[Intro: Marlo] I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog So when you see them in the street know them my dogs Ride ’til the wheels fall
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[Zwrotka 1] Chyba nie mogę napisać, że jestem niedoceniony Po trzech albumach, czuję niedosyt po nich Rzadko ich słucham – gram, nie mogę zwolnić Nowa muzyka, nowe życie nowe domy Wciąż walczę, jedna z niewielu rzeczy bez zmian Urodziłem się by zwyciężać, nie potrafię przegrać Nie mogę pisać, że nie biorę hajsu za rap Zabawne,
[Hook – YGTUT] Big bank, call me Big Poppa Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s Slim waist with a big bottom We ain’t havin’ no drama Big man bout the lil’ problems It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve I’m posted posted with the big ballers Big rims with the big bodies Can’t f**k with
[Chorus] You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Sku, sku) Skerrrerrrurrree (Yah, yah) skerrrerrrurrree Don’t touch my truck (Prr, yah) Skerrrerrrurrree (Woohoo) skerrrerrrurrree Don’t touch my- [Verse
[Verse 1: Frisco] (I see you) It goes G-A-N-G-ST, so don’t test me Where’s the rest G? E-R, best in the game, yeah we are G’d up from the feet up Something to say? I’ll speak up, I’m not a weak heart The lyrical skeng will squeeze off (sky) Hold on, wait for the deep
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[Intro] Boumidjal X on the track, bitch Ouais [Refrain] Où sont mes sous ? Où sont mes sous ? Où sont mes sous ? Où sont mes sous ? Ils font les fous Ils font les fous Où sont mes sous ? Où sont mes sous sous sous ? Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je
[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby] It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk Bag after bag, bag after bag Bag after bag, we got bags after bags Bag after bag, bag after bag Bag after bag, we got bags after bags [Chorus: Blacc Zacc] I know what to do to get that bag I
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Deep river, my home is over Jordan Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground Oh, don’t you want to go to that gospel feast That promised land where all is peace Deep River, Lord,I want to cross over into campground Into campground
The image of God invisible, the first born of all life Before and within, he holds it all in One name, one faith, one Christ No one is good enough, to save himself Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else I trust no other source or name, nowhere else can I hide This grace
As promised, here’s a song about the following: Pizza James and the giant peach Lights, bookshelves, flowers Right angle triangles Throwing oranges Nikkis spine surgery Chelsies cat So, i’ll try my hardest It goes like this I woke up this morning and had pizza for breakfast Because i felt like shit and i looked like
Letra de “Snowman” [Intro] Hey, we got it Trap Money, oh Shorty, bitch Skrt [Verso 1] I’m a snowman, I’m a snowman Sigo rompiendo las normas (yeh) Ellos quieren tener beef conmigo Pero ni siquiera llegan a mi horma (heh) Tratan y buscan las formas (yeah) Cogen mérito y hasta se adornan (okay) Y si
[Verse 1: Quilly] Rappin’ like I’m trappin’, it’s gon’ only make me richer Loadin’ up the 30 and I give it to my hitter Funny how I’m winnin, I was losin’ like the 6ers People prayin’ that I give up but I never been a quitter Benji; my nigga, bank teller; my nigga In Saks
GO! Pop up in lil vegas got eater Young nigga trap with a heater Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper We got good dope and it’s cheaper And we deliver like pizza Hop out with racks ain’t no visa Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
[Intro: Majk Spirit & Pil C] Oh yeah, aha Starý môj, starý môj, starý môj Pil C, Pil C Speezy, Speezy, Speezy Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe Abe, Abe, Abe, Abe Yes [Verse 1: Pil C] Videl som tú kurvu v klube A vedel som čo ráno bude Vedel som že keď pôjdem domov tak ona
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[Intro] How you know where you comin’ up and shit right? It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve Bitches don’t be the same no more It’s like everything just get faded away and shit Shit crazy Yeah [Verse 1] They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Word Yeah Jump into the movie Let’s go [Verse 1] Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest I’m like a jag, more spots, more courageous I’m here, I never left, the chef blade henchman Rep with a thousand one trenchmen We all wearin’ sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes Coolin’ on top
[Strofa 1] Pre dinu hteo sam da bilo gde odem Al’ gde god odem, pitam se: “Da l’ stvarno pripadam ovde?” Nikad nisam od onih koji te lažu da vole Na kraju krajeva nije ni bitno, svakako svako i ode Kad odeš, nemoj nikada da se vraćaš Za izdaju na vreme reći ću ti samo: “Hvala” Na nozi Jordan
I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame I live in world that I’m neither boy or girl I’m not alone Not human or animal Jordan would you die for me die for me you know I’d die for you Sorry never thought I’d fall in love
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Play this song [Hook] Like hold up, hold up Why you so broke, get ya dough up Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up Hold up, hold up Why you so broke, get ya dough up Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Play this song [Verse 1] You can act stupid if you want to Never play by the rules, do just what I want to Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah) Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves? But
Play this song [Intro] CashMoneyAP Yeah, yeah Kio, Kio Yeah, yeah, oh Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah) [Chorus] Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga? Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga? They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga Talk about me, how
Play this song [Verse 1: B. Lewis] Get you, get you on the floor Kitchen table, say no more Got you up against the door Run it up ’til the morning Never trippin’, on the low Hit it fast, hit it slow Run it up ’til the morning [Chorus: B. Lewis] I just gotta know
[Intro] Zaytoven [Chorus] Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes) Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen) Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya) Mud up
[Intro] Look [Chorus] I grew up in Streatham Teachers was givin’ man tests Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers I got peng tings givin’ man stress I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it I don’t wanna do you and I Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures We used to ride
[Intro: Big Rube] Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve) It’s noisy off the set path How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have? Must need rehab If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh How funny it is you
[Intro] It’s the remix baby Hahahah, yeah Tory-mix Ahh, ugh, ahh Ay, ahh Jeval, what it is nigga? Rimes, you already know what it is T-Lanez, yeah [Verse] Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid And you can claim on top, not VJ Shawty
[Intro] Hit ’em with the Jab Buddah Bless this beat [Verse 1] Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock) And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
[Intro] Ooh, I just went to- Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly) Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die) Aye (pull up with the bitch right now) Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier) Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up) Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye) Damn, Denaro [Verse 1] I got
[Intro] Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle) Yeah, alright [Chorus] Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
[Chorus] Her face is never matching her persona, yeah I mix Xanax with the strongest marijuana, yeah You want problems sorrow, we’re the problem solvers, yeah I got six shots in this gun, it’s a revolver, yeah Dye my hair on that bullshit, like Rodman I’m like Jordan, you ball like Craig Harchess, yeah Feel