Tag: Miami

Iyaz – Replay (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
(Right about now)
Go DJ!
Yeah that’s my D-
Rock City an’ Iyaz got the world on replay
Shawty’s like a melody
Yeah, hustle remix
Bizzy Bone
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (Kingston!)

[Verse 1]
Ever since I saw ya girl
No words to say
I think about cha’ everyday
Cus’ I really need ya girl
You da one for me
So please don’t go away
I know it’s hard to say
But trust me babe
I promise it’ll be okay
Cus when you’re down and out
And ya need someone
Baby I will brighten ya day (Hustle remix)

[Verse 2]
Lil mama like a melody I can’t get out my head
I got money on the block but still I can’t get out the bеd
She fly
She fine
Shе sexy
She mine
She keep that thing juicy for me every single time
(That girl)
Real dime, every dope boy desire
Thick with a attitude and an independent mind
So if I
Ever do decide
To settle down and only be with her don’t be surprised cus

[Pre-Chorus]
(That girl,) like somethin’ off a poster
(That girl,) is a dime they say
(That girl,) is a gun to my holster
And she’s running through my mind all day, ayy

[Chorus]
Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out, got me singin’ like​
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay
Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out, got me singin’ like (ayy!)
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay (Right about now), replay

[Verse 3]
Go DJ!
Yeah that’s my DJ
When you hear that Rock city keep it on replay
Go DJ!
Yeah that’s my D-
Rock City an’ Iyaz got the world on replay
She said she want me rewind that
She ain’t ya friend dem dem
That [?]
I said it gonna be a top 10
[?]

[Verse 4]
Shawty had a mean and a
Mai Tai, with the umbrella everyday
Shawty had a walk killa
But would relate to everything that you say
And in the bed she was so in Miami, Iyaz even said that she was ready for fame
It’s all good when she rock leather cus it would grip her like in every way
Let’s go to the beach when the sun set
Just reminisce and reminisce on how we do now
And all of my people asking who now, and what i do now, shawty’s like a melody too now
Shawty

[Chorus]
Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out, got me singin’ like​
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay
Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out, got me singin’ like (ayy!)
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay (Right about now), replay

[Bridge]
I can be your melody
Oh, girl, I could write you a symphony
The one that could fill your fantasies
So come baby girl, let’s sing with me, ayy
I can be your melody
Oh, girl, I could write you a symphony
The one that could fill your fantasies
So come baby girl let’s sing with me, ayy
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-naa
Shawty got me singin’
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-naa
Now she got me singin’

[Chorus]
Shawty’s like a melody in my head
That I can’t keep out, got me singin’ like (Ayy)
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (Ayy)
Shawty’s like a melody in my head (Like a melody)
That I can’t keep out, got me singin’ like (Hey, ayy)
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It’s like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay

Fat Joe, DJ Drama & Cool N Dre – Africa Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe, DJ Drama, & Both]
Since an early age, I been ’bout that dough
I been ’bout that bag
Been on the streets since 14, and I ain’t ever look back
(Cool N Dre)
Now we the big big show

[Verse 1: Fat Joe, DJ Drama & French Montana]
I put shawty on the ass and tits
Hermés tantrums and fashion fits
Something playa like stash cash and grits
We elect mayors and flash the wrists (Yes!)
I know you said they ballin’, but that ain’t this
Trips to Miami, baby, that ain’t trips (No!)
Rolling dice, yeah, life’s a bitch
And a couple side pieces excite the dick
I’m in a foreign Bruckner foreigner
The cats inside the zoo bring out the whore in them (Uh oh)
My nigga Frank doing more than life
Hе’ll tell you “That boy is [?]”
Crack gods
(Haaan)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & French Montana]
We the onе these niggas wanna be like (Haaan)
Same gang since the beginning, I don’t switch sides (Haaan)
Lotta niggas hatin’ but I keep cool
We ain’t with the snitchin’ that’s [?] (Haaan)
‘Cause we the one these niggas wanna be like

[Verse 2: Fat Joe & French Montana]
A splashed pina sauce on the silks
Brought jobs to turfs he can’t [?]
Put it on the private with a motto this built
Tall enough to like she walkin’ on stilts
Diamonds and pearls, I wrote slave on my face
[?] bage on the waist
Tummy tuck, crack, watch the money come back
They talkin’ straps, they don’t really want that
Ain’t no bitch in us, ain’t no snitch in us
My god-daughter used a Grammy as a sippy cup
Another day, another billy gets paid
They take your shorts
I got it made
(Haaan)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
We the one these niggas wanna be like
Same gang since the beginning, I don’t switch sides
Lotta niggas hatin’ but I keep cool
We ain’t with the snitchin’ that’s [?]
‘Cause we the one these niggas wanna be like

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Gangsta Breezy

Pop Smoke & Anuel AA – Mr. Jones Lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Ya ass ain’t fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
She came out the room like, “Papi, my ass hurt”
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worried ’bout the wrong thing
That’s backwards, it’s ’bout thе cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour
Break it down in thе back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can’t put me first, that’s backwards

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Anuel AA]
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Ya ass ain’t fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung (Lo’ Illuminati’, ah)

[Verse 2: Anuel AA]
I got a stick (I got a stick), one hundred rounds (One hundred rounds)
You know, Miami shit (Brr), we shut it down (We shut it down)
One billion streams (Jaja), no bundles, no bundles (No bundles, no bundles)
I spent seven mil’ (Seven mil’), ’cause I wanted a condo
My white girl snoring, yeah, you know they’re caucasian (You know they’re caucasians)
Bugatti pre-order, yeah (Brrum), that shit look amazing (That shit look amazing)
My bitch at the border, yeah (Yeah), a stallion like Megan (Yeah, yeah)
You know me, I got body (Brr) he got me mistakin’
‘Toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone’, también ‘toy adicto haciendo millone’
‘Toy saliendo ‘e Booby Trap con cuatro palo’ con tambore’ (Brr)
El sistema del R adentro del AK haciendo fusione’ (Ah)
Y los Illuminati’ me escogieron a mi, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone’ (Illuminati’)
Millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca (Muñeca)
La cubana tiene el culo bien apretado como kilo puro de manteca (La cubana)
Yo la monto en el Lambo y sin decirle un carajo se saca las teta’ (Se saca las teta’)
Y solo come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (Jajaja)
It’s Saturday night (Ey), my regular gotta fight, ey (Gotta fight)
I’m gonna be ring-side, sitting next to Dana White (UFC), ey
And you got a few milli’, yeah (Yeah), but so do I (So do I)
If any ’em don’t want to die (Die)
Pussy nigga, take a flight (Take a flight, brr)
Ella e’ una diabla, en el putero le dicen “Annabelle” (Le dicen “Annabelle”)
Le gusta que yo se la eche en la cara, toditas quieren chingar con Anuel (Chingar con Anuel)
Mano, en verdad que yo nunca lloré, la delantera la vamo’ a correr, ey (Nosotro’ mandamo’, en la isla)
Chingar al poder, será por un pacto con Lucifer, eh (Anuel, brr)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Anuel AA]
See we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (We just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck (Ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Ya ass ain’t fat enough” (Jajaja)
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck (Brr)
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?” (Five hundred)
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us (Ey)
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy (Some pussy)
The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung

Dave East & Harry Fraud – Dolla And A Dream Lyrics

[Intro: Steven Young & Dave East]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah
Born as kings, nigga
Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha
Die as kings nigga
Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I got with Fraud, ain’t nothin’ fraudulent, still hit the bar, get bent (Nothin’)
He produced it, I’m just talkin’ shit, I had a dream, we all got rich (Uh)
Not a hatin’ bone in my body, Gotti, I order hits (Boom)
Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin (Ah)
We just tryna ball like a tournament, shine like an ornaments (Shine)
I’m eatin’ Cuban food in Miami, link with my Florida bitch (Uh)
Healthy, we just tryna be wealthy, that mean you more than rich (More)
You gangsta? Catch a body in public, that way we all convinced (Shoot that nigga)
If you solid, you ain’t gotta speak on it, it’s in your actions (Uh)
With money came division, shit broke us down to a fraction (Shit broke us down)
This life don’t compare to me and my daughter out relaxin’
At lеast he pulled up with some baggiеs, I’m stressin’ out tryna match ’em (Woo)
Some shit never change, like you had a million-dollar bill (Never)
Steel sharpens steel, spirits got around me, and I caught the chills
For real, before we bagged it up, we let the fan dry it
My youngins really tryna get it back in blood, they vampires (Ha)
Me and my circle a bunch of sticks, this shit a campfire (Boom, boom)
You disrespect ’til niggas can’t find you, buried with ants by you Under dirt, that paper made him lazy, he ain’t wanna work
At close range, blood on his tee, put on another shirt
Nobody saw it

[Chorus: Steven Young & Dave East]
Life ain’t what it seems (Uh)
From the dirt but a niggas still clean (Clean)
Hot and fresh on the scene
I be doin’ shit that niggas never seen (Never)
I be gettin’ bitches that niggas only dream (Only)
I just want the money, peaches and the cream (Uh)
I just want the money, ball with my team (I just want the money)
We just some niggas that came from the concrete
Gotta have a dollar and a dream and believe

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Dollar, peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths (Peace)
Let’s run the universe, everything I been through in a verse
Before my hearse, I want Ferrari horses (Vroom), Cavalli hoodies, order lobster for us
The dope was raw that mean they gotta call us (Call)
Meyer Lansky, hide the dope in the rice in the pantry (Uh)
Len Bias coke, drop dead right on the campus (Right there)
Plug gave me my own work, now I can stamp it (Stamp)
Dust made ’em get naked, they started dancin’ (Uh)
Harlem shakin’ in the lobby like a Diddy vid (Woo)
I ain’t gotta fantasize, I talk ’bout shit we really did (We did it)
The courts can’t charge him as an adult, because he still a kid (Youngin’)
Niggas rather burn it ‘fore they build a bridge, I’m low, but I be in the mix (I’m in it)
Scramblin’, niggas lost their life due to gamblin’
Had weed on the campus in Louisiana, gramblin’ (Uh)
Really wildin’, talking bout them cells we was in and out of
Now the kicks a thousand, still get my lobster from City Island (You know it, nigga)

[Chorus: Steven Young & Dave East]
Life ain’t what it seems (Nah)
From the dirt but a niggas still clean (I’m from the dirt)
Hot and fresh on the scene (Uh)
I be doin’ shit that niggas never seen (Hoffa)
I be gettin’ bitches that niggas only dream (Hoffa)
I just want the money, peaches and the cream (That all)
I just want the money (The money), ball with my team (Baller)
We just some niggas that came from the concrete (Concrete, nigga)
Gotta have a dollar and a dream and believe

[Outro: Dave East]
From the concrete nigga
Hoffa

Tory Lanez – We Outside Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Quarantinin’ over, nigga, we outside (Ayy, we outside)
I bought my bitch a brand new Rollie, she a vibe (Yeah, she a vibe)
My rich niggas, throw your wrists up, put it high (High)
Now put it down if it ain’t over twenty-five, woah (Woah)

[Chorus]
Different diamonds, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
We be wildin’, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
Call the bitches up and tell ’em we outside
Waiter keep the bottles comin’ ’cause you know that we on fire (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Shit is lit, yeah, lil’ bitch, we goin’ crazy (Goin’ crazy)
White girls in this bitch, they goin’ crazy (Goin’ crazy)
All my diamonds doin’ voodoo like they Haitian
My dick ain’t picky, bitch, I’lll fuck you if you basic (Ah)
Hundred thousand on my wrist, I’m talkin’ real money (Facts)
I ain’t spin lil’ bitch, that bitch can’t get a bill from it (Facts)
Fucked her once and, to this day, that bitch is still comin’ (Tory)
Got a drummer on the choppa, that shit still drummin’ (Hah)
Spin forty, now that nigga think he Tory (He think he Tory)
I’m detectin’ all the lies like Amaury (Like Amaury)
Damn, Miami, she on Xanny [?] (Woo)
Fuckin’ bitches ’til a nigga gettin’ bored (Gettin’ bored)
The realest niggas that I know are dead up in a tomb (Yeah)
Now I’m the realest nigga in the room (Ah)
Different diamonds bustin’ on me, bitch, we outside
Got a model starin’ at me with her mouth wide

[Pre-Chorus]
Quarantinin’ over, nigga, we outside (Ayy, we outside)
I bought my bitch a brand new Rollie, she a vibe (Yeah, she a vibe)
My rich niggas, throw your wrists up, put it high (High)
Now put it down if it ain’t over twenty-five, woah (Woah)

[Chorus]
Different diamonds, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
We be wildin’, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
Call the bitches up and tell ’em we outside
Waiter keep the bottles comin’ ’cause you know that we on fire (Fire)
Different diamonds, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
We be wildin’, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
Call the bitches up and tell ’em we outside
Waiter keep the bottles comin’ ’cause you know that we on fire (Fire)

[Verse 2]
Wintertime came, a lot of niggas went ghost (Went ghost)
Quarantine came, a lot of niggas went broke (Niggas broke)
My rap money start slowin’ on my cell, though (Hah)
But all I talk is money, niggas, I could sell quotes (Grrt)
Hold up, where we at? Brrt, outside (Facts)
And tell that bitch to shut her mouth, shit, about time (Facts)
Niggas trip about their bitches, get to sneakin’ on me (Why?)
Boy, that hip’ll get to bustin’ like a Bieber on me, brrt
Ayy, touchdown
All my niggas in this bitch and we get crushed down (Yeah)
When I get the hoes, then, bitch, the weekend shut down (Yeah)
Outside, nigga, outside, we up now (We up), yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Quarantinin’ over, nigga, we outside (Ayy, we outside)
I bought my bitch a brand new Rollie, she a vibe (Yeah, she a vibe)
My rich niggas, throw your wrists up, put it high (High)
Now put it down if it ain’t over twenty-five, woah (Woah)

[Chorus]
Different diamonds, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
We be wildin’, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
Call the bitches up and tell ’em we outside
Waiter keep the bottles comin’ ’cause you know that we on fire (Fire)
Different diamonds, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
We be wildin’, we outside, we outside, yeah (Outside)
Call the bitches up and tell ’em we outside
Waiter keep the bottles comin’ ’cause you know that we on fire (Fire)

[Outro]
I mean, pop, I still got your dream girl in my dream car
Stop playin’ with me, I get money from A to B, better yet A to C
Shit, I’m cold, nigga, extra cold
I make eskimos wear extra clothes when they come around me
It’s umbrella, we outside

Tory Lanez – BDay Lyrics

[Intro]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
TikTok, big Glock, big Glizzy
I’ma ball, I was broke for every BDay
Get the money, spend it with my niggas each way
I be pimpin’ these hoes, no, it ain’t easy
When I cash out the stack, I’m glitchy
Bitch I’m blowin’ money fast like Meech, ayy
Still I wear the same sweats for like three days
Give a fuck ’bout these hoes, I gotta eat, yeah
I got places to go, people to meet, yeah
I be duckin’ these fuck niggas and the leechers
Niggas cheatin’ thеse blogs, how they be rеachin’
Roll my reefers in [?], bitch I be chiefin’
I hate to seem like a boss, they know I’m glitchin’
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m glitchin’
They out here ridin’ the wave, they in the deep end
I call her for some shorty, she and her three friends
I’m dippin’ off in a Rolls
They call me three hundred thousand, baby, I’m livin’ large, yeah
Pre-own the houses, baby, I’m thinkin’ smart, yeah
She wanna pull up ’cause she know I keep it G.I. Joe to decease, I’m glitch, I know, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
Knowin’ that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me
It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day
So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay

[Post-Chorus/Bridge]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

[Verse 2]
In the grocery shoppin’ lookin’ like CJ
Wholesale with a pound like DJ
Nigga fuckin’ with my money, he catchin’ three fade
That nigga play with me funny, I give him three days
Real talk, motherfucker I’m glitchin’, yeah
Tell a broke nigga straight, “Stop leechin’”
Down in Miami, the Bentley on the highway
I feel like Fetty, I seen the girl swingin’ my way
Momma gobblin’, wobblin’ on the [?]
That toppy feelin’ [?] when she slide
She dropped an ice cube on it like Friday
Lil’ mama price too, too, too high, bae
If you really with the gang, then you gon’ sign in
VVS’s in my chain, them bitches blindin’
Twenty thousand in the stand, bitch, can you find ’em?
Niggas they don’t understand, bitch, I’m a grinder
Hustlin’ knives, big duffle of cash
My money is stashed, the police comin’, shit I’m duckin’ and dashin’
From the twenty, the thirty, baby, shit [?] the cash
Prayin’ that you fake niggas never last like that, ayy

[Chorus]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
Knowin’ that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me
It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day
So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay

Young Thug – WYD Lyrics

[Intro]
Thugger
Jeffery
Future Hendrix
Zoovier

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
She just hit my line like what you doin’ baby (yeah baby)
I said girl you fine what you been doin’ lately (yeah babe)
If she fuck me good she get a new Mercedes
I know you wanna stay but you can’t move here baby
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye) (Thugger)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye) (Jeffery)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Aye I fucked your bitch on the regular
Your bitch told me that you irregular
I fucked the lil bitch from my schedule
She suck me I might buy a Tesla
I told her I don’t got a reason
Big beef bitch im bleeding
And I came a long way from Cleveland
Yeah I came a long way from Cleveland
Aye ima pull up in a Wraith
Aye I turn these bitch to my babes
Aye she saying Thugger was fake
Aye now she saying Thugger is bae aye

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
She just hit my line like what you doin’ baby (yeah baby)
I said girl you fine what you been doin’ lately (yeah babe)
If she fuck me good she get a new Mercedes
I know you wanna stay but you can’t move here baby
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)

[Verse 2: Future]
Future Hendrix
I turn my truck to a Bentley
Instagram shit like Miami
I fuck that bitch then I’m finished
God blessed all the trap niggas
I cannot chill with you rap niggas
You want beef but we clap niggas
I got 2 bitches in my lounge niggas
I hate on then fuck on a nigga’s wife
I probably fucked a lil nigga’s life
Yeah my baby momma keep playing round with my son
We gon pull up with a whole lotta guns
We gon shoot bullets at the quarterback
We gon shoot, we aim for none yeah
Yeah I told my bitch and I [?]
I fuck the bitch and I spectate
I just dropped 2 albums
Now they waiting on the mixtape yeah
Yeah, free my dogs in the dog pound
The fame bittersweet
You can’t get your bitch back until I press delete
Hendrix

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
She just hit my line like what you doin’ baby (yeah baby)
I said girl you fine what you been doin’ lately (yeah babe)
If she fuck me good she get a new Mercedes
I know you wanna stay but you can’t move here baby
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)
She just text my phone like what you doin’ baby (yeah aye)

IDK & Lucky Daye – Puerto Rico Lyrics

[Chorus: IDK]
Girl, you’re just like Puerto Rico
Sunshine, sometimes Miami
When it rains, it pours like London
Ooh, your looks can be deceiving, thought I knew ya
Close that door, bet on floor
I just want more, I can’t get enough of you
What I got in store is all of yours
I just want more, I can’t get enough of you

[Verse 1: IDK]
Mm, she wanna ride that thing ’til the top of the pole
Throw a couple dollars, make her get it and go
Front-to-front, front-to-back, front-to-side, do it face-to-face
Understand I’m a free agent but I’m yours today (Uh-huh)
Single like dollar like radio play (Uh-huh)
For the radiohead, I promise I’ll stay (Uh-huh)
Gotta switch up the station like andale (Uh-huh)
Single like uno, no dos y no tres

[Bridge]
She a five-star bitch, when she ask, I don’t trip
Five-star bitch, when she ask, I don’t trip

[Chorus: IDK]
Girl, you’re just like Puerto Rico
Sunshine, sometimes Miami
When it rains, it pours like London
Ooh, your looks can be deceiving, thought I knew ya
Close that door, bet on floor
I just want more, I can’t get enough of you
What I got in store is all of yours
I just want more, I can’t get enough of you

[Post-Chorus: IDK]
You know what, you know what
You know, you know
We like to party, party, party
You know what, you know what
You know what, you know what
We like to party, party, party
We like to party, party, party, party, party
You know what

[Verse 2: Lucky Daye]
Only rolling with a slider
I’ma pull up, you should roll up, get the lighter
Put it on me nice and slow
Mixing drinks up with tequila, she a fighter, I light her fire
Anything goes, two at a time, they find it, twins, they Geminis
And they keep switchin’ sides, mm, not surprised (Okay)
She already know that her problem’s always tellin’ lies
We over-analyze, I see it in her eyes, I know

[Bridge]
She a five-star bitch, when she ask, I don’t trip
Five-star bitch, when she ask, I don’t trip

[Chorus: IDK]
Girl, you’re just like Puerto Rico
Sunshine, sometimes Miami
When it rains, it pours like London
Ooh, your looks can be deceiving, thought I knew ya
Close that door, bet on floor
I just want more, I can’t get enough of you
What I got in store is all of yours
I just want more, I can’t get enough of you

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

Kodak Black – Feelin’ Peachy Lyrics

[Intro]
You know I needed you, why would leave me?
Keeping it real every day, it ain’t easy
Sorry this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin’ calamari out my teeth, baby

[Chorus]
Sorry, this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin’ calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby

[Verse 1]
You know I needed you, why would leave me?
Keeping it real every day, it ain’t easy
Cardigans weather, it come out next season
[?] would you just stay with me please
I’ma bless lil’ mama like she sneezing
Scored a triple double for my nieces
I just bought a Rovеr for no reason
I’m on house arrest, I can’t еven leave
Locked up in the pen, but I ain’t peed
The water dripping off me Aquafina
Love my uncle [?] uncle [?]
Love my auntie [?] auntie [?]
Blowing all this money ’cause it freeze
Scamming in Miami by the beach
Telling on your homies, that ain’t Z
Boy, I heard you ratted for a cheesecake

[Chorus]
Sorry, this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin’ calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby

[Verse 2]
Snipers and the beams in lil’ lil’ Haiti
Sipping on the lean but I ain’t lazy
[?] bae, check your saving
Skeeted on her face, she say “Don’t waste it”
I been smoking coffee with the weed
I’ma keep you healthy selling P’s
Devil wanna sign me, what’s the plea?
Double nines on me, I’m from 18th
Louis V peach-colored blanket
Dogging on these bitches, I got rabies
Hitting her from the back, I told her face me
I been getting a lot of money lately
Cardi B I hope you like your bracelet
Shawty say I’m handsome for a Haitian
I just rent the Spider for the weekend
Lying on my dick but it ain’t shrinking

[Chorus]
Sorry, this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin’ calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby

[Verse 3]
Cracka tryna tell me go to sleep
I been writing lyrics after 3
Brother told me fuck it stick to rappin’
Everybody know you ’bout yo action
White girl say she feeling peachy
I still smell the pussy on my pinky
Bae that pussy taste like, tangerine

[Chorus]
Sorry, this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin’ calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby

Iguana Death Cult – Miami Sun

Need it till I’m sleeping
Sleeping till I’m
Dreaming of Miami
For millions skies at least
I’ll never cross the water
But I know that I belong
Water send me beaches
With some coco in my pocket

Aaaaa, just go to sleep
Aaaaa, just go to sleep

Shit crazy – Gucci Mane lyrics – Versuri Lyrics

Lyrics S**t crazy – Gucci Mane

S**t crazy lyrics
Man, this s**t crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ s**t on the daily
Lil’ b***h say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ b***h she gave me
Still trappin’ up out my flip,
wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin’, I ain’t losin’ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon’ take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin’ me, “Take care of it,”
I squash it if I pay the bill
I don’t play detective games, they play, no, I don’t play with them
I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism

Lil’ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I’m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait ’em and then play the n***a
But s**t get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the n***a
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, n***a
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the n***a
Shiesty, that’s my Dirk Nowitzki, ain’t no way I’m tradin’, n***a
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the n***a

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this s**t crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ s**t on the daily
Lil’ b***h say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ b***h she gave me
Still trappin’ up out my flip,
wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and s**t, where I’m from, man, it’s snitchin’
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin’
Race to you with this choppa,
stand over you ’til you finished
My niggas ig’nant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this s**t ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Versuri-lyrics.info
Choppa Gang run the city

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this s**t crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ s**t on the daily
Lil’ b***h say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ b***h she gave me
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pagesss

Gucci Mane – Shit Crazy Lyrics

[Intro: BIG30 & Gucci Mane]
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin’, I ain’t losin’ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon’ take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin’ me, “Take care of it,” I squash it if I pay the bills
I don’t plan to take his gang to play, no, I don’t play with them
I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil’ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I’m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait ’em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that’s my dawg, no [?], ain’t no way I’m tradin’, nigga
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and shit, where I’m from, man, it’s snitchin’
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin’
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you ’til you finished
My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Choppa Gang run the city

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

IDK – Frontin (Pharrell Cover) Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Don’t wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain’t looking at no other dudes
‘Cause you love me
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe ’cause you love me
Ladies

[Pre-Chorus]
So then we tried thinking it slow now
Because you weren’t used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon’ tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’ (You know I want you, babe)
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t carе at all
But you know I want ya (You should stop frontin’, babe)

[Verse 2]
Tryna be the bеst girlfriend you could be
But still you peak and look at me, and girl, I love it
Uh-huh, uh
Then you give your other girls a show
Tell her you gon’ call her, ask how it was
And she’s gon’ love it, woah-oh-oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
So then we tried singing it slow now
Because you weren’t used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon’ tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’, you know I want you, babe
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin’, babe

[Bridge]
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

[Verse 3]
She said I picture bright red stop signs
I picture “Don’t walk here” [?] mop signs
I picture all of the bullshit we been through
Now you just picture the picture of what I picture when I picture you
Picture two pictures of lemonade, the sweetest of lips
You used to pitch me the idea that you want my dick
Whenever we split like banana and empty the clip
‘Cause we be at war then come together like an eclipse
Because of the stick, the stigma shouldn’t be like this
But shit, the stigma of crossin’ lines, reason we trip
And fallin’ in love but true gon’ fall from above
A shot of the cupid ’til it crosses the flock of a dove
And that’s a fancy way of sayin’ you ain’t shit
After all this time, this is what I get?
Like the slang of a Miami nigga, in his words
“You the opposite of truth, you ain’t legit, legit”
I’m tryna flip the switch
Of feelings as you insist to bitch
But momma taught me never call a girl out of her name
For now, you and I [?]

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’, you know I want you, babe
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin’, babe

[Outro]
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

DDG & OG Parker – Money Long Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
G. Ry got me
OG Parker

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 1: DDG]
(Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
You was playin’ tough, why the fuck you wanna talk it out?
I just caught a nigga lackin’ at The Waffle House
Niggas know I’m drippin’ hella stupid when I’m poppin’ out
Bad bitch, she gon’ throw it back for a bunch of clout
Nigga say he want some smoke, it ain’t shit to knock him out
Rolls Royce, Richard Millie, I already spent a mil’
I was already rich, I ain’t really need a deal
I’ma change her life if I put her in this video
Flew her first class, she like “Daddy, where we finna go?”
Made it out the hood, 248 to the 310
Niggas hatin’, sayin’ I wouldn’t make it, I’m like “Say no more,” bitch

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Shake that ass, shake that bag, so you rad, huh? (You rad)
Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them (Bring all them hoes)
Blew up his weap’, just keep the neck, ’cause bitch I’m divin’ in (Bitch)
Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again
Judge say I can’t drive again, fuck I got these whips for?
Plug just sent me five, on my son, send me six more
Boy I travel with blunts, ’cause on my son, you can get smoked
Pass the weed, my nigga, pass the beans

[Verse 3: DDG]
I got this weed in my lungs and this shit dope
Don’t bring your bitch ’round me none, she gon’ get poked
She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch broke
Ain’t givin’ kisses with tongues, I’ll hit though
Humble as fuck, but I know that I’m lit though
I spent two mil’ on my crib, that ain’t shit though
I spent a million on whips, still rich though
I know they sleep, that’s okay, they can get woke, bitch

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 4: DDG]
Whole lot of hoes tryna get with me
Straight from the ‘Yak, but these foreign hoes feelin’ me
I be fuckin’ way too much, I’m out of energy
Or it’s from the gas, I be ballin’ at dispensaries
Broke niggas envy me, wanna put an end to me
Call me DDG, I’m not your bro, you ain’t no kin to me
Hit a nigga bitch and now I got her eyes rollin’ back
Made it out the ‘Yak, ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m goin’ back, bitch

Pop Smoke – Mr. Jones Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look

[Chorus]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be about ten
I’m like, “Your ass seems fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suck all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around, nigga, I swear

[Verse]
She came out the room like, “Papi, my ass hurt”
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worried ’bout the wrong thing
That’s bad work, it’s ’bout thе cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Brеak it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can’t put me first, that’s backwards

[Chorus]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be about ten
I’m like, “Your ass seems fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suck all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around, nigga, I swear

[Open Verse]

Allie X – I’m Not Gonna Tell My Boyfriend Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse]
Oh, you’re proceeded baby, by your reputation
You make me higher than all kinds of medication
I wanna take you to a real discreet location
I wanna take you now
Was at The Roxy where your punk-y band was playing
You got me sayin’ shit that I shouldn’t be sayin’
Lucky my boyfriend’s in Miami on vacation
You know your sex is wow

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey boy, you’re the hottest in L.A
Why don’t you come here and make my day?

[Chorus]
Ride with me, baby, for the weekend
And we’ll set fire to the evidence
I just wanna try you for a second
And you can be my little secret
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend

[Verse]
Was at The Roxy where your punk-y band was playing
You got me sayin’ shit that I shouldn’t be sayin’
Lucky my boyfriend’s in Miami on vacation
You know your sex is wow

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey boy, you’re the hottest in L.A
Why don’t you come here and make my day?

[Chorus]
Ride with me, baby, for the weekend
And we’ll set fire to the evidence
I just wanna try you for a second
And you can be my little secret
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend
I’m not gonna tell my boyfriend

Playboi Carti – Beno! Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a fuck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

[Verse]
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherfuckin’ plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon’ ride (Yeah)
I fucked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I’m really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don’t hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I’m riding ’round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, “Carti, you back on your ratchet shit” (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I’m punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I’m going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a fuck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

Russ – Hard For Me Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, damn
Yeah

[Chorus]
Tired of goin’ hard for people who don’t go hard for me
And when you love somebody, the truth gets hard to see
They gon’ knock the wind out, make it hard to breathe
If I go hard for you, please go hard for me (Bitch)
Tired of goin’ hard for people who don’t go hard for me
And when you love somebody, the truth gets hard to see
They gon’ knock the wind out, make it hard to breathe
If I go hard for you, please go hard for me (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
I thought this was different, but it’s not though
Everything was good at the bеginnin’, then it got so
Fucked up, herе we go
‘Round and ’round you go, yeah
Yeah, when I go to sleep or when I get up, I’m feelin’ fed up
This ain’t a competition, but we’re tryna get a leg up
On each other way we gon’ lose
‘Cause you’re battlin’ me and I’m battlin’ you
Introduced you to my friends and my family
Introduced you to a jet where you sipped Moët
When we fly by Miami, I know what it is
But I’m hopin’ that it can’t be

[Chorus]
Tired of goin’ hard for people who don’t go hard for me
And when you love somebody, the truth gets hard to see
They gon’ knock the wind out, make it hard to breathe
If I go hard for you, please go hard for me (Bitch)
Tired of goin’ hard for people who don’t go hard for me
And when you love somebody, the truth gets hard to see
They gon’ knock the wind out, make it hard to breathe
If I go hard for you, please go hard for me (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
This is not what we envisioned for ourselves and our energy
I was thinkin’ we would go all of the way
Until I got the call from you yesterday (Ayy, yeah)
Knock, knock, knock, know, here we go again
I’m wonderin’ why the fuck I ever let somebody close again
I’m noticin’ it never goes well
Bitches are the devil, tell ’em all, “Go to Hell”
You can tell I’m disappointed, I just feel defeated
You were everything I need, how come you ain’t need me?
Why the fuck did I stay when you would up and leave me?
And why’s is it so easy? (Damn)

[Bridge]
I want you to want me like I want you
Love me like I love you
Got me like I got you, if not I’m gonna haunt you
Where the fuck you goin’ now?
Don’t you turn your back on me
Yeah

[Chorus]
Tired of goin’ hard for people who don’t go hard for me
And when you love somebody, the truth gets hard to see
They gon’ knock the wind out, make it hard to breathe
If I go hard for you, please go hard for me (Bitch)
Tired of goin’ hard for people who don’t go hard for me
And when you love somebody, the truth gets hard to see
They gon’ knock the wind out, make it hard to breathe
If I go hard for you, please go hard for me (Yeah, yeah)

T9ine – Go Harder Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Jr you trippin’)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
No pain and paper, this a nigga real feelings, ayy
I mind my business, I know they ain’t fuckin’ with me, ayy
I know I’m winnin’, I don’t ever feel offended, ayy
Move to Miami, tryna start a new beginning here

[Verse 1]
Ain’t ‘posed to be speakin’ on my feelings, it’s just the [?], ayy
I’m movin’ different, where the love? I don’t be feelin’ it
This for my menaces, locked up, fightin’ sentences
Just keep it real with me, stop all that pretendin’ shit
Ain’t talkin’ bands or [?], don’t know why you mention me
Like what the business is? I’m scarred, bitch I’m healin’ still
I don’t know how to feel, I don’t know who gon’ keep it real
Can’t be nobody else, this just who I am
We ain’t built the same, now I understand
I’m just tryna live, why you interferrin’?
All block gone, like a businessman
I ain’t tryna talk, I need my advance

[Chorus]
No pain and paper, this a nigga real feelings, ayy
I mind my business, I know they ain’t fuckin’ with me, ayy
I know I’m winnin’, I don’t ever feel offended, ayy
Move to Miami, tryna start a new beginning here (New beginning here, ew beginning)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t changin’ up, I’ma play their hand
They be talkin’ down but be really fans
I know they hate to see it, so I go hard again (So I go hard again)
So I go hard again, so I go hard again
They know I’m gon’ keep it a hunnid, I still ain’t foldin’ nothin’
Trials and tribulations, I’m still learnin’ from ’em
And I’ve been road runnin’, I’ve been money huntin’
They don’t know how I’m comin’
But I just keep it comin’
I’m in the booth drinkin’ wine, I got the beat jumpin’
I’m headed to the top, got people waitin’ on me
They think I changed on ’em, bitch I’m still Tony
(Can’t be nobody else, it’s just who I am)

[Outro]
No pain and paper, this a nigga real feelings, ayy (Real feelings, ayy)
I know I’m winnin’, I don’t ever feel offended, ayy (Ever feel offended, ayy)
I ain’t changin’ up, I’ma play their hand
They be talkin’ down but be really fans
I know they hate to see it, so I go hard again (So I go hard again)

Lil Wayne – SOMETHING DIFFERENT Lyrics

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[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry
‘Cause you just a joke now, that’s brazy
I took a nap and you took your things
And I heard the doorknob, that’s brazy
I told you don’t trip, got your number blocked
And I done went ghost town, that’s brazy
Where all the bitches is at that say
That they don’t be doing all this and all that?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She tired of sleeping with bums
I can’t even blame her for wantin’ to eat cat
I been waking up in her ribs
Sometimes she tell me that losen her back, damn
Please don’t sing that nigga’s song
If you do then we can’t even kiss after that, yeah
Anytime I pull out that gat on them boys
They must think I’m finna relapse, damn, ayy
.40 cal sit on my lap, wait, don’t try to give me no dap
Keep some distance between us, we COVID-19ers
We ain’t with that sociable crap, wait
I seen some shivers get jacked, and end up making it clap

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know that you’re with your friends going brazy, down bad
‘Cause they keep asking where I’m at, damn babe
Sometimes they ask and sometimes you lie
But I bet they know now, they ain’t brazy
Sometimes it’s facts and sometimes it’s lies
But they tell you scroll down, they shady
But I ain’t gon trip ’cause your number blocked
And that shit is old now, and please say the “Baby,” wait
Where all these bitches be at
Since you let them ruin all this and all that?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Fuck it, now my new thing postin’ stories about where we went
I know you be spying all over my comments
Moved out Miami and forgot bout the Lambi’
Neighbors just called me, I said “You can have it”
Cut that girl off but I don’t do no braggin’
It wasn’t me man, it must’ve been Shaggy
She left me for dead but wanna jump in my casket
She runnin’ red, I’m gone in a napkin
My heart is still beatin’ and a nigga still need it
I’m backin’ up, look like I’m fallin’ so deep
And she pillow talk with herself, bitch you just dreamin’
And shawty just text me some shit, I ain’t read it
Until I delete it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know that she at his crib going crazy, down bad
‘Cause what we had didn’t last, damn baby
Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry
‘Cause you just a joke now, I’m brazy
I took a nap and you took your things
And I heard the doorknob, you brazy
But I ain’t gon trip, ’cause your number blocked
And that shit is old now, and please say the “Baby,” yeah

[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled]
I know that you at the crib going crazy, down bad
Looking at the ceiling fans, No Ceilings baby
That’s right, No Ceilings 3
One time for Baliar and Bumbu, let’s go

Anda Adam – Miami

featuring Dorian Popa

Te prinde bine aerul de Miami
Nu pune mana ca te frige rau, mami
Cu mare stil te-a lovit ca tsunami
Si vezi cum face show show show
Iti place, vrei din nou

Fresh cu vitamin, mai ceva ca-n filme
Pe Snap i-ar sta bine cu o poza cu mine

Imi scrie ce faci baby
Si-o poza in stilul Jay-Z
Diseara hai te astept sa vii

Pe Instagram super class, super class
Avem un story de pus cu balans

Te prinde bine aerul de Miami
Nu pune mana ca te frige rau, mami
Cu mare stil te-a lovit ca tsunami
Si vezi cum face show show oooo
Iti place, vrei din nou

[Dorian Popa:]
Nu sunt eu de vina ca-mi dai adrenalina
Si n-as vrea sa devina un subiect tabu
Tu tot imi dai tarcoale
Si-un semn de intrebare
Apare si dispare, ca un deja vu.

Pe Instagram super class, super class
Avem un story de pus cu balans

Te prinde bine aerul de Miami
Nu pune mana ca te frige rau, mami
Cu mare stil te-a lovit ca tsunami
Si vezi cum face show show oooo
Iti place vrei din nou, nou
Iti place vrei din nouuuu

Tory Lanez – Friends Become Strangers Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Fuck them other niggas, you see me all in your day shift
Money on me lookin’ like it went and got a facelift
You been trippin’, I been trippin’, still ain’t on the same shit
You still in my kitchen, arguin’ about the same shit
Who and what and why and why I don’t call you my main bitch
Everything is changin’
Friends turn to strangers, friends turn to dangers
Friends ain’t your friends if they givin’ ultimatums
Flippin’ all the pages, dip off in the Range, oh
I done been through all these stages
You just act so different now, ain’t nothin’ that amazes
Me when you be trippin’, how you speak when you be trippin’
I can see that you be slippin’, that’s tequila that you sippin’, I know
Yes, that I was trippin’, I envisioned somethin’ different from the situation
You was my bitch, not only that, you was my nigga
Got me through when all these niggas hated
You started takin’ me too serious and that’s when all this desolated (Damn)
You yourself don’t even know the full story
Why you lettin’ people escalate it?
And I know you got them people in yo’ ear
But we both know the situation, niggas hate it
Fuck all that for now, we’ll talk about it when it’s time
It feel like my lil’ baby been confiscated
Taken away from me, I was makin’ a way for us
We was trippin’ off them couples, tryna do it how they do it
We was up and she was up and I was up, we PJ flew it
It was fluent, had us movin’ like it’s water to the fluid
I’m your water, you’re the cruise, I had it movin’ how you movin’, woo
Out of mind and out of sight, I been gettin’ right
I slid with the crodies, I been on the flight
Nine bands in my pocket, .19 on my right
I been outta pocket, I had to get right
I pray to the Lord, yeah, I had to get right
Lord, please give me patience when I see them lie
I hope one day me and you see eye to eye
I hope one day me and you see eye to—
[Bridge]
We both know what happened (We)
What happened to passion
Doin’ the most and you know that it’s takin’ me back in
Hidin’ emotions and stories, but you know it don’t work

[Verse 2]
A couple things won’t ever change
The common propaganda around my name is never strange
But when does it get strange?
When you start lyin’ to your best friend ’bout us doin’ things
And hopin’ she ain’t entertain?
Or is it strange when the lovin’ come with secrets and the games?
When the world unveil your curtains and all they laughin’ at’s your pain
But does it change when we both reveal that both our mothers died?
And we still dealin’ with some pain and need someone to entertain
Or does it change when you break down in my arms and start cryin’?
And feelin’ like you alone and I tell you, “Everything’s okay”
And I know I ain’t runnin’ game, even Munchie know my aims
But will you ever know my name and not just Tory from this fame?
Will we ever talk about this? Will we ever console again?
Or will we keep on actin’ like I put you in danger and some pain?
And when you hop back in the car with me, you knew everything was safe
Pshht, please don’t let these niggas make you change
We both know what happened that night and what I did
But it ain’t what they sayin’
But when the feeling’s change, the pain start oozin’ from the heart
And start cruisin’ through the vein
Start leakin’ out your mouth when you hop on the live and talk live
It’s oozin’ through your brain, listen
We watched them animes, still granted from my player phase
Potentials of bein’ Bey and Jay, just watchin’ for my fan base
I’m just tryna get back to the days when you would hop back on the jet
Land in Miami for a span of days and stay with me
Or back when I would do the same, Atlanta plane from A to Z
And pull up in your driveway in the AMG
When four would run up out the door and you would come outside, lookin’ gracefully
And I’d step out the car and see your two arms embracin’ me
We both playin’ games with money, powers and fames
But just tell me how it changed, have your feelings rearranged?
Or deep down, are they the same? ‘Cause I just wanna reconcile with ya
Spend a while with ya, send some flowers, watch a smile hit ya
After Kellen do your hair, you send a wild picture
Then you callin’ me to come step out with ya
Type of shit I like to do, type of ways I like to move
All directions in my view, still pointin’ right to you, damn

Tory Lanez – The Most High Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Uh, stepped out on bail, I did a Diddy Bop
I had to tilt my hat at the city cop
I walk away free ’cause I’m innocent
And when I walk, the whole world know a nigga wild (He’s wildin’)
We been at the gas station, all night (All night with it)
We been at the gas station, all night (Ha)
They done had the bag waitin’, all night (Damon, we back)
Tell them that it’s lit, bitch, we on fire
Ayy, praise to the most high
Ayy, praise to the most high
Uh, sendin’ praise to the most high
Praise to the most high

[Verse 1]
Uh, devil want a nigga soul
I beat that nigga thousand times in a row
Couple weeks ago, he thought he threw his best shot
All I’m lookin’ at is Twitter playin’ “friend-or-foe”
Clout chasers need the relevancy
Hard talk come from irrelevant MC’s
None of those guys are relevant as me
Guess what that means, I’m on a whole ‘nother league
Wait, don’t stop, let’s sell another story (Ah)
What the fuck happened to rap? This isn’t for me (Ah)
Never did I ever think that I would see the day (Nah)
Rap niggas tellin’ the cops to come for me (Uh)
They tried to turn me to a cold felon (Facts)
All they helped me do is get some more millions (More facts)
All I see is, “Free Tory, free Tory” (Hahaha)
Homie, I was in Miami on the shore chillin’ (He’s wildin’)
I got a whole new chick, mean
We on the Island and she fuck me like she off a bean
I’m out in Jersey and I’m ballin’ like I’m off the team (We high)
I bought a four, it’s a Birkin or it’s all Celine
[Chorus]
Stepped out on bail, I did a Diddy Bop (I did that)
I had to tilt my hat at the city cop (That’s a fact too)
I walk away free ’cause I’m innocent (Hahaha)
And when I walk, the whole world know a nigga wild (He’s wildin’)
We been at the gas station, all night (All night with it)
We been at the gas station, all night (Ha)
They done had the bag waitin’, all night (Damon, we back)
Tell them that it’s lit, bitch we on fire
Ayy, praise to the most high
Ayy, praise to the most high
Uh, sendin’ praise to the most high
Praise to the most high

[Verse 2]
Soon as I get my masters back, they want chatter (Haha)
Now I’m independent, niggas won’t fend it (Facts)
White labels tryna turn my Black folk against me
Been sellin’ weed, that nigga don’t affect me (Ha)
Tell my trappers get the bloomin’ bags ready (Bag ready)
We finna fill ’em bitches up with mad reggie (Already)
Take ’em to the block, sell ’em at exclusive price (Haha)
And if they ask why it’s trash, at least the bag heavy (Hahaha)
Devil want a nigga soul (Facts)
I beat that nigga a thousand times in a row (Nigga, facts)
Ballin’ on a demon like a pick-and-roll (Facts)
She ugly, then I gotta hit her with the woah (This woah)
Shit up in this bitch, goin’ hard nigga (Goin’ hard, baby)
Runnin’ through these bitches like a yard, nigga (Like a yard, baby)
I’m watchin’ Complex for the talks, nigga (Woo)
‘Cause it’s an everyday struggle, fuck Mal, nigga (Nigga, fuck ’em)
I got love for ’em ’til they count me out (Uh)
Niggas mad I spun they bitches like a roundabout (Nah)
I see niggas tryna kick me when I’m down and out (I see you, baby)
But I came in here with a purpose I ain’t ’round for clout (I worked nights for this)
Uh, Illuminati trynna get me, nigga (Facts)
But I’m the one they gotta spare like a Britney, nigga (Nigga, facts)
Through the hot or cold, I will never sell my soul (Never)
And if I gotta die for that, I’m dyin’ Christian, nigga
I spent four seasons at the Four Seasons (That’s regular)
I might even flex just for no reason (Regular)
Got a penthouse in D.R. and P.R
I call it pH balance and it’s Puerto Rican (Haha)
These niggas don’t like me (They don’t like me)
I’m finna Gucci, man, and I’m so icy (Super ice, nigga)
Uh, wear these niggas out like a white tee (Ah)
My comeback rate super pricy (We checked it)
[Chorus]
Stepped out on bail, I did a Diddy Bop (I did that)
I had to tilt my hat at the city cop (That’s a fact too)
I walk away free ’cause I’m innocent (Hahaha)
And when I walk, the whole world know a nigga wild (He’s wildin’)
We been at the gas station, all night (All night with it)
We been at the gas station, all night (Ha)
They done had the bag waitin’, all night (Damon, we back)
Tell them that it’s lit, bitch we on fire
Ayy, praise to the most high
Ayy, praise to the most high
Uh, sendin’ praise to the most high
Praise to the most high

Mac Miller – Ayye Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hey, haha
I’m all grownzed up, man
Yeah, ha
Aight, look

[Verse 1]
Hey
I’m so drunk, it’s a bad idea to talk
‘Cause I ain’t makin’ any sense, I’m just here to rock
Not sleepin’, all grown up
Now the places that we go, they know us
Tell me, “Mac, it’s so good to see you blow up”
‘Cause now I be with cheese like cold cuts
And I ain’t dealin’ with a ho, got no butt
Gotta do more than chillin’, just show up
I’m just out my mind
Stay dealin’ with some girls who be out all the time
And the higher that I get on this mountain I climb
To the clouds, I’ma rise over
Balcony shine from the light of the sun
Tonight will be fun, ’cause the night is still young
And the rhyme to the drum is flowin’, an island
See the ocean when I’m chillin’, got me smilin’

[Chorus]
Like “Ayy”, tonight will be great
Walkin’ through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain’t worried ’bout money
I’ma get it then spend it, the way it’s gon’ be
And you ain’t know me if you ain’t part of the team
If you ain’t part of the team
You ain’t know me if you ain’t part of the team
Like “Ayy” (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ayy, tonight will be great
Walkin’ through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain’t worried ’bout money (Hey, hey)

[Verse 2]
Too many people always thought I wouldn’t ever do shit
I’m ruinin’ my life and I’ll never get rich
Forever I’m this, never goin’ back
Don’t fade to black, I’ma stain the map
Yeah, I’m changin’ rap and my name is Mac
Trust me, then I’m ready when the cameras flash
‘Cause the boy got presents like Santa’s bag
Travel everywhere, homie, Alabama and back
My fans in the back in the stand and they clap
Give me love all day so I’m handin’ it back
They believe, so they family
I’m ready right now, kinda antsy
And I don’t got nothin’ like a plan B
Just go and cop a crib in Miami
Get a Grammy and a Oscar
‘Cause mother always said, “Act proper,” hey

[Chorus]
Ayy (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ayy, tonight will be great
Walkin’ through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain’t worried ’bout money

Charli XCX – Ride Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
You know I need the windows rolled down
Hundred miles, tires screech
Burnin’ rubber, limousine off the chain
I go for 24 hour, neon pink, bring the heat
‘Bout to swerve-a-swerve right through your lane

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like we’re on the same wave
It’s like we’re on the same wave, now
We ’bout to go Miami
It’s like we’re on the same wave, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride (Shh)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride (Shh)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride (Right now), drugs in the ride (Right now)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride (Right now), drugs in the ride (Right now)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride (I wanna)

[Verse 2]
Foot on the gas
Squeezin’ on it like juice
Pedal pusher, sippin’ on lemonade
Kaleidoscope, traffic light
All I see is red and blues
Guess we got a couple friends on the way

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like we’re on the same wave
It’s like we’re on the same wave, now
We ’bout to go Miami
It’s like we’re on the same wave, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride (Right now), drugs in the ride (Right now)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride (I wanna, yeah)

Juice WRLD – Starstruck lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Eyes lock

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Mark Hoppus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and I’m starstruck
You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost?
When you’re down, when you’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t treat you like the rest of them guys, oh

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I’m off the Percs, you don’t condone it
You say it makes me act atrocious
But I can’t stand life when I’m sober
Take my heart, I’ll hand it over
Six months in, it gets colder
I don’t want us to be over
Let’s make love ’til we die
And let’s fuck until we slump over

[Bridge 1: Juice WRLD]
Be my first, I know that you hate to see me bleed
I don’t deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything
It feels like I’m not enough, ‘nough, ‘nough, no
This a conversation, not a love song

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Mark Hoppus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and I’m starstruck
You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost?
When you’re down, when you’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t treat you like the rest of them guys, oh

[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]
Everything that’s wrong with me, is everything that’s wrong with you
You threw the blade, I caught the knife
I’m right back in your room tonight
Reflections in the broken glass
No, I can’t fix your broken past
Count my blessings, close my eyes
I’m right back in your room tonight (Oh)
I can’t escape your shadow (Oh)
I can’t forget what we don’t know (Oh)
Your love is a sentence to death row
And you’ve got a seat in the front row (Oh)
Hold me close but you’re cold as ice (Oh)
Watch me choke on every line (Oh)
And it feels like Hell tonight, it feels like Hell

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Mark Hoppus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and I’m starstruck
You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost?
When you’re down, when you’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t treat you like the rest of them guys, oh

[Bridge 2: Juice WRLD]
We met in a Twilight Zone
I fall apart but she keep me whole
We met on the West Coast
But I still see Miami in your soul

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Mark Hoppus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and I’m starstruck
You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost?
When you’re down, when you’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t treat you like the rest of them guys, oh

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
I’m here to serve a purpose
Girl, I know I ain’t picture perfect
One more thing I know for certain
If you leave, I’ll close the curtains

Third World Don – Ray Charles Lyrics

[Chorus: Third World Don]

Talk behind your back but they smile up in your face now
Say that they your dog when they always acting fake now
Wanna see you f**ked up
They wanna see you lay down…
They Wanna see you lay down

Say they show you love when they know that it was Fake now
Moving so much drugs from Miami up to
A-Town
I just got the plug so I get it on the face now
Yea I get it on the face now

Say they wanna see me locked up just like I was Akon
But I can’t see these niggas thru my shades
Like I was Ray Charles
Now I’m finna blow up in this bitch like it was napalm
Put on for my city bitch you know I’m from Jamaica

Talk behind your back but they smile up in your face now
Say that they your dog when they always acting fake now
Wanna see you f**ked up
They wanna see you lay down
They wanna see you lay down…

[Verse 1: Third World Don]

I got broads in Atlanta
Mixing codene in the Fanta
Credit cards for the scammers
Hope they don’t catch you on camera
Cop told me step out the rental
Plus I just left Sacramento
Hope they don’t search in the trunk
Hope they don’t check in the panel
If they ever knew what we was doing
We would all be sitting in the slammer
If it wasn’t me and it was you I know for sure
You Niggas woulda panicked
We the Realest on the planet
Really seen a Nigga clapping
Oh what happened to that boy
We just seen him in the alley
Blood stains in the street
3 sheets bed time
Free Meech from the fed time
Chief keef with my dreads down
If She a freak Imma lay it down
Skeet skeet like I’m lil John
Feel like puff back in 99
In the club
You can hate now
I got so much on my plate now
I got so much shit at stake now
Haters wanna see me face down
Tryna Do me like trayvon
Take a second just to pray for em
Stay protected like its State Farm
Even though I see the fake ones
I just put my game face on

[Chorus: Third World Don]

Talk behind your back but they smile up in your face now
Say that they your dog when they always acting fake now
Wanna see you f**ked up
They wanna see you lay down…
They Wanna see you lay down

Say they show you love when they know that it was Fake now
Moving so much drugs from Miami up to
A-Town
I just got the plug so I get it on the face now
Yea I get it on the face now

Say they wanna see me locked up just like I was Akon
But I can’t see these niggas thru my shades
Like I was Ray Charles
Now I’m finna blow up in this bitch like it was napalm
Put on for my city bitch you know I’m from Jamaica