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Nena – Wind Lyrics

Hurra Hurra der Wind ist da
Der Wind ist wieder da
Er pustet durch dein Haar
Er pustet durch dein Haar

Leg dich in den Wind
Spiel mit dem Himmelskind
Von Kind zu Kind
Von Hier nach Da
Der Wind ist da

Leg Dich in den Wind
Du schönes Himmelskind
Spiel mit dem Wind
Du Himmelskind

Der Wind – der Wind
Das himmlische Kind

Hurra Hurra der Wind ist da
Der Wind ist wieder da
Er pustet durch dein Haar
Er pustet durch dein Haar

Der Wind der kommt
Der Wind der geht
So wie er will
Er liebt das Spiel

Wir fliegen und toben
Von Unten nach Oben
Der Wind ist gern stürmisch
Der Wind bläst gern sanft
Umarmt mich
Und hält mich
Trägt mich
Fliegt mit mir und den Wolken

Hurra Hurra der Wind ist da
Der Wind ist wieder da
Er pustet durch dein Haar
Er pustet durch dein Haar

Hurra Hurra der Wind ist da
Der Wind ist wieder da
Er pustet durch dein Haar
Er pustet durch dein Haar

Leg dich in den Wind
Spiel mit dem Himmelskind
Du bist der Wind
Du himmlisches Kind

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Jon Pardi – Beer Light Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain't in the mood for whiskey
Her leavin' burned enough
Don't need to get nothin' in me
That'll get me all messed up
Sometimes she still hits me
But I've made it through the worst
These days I take the edge off
Her memory and my thirst

[Chorus]
With light beer in a cold can
Right here in my right hand
I don't lean on the hard stuff
To forget about what was
When I start thinkin' bout the past
Nothin' gets me past it like
Sittin' right here sippin'
Light beer 'neath an old beer light

[Verse 2]
Me and that bartender
Are on a first name basis now
He's seen me on a few benders
Since you ain't been around

But lately those days are over
I'm no longer fallin' apart
I can stay mostly sober
Fill up the cracks in this heart
[Chorus]
With light beer in a cold can
Right here in my right hand
I don't lean on the hard stuff
To forget about what was
When I start thinkin' bout the past
Nothin' gets me past it like
Sittin' right here sippin'
Light beer 'neath an old beer light

[Outro]
When I start thinkin' bout the past
Nothin' gets me past it like
Sittin' right here sippin'
Light beer 'neath an old beer light
Sittin' right here sippin'
Light beer 'neath an old beer light

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Breakerz – NO SEX NO LIFE Lyrics

Yokubou ni bokashi kake te mo shouga nai
Riaru na kimochi inpei nante
Bokura ha animaru inochi no itonami
Doyou no yoru ha anan aei de
Konoyo ni ningen ga iru no ha dakiatta kazu no kotae

NO SEX NO LIFE
Shiboridashi te
NO SEX NO LIFE
Koshi dake futte

Motsu beki mono ha furu ni riyou shiyou
Ima no uchi da ze kairaku ouka SHOW
Kimi no daisuki na ano hito mo imagoro dare ka to shiteru

NO SEX NO LIFE
Motto name te
NO SEX NO LIFE
Koe ga de chaun da

Motto motto aishi te hoshii nara
Dare yori mo aishi te kure
Kokoro dake tsunaga re tai nara
Kare te kara demo maniau sa

NO SEX NO LIFE
Nan kai demo
NO SEX NO LIFE
Ika se te hoshiin da
Motto motto aishiaeru nara
Dare yori mo aishi te yaro u
Jounetsu to shintai hageshiku butsuke atte
Motto motto dakiae ba ii sa
Kore mo ai no katachi daro u
Ore tachi ga fukaku musuba reru
Saikou no seimei no rekurieishon
NO SEX NO LIFE

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Potter Payper – When I Was Little Lyrics

[Hook]
When I was little I weren’t scared of the Boogeyman
I was scared of scumbag police in a bully van
Hitting robberies on Ilford Lane where the hookers hang
Tryna get those kicks Nanny said that I couldn’t have
When I was little fam I never respected my teachers
I respected olders, badness and dealers
Mopeds, 110’s, Avi’s and Beemas
On my pushbike, up and down in my FILA’s
When I was little fam I never knew I was poor
We was on the block licked, four ways on a draw
One pound chicken and chips, you couldn’t want any more
You can’t miss it if you ain’t had it or never seen it before
When I was little fam I never got attention from girls
Little Viper wears that trackie every day and he smells
Ain’t been home for like a week, I’m like eleven or twelve
It was a couple years later when they sent me to jail
When I was little we used to do all-nighters
On the 25 bus to see the West End lights
Not a pound in my pocket but I miss them times
Cah we were just some hungry little kids them times
When I was little, a judge sent me Feltham for the summertime
It made me worse, I came out and got a gun and line
And since then I’ve been in and out a hundred times
When I was little, shit I thought friends last forever
But I’ve seen ’em come and go, it only made me better
And seeing my success probably only made them bitter
I learned from my mistakes and it only made me clever

When I was little I used to put my friends before my family
I wish it could go back to just my sisters and my Nan and me
Been a good kid, it weren’t college or home-school
Instead she was writing me letters, sending me postals
Or I’m in the crackhouse and they’re shooting up snowballs
I come home to shower and get a million phone calls
Blisters on my heels, I’ve been hitting ’em all night
Stressing out Nanny, she don’t know if I’m alright
When I was little, I don’t think I was afraid of the dark
My Mum’s boyfriend used to beat her, I’ve got shame in my heart
Just thinking back, I wish I put my blade in his neck
Instead I stayed out late in the park
When I was little, I didn’t wanna be no doctor
I wanted a fed chase from the helicopter
I wanted to turn this Q into an OZ
I wanted to ride R6’s like Pedro and Aubrey
When I was little, it was all Skepta and Ghetto
And Stryder, cah I’m a top boy on a level
Then it was Joe Black, Margs and a million pebbles
Hit jail, hit road, then it’s back to the schedule
When I was little, I never thought I’d blow like this
Get dough like this
Put my pain on the beat and touch souls like this
How’d it go like this?
I’ve got a bad bitch with me just to roll my spliff
When I was little, I never thought I’d blow like this
Get dough like this
Put my pain on the beat and touch souls like this

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Ratones Paranoicos – Zona Roja Lyrics

Lo que quiero saber
Es su nombre
Desesperado por ver
Si es un once

Cuando se empieza a mover
Si no es hombre me da igual

Sus piernas son de mujer
Me dan hambre
También me muero de sed
Es un ángel

Cuando se empieza a mover

Si no es hombre me da igual

Bailando en su habitación
Ahora se donde estoy

Me acerco y trato de ver
Si es un hombre
La boca ayer te rape
Me confunde

Cuando se empieza a mover
Si no es hombre me da igual

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Attaque 77 – Callejero Lyrics

Era callejero por derecho propio
Su filosofía de la libertad
Fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros
Y sobre los otros no pasar jamas
Aunque fue de todos nunca tuvo un dueño
Que condicionara su razón de ser
Libre como el viento era nuestro perro
Nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer
Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas
Fiel a su destino y a su parecer
Sin tener horario para hacer la siesta
Y rendirle cuantas al amanecer
Era nuestro perro y era la ternura
Que nos hace falta cada día mas
Era una metáfora de la aventura
Que en el diccionario no se puede hallar
Era nuestro perro por que lo que amamos

Lo consideramos nuestra propiedad
Y era de los niños y del viejo Pablo
A quien rescataba de su soledad
Era un callejero y era el personaje
De la puerta abierta en cualquier hogar
Era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje
El sereno, el cura y todos los demás
Era el callejero de las cosas bellas
Y se fue con ellas cuando se marcho
Se bebió de golpe todas las estrellas
Se quedo dormido y ya no despertó
Nos dejo el espacio como testamento
Lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emoción
Vaga su recuerdo por mis sentimientos
Para derramarlos en esta canción

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Ben&ben – ‘di Ka Sayang Lyrics

Kahit di mo sinasabi
Ramdam ko ang pagkukunwari
Akala’y masaya
O parang may lungkot sa tawa
Bigat ng mga katanungang
Dumadagan sa iyong isipan
Di kailangan na buhating mag-isa

Di ka sayang, di kailangan manghinayang
Di ka sayang, di kailangang patunayan
Sarili ay mahalaga, kahit pa anong tingin nila
Tanggap kita

Itapon na sa kalawakan
Sanlibong bakit na di matuldukan
Di kailangan na buhating mag-isa

Di ka sayang, di kailangan manghinayang
Di ka sayang, di kailangang patunayan

Sarili ay mahalaga, kahit pa anong tingin nila
Tanggap kita

At kahit talikuran ka nila
Tanggap kita, bitawan na ang iyong pangangamba
Di pa huli para humilom
Ang mga sugat ng iyong nakaraan
Di kita iiwan

Di ka sayang, di kailangang manghinayang
Di ka kulang, di kailangang patunayan
Sarili ay mahalaga, kahit pa anong tingin nila
Tanggap kita
Tanggap kita
Sarili ay mahalaga, kahit pa anong tingin nila
Tanggap kita
Tanggap kita, tanggap kita, tanggap kita

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Armin Van Buuren – Feel Something Lyrics (feat. Duncan Laurence)

It’s right here in the bed
No, lights won’t turn it off
Won’t let me sleep just yet
I know, I know

It’s right here in the shower
Water won’t take it off
Don’t wanna leave just yet
I know, I know

And ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Pain is what happens with leftover love
And it’s right here, right here
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Rip my heart out in the fall out
Killing me right now but I
I’d rather feel something than be numb
I’d rather feel something

Run right through it, right into it
Know it ain’t easy but I
I’d rather feel something than be numb
I’d rather feel something

I’d rather feel something
I’d rather feel something

It’s right there in the car

Next to me on the seat
Riding with me in the streets
I go, I go

And ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Pain is what happens with leftover love
And it’s right here, right here, yeah

Rip my heart out in the fall out
Killing me right now but I
I’d rather feel something than be numb
I’d rather feel something

Run right through it, right into it
Know it ain’t easy but I
I’d rather feel something than be numb
I’d rather feel something

I’d rather feel something
I’d rather feel something

Rip my heart out in the fall out
Killing me right now but I
I’d rather feel something than be numb
I’d rather feel something

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Abra Cadabra – Spin This Coupe Lyrics

Grr
Bap bap bap
You know
O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillas 10 times
You know
f*ck the other side
O
(Gang)
Grr
Grr
Grrrr
Bap bap bap

Mandem told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy
Hop out man, beat that
See the opp block strip man sweep that
Smooth criminal
Charntay says she’s wanting more
I’ma go make an opp boy bleed
Don’t worry I’ma be back
Charntay bendin’ over so I lean back, beat that
Gangstas to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice, ’til we tek mans life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
We don’t care, we just slap these 9’s (Woosh)
Thеy all stress, come back and I’m bettеr than ever
And this time I’m poppin’ off on them whenever the weather
Straight winners, no L’s, jus’ me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go gettas
They ain’t sho like me
They ain’t sho like me
Big guns, they ain’t got no poles like we
[?]
He don’t grab the smoke like me
Kush, spin the wheel lemme toast that yute

Spin on the opps, that’s the usual
Nobody cares what we used to do
They couldn’t even tell you what they used to do
Cah what they used to do is what they do now
Like come to the block get (Baow)
Run down, sun’s out, guns out
T got in now you gotta run now
9 millimetre get tump out
If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout
You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out
Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out

Ay spin this coupe
To the left, to the left, to the right
Still ain’t seen a nigga in sight

Last time that I saw that block with my eyes
I had to angle my arm, slapping out carbine
4 opp blocks doing up purging, lurking
If you saw anyone on them blocks
There it’s curtains
Swing that, dig it and turn it
Rise that suttin’ and burst him
Squeeze and lean with this yute and everybody
You don’t want see with a gun
The samurai, ching that, make him bleed on it
I can never see a opp boy not deal with it
We don’t do no rap cap
We make waps slap
If he’s an opp man steamin’ him
Billin’ up a nigga, come we put some teeth in him
With the broom and sweepin’ him

Mandem told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see a opp boy
Hop out man, beat that
See the opp block strip man sweep that
Smooth criminal
Charntay says she’s wanting more
I’ma go make an opp boy bleed
Don’t worry I’ma be back
Charntay bendin’ over so I lean back, beat that
Gangstas to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice, ’til we tek mans life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
We don’t care, we just slap these 9’s
They all stress, come back and I’m better than ever
And this time I’m poppin’ off on them whenever the weather
Straight winners, no L’s, jus’ me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go gettas

Like come to the block get (Baow)
Run down, sun’s out, guns out
T got in now you gotta run now
9 millimetre get tump out
If he’s just another nigga tryna get clout
You don’t need a gunshot, you can get a mac tump out
Them man a likkle man, we ain’t gotta bring guns out

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Damian Marley – Move! Lyrics

Uh, uh-Huh
Hmmm…..

[Verse 1]
Babylon position the queen and set the pawn
And start transform like Deceptacon
Anytime delegates have a discrepence
Well a bare tension with some long weapons
Night vision upon the attack mission
Colaliton of folly-ticians get switch on
If you look in the face of the newly born
The newly born face malnutrition
Suspicion to what is them ambition
Total destruction start to ignition
And the world still a fight over religion
Everyone have a right to a decision
Superstition the people reflect upon, something nuh right
I man suspect a con

Cause them lost inna darkness beyond
And none shall escape except the ones, who
Exodus with no question,
Better put on your khaki uniform
If you-a’ driver, leave unnu engine on
If you-a’ rider jump pon a unicorn
Lace your shoes if you a pedestrian
Run for the border like a Mexican
Underarm smell green like a Leprechaun
Survival of Jah people

[Chorus]
Exodus…movement of Jah people

[Verse 2]
Boom!
Chicken merry, Hawk is near
Tell them beware, but them still won’t hear
Life is a road so you drive with care
Tire can’t bust cause you got no spare
Whole-heap of lust in your atmosphere
Step pon di gas and you start draw gear
Dis Rastafari you do not dare

Some don’t share and then that’s not fair
Make a move, before they make a move and you
Making moves and still move and go thru
Moving things weh you not supposed to move
Watch your move and where you moving to
Who you move with, you move with you crew

Move some fool from up off the avenue
Move a pound and boost your revenue
Move uptown and overlook the view
Move around and get from one to two
Make a wrong move in the game you lose
I stand up and I refuse to move
Substance weh mi know mi nah go use
Metric measurement mi nah go choose
Moving on and you still need a clue
Car keys are the only keys wi’ move
Moving on…Lord!

[Chorus Repeats]

[Verse 3]
Boom!
Music, business as usual
Mi’ spliff and Guiness as usual
Royal and muffin as usual
Highgrade we puffin as usual
Fight down the system as usual
The system fight we down as usual
The cops dem a watch we as usual
And a we a watch the cops as usual
No strap would be unusual
Roll wid it inna we lap as usual
Always ready fi clap as usual
Rastaman deh pon top as usual
Standard never drop as usual
Man-a’ cream of the crop as usual
Run right ’round the clock as usual
Movement non-stop as usual

[Chorus Repeats]

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Sheff G – Lights On Lyrics

Ah, woo
I know they cheated on me
Look (Great John on the beat by the way)
I know they cheat on a nigga

Look, turn the lights on (That’s shooter gang)
Shooter gang in the buildin’, huh (Shooter, shooter, that’s shooter gang)
A hunnid straps, how you feelin’? (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang)
We came to, woah, we came to, uh, look (That’s shooter gang, shooter, shooter, that’s shooter gang)
‘Cause we came to send this bitch up (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang)
It’s me, Sheff G, I’m the realest, it’s f*ck how you feelin’, nigga
It’s me, Sheff G, keep your distance, the gang ain’t too friendly, nigga
Can’t breathe (Huh), bitches flockin’, can’t wait ’til they meet a nigga, huh, look
Shawty wildin’, she know how to treat a nigga

They lovin’ my style, they see me and they get to Wild’ n Out, huh, huh
They never loved me then, I got rich and they love me now, huh
Anybody wanna get it, f*ck that (Ah, woo)
You get hit, you standin’ with it
I got thirty rounds for any nigga, huh
You ain’t get it, why you been in the streets? (Why you been in the streets?)
Look, get to the money, man, you know that I gotta get to the breesh (Breesh)
We eat good (Good), feast (Feast)
Get to the money, man, you know that I gotta get to the breesh (Breesh)

Huh, and we eat good (Way too hard)
She gon’ dance, make it bounce, with no hands
She get litty, huh, Winner’s Circle in yo’ city, huh
Get to sprayin’, no graffiti, huh (Ayy, ayy, huh)
Look, count all your blessings, huh, look
Gang with me, huh, got all the weapons
Racin’ forward, push on the gas like I’m racin’ forward, ayy, ayy
Racin’ forward, push on the gas like I’m racin’ forward (Ayy, ayy)
I got the bag, I was waitin’ on it, uh, uh, waitin’ for it
I got the bag, I was waitin’ for it
These niggas mad, waitin’ on it
Tell them niggas

Turn the lights on (That’s shooter gang)
Shooter gang in the buildin’, yeah (Shooter, shooter, that’s shooter gang)
A hunnid straps, how you feelin’? (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang)
We came to, uh, we came to, uh, look (That’s shooter gang, shooter, shooter, that’s shooter gang)
‘Cause we came to send this bitch up (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang)
It’s me, Sheff G, I’m the realest, it’s f*ck how you feelin’, nigga
It’s me, Sheff G, keep your distance, the gang ain’t too friendly, nigga
Can’t breathe (Yeah), bitches flockin’, can’t wait ’til they meet a nigga, huh, look
Shawty wildin’, she know how to treat a nigga

She know how to treat a nigga
She know how to treat a nigga

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Run The Jewels – No Save Point Lyrics

[Intro]
R-T-motherf*ckin’-J
R-T-J
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh, hey!
Ayy (Hey! Oh)
Ayy (Oh, hey! Oh)
Ayy

[Verse 1: El-P]
I swallow all my drugs ’til the pain is unplugged
When the laws of entropy touch, you better dread the judge
Wiser men than us been crushed to fine dust
When the fortune cookie tell me I’m f*cked, I just shrug
A note like a broken electrical pulse hum
For the done, for the scum of the circuitry on the run
Haven’t seen thе sun with the naked eyе much
So the neon is my God and it shine on the numb
Hop off of the bike, gun cocked, okay, ready
Work ain’t been too steady, I’m headed for something heavy
If you got the credits, I’ll pull the crime of the century
Morality’s only a memory, when belly’s empty
Swine get they hive mind focused on taking mine
Get in line, swine, you won’t deny me my piece of pie
Any f*cker in this broke future that they designed
Don’t comply? I’ll supply you deletion, the end is nigh

[Bridge: Killer Mike]
Hey! Oh, oh, hey! Oh

(Run the Jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels)

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I used to pray to God but I think he took a vacation
‘Cause now the state of Cali is ran by these corporations
The skyscrapers shadow the homeless, the population
The degradation they face, it should be an abomination
They body parts is stolen, the souls of the rich is patient
And we the mercenaries at war with the active agents
The legislators that work for the sadists that kill the babies
The guy hit the back of a bullet riddled Mercedes (‘Cedes)
Just to serve (Serve), murdered them and that’s your fur (Fur)
Hit pump of herb (Herb), then my brain exit the Earth (Earth)
That’s righteous huh? (Huh), slapping palm, holding a pump
Keanu Reeves, cyber arm under my sleeve (Sleeve)
I blast them all, watch them fall like autumn leaves
Dammit, I can’t leave, Night City keep calling me
God dammit, I’m a G, and this f*ck shit is all it need
Life a f*cking bitch, but this bitch ain’t divorcing me

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Morgenshtern – Watafuk?! Lyrics (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro:]
Хэй, хэй, хэй, oh yeah!
Хэй, okay, хэй, хэй (oh, yeah!)
Слава, что ты сделал?
Yeah, Lil Pump, Jetski (ha-ha)
Хэй, е, е, сука, гр-р-я

[MORGENSHTERN:]
What the f*ck, bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Хэй)
Oh my god, baby, на мне booty bag (Р-ра)
Gucci-тапки, цепи, золото, халат (Ту-ту-ту-ту)
Еду в ад, выдуваю, еду в ад (Е)
What the f*ck, bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Р-ра)
Oh my god, baby, на мне booty bag (Р-ра)
Gucci-тапки, цепи, золото, халат (Е)
Еду в ад, выдуваю, еду в ад (Ту-ту-ту-ту)

Я 2Pac, bitch, я молодой – легенда (Эй)
Катится на сцену самый новый белый мерин (Р-ра)
Кинул суку — поебала мои нервы (f*ck yeah)
Ты не понял, сука, папа самый первый (А)
Два мяча (А), жопа, будто два мяча (У-у)
Папа одичал, будто тигр зарычал (Р-р-р)
Я хозяин дела, суку пригласил на чай (На чай)
Эти хейтеры пищат, но я не замечал (Не)
Мы на block (Block), сука, на мне Glock (Glock, wooh)
Цепи — лёд (Лёд), дым на потолок (–Лок)
Называй меня Володя и плати налог (Плати)
Заберу твоё, заберу, да, bitch
Are you dumb-dumb, ron-dan-dan-danda
Со мной восток — называй это банда
На мне бандана, забрал твою даму
Ха-ха-ха-ха, она зовёт меня странным (Okay)

[Lil Pump:]
White wrist flooded with them Audemars baguettes (Yeah)
f*cked that bitch, sent her home in the jet (Uh, ew)
AK-47 make him do the chicken head (Fa-fa-fa-fa, uh)
Shot him in the stomach, but I hit him in the leg (Hoo, bow)
Slit wrist bitch (Uh), meet my skeet (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got a couple hollows, I’ma go knock off a zit (Brr-brr-brr-brr)
Gang, he been off the H, he gon’ shoot you in the face

Gang, he been off the 30’s for like twenty days (Ooh)
Two million in the jewelry (Uh), wrist look like [-] McFlurry (Ooh)
I been sellin’ white girls in the corner like a prostitute (Ayy, ayy)
I been takin’ drugs from my grandma kitchen table (What?)
F&N put a hole in him like a bagel (Like boom)
Four in the mornin’, I’m servin’ crackheads (Ooh)
Brought a vector to the party, ooh, it’s a code red
With this RPG (Bam), I’ma go blow up your moped (Bow)
With this MP5, I’ma leave his ass with one leg (Grrah! Like)

[MORGENSHTERN:]
What the f*ck, bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Хэй)
Oh my god, baby, на мне booty bag (Р-ра)
Gucci-тапки, цепи, золото, халат (Ту-ту-ту-ту)
Еду в ад, выдуваю, еду в ад (yeah!)
What the f*ck, bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Р-ра)
Oh my god, baby, на мне booty bag (Esketit)
Gucci-тапки, цепи, золото, халат (Е)
Еду в ад, выдуваю, еду в ад (Ту-ту-ту-ту, brr!)

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Ynw Bslime – Nightmares Lyrics (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: YNW BSlime]
(Banger)
So, like I was saying
I lost both of my brothers to gun violence
Long live Sak, long live Juvy
It’s a Young Nigga World
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
YNW is a family, just thought I’d tell y’all thought
Free my brothers, free Melly, free Bort, you already know how that go
Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Wave, YNW family
Long live the soldiers that are up in heaven right now
Let’s get right into the song

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
I can’t find myself no more, I don’t know who I am
Pray to God for my soul to replenish
On my way to the top, hope I can finish
Been hiding from my nightmares, hard to sleep in my bed
So much crazy thoughts in my brain
I’m too young to be this stressed

[Verse 1: YNW BSlime]
Would never thought it would come down to this right here
How can my brothers [?] be the reason he dissapear
This had me blown, this had me blown
I can’t even let my mind be gone
My heart is filled with pain, feel like I’m going insane
‘Posed to be sunshine, but instead came the rain
Don’t wanna see no more, be in court no more
Don’t want Securus visits or a jail call no more
Can’t control my emotions, I can’t take it
They keep on playing with all this pain, I embrace it
Taking my love and keep erasing it
Poking holes in me like I am plastic

[Chorus: YNW BSlime & Trippie Redd]
I can’t find myself no more, I don’t know who I am
Pray to God for my soul to replenish
On my way to the top, hope I can finish
Been hiding from my nightmares, hard to sleep in my bed
So much crazy thoughts in my brain
I’m too young to be this stressed (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Free my brother Melly, know we miss him
Chopper bullets hit them
p*ssy talking down and be a victim
Hundred round drum on the fully, I’ma split them
p*ssy talk down on the gang, it blit him
That was since a jit since
Get to shooting shit up like 2K
Bitch, I’m too paid, every day another payday
Hit my brothers up on the JPay
Show ’em that we lit, nigga, every day
Stunting backwoods to the face
Get to shaking shit up, let it break like a f*cking vase
When it’s up, bitch, it’s up, let the choppers spray like everywhere
And enough is enough ‘fore I get to f*cking spraying K’s (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Free Melly and Melvin, bitch, I scream that shit like every day

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
I can’t find myself no more, I don’t know who I am
Pray to God for my soul to replenish
On my way to the top, hope I can finish
Been hiding from my nightmares, hard to sleep in my bed
So much crazy thoughts in my brain
I’m too young to be this stressed

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Loski & Stormzy – Flavour Lyrics

[Intro]
(Steel Banglez)

[Chorus: Loski]
Okay miss what's you’re flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours

[Verse 1: Stormzy, Loski]
Okay miss what's you’re flavour?
I can't really focus since you popped up on my radar
All those dirty texts you were sending on my iphone
I might have to punish you for all that misbehaviour (flavour)
Yo little miss, what's the chances niggas get excited when you see the way she dances
Told her don't compare me to these guys, I am the king here
All these little rappers spending all of their advances (shape)
Yo pretty woman, what's your game like?
Pull up to your crib, and then I fix you like a break light
I can your boyfriend doesn't give you what you ask for
You can write a little list of things that I should make right (shape right)
Ay Stormz, she look better without makeup
That's just my opinion
Cute little slim ting
You know that I'm the in ting
Both of us are win-win
Throw it or a quinting
Save it for later, aya
[Chorus: Loski, Stormzy]
Okay miss what’s you’re flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what’s you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours

[Verse 2: Loski, Stormzy]
Ooh baby tell me what's the drama?
Kisses on your neck a bit of Louis, bit of Prada
Late-night joking, giving it the haha
Rocking with a g, b I grew up in the gaza wagwan
They are out of tune and I love that
Out in the games if you leave you can’t come back
Texting on her iPhone, true say that I like hoes
I'll be like "slow down baby no palava" uh uh
Ooh baby tell me what's the drama?
Saw her get excited when she found out I'm from Ghana?
I can't really figure out her flavour but she's fruity

Do it like I'm belly squad and give her the banana (ana)
Tell me little miss, how's you're day been?
Sorry I don't answer any questions what's he dreaming?
I could be the sweet boy, street boy, punching out his teeth boy
And everybody love me like I'm Raymond
(Cold)
[Chorus: Loski, Stormzy]
Okay miss what's you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours

[Verse 3: Loski, Stormzy]
Now I'm with the stars it's like constellation
If I put your name in my songs you'll be famous
When I'm not around you just put me onto your playlist
Bankroll baby I ball like the Lakers
Champagne faded smoking on not flavours
I got haters f*ck it I get paper
Word to [J Cole] she a hoe I can't save her
Keep switching beats but really the drill saviour later
Can't talk now baby later
From 13 with the hunnas like major
It's, bummy cah it got what I asked for
Tell em do you love me do you put me in your prayer? (ayer)
And ooh girl tell me would you pray for me safe for me
Had a really really long day bill a J for me
I need my lady and my plug look
Stiff chocolate I'm still the flavour of the month (sure)
[Chorus: Loski, Stormzy]
Okay miss what's you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's your flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours

[Outro: Loski]
Okay miss what's you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Okay miss what's you're flavour?
Do me a favour
Do not do me any favours
Steel Banglez