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Eros Ramazzotti – Buonamore Lyrics

Buon amore te lo dico adesso
Che sei cresciuta forse troppo presto
Ora che la vita ti passa già attraverso
Come un raggio di sole sopra un vetro riflesso

Buon amore te lo dico ancora
Con il fiato con il cuore in gola
E dovrai imparare a difenderti anche da sola
Perché ogni giorno per te sarà una nuova aurora

Ma se
Avrai bisogno a volte ancora un po’ di me
Io ci sarò
Per tutte quelle volte che cadrai guardando il cielo
E non saprai più cosa è falso e cosa è vero

Ti vorrei proteggere dal mondo
Anche se non posso e forse anche non è giusto
Lo so che adesso è ora e devi andare
Ma vorrei dirti di restare ancora un po’
Un po’ con me

Ma se
Avrai bisogno a volte ancora un po’ di me
Io ci sarò

Per tutte quelle volte che cadrai guardando il cielo
E non saprai più cosa è falso e cosa è vero

E vorrei insegnarti a respirare
Tutto d’un fiato senza paura la felicità
A non sprecarne neanche solo un istante
Perché so che come viene dopo va

Ma se
Avrai bisogno a volte ancora un po’ di me
Io ci sarò
Per tutte quelle volte che cadrai
Guardando il cielo
E non saprai più a cosa credere davvero

Ricordati che
Se avrai bisogno di parlare un po’ con me
Io ci sarò
Anche quando tu da sola vorrai sfidare il mondo intero
E mi ricordi così tanto quel che ero

Buon amore a te
Buon amore per te
Buon amore a te
Buon amore
Buon amore te lo dico adesso

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After Crying – Leltar Lyrics

Magamban bíztam eleitől fogva –
Ha semmije sincs, nem is kerül sokba
Ez az embernek. Semmiképp se többe
Mint az állatnak, mely elhull örökre
Ha féltem is, a helyemet megálltam –
Születtem, elvegyültem és kiváltam
Meg is fizettem, kinek ahogy mérte
Ki ingyen adott, azt szerettem érte
Asszony ha játszott velem hitegetve:
Hittem igazán – hadd teljen a kedve!

Sikáltam hajót, rántottam az ampát
Okos urak közt játszottam a bambát
Árultam forgót, kenyeret és könyvet
Újságot, verset – mikor mi volt könnyebb
Nem dicső harcban, nem szelíd kötélen
De ágyban végzem, néha ezt remélem
Akárhogyan lesz, immár kész a leltár
Éltem – és ebbe más is belehalt már

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Jugga The Bully – Feel Me Lyrics

[HOOK]
To my folk in the front (raise it up raise it up)
Flick ya lighters spark the blunts (blaze it up blaze it up)
Aye gull! Pop that trunk (shake it up shake it up)
I know ya’ll Feel Me don’t front (make it crunk make it crunk)

JUGZ put ya body where it’s hard-to-smell…cover up ya scent when I spark-the-el
Punk don’t front it ain’t hard-to-tell…ya’ll can’t win like Gargamel
How you go’n shine if it’s dark-as-hell? Believe it’s hot if it comes-from-me
COPS can’t take my guns-from-me….fukk ya’ll record company!!
All ya’ll songs sound dumb-to-me….flossed out rappers just bums-to-me
Ya’ll don’t really want none-of-me….nigga this Atlantis we under-sea
Run-from-me…make-some-tracks…before I get mad and break-some-backs
Where the fake-ones-at? I hate-them-cats…ya’ll just wack–face-them-facts
If you got problems? Blaze-them-gats…The BULLY been phat since the page-in-the-back
Of BLAZE MAGAZINE…spit so ill…even deejays catch AIDS-from-the-wax
You hate-on-the-raps…but quote-the-rhymes…in the meantime? I’m strokin’-dimes
Everywhere I go: tote-the-nine–you cuss from behind like I broke-in-line
Don’t nobody flow dope-as-mine…even Ku Klux got open-minds
Shit-I-spit’s-combustible…chicks-I-hit-caught-multiples
Trick-my-click-got-local-pull…the flow you sweat? Got-that-locked
Bitches you sweat? Got-that-knocked…gun on my waist…and I got-that-cocked…

[HOOK]

I don’t mean to offend with this observation….but ya’ll full of shit like constipation
Niggas don’t want no confrontation…shut the fukk up with that conversation
Pull a nigga card like concentration…bust shots at the cops not cooperatin’
See you in court for the arbitration…everything I drop be hot-like-cajun
Cut mo’ gulls than a operation…takin’-em-home…makin’-em-moan
More assets than a Savings-and-Loan…if they man show up I’m breakin’-some-bones

Claimin’-the-throne…livin’-with-the-stress…fittin’-in-a-vest like niggas-in-the-west
Cuz figures-that-you-net don’t mean a thing when you got ten slugs sittin’-in-ya-chest
Givin’-it-my-best…leave warriors-bruised…Kno beats phat like Victoria-boobs
I’m up in New York screwin’ foreigners-dude….you Motel 6, we Astoria-rooms
Send you to the coroner grabbin’-the-mic….over ya’ll heads like satellites
Ya’ll think you fly? I’mma cancel-ya-flight…to hell with a MC battle-let’s-fight
You down-for-that? What you rollin’ up? We smokin’ on pounds-of-that
Sittin’ in a cloud-in-fact…they never found the strap but they’ll find you around-the-back
A nigga sick of all these clowns-in-rap…all niggas got is lip-to-front
And since ya’ll got that I got clips-to-dump…but not until after I hit-this-blunt….

[HOOK]

If you ain’t givin’ head? Hoe-you-can-leave…if you ain’t chip in you ain’t smokin’-the-weed
All ya’ll dough hand it over-to-me…have you on a respirator just so-you-can-breathe
Make it so ya eyes can’t focus-to-see…I’ve had it up to here with these bogus-emcees
All I’m here for is servin’-rap-groupies…flows be tighter than virgin-gnat-booty
Words-react-smooth to the beats-I-choose…lines I spit fit like feet-to-shoes
Might slur my words when I drink-the-booze…you must be dumb if you think-I’ll-lose
JUGZ got ya whole crew singin’-the-blues…like Bobby-Bland–you a copy-man
When the smoke clears you prolly-a-fan….if you talk noise? I’mma body-a-fan
Bust up in ya set with the shotty-in-hand…cross the thin line between wrath-and-hate
Sniper on the roof to assassinate…make peace with God don’t procrastinate
Point blank…whether slow or the faster-pace…my ass-is-great you exaggerate
Since you so gassed I’mma pass it in-ya-face if it’s tween me and you? You coming last-in-the-race…

[HOOK]

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Bush – Straight No Chaser Lyrics

always be there face i live with
always be there face i live with
abscess memory with broken fingers
all the fallen down angels
raw pain distress it’s all in the way we
know
that we could have it all some satellites
of pain can’t always be ignored
war on all sides war on all sides
drink life as it comes straight no chaser
straight no chaser
drink life as it comes straight no chaser
climb inside you away from strangers

building a system of alleys and
motorways
it’s all in the way that we know
we could have it all some satellites
of pain can’t always be ignored
it’s all in the face of what we thought
we knew before war on all sides
war on all sides keep on driving
hair left morning wet
there’s nothing like losing you
there’s nothing like losing you
there’s nothing like losing you
there’s nothing like losing you

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Reflection Eternal – Big Nel From Da Natti Lyrics

[Big Nel]
Let ’em know how we do it down in the C.O.
we ’bout to get the thang started
Know what I’m sayin’? The year 2000

I’m ’bout to let these muthaf*ckas know, Big D representin’
All the way from the C.O.
Cinncinnati, Ohio – that’s what it is
Ay yo I’m givin’ some shout-outs to my kids
I’m just a real-ass nigga from the Natti I used to drive caddies
And used to be a Pimp daddy
And now I chill in the studio, roll wit’ my niggas
And we sippin’ on Henny though

Yeah, I like to smoke on the hydro
Go to the club, might pick up a freaky ho
Yeah, what’s up my niggas? We doin’ it like that
While we in the bank countin’ figures
You know how we gettin’ things started down here in the Natti
You know, Come down here you kick it with me, Big D
Y’know, ride out, get cloud out, smoked out, know what I’m sayin’
Get things poppin’
You know how we do it, got the forty fluid
Know what I’m sayin’, yeah, yeah

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Nu’est – Beautiful Solo Lyrics

Eojjeonji neo isanghaesseosseo
Eojjeonji neo ppichin geot gatasseo
I don’t know

Eojjeol ttaen gakkeum yeollakdo andwae
Dapjangeun wado oneunde isip bun
I said “boo~”

Come on girl
Geuman mannajan ni mal
Why we need to break up? Girl
Tteonan neol bomyeo
Dwidoraseo
Naneun pisik useo

Yeollakcheo ttanaen dareun yeojal mannago
Bamsaewo michindeusi nolgido hago
Wanbyeokhan sollo everyday party
Beautiful beautiful beautiful solo
Jigyeoun gamok gatdeon neoreul tteonago
Mollatdeon nollaun neukkimui jayu
Woo~ ijeneun beautiful solo today
Hey, go away!

Maeil bam nolgo syopingeul haedo
Eotteoke doen ge jigabi ppangppanghae
Sini na

Come on girl
Neowa sagwil ttae boda
Neomchyeo heureuneun sigan
Ijen gwichanteon
Ginyeomildo
Jeonbu ssak da! Jiwo

Yeollakcheo ttanaen dareun yeojal mannago
Bamsaewo michindeusi nolgido hago
Wanbyeokhan sollo everyday party

Beautiful beautiful beautiful solo
Jigyeoun gamok gatdeon neoreul tteonago
Mollatdeon nollaun neukkimui jayu
Woo~ ijeneun beautiful solo today
Hey, go away!

Don’t lie to me duri natji
Jami kkaemyeon niga eomneun achimil geol
Eolma jeoninikka waenji
Manyang jokiman han geot gatji
Molla molla naeireun eobseo
Honja honja choegoingeol
Neodo nae gibuneul neukkyeobwa
Eoseo heeojyeo geu yeojarang ha!

Jumaldo modu modu nollae
Geimdo mamkkeot mamkkeot hallae
Munjado anhago
Neutjamdo jabogo
Saldo an ppaedo doego
Wonderful day

Yeollakcheo ttanaen dareun yeojal mannago
Bamsaewo michindeusi nolgido hago
Wanbyeokhan sollo everyday party
Beautiful beautiful beautiful solo
Haru iteul iljuiri deo jinago
Useodo du nunen nunmuri heulleo
Woo~

Oh no!
Jamkkan igeo aninde
Don’t go away!

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Ody Trendsetta – Fade Lyrics

LYRICS
(Hook1)2
We getting money counting all day
They getting mad they aint in the play/
Who give a f*ck what you gotta say
He threw a flag but I want the fade/
Everything I like coming color jade
What niggas do never got me paid/
Knots on your head like a nigga braid
Oh you want the smoke I want the fade/

Verse 1
Hold on we lit
Hold on we paid/
Hold on the grudge
Move out the way/
Them niggas hate
We ain’t the same/
They like to shade
We want the fade/
Hold up what happen now
These niggas steady cappin now/
Beats and niggas is what we slapping now
Money shot off the wrap around/
f*ck it lets get it in
I feel like Fifth during many men/
For every one we got twenty men
With bad moods and henny blends/

(Hook 2)2
We getting money counting all day
They getting mad they aint in the play
/
Who give a f*ck what you gotta say
He threw a flag but I want the fade/
Everything I like coming color jade
What niggas do never got me paid/
Knots on your head like a nigga braid

Oh you want the smoke I want the fade/

( kevin heart skit )

Verse 2
I’m a mellow nigga like all the time
Iso me and I’ll calamine/
f*ck around get swung for mine
Motherf*ckers never gave a dime/
Nowadays everybody chimes
Nowadays everybody lined/
Nowadays you don’t need a reason
You could get it solely off of rhyme /

(Hook 3)2
We getting money counting all day
They getting mad they aint in the play/
Who give a f*ck what you gotta say
He threw a flag but I want the fade/
Everything I like coming color jade
What niggas do never got me paid/
Knots on your head like a nigga braid
Oh you want the smoke I want the fade/

Repeat
We getting money counting all day
They getting mad they aint in the play/
Who give a f*ck what you gotta say
He threw a flag but I want the fade/
Everything I like coming color jade
What niggas do never got me paid/
Knots on your head like a nigga braid
Oh you want the smoke I want the fade/

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I Like Trains – Desire Is A Mess Lyrics

Move into the light
I know exactly what you've done
I am your only hope
I am the inquisition
I am my mother's son
I will walk you through it slowly
I will show you how I roll
I was prepared to turn a blind eye
I was prepared to let it go

But then I saw you in a river
Wading out beyond the reeds
Shouting 'I won't let this pathetic slip of a man get the better of me'
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?

How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?

I have been making a purse from this house here for as long as I can remember
And I've been interrupted
More times than I care to mention
Why am I not surprised?
Why am I not surprisеd by the breadth of the problеm?
Why am I not surprised?
By the scope of the problem?

Well it's something to be said
For the cold hard truth
Does it put your mind at rest?
Does it set your teeth on edge?
I am not at my best
I am not at my best
When I'm presented with the facts
Does it set your teeth on edge?

And both of us know
That desire is a mess
I am not at liberty to discuss this
I am not at liberty to discuss this

And both of us know
I am not at my best
I am not at liberty to discuss this
I am not so easily lead

How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?

How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
I am not done
I am not done
Written large on the back of my hand
I am not done yet

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Eros Ramazzotti – Avanti Cosi Lyrics

Questa è la nostra vita
Siamo giunti fino a qui
Tanti giorni belli
Ed alcuni così così
La luce tua negli occhi
Che non tramonta mai
Un sole costante e tiepido
Che asciuga tutti i guai

Qualche parola dura
Che scappa tra di noi
L’ho cancellata subito
Dai baci che mi dai

E’ un mondo deludente
Che gira intorno a noi
E il caldo a volte ardente
Degli abbracci tuoi
Avanti così
Problemi quotidiani
Avanti così
Tenendoci le mani
Se non ti ho detto grazie

È per la timidezza
Lo faccio adesso amore con questa mia carezza
Questa è la nostra vita
Il regalo che mi fai
Ogni giorno diversa

Che non delude mai
La tua presenza mi consola
Anche quando non ci sei
E il cuore mio che vola
Quando a casa tornerai

Insieme noi due
In questa nostra vita
Che in questi giorni nostri
C’ha sempre una risata

Avanti così
Felici ma un po’ stanchi
Persino quando avremo
Noi due i capelli bianchi

Dovessi restar solo
Restare senza te
La vita mia sospesa
Senza più un perché
Vivrei solo in attesa
Di rivederti sai
In terra in mare ovunque
Io ti cercherei
Ovunque tu sarai
Vivrei solo in attesa
Di rivederti sai
In terra in mare ovunque
Io ti cercherei

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After Crying – Nokturn (nocturn) Lyrics

Tárt ablakon képtelenség
Kék űr suhan rajtam át
Hűs tiszta tó tükre lennék
De mégis fúj a szél tovább

Fáradt remény ritka vendég
Ártatlanul tétováz
Nem szól és bús arca sem szép
De vágyaimra ő vigyáz

Múló sötét

Összetörhetsz még
Elvakíthatsz még
Megszólít a csend

Nézd mennyi szélfútta lélek
Csillagtalan zárt világ
Hány sóhajom semmivé lett
Mégis lélegzem tovább

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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

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AJ Tracey – Blow My Phone Lyrics

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[Intro]
Don’t take this personally but
I never wanna see you again
Yeah

[Chorus]
Baby stop (Stop), please don’t blow my phone (No)
I am not your friend (I’m not)
Yeah, you’re cool, and I think you’re fire, I did not pretend
We don’t sneak dissin’ on the track, we ain’t makin’ sense
Fuck your set, fuck your family too, we pull up in ends (Skrr, skrr)
GG tote this gun, I can’t do no one on ones (One on ones)
VV’s goin’ dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue
Diamonds shakin’ in my watch like they just had a fit (Had a fit)
He can’t dress, that’s not a fit (Not a fit)
Can’t compete, you’re too unfit (Too unfit)

[Verse 1]
Forty-two, pink runtz in my blunt, shit just got me lit
Fuck that kid, that we used to roll with ’cause he got a snitch
Fuck a snitch
If you speak my name, you deserve the clip (Brr, brr)
Swerve and skid, your girl got some mileage, you can’t service it (Skrr, skrr, skrr-skrr)
I slide ’round with Bigs (Bigs)
My bros up the sticks (Blaow)
We them rager kids, we psych out, we going sick (Let’s go)
Them guys wash like persil (Yeah)
Shell mans back like turtle (Yeah)
Told ’em wait ’til I blow up
This whole drop by Virgil (Yeah)
I ain’t got that many friends (Friends)
They show love but it’s pretend (Pretend)
I was goin’ OT, para, put my foot down ’round the bin (Skrr, skrr)
I’ve got bills I gotta pay (Yeah)
That’s why I secure the bag (Okay)
I’m still likkle Tracey A (Yeah)
London star and quarterback (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Baby stop (Stop), please don’t blow my phone (No)
I am not your friend (I’m not)
Yeah, you’re cool, and I think you’re fire, I did not pretend (I swear)
We don’t sneak dissin’ on the track, we ain’t makin’ sense (No sense)
Fuck your set, fuck your family too, we pull up in ends (Pull up)
GG tote this gun, I can’t do no one on ones (No way)
VV’s goin’ dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue (Bling, blaow)
Diamonds shakin’ in my watch like they just had a fit (Yeah)
He can’t dress, that’s not a fit (Fit)
Can’t compete, you’re too unfit (Too unfit)

[Verse 2]
Old friends talking ’bout me but they owe me their life (Yeah)
I’ve got rappers speakin’ business but won’t speak on their wife (But won’t speak on their wife)
My young bull ain’t makin’ lunch but you’ll get packed by his knife (Pack by his what?)
Spin the block, catch him lackin’ and we do that shit twice (Let’s go)
I’m in Halifax or it’s Barclays babe, I don’t go to chase
Biggest smile, walkin’ out the bank, like I own the place
Gothenburg, Tilburg and a dot, yeah they know my name
You was gang, now you’re just a bum and it’s not a shame (Not a shame)
I’ve got hella plaques, I went platinum back to back (Platinum back to back)
AJ Tracey’s back, all I drop its 80’s crack (80’s crack)
This latina with me, slimey niggas, you won’t get this back (You won’t get this back)
Said you won’t get this back (Yeah)
Take it, you won’t get this back (You won’t get this back)

[Chorus]
Baby stop (Stop), please don’t blow my phone (No)
I am not your friend (I’m not)
Yeah, you’re cool, and I think you’re fire, I did not pretend (I swear)
We don’t sneak dissin’ on the track, we ain’t makin’ sense (No sense)
Fuck your set, fuck your family too, we pull up in ends (Skrr, skrr)
GG tote this gun, I can’t do no one on ones (Brr, brr)
VV’s goin’ dumb, bit my chain, she froze her tongue(Okay)
Diamonds shakin’ in my watch like they just had a fit (Bling, blaow)
He can’t dress, that’s not a fit (No)
Can’t compete, you’re too unfit (Too unfit)

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Lil Wayne – LIFE IS GOOD Lyrics

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[Part I]

[Verse]
Working while they sleeping as usual
Percocets, I eat them like chewables
These niggas think they passed up, they think too much
If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps, yeah
Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts, yeah
Wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once, yeah
We don’t hit your block up, we blow that bitch up
Capping talking big shit until that shit don’t flush
Yeah, they say my days are numbered but I keep taking drugs
Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleasе take one
I’m a skater but I hеard your man a cheapskate, huh
Heard he ratting now they moving his release date, huh, snitch
I just turned my main to my spouse
Could’ve bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house
Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib
Now she see what I’m saying, she got eyes in her ears
Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid
I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive
Twerking, got a fatty in this bitch doing butt flips
Way she roll her hips make her body look like sunchips
Working out my demons, that’s beautiful
And bae off of that reasoning, she super loose
I smoke it, she say pass it, she doing too much
Haven’t done my taxes, fucking with Trump
She brought her skirt without the panties with the slick going up
Nigga caught you looking at it, it’s okay, don’t touch
Someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us
Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch

[Part II]

[Verse]
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring ’til I don’t feel my fingers, lil’ bitch
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch
Copped three watches on the same time, nigga, we are not on the same time
Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime
Got the 40 on me like St. Ides
Granny, she was standing right there
Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy
Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect
Taliban, nigga, ISIS
Hand to hand switching prices
Been dapper dan since the diaper
A gat, a bag, and a Bible
Young Obama go dumb, Osama
Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba
Trade the private jet for an air force bomber
We could go to war like it’s the Bahamas
Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama
Never tell my woes, lie to your honor
Money long though, nigga, anaconda, let me add a comma
I’m way too hot for niggas at the bottom, you a ladder climber
I’m the best rapper, nigga, that’s the obvious
Got punchlines for you shatterboxers
You a kitty cat, I’m catastrophic
Rex ’bout to turn up, call up Roger
New fettucine, new lasagna
Diamonds blinging so new they blind you
Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, no ceiling

[Outro]
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring ’til I don’t feel my fingers, lil’ bitch (Pyoom)
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch (Pyoom)
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring ’til I don’t feel my fingers, lil’ bitch (Pyoom)
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch (Pyoom)

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Statik Selektah – No More Lyrics

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[Intro]
No more hatred, no more heartache
Statik Selektah
Fuck ’em
Lovely sunshine, I will pay no
Fuck ’em
Nigga
No more sickness, no more sorrow
Statik Selektah
What’s up?
Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan in the gold in that
Yeah, I reminisce
Yeah yeah yeah, yo, let me go back, let me go back, hold up

[Verse 1: Lil’ Fame]
Listen, I’m reminiscin’ how we rolled through the hood (Come on)
Pushed through in the big Cadillac that had bullet holes in the hood
Foes in the hood got exposed in the hood (Yeah)
Ex prom queens that turned to hoes in the hood
But I’m just a gun owner, hit you with that blang blanga
Motherfucker, you won’t live it to see next summer
Want my name then you should stop that shit
My trigger finger got exema, just itchin’ to pop that bitch
(Ayo) – Ain’t nothin’ before him, nothin’ after him
(You know the name) – Fame, that boy spaz on ’em
(M.O.P.) – That’s the acronym
But my goal is [?] frontin’ them checks, and I get back at ’em
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
This shit get realer, I’m still a catpilla
Twista, cap back mista
Fo’-fifth ya, I won’t miss ya
Yo, Statik, let’s get richer

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Right
Richer than Richie (Uh)
Richer than most of these rap niggas on major labels thinkin’ they Big Willy (Right)
Get busy
And I own my masters for real so when you get out that deal get with me
Mac got a bit chilly, wrist got a six series (Uh)
That advance is just a flip for me (Riht)
Niggas that live in the past still’ll lift for me (Uh-huh)
Iceberg big, everything else is history (Really)
Dough rollin’, I’m stackin’ my change
Elite in my lane, hail mary, my packages came (Uh-huh)
Youngings with the statik, they want the status of Lil’ Fame
“Ante Up” on loop in they brain when they snatchin’ the chain
Kush god, I be havin’ the strains
Yeah, I’m still a drug dealer
Mister hundred pack sealer (Uh)
Fuck sax [?] (Uh)
Now twist up, you get the picture

[Verse 3: Rim Da Villin]
Uh, y’all lead the copy the carpenters laid
My style is engraved, no foul sendin’ when I’m improvin’ this wave
Mastered this, the beat is a slave
Keep ’em amazed, I light the booth up like I’m throwing a rave
I give you something to shoot in the vein
I move the pain, this drug trafficking that’ll show up in ways
Not losin’ my weight, the road took a toll that I paid
No easy pass, got a path in your way
Roll up the cess for Sean P, spark it and bless
Pullin’ niggas’ cards, there’s nothin’ but jokers on deck
Yeah, my endeavors endorsin’ the cheddar
These niggas tough, but soft with emotion, that’s pussy in leather
Without a [?] Statik lit, no fit
Keep your pigs, fire on wax without a candlestick
I keep it dark, tryna dodge they sabotage
You stick up move the beef with Wade like a cattle prod

[Outro]
No more hatred, no more heartache
Lovely sunshine that will pay no
No more sickness, no more sorrow
Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan in the gold in that

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Lil Wayne – CHURCH Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Young Mula, baby

[Verse 1: Euro]
I belong to the world, don’t be selfish with me
When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me
My niggas livin’ in Hell, they thinkin’ Heaven sent me
When she scream, “Fuck love,” I think she meant me
I get in the zone, applyin’ pressure
You get the message, only I ain’t text ya
Y’all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain’t bet ya
So you survived a few cats, don’t let a lion get ya
If I ain’t met ya, I ain’t ever move ya
If there’s a new year then I never knew ya
Look, my junior gon’ have a future
And my senior gotta drive a Beamer
I wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors
Ayy, ’cause I met a girl with features out in Italy
Wish they had seen her
Shoulda took a picture, I packed condoms
I shoulda packed a book with scriptures
Put me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figures
If rivals come for us, then they comin’ with us
Tell ’em, “Run, Forrest,” run for the fame, runnin’ with us
What’s one life to a hunnid killas?
All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickers

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
I made a mill’ right after breakfast, that’s a power lunch
I fuck your bitch for ’bout a hour, that’s a power fuck
I fuck your bitch up in the shower, that’s a shower fuck
I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck
HoodyBaby, Master P’s ’boutta ’boutta buck
I been slackin’, Major Bass, I could battle up
Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck
But I’m cool, body language break the barrier
Broken bitches wishin’ that I fix her up and carry her
I was out in Italy, Roman like my carrier
I done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost bros
I just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death Star

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Dear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild?
For the fugitives that I harbor
Yeah, we move like a mile, my op’ll send out the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain’t talkin’ pop like soda
Vacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odor
No weapons pulled against me, Sheriff, prosper
The streets praise us like gospel
So we move and we roam like them Italian mobsters
Practice the code of silence, omérta
So ain’t no talkin’, we lurkin’
Find the strip where you workin’
Closed curtains, ain’t no man but God
Now they callin’ me Lord
I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin’ like an applause
Synagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flaws
Quiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roar
Call me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a chore
Then sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whores
Mentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floor
Breakin’ records on the radio while breakin’ the law
I keep my faith in the Lord, one day I’ll make it to Forbes
[?] them thieves is comin’, and what we takin’ is yours

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Look, I’m not worthy of your controversy
I’m not thirsty, baby, I’m allergic
Giddy up, dick ridin’, swervin’
Yeehaw, that’s Kentucky Derby
I remember lyin’ on the gurney
Thinkin’ how I’ma die early
Never thought that I’d see thirty
Oh, the journey, had to fuckin’ earn it
I go back in time when I was flirtin’
That time that I was flirtin’ with uncertain
Never thought I’d be surrounded by
Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants
Diamonds screamin’, “Oh my lovely God”
Sippin’ syrup, watchin’ out for serpents
Touch my surface, then it’s closed curtains
Oh my God, you’re meetin’ God in person
Oh my God, I want the squad alerted
And I come from it, they hop up like Kermit
Corner turnin’ with marijuana burnin’
In the trunk, you squirmin’, now they come to sermons
Oh my God, every thot a burden
I ain’t worry, got her ridin’ dirty
Trap house poppin’ like it’s Pee Wee Herman’s
The plug alerted, now the socket workin’
Other niggas catchin’ power surges
I’m determined just like my attorney
You other niggas, you ain’t got attorneys
Order new trap house, I buy it furnished
I been listenin’, listenin’ to the money
It been tellin’, tellin’ me, “It’s comin’”
Soundin’ like music to my ears
Soundin’ like a symphony of hundreds
Grandma always said that I’d be special
Mama always said that I’d be somethin’
I had to make sure that they wasn’t guessin’
So I made the most out of they assumptions
Bein’ careful ’round my pistol
Nigga all up in a bimbo
Bein’ everything but simple
Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
So much fire, more fire
Let’s get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne