spend jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchy
Fingers all itchin’, twitchin’, lookin’ all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl, cookin’ that Cersei
I’m just pushin’ that dark shit, pushin’ that charcoal
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Could’ve just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, da-na-na-da-na

[Outro]
October Firm

Drake – KMT lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Drake]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

[Verse 1: Drake]
B Man just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance (yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin’ a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doin’ ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothin’ ’bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothin’ is sweet (yeah)
Dust a man down with the pen, it’s a sweep (Mmmm!)
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissin’ my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Bringin’ that dirty, dirty, bringin’ that certy
Nizzy with the quick extension, ringin’ off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky, swervin’, lookin’ all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin’ all turkey
Spend jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchy
Fingers all itchin’, twitchin’, lookin’ all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl, cookin’ that Cersei
I’m just pushin’ that dark shit, pushin’ that charcoal
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Could’ve just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, da-na-na-da-na

[Outro]
October Firm

Drake – The Streets Lyrics

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[Intro: Drake]
Okay, okay, okay

[Verse: Drake]
Demons just got out the can
I get my dough in advance
Love is just not in my plans
Not even taking a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doing ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock in the streets
Shoutout to T.E.D. 3
And he rollin’ here ’cause of me
You don’t know nothing ’bout me
Life with my brothers is deep
Long as they are on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet
Yosalinda with the pen issa sweep
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard you’re new shit and I’m kissing my teeth
Jheeze!

[Verse: Giggs]
Gimme that dirty, dirty
Ringing that dirty, dirty
Bringing that certi
Ringing off thirty
And you already know I love them breast, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all christmas giftwrap, lookin’ all turkey
Spin jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchey
Fingers all itching, twitching, lookin’ all jerky
Even that white girl, cooking that Cersei
I was pushing that dark shit, pushing that charcoal
Like this is that big bag, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that asshole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Coulda just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, tu-nu-nu-tu-du!

Icewear Vezzo – Angel Wings (feat. Gucci Mane)

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[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Nah, nah they wanna cut a deal I ain’t cuttin’ deals, they gon’ run the scrill’
Add us up it’s a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it on my own I ain’t want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama if I wanna kill bitch I’m gonna kill
Catch me up, I won’t take the stand
I’m a real man I’m the son of Millz
Real man, I’m the son of Millz
Pour my sprite up, I like it ice cold
Tryna summer jam until the ice show
Used to have me a Breitlo
Now the daddy glowin’, I’m a lightshow
Louies on not the spikes though
Y’all be sippin’ [?] call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit I might soak ya
Your bitch pussy deep I need a lifecoast
We gon’ buy it all if the price low
We gon’ ride the pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, light this bitch up once and [?] two times
[?] sip 8 lines
[?] chickens truck we gon’ get you fried
They love to cruise, say we get to live
Got a 100 on me, finna miss two pies

[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
I’m so fly, I’m so high

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile [?] crackhead walked six miles
Vezzo got six cars but Gucci got six styles
This a private club, you ain’t worth a milli you can’t get in
I got the molly [?] took half a gram it just kicked in
When I first start sellin’ dope I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on the lick, I kicked the door and said ‘thank ya’
See Guwop’s not a scratch of the [?]
Sold many pints of lean they think I’m Kurt Kobanga
You should pay attention to the ones boy be listenin’ to
AP’s on the both wristes boo
I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day that they let Gucci free
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin’ out bricks way for free
Look at me and look at you, how the fuck could you write a hook for me
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book ’bout me
Gucci just got out the FED’s but now he make a mill a week
Bring me out a currency and motherfuck your sympathy

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

Drake – Untitled Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Drake]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

[Verse 1: Drake]
Demons just got out the can
I get my dough in advance
Love is just not in my plans
Not even taking a chance
Studio right in my yacht
I’m doing ten in a week
Hollow, I been in the streets
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to TEDE-3
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothing ’bout me
Love for my bruddas is deep
Long as they out on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet
Yosalinda with the pen is so sweet
Taller in person, you see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissing my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah, ahhh
Bringing that dirty, dirty
Bringing that certi
Mix it with the quick extension
Ringing off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky
Swerving, looking all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts
Looking all perky
Looking all Christmas gift-wrapped
Looking all turkey
Spin jumped out the Ghost in a suit
Looking all churchy
Fingers all itching, twitching
Looking all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl
Cooking that Cersei
I’m just pushing that dark shit
Pushing that charcoal
Now this is that big bag
This is Gustavo
Look at them jokers
Look at that arsehole
Man are getting bread now
This is that hard dough
Clap man
Dominant murder
I’m a black man
Government earner
Coulda just slapped man
But he wanted it further
Batman
Da-da-da-da-na

Audio Push – Letter2U

Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Oktane]
How do the good girls go bad ?
Do we blame the ex-nigga or the dad ?
Or do we blame the next nigga? Like an ass
Saying everythin you like for a night
Then he hit it, out of sight
Or do we blame the girl that don’t know how to listen?
The one that got hurt, lied, and says she forgives him
Then he work his ass off to see that she don’t trust him
And he becomes an ex because he sees that she don’t love him
Ain’t no love without trust and we know that, that’s fact
Nobody wants a hundred texts asking "Where you at?"
You working and you cooking up cause that’s gon’ get us rich
Hits a switch and turn a good women to a bitter bitch
There were nights I wanted to die and nobody called
I forgot that love hurts every time you fall
One day if you even think about this shit at all
Fuck a fourth bar it don’t even matter
You shattered my soul, I admit it it’s cold
Even though we get older, feeling never gets old
I guess that’s just a letter to you I wrote it in bold
You’ll probably never hear this shit but I gotta let go
I hope you know I love you
No matter how far I am, I’m always thinkin’ of you
Shit, how we get this far apart? I guess I’ll never know
‘Cause you got too much pride to let emotion ever show
One day you’ll let it go
‘Til then I don’t wanna be the one that watch you self-destruct
And I’d be lying if I say that I don’t give a fuck
So I just pray for you, yup, even when it hurts
Still at 5:30 am before you go to work
That kinda love stupid, that kinda love
Now-take-care-of-you-after-rap kinda love
"My-girl-calling-bro-I’ll-hit-you-back" kinda love
Not the bullshit the guys you’re thinking ’bout remind you of
Remember that
I hope you’ll always remember that
You took this shit for granted you can’t get it back
I’ma pull up in that black and you can’t get it back
Yeah, like that

[Verse 2 : Price]
Thinking ’bout waking up to scrambled eggs and turkey bacon grease
Kirk Franklin on full-blast, my granny making me
Clear the table, take the trash out, them was her basic needs
And basically, I was glad to fufill ’em
I guess it’s just a letter to you, I’m missing your soul
Missing you wanting a sip of brew so I got sent to the store
Family trips and barbecue chicken or we go fishing
But if the cash was up we on them late casino missions
I’m on the craps, you was on the slots
I got hit for my cash, you give me another knot, real nigga
Your heart had nothing but love in it
I miss your birthday cards with them two doves in it
Miss you telling me not to let my anger take me over
Or to never quit rapping cause one day I’ll take it over
Want you to know I finally got John on payroll
And Lee Lee had to move again but she okay though
And me and wifey straight, she whipping up alfredo
It his us all pretty hard but we taking the day slow
We gon’t be straight though
Just writing this letter got all of my thoughts clouded
But these beats and this mic is my only outlet
School closed from the Cabazon Outlets, so nostalgic
You said I’m a king and don’t doubt it
I’ma make you the proudest

Eric Biddines – Peeuurrnn

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[Verse 1]
Takin’ all names
Anybody looking for me, tell them I’m straight
Used to want fame
Nowadays kinda care less, just saying
Sick of these walls
People talk ’bout what are elephant wangs
Shawty got jaws
I know she smart, I can tell because her brain
I ain’t got time, I ain’t even like your kind
I ain’t even got no watch and the break I took come back like spine
Hater I’m fine
I know you hate but to me that’s dead
Who the hell let you in this show?
You the only on here ain’t bobbin’ your head

[Hook]
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn

[Verse 2]
Look at your mouth
Goddamn would you look at your face
Can’t even smile
My eyelids hurt, you ugly, I’m straight
Never had beef
If it was some hell I ain’t even much know
Did your main chick like my pics?
Better fix your cuffs, we don’t love these
Holes in the wall, got leaks in the roof by the bed
Delray, B-town, Lake Worth, Palm Beach
And the raw to the muck projects
Straight to the hood
Bottom of the map where the state got Zoe’s
And I rep that F.L.A. like this, like that
Like peeuurrnn, gone!

[Hook]
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn

[Bridge]
Ain’t a damn thing fast like peeuurrnn
Oh me, oh my
When you wanna bih gone, say peeuurrnn
Oh me, oh my
Got a check and it went like peeuurrnn
Oh me, oh my
By the time you count to three I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn, peeuurrnn

[Verse 3]
Lil momma you fine, lil momma you about my size
Got a wife, I don’t wanna lie ’bout that
Ain’t did nothing wrong, just looking ain’t a crime
Better be a sign, better be a clue, something
Still planetcoffeebean, still turkey bone chain
Still on my grind, nothing changed
I must be high, contact from the second hand smoke
You done killed my vibe, don’t ask for the money I owe, I’m broke
I ain’t got no change
I don’t wanna be a member to a club for a cheap discount
I already donate, gave a dollar when I came
Don’t ask me again when I come out

[Hook]
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Oh me, oh my
Oh no, what’s up?
By the time you count to 3, I’ma disappear like
Peeuurrnn

[Outro]
The planetcoffeebean always possessed power in which civilized people on earth would never understand. One magical creature being the mythical winged elephant was told to have special elements and knowledge that citizens alike cherished. Although being extinct for years the winged elephant with its marble skin did not have the ability fly. So we are told. But stories of one of these mythical creatures flying across the frozen lake live on for years and hold the metaphor for doing the impossible. Defying the laws of aerodynamics. And motivating a culture to achieve the unthinkable

Kirk Knight – Setup (feat. A$AP Ferg)

Azlyrics

[Hook]
Aha, shut up, my bill with the shit you can setup
Aha, shut up, thirty round clip you can wet up
Aha, shut up, chopper gon’ sound like propeller (brrr)
Aha, shut up, the grip and the fifth for the cheddar

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Used to take a shower with detergent
Now I’m rich feelin’ on the Persian
Ride in a Bent’ with the curtains
"Who that jiggy nigga swervin’?"
Pull and she brought, put the work in
Do not touch hoe when she jerkin’
She eat that thing like some beef jerky
I stuff that pussy like some turkey
October 20th, that’s my birthday, but I celebrate that shit like ‘errrday
Got her touching her toes like a birth babe
Got me swimmin’ in that pussy like a mermaid, yeah
Switching up the whip, this my Thursday
The ‘Rari to the party on a Friday
And Usher I do this shit my way
Took her [?] (yeah)

[Hook]
Aha, shut up, my bill with the shit you can setup
Aha, shut up, thirty round clip you can wet up
Aha, shut up, chopper gon’ sound like propeller
Aha, shut up, the grip and the fifth for the cheddar

[Verse 2: Kirk Knight]
Walk in this bitch as some setup
Secret is out, niggas fed up (right)
In the hood gotta keep head up
Complain about me but don’t ever do better
Can’t act hella cheezy, but been second for months
I’m just making the effort
Keep my blood boilin’ like it’s a kettle
I heard these savage [?] I like to settle
Making the money flip, so many times
I’m thinkin’ that I deserve medals
So I just left the jeweler, bought a new chain
So bright it just light up the ghetto
Got a new bitch and she drive me insane
Cut that bitch, hah she the devil
Pussy killer nigga, Kirk, get the shovel
Hold up, Fergie, man we on a new level, yeah

[Hook]
Aha, shut up, my bill with the shit you can setup
Aha, shut up, thirty round clip you can wet up
Aha, shut up, chopper gon’ sound like propeller
Aha, shut up, the grip and the fifth for the cheddar

[Outro]
Aha, shut up
Aha, shut up
Aha, shut up
Aha, shut up

The Killers – Dirt Sledding (feat. Ryan Pardey & Richard Dreyfuss)

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[Intro: Brandon Flowers]
Hey kid
I’m getting tired
Of all this
Running around
I think I’m going down
Oh yeah
Don’t you think it’s time
Time we reconciled
Maybe we could
Talk a while

Santa had a change of heart
Santa had a change of heart
Santa had a change of heart
Santa had a change of heart
A change of heart
A change of heart

[Verse 1: Brandon Flowers]
And we know it wasn’t easy
You’ve been after me a long while
A pathological display
Now take a moment to imagine
My dismay
When I heard you had a heart change
I was sceptical at first
Til you’ve seen it for yourself
I guess you just expect the worst

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon Flowers]
Crooked nose and bloodshot eyes
Iron will for telling lies
Cheap sick smile and one inch fuse
You hurt me Santa and I’m confused

[Chorus: Brandon Flowers]
Pretty girls, Christmas lights
Mistletoe, holy nights
Don’t it sound like heaven on a cloud

[Verse 2: Brandon Flowers]
Yeah, I hear you on the bomb shell
I was taken back myself
And I’d like to make it alright
So I called the elves
We hashed up a little guess what
Your nice status was renewed
Just tell Santa what you want
I’m gonna make your dreams come true

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon Flowers]
Red Porsche 944 like Jake
In "Sixteen Candles" for goodness sake
And a couple more you might have missed
Like a shiny Rolex on my wrist and

[Chorus: Brandon Flowers]
Pretty girls, Christmas lights
Mistletoe, holy nights
Don’t it sound like heaven on a cloud

[Bridge: Brandon Flowers]
Too many people in black robes posing as judges
They should turn that mirror around
Too many people weighed down by frivolous grudges
When will we look to leave the past behind

[Bridge: Richard Dreyfuss]
You know it’s nice to see you wrapped up
See how far you’ve come
There’s something to be said for being present
Not just getting one
So pass the gravy and tap your toes
And don’t mind Ol’ Jack Frost nipping at your nose

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon Flowers]
Crooked nose and bloodshot eyes
Iron will for telling lies
If you’ve got squabble in your skin
Just take that turkey and trade it in for

[Chorus: Brandon Flowers]
Pretty girls, Christmas lights
Mistletoe, holy nights

[Outro: Brandon Flowers]
All I ever really wanted was
Pretty girls, Christmas lights
Mistletoe, holy nights
Don’t it sound like heaven on a cloud
Don’t it sound like heaven on a cloud