Tag: Jamaica

Tion Wayne – West End Lyrics

[Intro: Young Adz & Tion Wayne]
Be my best friend, racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end (C’mon, c’mon), fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you
Yeah, T Wayne from the, yo (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Tion Wayne]
It’s like you love to make it all the bop, you’re with the drama (Yeah)
Every time I’m vex, you’re my answer (You’re my answer)
I know I’m, due a lot of karma
I ain’t Peter Parker, but my ting better than Rihanna (Than RiRi)
She don’t know we stеppin’ with some killers (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Love it whеn we sex up in the mirrors (Uh)
Pop down, couldn’t buy you slippers (Yeah)
But she don’t even care about no figures
It’s long (Yeah), she don’t want me gone
Things I did for the funds
To get you Saint Laurent
I accept that I’m wrong
But when you hear this song, love me now, love me strong
And love me when I’m gone (When I’m gone)
Big plans, we ain’t ever needin’ anything (Yeah)
Me and you will have proper ease, developin’ (C’mon, c’mon)
Bougie, and your ambition is evident
You’re a boss but let me help with everyting (With everyting)

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, and yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? And yeah

[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
I treat your pussy like a goldmine, girl
When I pull up, you look so fly, girl (Girl, you looks so fly)
Gold zippers with the gold YSL
Tryna figure if I know myself (If I know my)
Stay strong while I settle our differences
Pay attention, girl, I’m wrong, now I’m listenin’
Hundred racks’ll make a nigga wanna live again
I put this house in your name ’cause you’re different
I was servin’ on the curb for my fiends (For my fiends)
Now I’m fuckin’ with a girl from my dreams
I been sleepin in the Burj, more peace (More peace)
I been tryna figure out what you need
She the main one
I ain’t switchin’ up, I’m with the same one
It’s the city where you try and live your life or you take one
That’s my driller, he ain’t scared to take his shot like he’s Neymar (Uh)
I just sent my other hitter to Jamaica

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, and yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? And yeah
I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, and yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? And yeah

Yung Bleu – Way More Close (Stuck In A Box) Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
It’s like I’m stuck in a box
You told me you love me but I think not

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
It’s like I’m stuck in a maze
You get so stuck in your ways
I heard you turnin’ your page
Movin’ to Miami, out in Dade
But don’t go cold on me
That pussy got a hold on me
You can’t take back what you showed to me
But she never told on me
My niggas stuck in them cages
Can you send a picture of you naked?
Can’t deny it, girl, I need to be close to you
Way more close to you

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
And as close as we can get
Closer than the hands on my timepiece
Bust down Cartier, that’s for my dime piece
Out on vacation, Jamaica, Queens, wherе you’ll find me
Down in the ghetto, in thе roughest burrows, where the bloodline deep
We way too far from the motherland
I’m tryna take you back where you belong, if you understand
Too much to give, too less to borrow
Let’s go where the sun set, don’t think about tomorrow
Heart full of sorrow, think about what could’ve been
What should’ve been, I was full of sin
Many men, wish death on me, they’ll never live again
Bitches who be fuckin’ for hair and nails
Found her in a paradox, we ended up parallel
No, I can’t live alone, I swear to God, it’s no way in Hell
I’ll never leave her

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
It’s like I’m stuck in a box
You told me you love me but I think not

[Chorus: Yung Bleu & Big Sean]
It’s like I’m stuck in a maze
You get so stuck in your ways
I heard you turnin’ your page
Movin’ to Miami, out in Dade
But don’t go cold on me (On me)
That pussy got a hold on me (On me)
You can’t take back what you showed to me
But she never told on me
My niggas stuck in them cages
Can you send a picture of you naked?
Can’t deny it, girl, I need to be close to you (For real, woah)
Way more close to you

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Close as it gets, I can’t go back to pretendin’ like I don’t know you exist
I gotta over insist, I only burn bridges to the places that I never should’ve been to begin with this shit
But you know that isn’t this, we was attached at the hip
Skipped the marriage but we still did all the honeymoon trips
And that’s when we tripped the most and, shit
We gon’ keep trippin’ if we never take the time out to unpack all of it, for real
But you know I was all for ya, you never needed me to go buy out the Grove for ya
And snatchin’ my soul ’cause you got enough of your own for ya
Did everything, except grow with ya
Thought I’d get old with you ‘fore I got old to ya
Saw your potential when everyone was sleepin’
That pussy mine but that’ll never be enough to keep me
I got older and realized that’s not all that I’m needin’
A gift to you, I guess that’s why it’s like

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Bleu, with Big Sean]
It’s like I’m stuck in a box
You told me you love me but I think not

[Chorus: Yung Bleu & Big Sean]
It’s like I’m stuck in a maze
You get so stuck in your ways
I heard you turnin’ your page
Movin’ to Miami, out in Dade
But don’t go cold on me (On me)
That pussy got a hold on me (On me)
You can’t take back what you showed to me
But she never told on me
My niggas stuck in them cages
Can you send a picture of you naked?
Can’t deny it, girl, I need to be close to you (Yeah)
Way more close to you

[Outro: Yung Bleu]
Way more close to you
Way more close to you

Young M.A – Ooouuuvie (Whoopty Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
All this what we doin’
Red Life
I told em, haha
Ooouuuvie
(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch) Uh

[Verse 1]
It’s a Ooouuuvie
I keep the sticks like sushi, bitch in the two-seat’
She bougie
She say, “You gotta pay for the coochie” (Huh?)
Told her, “Uh-uh, mama, nah, nah, nah, nah
If you free then you free”
Yeah, I’m a dog but I fuck on two feet
Soon as you cum then you leave (Get outta here)
Keep two guns on me (Grr)
I call ’em my mood swings (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
I just copped two rings, she like “What’s that on your neck?”
I’m like, “Oh that’s a pool king”
My mind ain’t right, I know I got loose screws
That’s why I keep me a toolie (Grr, pow)
Told niggas, “Ready or not, here I come”
That’s word to the Fugees (Ooh)
Sorry for the wait, when I drop this tape
I swear it’s like serving ’em a blue dream (Uh-huh)
Red life shit but my bloodie he crip
When he drip, you can see how that blue bleed
I ain’t claiming that bitch, heard she a thot
Heard shorty played with few teams (No-no)
I’m young and I’m rich, yes, I’m a thot
And yes, I keep me a few tings (Uh-huh)
Smoking that Zaza, got yack in the māthā
I’m in Jamaica speaking that Patois (Wagwan), big up to the Gaza
B-I-P to my blood, a nigga fly high (Huh?), throw them Bs up, sky-high (Grr)
Heard you he beef, aim at his noodles, we’ll turn that boy into pasta (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
My hitter a shotta, mm

[Segue]
Click-clack
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka

[Verse 2]
Ooouuuvie
When we in the club it’s a movie
I got the gang full of goonies
But I am a goblin like Tunechi (Tunechi)
I can’t never lack, gotta watch my back
‘Cause these niggas be switching like mood rings (Facts)
So if you that nigga I’m sending my hitters
Tospin on your block like it’s movie, slide in a hoopty
Just got a check, hundred K flex, so I went and bought me a new V
Went and upgraded the AP, water (Water), jacuzzi (ooh)
Had to bring the old Young M.A. back (Huh?)
And they still can’t fuck with the new me (Nah, never)

[Outro]
Fuck you talking ’bout?
They told me to do it so I went and did it, you feel me?
And that’s all they get
These niggas can’t fuck with me, man
I’m ridin’ laps around these niggas, man
Huh?
It’s red life
It’s Brooklyn
It’s M.A., bitch

NLE Choppa – Made In Jamaica Lyrics

Play this song

[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

Russ – Congrats Freestyle Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse]
Yeah, the more beef than the less bread
Uh, quiet women give the best head
Rappers doin’ dope, went from trying to be like Hov’
Now they’d rather rock and roll and be like Led Zepp’
Linsanity the way I shocked the game
Momma hoppin’ out the Bentley, sister hoppin’ out the Range
Stop the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin’ names
And you gon’ stop getting dropped and mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang, just keep mе out of it
My money does gymnastics, man, I’m tryna make somе houses flip
The sound of shit hittin’ the fan turns me on
‘Cause I just been addicted to chaos since early on
I’ve surely gone off the ledge a couple times by now
Pandemic hit, rappers sellin’ sex right now
I don’t gangbang, but trust me, bro, I’m set right now
Real bosses don’t need to chase a check right now
It’s for the best right now, you go broke so you can wake up
You struggling, your labelhead is somewhere in Jamaica
Eatin’ jerk chicken, drinking Appleton rum
Fix your mind state, that’s when all the capital comes
Fake titties feel like rocks, I like the natural ones
I like a girl who gives me head without me asking for some
Way to step up to the plate and take initiative
Peace of mind, the only thing that’s on my Christmas list
Business is boomin’, Ruben, I ain’t stutter
My career ain’t reach its climax yet, I ain’t Usher
I’m not your brother ’cause we took a pic
You must be higher than when Snoop handed me kush to hit
Shush a bitch swiftly, shh, it’s me
I could teach you how to be a player, Chris Brickley
Pick me ass bitches on the timeline making Alfredo
Posting quotes they don’t live by, thinking they Plato
Y’all ain’t foolin’ anyone except the dumb ones
Whole game is Wayne, Drake, Future, Young Thug sons
I just skipped customs ’cause I took a jet
I’ma eat forever, I took equity, you took a check
Short term dough, not lookin’ past your nose
Lotta y’all don’t listen to Nipsey and it shows
You get around a bad bitch, you quick to make a post
I can tell you didn’t get pussy when you were broke
Me, I keep it on the low ’cause the mystique is player
I don’t care about the hate shit, I was sixteen with haters
Tryna diss me for paper, end up backfiring
We gon’ take your diamonds, make your eyes look like sapphires
But I’m tryna chill on the violence
Well connected, pressin’ rappers at wireless
Why you tryna fight me? You should try to fight your stylist and management
I can’t argue with people who think it’s fly to buy the mannequin
Low taste, don’t talk to me
Fuck a Uber, bitch, walk to me, show me that you want it
Yeah, I brag about tickets, plaques and ownership, sue me
Y’all brag about Moncler and Gucci on your body
So how come I’m the only one who gets called cocky?
As if rap isn’t braggadocios
At least what I brag about can get you bags
Instead of handin’ over cash to someone racist who just uses y’all for black promotion (Damn)
Way to stick it to the man
You really showed him by putting cash in his hand
Walked out the store then you post him on the ‘Gram
Now your fans are his fans

[Outro]
The cycle repeats, congrats, stupid

U2 – Summer Rain Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
When you stop seeing beauty
You start growing old
The lines on your face
Are a map to your soul
When you stop taking chances
You’ll stay where you sit
You won’t live any longer
But it’ll feel like it, oh

[Chorus]
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
Oh, oh, ah
In the summer rain, mmm

[Verse 2]
Tequila and orange, Jamaica and rum
At the Moreilla, honey on my tongue
In a small boat on a generous sea
You let me be your enemy
A tiny hand with a grip on the world
Holding our breath now, diving for pearls

[Chorus]
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain, hey
Oh, oh

[Refrain]
Just as you find me, always I will be
A little bit too free with myself
Just as you find me, always I will be
A little bit too free with myself
Mmm, mmm

[Chorus]
I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
Now there’s no one else
In the summer rain

[Post-Chorus]
Raining down
It’s raining down
It, rain
Raining down
Raining down

[Refrain]
Just as you find me, always I will be
A little bit too free with myself
Just as you find me, always I will be
A little bit too free with myself
Mmm
(Cha-cha-cha)

[Outro]
It’s not why you’re running
It’s where you’re going
It’s not what you’re dreaming
But what you’re gonna do
It’s not where you’re born
It’s where you belong
It’s not how weak
But what will make you strong

Gorillaz – Opium Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
I been cooped up for a minute
I been inside livin’ lonely
I don’t bother changin’, I see
I’m gon’ bless my way after these
[?] for ages
Trouble don’t let us stop our ways
Bad moon lights in the day
We are ready, okay

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Runnin’, lovin’, singin’, huggin’, livin’, get it, stack it
Runnin’, dancin’, fire, people wake up
Come on, keep on dreamin’, don’t stop
Lovin’, tryin’, growin’, don’t stop
They gon’ try to slow you, don’t stop
Never ever, no, I don’t stop
London, Paris, LA, don’t stop

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
I land Jamaica, Rio, don’t stop
New York, Lagos, Sydney, don’t stop
You tried to kill me, but I am a monster
You tried to end me, but face it, no, no
Know why the envy, I got it, it’s in me
Been so long since I had new faith
Been so long since I changed my ways
Been so long since I been okay
I met a lady on the side of the road
And I had a story that’s never been told
I bought a life that was lived on hope
To the truth of the inner light that we all hold
She said “Baby, I can hear my train comin’
I leave with somethin’ before I go”
Listen child, don’t you ever waste time
Turn out ain’t nobody shine, better water your own

[Verse 3: 2D]
Will we wake up tomorrow
And feel like we are closer together?
Same for colossal changes
And how we treat each other when we’re livin’ in the city
Yeah, [?]
Is it man or women feeling
This unbalance, today?

[Bridge: 2D]
Hold
Hold the raging lights, they’re shining on you (Shinin’ on you)
Hold
Hold the raging lights, they’re shining on you

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Runnin’, lovin’, singin’, huggin’, livin’, get it, stack it
Runnin’, dancin’, fire, people wake up
Come on, keep on dreamin’, don’t stop
Lovin’, tryin’, growin’, don’t stop
They gon’ try to slow you, don’t stop
Never ever, no, I don’t stop
London, Paris, LA, don’t stop

[Verse 4: Doctur Dot]
Been a long time since I been outside
Don’t let it catch up with me
I contact close with me
Tapped in, wrapped up, let me in, let me in
Let me all over, in between
Leave your toothbrush in your dreams
I ain’t worried ’bout the next thing
I be itchin’ to the itch cream
Eyes bounce off the glow of the moonlight
I hope we’re still close when the sun rise
I paint the picture before ya’
I can’t hold this in much longer
Searchin’ for this feelin’ my whole life

[Bridge: 2D]
Hold
Hold the raging lights, they’re shinin’ on you (Shinin’ on you)
Hold
Hold the raging lights, they’re shinin’ on you

Now United – Paradise Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Take me to the border
Every corner, edge of the Earth
We won’t need a dollar
Just each other for what is worth

[Pre-Chorus]
Chase the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Having fun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Forever young and that will never change

[Chorus]
Take me, we can’t wait no longer
Anywhere with you just feels like paradise
Feels like paradise
Take me away and hold me closer
Anywhere with you just feels like paradise
Feels like paradise

[Post-Chorus]
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala

[Verse 2]
Time, it doesn’t matter
When we’re together, we never rush
Feel, my heart and laughter
Ever after the greatest love
[Pre-Chorus]
Chase the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Having fun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Forever young and that will never change

[Chorus]
Take me, we can’t wait no longer
Anywhere with you just feels like paradise
Feels like paradise
Take me away and hold me closer
Anywhere with you just feels like paradise
Feels like paradise

[Post-Chorus]
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala

[Bridge]
We can be in Italy or we can be in France
As long as you’re with me and you’re holding my hand
We can be anywhere
As long as I’m with you
We can be in South Tokyo, Japan
Or somewhere in Jamaica soaking up on fresh sand
We can be anywhere
As long as I’m with you
[Chorus]
Take me, we can’t wait no longer
Anywhere with you just feels like paradise
Feels like paradise
Take me away and hold me closer
Anywhere with you just feels like paradise
Feels like paradise

[Post-Chorus]
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala
Lala, lala, lala, lala

Swae Lee – Leave Me Lyrics

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[Intro: Swae Lee]
Yeah
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Young Thug]
Leave me on read (Yeah), you must be out of your head (Out of here)
Leave me for dead, you must be out of your head (Out of here)
Sauce key on diamonds, but I be on prima donnas (I’m on it)
Sauce key on diamonds, you already know what time it is
I put stones both hands, that’s a full flex
Played the hand I was dealt, that’s a royal flush
I make grandmaster plans that are complex
Drop some cash on land and it’s all plush (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pin strips on my jeans, they designer cut (Yeah)
Black, red and yellow bitches, I’m Jamaica’d up (Jamaica’d up)
Yellow strands from the land like I’m smokin’ xans
Put Balenci’s on my ass, I got bags of cash (Racks)
Harriet Tubman, 20 dollar bills in the stash (Woah)
I been ballin’ like an athlete, I’m Spalding bad (Woah)
I’m a prince [?] she just Julian
Told that bitch, “Tie my shoe, they cost a couple bands” (Woo)
How you gone–
[Chorus: Swae Lee, Young Thug & Both]
Leave me on read (Yeah, woo), you must be out of your head (Out of here)
Leave me for dead, you must be out of your head (Out of here)
Sauce key on diamonds, but I be on prima donnas (I’m on it)
Sauce key on diamonds, you already know what time it is
I put stones both hands, that’s a full flex
Played the hand I was dealt, that’s a royal flush
I make grandmaster plans that are complex
Drop some cash on land and it’s all plush

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Leave me on read (Yeah), you must be out of your head (Out of here)
Leave me for dead, you must be out of your head (Out of here)
Sauce key on diamonds, but I be on prima donnas (I’m on it)
Sauce key on diamonds, you already know what time it is
I put stones both hands, that’s a full flex
Played the hand I was dealt, that’s a royal flush
I make grandmaster plans that are complex
Drop some cash on land and it’s all plush

Wiz Khalifa – Villa Lyrics

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[Chorus]
So real I
Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
Now I’m smokin’ making ’em uncomfortable
When we step in the buildin’ (When we step in the buildin’)
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard the [?] and they worried ’bout my paper trail
I map work while you goin’ on vacation there

[Verse 1]
We smokin’ on the shores in Jamaica
Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker
Come the weed, I own acres
You niggas fallin’ off, need replacements
We each own our Porsche down the streets racin’
Gotta keep one eye out for leechers, swingin’ for the bleachers
Bad bitch with some real features
Waitin’ for my time I ain’t reachin’
Joint filled up with bomb weed
Can’t walk a mile in my sneaks
I’m stoned on an island full of freaks
My niggas got millions on they mind, drink liquor all the time
Fuck bitches in they prime
Drive car with switches, count tons of riches
Always stay committed
Gettin’ on the plane, make sure my company name bigger
Roll up the strain, turn on the beat and I pain’t picture
They understand me and see me clear as a movie is
Value the process, wether I lose or win
Jheeze, my wrist below thirty degrees
Weed from California, my bitch come from Belize
Rollin’ trees, that ain’t [?] here
Tryna get y’all to think the same way as the millionnaires
When it’s all said and done, we the niggas who never run
They spendin’ up all the funds, gotta save for my son
The waittress just hit the bottle, we poppin’ off everyone
Smokin’ weed and the motto was all that we got is trust
[Chorus]
So real I
Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
Now I’m smokin’ making ’em uncomfortable
When we step in the buildin’ (When we step in the buildin’)
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard the [?] and they worried ’bout my paper trail
I map work while you goin’ on vacation there

[Verse 2]
Sixteen hours flight to Brazil
When I get there shit is real
Got a lot of beautiful women
But they money’s what appeal to me
I know exactly how it feel
Say I’ve been here before, I know that [?] enough
Games I don’t play with ’em
They be so mad ’cause after I fuck I don’t stay
Fuck around, got another one on the way
If she give me an attitude
I’m killin’ stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you
I’m rollin’ up, while you can’t smoke, I’ma pass a few
We gettin’ money, the niggas with me they havin’ too
Eatin’ steak and [?] hotels, tell us that we can’t smoke, ain’t that a bitch?
Come to my room and we gon’ blow the whole zip
Security might come up but they won’t trip
And if they do, I’ma walk out and I’ma talk to that nigga like
“Hmm, it’s nice to meet you sir, I’m Young Khalifa
If you don’t mind, I’ma spark this weed up
I know you got some family members you can call that I can take a picture for, yeah I’ll be glad to meet ’em
It ain’t my fault, you can take it or leave it
You smell the kush, so it’s not a secret”
Ain’t the one you wanna look around and you ain’t on the team with
I’m a boss, I be on some G shit
[Chorus]
So real I
Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
Now I’m smokin’ making ’em uncomfortable
When we step in the buildin’ (When we step in the buildin’)
Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
Heard the [?] and they worried ’bout my paper trail
I map work while you goin’ on vacation there

[Outro]
They don’t make ’em like they used to
The way me and my gang move around the world like we ain’t got a thing to prove
Why you worried about who’s who?
We takin’ trips goin’ to beaches
And spend the money on dinners and places we thought we’d never be
Experiencin’ things we thought we’d never see
Was hated on heavily
Now our girls look heavenly
And you can tell it’s me, just by the smell
Our own kush to inhale, the McQeen shots to celebrate the times when we couldn’t be here
Rollin’ up another paper to elevate my mind
Not knowin’ if the owner’s cool or not
I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet
So if I’m not in my best mind state, how you expect me to do my best?
Thank you, I’ma continue smokin’ now
Prayin’ to make it home is an understatement
But I know God got my back
He wouldn’t give me more than I could handle
I just gotta step up to the play, and be a boss when the time comes
Who wants to chase success and run from their real responsibilities at the same time?
That sounds like hustlin’ backwards to me
But I’m tryna hold it down, ’til we back in the villa again

Tory Lanez – Just Got It Done Lyrics

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[Intro]
Quarantine, quarantine, quarantine
Well, dammit, Bob, I won’t be a ghetto niggas in the hood’s uncle (Perfect)
If you look at her tig ol’ biddies (Calcium)
Straight out the doctor’s room to the OnlyFans, there she goes (Ain’t nobody got time for that)

[Chorus]
Oh, we already know, you just got it done
What it’s pokin’ out for? What it’s fallin’ out for?
What it’s fallin’ out for? What it’s fallin’ out for?
You just got it done, now you got ’em callin’ out, “Yo”
You done switched your number, but why they callin’ out for?
Heavy on the steppin’, but I’m walkin’ out slow
Heavy on the steppin’, but I walk, walk, walk, walk

[Verse 1]
Heavy on the steppin’, shawty bought herself a baby Benz
Seventy on sеven when she at thе gas station ’bout elevie I be steppin’
Danny Glover’s mitten bitch, I’m fuckin’ anythin’ I’m catchin’
I got fast money goin’ in, slow money goin’ up
Tryna find a way to money, baby boy I know the route
Had this bitch play me on the blog said we goin’ out
‘Set told us, “They’ll do anythin’, for clout”
She got a lot of ass, and she got a lot of mouth
She done tallied up the stripper money, got herself a house
We ain’t playin’, cat and mouse, but I’ll steal it, clap it out
[Chorus]
We already know, you just got it done
What it’s pokin’ out for? What it’s fallin’ out for?
What it’s fallin’ out for? What it’s fallin’ out for?
You just got it done, now you got ’em callin’ out, “Yo”
You done switched your number, but why they callin’ out for?
Heavy on the steppin’, but I’m walkin’ out slow
Heavy on the steppin’, but I walk, walk, walk, walk

[Verse 2]
Heavy on the steppin’, and I’m deadly with the cross
And I’m heavy with the checkin’ on the celly like a boss
Meal prep me when I check-in, I’m a walk to the bank
They gon’ let me put the check in
Shawty twerk that ass for me if I got, to pay up
Shake what your mama or yo’ doctor gave ya
Bust it back, oh, for real, you don’t gotta fake, uh
Last time you know you made it hot, Jamaica
You be doin’ numbers on your OnlyFans
Makin’ every nigga feel like they your only mans
You say you don’t strip on there, you just only dance
You tell me this the same shit that you would put on the ‘Gram
Talkin’ contour for ya and you poppin’ pretty
Now you only date niggas out the poppin’ cities
You ain’t fuckin’ unless the nigga got the dollars with him, ayy
(Tea)
[Chorus]
We already know, you just got it done
What it’s pokin’ out for? What it’s fallin’ out for?
What it’s fallin’ out for? What it’s fallin’ out for?
You just got it done, now you got ’em callin’ out, “Yo”
You done switched your number, but why they callin’ out for?
Heavy on the steppin’, but I’m walkin’ out slow
Heavy on the steppin’, but I walk, walk, walk, walk
Heavy on the steppin’, but I walk

Amy Winehouse – You Know I’m No Good (Skeewiff Remix) Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say “What did you do with him today?”
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
‘Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I’m out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore

[Chorus]
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

[Verse 2]
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He’s in a place but I can’t get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips and pita
You say, “When we married”
’cause you’re not bitter
“Thеre’ll be none of him no morе”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

[Chorus]
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

[Verse 3]
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We’re like how we were again
I’m in the tub, you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice likkle carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and it’s the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first?

[Chorus]
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I’m no good

Big Sean – Don Life Lyrics

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[Intro]
We marvel about some athlete earning ten or fifteen million a year
Well, if that’s the case, that athlete must be worth to his owners billions of dollars

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature
Goddamn, the more they hate us, that just motivate us
I know revenge tastes the sweetest, mmm, I’m gon’ savor
I’m just sending all my graces up to my creator
No negotiation, this is world domination
You can fill the trophy cases up with nominations
I’m the Alpha-Omega, that mean you can’t replace us
That mean I’m throwing dice in Vegas, betting all the wages
My girl expensive, remember you get what you pay for
Big, big pay-off moves on and off the radar
You can’t afford to miss a layup when you in the playoffs (Uh)
Press on, stress on
I give this shit blood, flesh, bone
Can’t catch me, I skate to my destiny
That’s necessity, you can’t out-finesse me
She like chocolate, Nestlé, brown and sexy
Touch me, tease me, please me, just don’t test me
I’m the bar, my weight up, you can’t press me
Legendary bloodline, my ancestry
Ooh, I’m devoted and hated, I re-coded the Matrix
I just loaded the bases and you know I’ma make it hit

[Chorus: Big Sean & Meek Mill]
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature
(Getting to the paper like it’s human nature)
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature, uh (Uh)
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature
No time to relax, we ain’t in Jamaica
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Uh)

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lil Tunechi

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I’ve been having conversations with the constellations
We keep this shit between us, just like a doctor-patient
The heaviest intoxication make the problems weightless
I’ma need some sanitation for the time that’s wasted
Told my shrink that life is crazy, he said, “Life is crazy”
I bought a house so fucking big it feel like I’m my neighbors
I told my weed man, “I need nature,” he accommodate me
I got two choppers look alike, I call ’em crock and gator
The flowers looking quite amazing, I ain’t like the fragrance
I stand beside a baby, see who you decide to play with
I’ma take my fucking chances, I’m a lucky bastard
My heart race ’til it catch up to who it’s running after
Oh my gosh, I’m gone, I’m on a planet I’m not knowin’
Said, “Let there be light,” but then all my lights were blown
Yeah, I know my rights, I mean I know right from wrong
I know yayo white and sweeter than a yellow bone
I know love is life and I know life is never long
I made plans to get away and in the morning, I’ll be gone
Man, I mind-fuck, no foreplay, brainwash, my thoughts fade
Brainstorm, I storm chase, guilty conscience no court date
Lil Tunechi (Tunechi)

[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne & Meek Mill]
Detroit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get this shit no matter how long it takes us
I’ve been having conversations with the constellations (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Getting to the paper like it’s human nature (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Black music sells about sixty percent of the music sold in the world
It outsells other people’s native music
And yet, we’re willing to sing for pennies a record

Shift – Anturajul

[Versuri Shift – Anturajul]

Anturajul, fetele cu cash parasesc orasul
Cu soferul nu cu nasul
Anturajul, fetele cu cash parasesc orasul
Cu soferul, nu cu nasu.

Avocado, freshuri, smoothie
Fetele’s vegane, fetele sunt culte
Ajuta-ne Doamne.
Fetele sunt bio, fumu-I din Jamaica
Bronzu-I de la Rio
Si ele-s mai high ca Everestu
Pe-autostrada 200, fetele-s in drum spre mare
Doar ce se intorc de la munte
Ca e plictiseala mare, si-au vazut deja prea multe
Dar le place sa vorbeasca, nu le place sa asculte.

Anturajul, fetele cu cash parasesc orasul
Cu soferul nu cu nasu
Anturajul, fetele cu cash parasesc orasul
Cu soferul, nu cu nasu.
(x2)

112, avem un trifoi
Fetele se-ncing de luni pana joi
Ca-i weekend, si-apoi arunca cu foi
Mili-milione, viata-I scumpa boy
Anturaj daca-I cumperi peisaj
Vrea ca Riri si Beyonce, Cati B, Nicki Minaj
Vrea in top cand e pe tocuri, altfel n-o sa stea, ea pleaca
E mereu o compioana, castiga mereu cand joaca.

Anturajul, fetele cu cash parasesc orasul
Cu soferul nu cu nasu
Anturajul, fetele cu cash parasesc orasul
Cu soferul, nu cu nasu.
(x2)

Lecrae – Self Discovery Lyrics

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[Intro]
He was a smart kid, it’s always about Lecrae ’cause he went big
We knew he had somethin’ in on ’em, never expected this though

[Verse 1]
And grandma said we came from Jamaica
‘Cross the ocean, ’til we made it
Had my DNA tested said the Westside of the motherland
Is where they take us from
Never met my daddy’s side so I couldn’t tell y’all if I’m Zulu or Xhosa
Couldn’t tell y’all how I be courtside
I made it this far without a co-sign
Of course, I struggled a lot and stayed prayed, prayin’
Unforgettable, Swae Lee, Swae Lee, demons Achilles, KD, KD
Now I’m up, is it real life?
And when it get real I can feel Christ
Healed this branch on a family tree that was here for me
Man, the roots so deep

[Break]
Self-discovery
Self discover me
Help uncover me
Help me to understand who I’m supposed to be
Not just a wannabe

[Sample]
It’s dangerous over here, this is a dangerous area
Get outta my face fool!

[Chorus]
Seen big pain, big loss, but still been big blessed
All that cap big, big, big, big, big, big, big stress
All you want big house, big car, big ice, big checks
Man, I wish y’all did, did, did, did, did that less

[Break: Trip Lee]
You ain’t gonna be nothin’, your daddy wasn’t, you ain’t gonna be
I knew that he always had, uh, something in him

[Verse 2]
My little cousin was hittin’ me up, man, I changed all my numbers I never knew
Crazy how digits were causing division, can’t nobody get it, the revenue
Seven numbers on a smartphone
Evil cash have their lights on
I get royalties, but I got loyalties, so send a bill, I’ll go half on it
Half blank, half unknown
Aren’t we Cheoroke to Seminole
I got PTSD runnin’ through me from my kinfolk
Stress had me going AWOL
Sin got me actin’ Adolf
I’m like “Hey dawg, I need days off, I’m depressed, having brain fall”
It’s obvious, I’m highly blessed
I finally get to understand what a man is when he had his godliness
To get there, I was highly stretched and I was highly stressed

[Sample]
I gotta deal with Bloods and Crips down [?] valley, black, white, red, brown, y’all ain’t gon’ stress me out

[Chorus]
Seen big pain, big loss, but still been big blessed
All that cap big, big, big, big, big, big, big stress
All you want big house, big car, big ice, big checks
Man I wish y’all did, did, did, did, did that less

NLE Choppa – Top Shotta Flow Lyrics

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[Intro]
Shotta
Turn the reverb down a lil’ bit
I’ma call this bitch the “Top Shotta Flow” right here
“Top Shotta Flow,” on some shit
NLE, Top Shotta (I think we found a loophole)
Turn my vocals up some (Brrt)
Brrt, nigga, brrt
NLE, Top Shotta (Ayy), got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Ayy, yeah)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Grrt, grrt, ayy)
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Cut off some niggas, they say that I’m fake (Cut off)
Them niggas was bitch, they weren’t makin’ shit shake (Makin’ shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin’ and schemin’ and duckin’ them Ks
I’ma take me a risk, I’ma take me a gamble (Take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to rob for a gavel
In the stolo ridin’, now we ride in the Lambos (In Lambos)
If I give you my problems, I bet you can’t handle (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
My niggas, they trap out the vacant, apartments and bandos
Band man, gang, drum on the choppa, commando (Commando)
Choppa go on repeat, on repeat just like Sopranos (Brrt, brrt, Sopranos)
Think that you steppin’ to me (Ayy), I’ll leave you where you stand, ho (Ayy)
Slide on that boy, yeah, we ride in the night (Ayy)
I don’t care the circumstance, he dyin’ tonight (Tonight)
Left my phone at the crib, I’m doin’ it right (Doin’ it right)
My nigga on the drill, my Glock on the right (Grrt)
Step one, step two, hop out on feet (Hop out)
Why the fuck is he runnin’? He playing with me (Ayy)
Put one in his noggin, he layin’ asleep
They call me, talk shit like I’m they enemies
Make a killin’ off a show, then get a nigga killed
Get a nigga peeled, put him on the quilt
Drank in the cup, sip out the seal
He went out, said, “He not my nigga”
We do this for real, we never gon’ squeal
He know what it is, we see that he deal
He ain’t gonna do it ‘less he off a pill
I swear I was sober on all of my drills

[Chorus]
Cut off some niggas, they say that I’m fake (Cut off)
Them niggas was bitch, they wasn’t makin’ shit shake (Makin’ shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin’ and schemin’ and duckin’ them Ks
I’ma take me a risk, I’ma take me a gamble (Take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to rob for a gavel
In the stolo ridin’, now we ride in the Lambos (In Lambos)
If I give you my problems, I bet you can’t handle (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Them niggas be bruisers, niggas ain’t shooters
Twenty K on his head, you still ain’t do it
Who did you call when y’all got into it?
You know I be tweakin’, you know how I pull it (You know how I pull it)
One shot, niggas must think I’m pussy (What?)
Bitch, you seen me leave niggas gushy (C’mon)
Big dawg in the hoodie, call me Tookie (What?)
Big man on the block, ask Drew Gooden (Ayy)
Walk down in my ski mask and a hoodie (Ayy)
Say “I’m not killer,” you niggas be foolin’
Go at my nigga, he seen me do it
Shoot up the party, we droppin’ them bullets
It’s a hundred-some Grapes, you ain’t stoppin’ them boys
Fu-fu-fu-fuckin’ with me, you get put in the morgue
I don’t threaten no man, I’m a big lil’ gangsta
Whole lotta gun residue on my finger
When them niggas be hidin’, I get a lil’ anxious
I’ma shoot up the crib, shoot that bitch through the blanket
I’m a real Top Shotta, put it on the map
Niggas turn ghost when it’s time to ride out
This shit is tatted on my stomach, Top Shotta, it ain’t wrong
Bitch, I’m rasta, for real, Jamaica, it be my stompin’

[Chorus]
Cut off some niggas, they say that I’m fake (Cut off)
Them niggas was bitch, they wasn’t makin’ shit shake (Makin’ shit shake)
Had to run this shit up, make a K in a day (K in a day)
We was robbin’ and schemin’ and duckin’ them Ks
I’ma take me a risk, I’ma take me a gamble (Take me a gamble)
I was down on my dick, had to rob for a gavel
In the stolo ridin’, now we ride in the Lambos (In Lambos)
If I give you my problems, I bet you can’t handle (Ayy)

[Outro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, Top Shotta
Ayy, Top Shotta, Top, mm
Top Shotta, Top, mm, Top Shotta, Top, ayy
Top Shotta, Top Shotta, nigga, bitch, mm, ayy

Future – Ridin Strikers Lyrics

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[Intro]
Riding strikers
Hotbox shit, gonna hotbox (Pluto)
I’m gonna cut ’em (You got somethin’ to bring)

[Chorus]
Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood
Riding strikers through your hood (Ridin’ strikers through), yeah
Ridin’ strikers through your hood, yeah
Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag’ she ridin’ striker

[Verse 1]
I go to Jamaica then tag ’em with a hundred snipers
I dip the ice and go (Woo), I step out icy, frozen (Woo)
I hit professional (Woo), I have déjà vu, I know (Woo)
I’m gettin’ my decimals (Woo), I’m going digital
Spazzin’ in Jimmy Choo, bagged up plentiful
Tell me how I’m supposed to be sober in my interview (sober)
Last night I was growing up (I was in Fendi too)
Took flight, I’ve been going up (That’s a ritual)
Passport and we going up like some animals
Addied up and I’m gassed up, change the temperature
Triple rows, tall hoes, they identical
Minute Maid, Hi-Tech splash (Goin’ crazy)
Drug raids got me cold, got me cocky (Ahh)
Can’t stand it, won’t enjoy life if it ain’t toxic
Cuban links, walking on ice, I don’t play hockey
I was trained standin’ on Front Street and I’m saucy
High profile superstar, codeine coughing
Cop a Porsche, cop a Range Rover, it’s King Jaffe
Kick a door, smokin’ sherm sticks, they opps, sees ’em
Piss poor, we sticking together like (Gang)
King Kong, I’m taking drugs out my body
Insane, inside my brain and my posse

[Chorus]
Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood
Riding strikers good, yeah
Ridin’ strikers in the hood, yeah
Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker (Striker)
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker (Striker)
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag’ she ridin’ striker (Strike)

[Post-Chorus]
Riding strikers good
Riding strikers through your hood, yeah
Riding strikers through
Riding strikers through the hood, yeah
Yeah, riding strikers through your hood

[Interlude]
The police need your help in tracking down a suspect in a bank robbery this morning on the city’s north side
According to police, the suspect walked into the bank about nine this morning
Went straight to one of the tellers, handed over a note that said
“Put money in bag”

[Outro]
Hold on, pouring up the drank
Hold on, now I’m robbin’ me a bank
Hold on, fucking on foreign
Hold on, that bitch with you ain’t
Hold on, whippin’ up foreign
Hold on, drive it like a tank
Hold on, pouring up drank
Hold on, ’bout to rob me a bank
Hold on, smokin’ on pressure
Hold on, straight out a pound
Hold on, crazy-ass shooter (Crazy-ass shooter)
Hold on, sprayin’ in the crowd (Sprayin’ in the crowd)
Hold on, kill ’em on sight
Hold on, still go to trial
Hold on, nigga get life
Hold on, been scarred as a child
Hold on, rob me a bank
Rob me a bank
Hold on