Tag: Donald Trump

Papoose – In the crib dancing

[Intro:]
Give a hand, dance is not always good
Just cause it’s not
Haters don’t want what you could give
They want what you got

“In the crib dancing” Lyrics continue below:

News flash, you can’t buy love
And money don’t make you real world
When you’re feeding the snake it doesn’t give them the strip to like you
You’re just making the bigger snake, and give them the [?] to bite you
Still screaming give me a chance
40-something years old tryina get in advance
Wake up in the morning with a dirty dick in their hands
Before they even brush their teeth, they get on a gram
Still snaking, you could smell their breath through the comments
Negative outlook talking a bunch of nonsense
Coke & Cola-Cola so we all got a [?] of certification
In case you came in the hood, and we’ve got a victim
Exercise when I can, gotta stay healthy
Before I was rich, I’m getting wealthy
Did it on my own (ah-ha), ain’t nobody helped me
They ain’t do nothin’
(What) the fuck they’re gonna tell me?
School of hartknox, principle expelled me
I was taking shots, they was taking
[??]
I’d be saying it twice, filming my own TV show
I’m creating it right, so we had to shoot the pilot
I ain’t takin’ the flight
Focus like Roy Jones when I’m facing the mic
Put the city on my back, like I’m takin’ a hike
You spit the type of crack they get naked & wipe
But I spit the type of crack that they got placed in the pipe
You’ve been sugar coatin’ shit
I’d be straight and precise
Instead of speaking truth, you’re worried about sayin’ it nice
You should’ve kept it real when you’ve given advice
Make man out of the youth, instead of making them mice
Niggas say they’ve got the wave, they ain’t waving it right
Catch a case [?] they’d be waving it rice
Bunch of Instagram thoughts misbehaving for life
[?] on how you’re paying the price
My crown heights niggas made you beg for your life
It’s like you wanna talk big but you’re afraid of the heights
But I’ll calm down, I’m a family man
So, if I’ma get broke Ima fix it, I’m a handyman
But I ain’t with the bullshit, understand me, man
You keep call me, I’ll keep coming like a candyman
Democrat or Republican, the same world
Two different wings attached to the same burn
Mortal life in this, they watched our stories but they don’t like your shit
Friends think that you should buy them things, sense on entitlement
Grandma say they are nice and quick, then you find out they don’t write their shit
I’m still subject for righteousness, fire quick
I’m just a product of my environment
Should’ve listen to AZ, he told me life’s a bitch
[??]
What kind of fight is this? No one ain’t buying paper view
I got the fire stick
Donald Trump is an entire [?] ignore scientists
Now everybody’s dying sick
What a psychotic prick!
Some people think they’re better than you, don’t let the lie exist
Uncomfortable when you’re in your own skin
Like they’ve got psoriasis
Don’t make me come out of my retirement, go and find a brick
Aim at your glass, house and [?] shit
but I’ve just moved in a magic,
just me & my family in the crib dancing.

Macklemore – Trump’s Over Freestyle Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Ha, ha, that’s enough, that’s enough, that’s enough!)
Fifty grand I get this all in one take, ayy
(Turn it up!)

[Verse 1]
Now, all you high-fiving MAGA white boys drinking White Claws
Care about your taxes more than human rights, sign off
You no mask-wearing, big truck-driving
“Blue lives matter,” talking shit about the riots
Double standard once the white folks went and tried it
“They’re patriots,” no, those are terrorists, Brian
And all you liberals out there being silent
While Black people dying at the hands of police violence
That care more about animal rights and recycling
And bicycling and the climate and toothpaste with iron
You, too, are complicit, you, too, getting brought up
I’ll give it to you pro bono, you, too, are the problem
I’m white there with ya, silence on all us
Comfy in my privilege like, “Should I risk all this?”
Yes, and if you think I care to lose you as a fan
Peace out, bitch, you know exactly where I stand

[Chorus]
Trump’s over, he lost (He lost)
Social media kicked him off, he gone (He gone)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange ho, so long (You’re fired)
Trump’s over, he lost (He lost)
Social media kicked him off, he gone (Yeah)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange ho, so long

[Verse 2]
It’s like Trump is just a symptom that we ain’t free from
Just old white supremacy that he would feed us
We celebrating, but to think a new era’s begun
Still half the country feels the same way that he does, so
What the fuck are we gonna do now?
Biden my dog, but he’s close to getting put down
Surprise, another old white guy in the House
Who’s fine, we just hold our breath when he opens his mouth
We thought 2021 was gonna save us
We thought that we were gonna all love our neighbors
We thought COVID was over being contagious
Nope, America still armed, dumb, and dangerous

[Chorus]
Trump’s over, he lost (He lost)
Social media kicked him off, he gone (He gone)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange ho, so long (You’re fired)
Trump’s over, he lost (He lost)
Social media kicked him off, he gone (Yeah)
Throw a party on the White House lawn, retire the liar
Impeach that orange ho, so long (You’re fired)

[Outro]
Dad, wait one second
Look, I want you to say the rest of the part and then I say
“Donald Trump is gone!
Donald Trump’s gone, sick-a-nin-nin town?
Got that voice, now sick-a-nin-nin lime?”

Selena Gomez – Expressing Myself Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Hey!)
When life tell you it’s time to go (Skrrt!)
I realize my blessing (Hey!)
A side of me that they don’t know (Hey!)
I’m a woman, now did you know?
And I light up the room, yes I go (Hey, hey!)
Rare is my formula (Hey!)
One of a kind, I’m original (Hey!)

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Refrain: Anitta]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new me is present (Hey!)
I did this all on my mine
Turn my vision to physical (Hey!)
Nah, my diamonds are real, and you know (Ooh, ooh!)
Lo que ves es lo que te doy
Pero dime si me quieres hoy

[Chorus: Anitta]
Oh-oh, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya

[Post-Chorus: Anitta]
Man, you will never understand
El bunda es aquí en mi’ hands
And I’m passin’ it on to my friends, woah-oh
And I’m movin’ my body, my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan
That should tell you where I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Anitta]
You know that feelin’
[Refrain: Selena Gomez]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new message (Hey!)
I decide how high I go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
In a time that is digital (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Anything happens in real-time they know (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And, well, I’m just warming up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Til I’m burnin’ bright
You’re done here we go

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy; haha)
Ayy, Selena (Ayy, ayy, ayy; yeah)
Let me go and [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me kick my flavor real quick
You dig?, yeah
¿Qué pasa, homes?

[Verse 2: Kap G]
First off, fuck Donald Trump
[?] my man Donald Duck
I’m from Cali part like Monica
Ayy, bro, who hide the zip? (Jumpshot)
I’m from the street, boy, no beach boy
This ain’t Hollister (Nah), I used to rock the Nautica
Now all I rock is designer, boy
Wake up in the mornin’, livin’
Feelin’ like I’m rich and famous
Ladies, did you love my fashion?
I’m from where that bib on cappin’
I just want to get a Ashley
And I’ma have ’em flabbergasted (Skrrt)
Polo T-shirt, Polo khakis (Skrrt), I don’t like my jeans bendin’ (Let’s go!)
If they was that good, they’d pull up with no ceilin’
Don’t got nothin’ good to say? Hold your opinion
Success is not given you gotta go get it (Go get it)
You don’t want these problems
You don’t want these issues ’cause—

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
Man (Yeah), you do not have to understand (Turn up, turn up)
I’m movin’ my body my hands (Haha)
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh (The plan; let’s go!)
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can (You know that)
What comes out my chest, it enchants (It’s that time)
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

NLE Choppa – Made In Jamaica Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy
CashMoneyAP
Whatever a bitch nigga wanna do, we can do
We tote drums with 7.62’s
Ay, ayy

[Verse 1]
I ain’t in a rock band, but I love drums
Trust fall with the opps, I’m tryin’ to catch one
We killed a few now a nigga want the rest of ’em
Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral
I’m in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees
I’m real far from them niggas tryin’ to harm me
Got that fire up on my side it’s a [?]
Had my gun up in the school, don’t you test me
Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down
Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down
That nigga snitched up on my brother now he locked down
But I’ma count my nigga in, I nеver count him out
And he was bitchin’ on that mission, so I let him out
You know a nigga nеver trippin’, took another route
I keep on slidin’ ’cause I know them niggas whereabouts
I saw that nigga in the crowd, I had to air it out
My OG was a godfather, but ain’t shit ’bout him holy
I’m plottin’ on my own dawg ’cause that bitch nigga owe me
Bitch I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they saw me
How you talkin’ out to me and bitch you don’t even know me?
My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached
That’s a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a nigga back
Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back
Picked up the sack, makin’ plays like a nigga movin’ south
Ayy, and you ain’t shootin’ shit for real, boy you really a actor
You chasin’ bitches over money boy you [?]
Yeah I be rappin’, but a nigga ain’t shit like these rappers
‘Cause I be shootin’ shit for real like I play for the Raptors
Ay, they say I’m a pedophile, ’cause my Perc’ 10
My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin’
She on that block sellin’ pussy, yeah she workin’
But I don’t even blame her ’cause she tryin’ to feed the kids
Cosmetic with this choppa ’cause I split wigs
And it’s a dirty game, matter fact that bitch rigged
They lookin’ at a nigga different ’cause they know what I did
But I ain’t speakin’ on them bodies ’cause I’m keepin’ it hid

[Chorus]
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I’m street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther

[Verse 2]
Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain’t fuck with them
I’m ballin’ out every day, I’m above the rail
These niggas faker than plastic, I call ’em lil’ [?]
He tried to cross me on a lick so I don’t fuck with him
Ay, don’t call me ’cause you not a Crip or my [?]
And I’m a real nigga so you know I’m standin’ ten toes
You sayin’ that’s yo’ dawg, but that nigga never even rode
Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that nigga told
We ain’t fakin’ shit my nigga, bitch you know we kill for real
Fuck a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter
Put this metal on a momma, show him how this [?] feels
Rolly on my wrist and I can’t even tell the time for real
Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos
A real hood nigga [?] and Faygos
Them stupid nat bitches, you know we don’t date those
I’m the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a ho

[Chorus]
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I’m street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther

Ty Dolla $ign – Lift Me Up Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Hit me up
Lift me up, pick me up, baby
Yeah
Off the Xanny, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer, ha
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tent out in Maldives, I’ll be your Hercules
I’ll fuck the shit out of you (Ooh, yeah)
You’ll tell your friends ’bout me (Ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don’t bring your friends around me (Me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and somе regular hoes (Regular hoеs)
I tell my bitch about ’em, think it’s probably best that she knows (Best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it’s a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna fuck with me (Me)
Another new one in my collection (Collection)
Nothin’ but bad bitches up in my section (My section)
Nothin’ but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet
[Chorus: Young Thug, Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)

[Verse 2: Future]
Private show viewin’ on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin’ private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil’ Kim, Hard Core, dead pres’
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin’ in Franklins, swimmin’ in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My gangbangin’ friends gon’ be the ones to protect you
You been turnin’ up ever since that nigga left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin’ on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I’m a misfit, but I’ma keep you in some new shit
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin’ to sleep in jacuzzi
[Chorus: Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign, Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me)
Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (Oh)
I wanna know if you can last no longer (Ooh, yeah)
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)