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Kesha – Praying Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, you almost had me fooled
Told me that I was nothing without you
Oh, but after everything you’ve done
I can thank you for how strong I have become
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell
[Chorus]
I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying
[Verse 2]
I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ve been thrown out, I’ve been burned
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name
[Pre-Chorus]
You brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell
[Chorus]
I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying
[Bridge]
Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night
Someday, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, some say, in life, you’re gonna get what you give
But some things, only God can forgive
[Chorus]
I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying

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LIL WAYNE – Magnolia lyrics

They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I’m Mr. Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Verse 1]
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin’ from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let ’em milly rock
Me and woe don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I’m higher than my socks
I’m twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze-in’ you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waitin’ for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast? they gettin’ shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
[Chorus]
Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they’re new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain’t tryin’ might find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple coupe
Passin’ you up like juke
Turnin’ heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What’s in that, bag? 14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag? Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
The bitches’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
Hello?

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LIL WAYNE – Loyalty lyrics

I’m who bring the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin’
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin’
Bitch, grow up, it’s only head if you swallowin’
Baby, get to geekin’, get to geekin’ and gobblin’
Your friends think I’m bad, they must be looking for trouble then
It’s a foam party, I be bustin’ they bubbles then
Then I hop in the whip, make a plan on some bricks
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I’m in the ends with the sticks, it’s the revenge of the Crips
Hoe, you know it’s OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Hoe, you know it’s LAT, we almost famous, lil bitch
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil bitch
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit and you straining and shit
Fat head, long, like she ’bout to strangle this dick
I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a vic
I got my whole gang gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more shit and piss and make more money than cents (sense)
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that’s length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It’s the return of the Blood, ’bout to turn up and thug
We wan’ know who got the chicken and show the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin’ niggas like some Cap’n Crunch
Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain’t cram for one
All these fuckin’ karats on me, bitch, I’m Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Play pussy, get fucked; play ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin’ up then beat ’em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking your aquarium
Out of the ordinarys and went to the art of hustling
When you see them thieves coming
Know that loyalty’s amongst them
LAT We back by popular demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I’m brazy, nigga
Hard at work, I’m slaving, nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I’m wavy, nigga
Percocet and adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I’m a landmine, got this by a landslide, I’m racing, nigga
Cruise control, I’m pacing nigga
Turn around, I’m waving, nigga
[Verse 2: HoodBaby]
There’s a Glock clocked by my pantsline
Young dread head, throwing gang signs
I got bands like it’s band time
Posted up at granny house, trappin’ off the landmine
What’s all that hootin’ and hollerin’? Ok, I’m shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper, we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let ’em snort cocaine at a party
Leave ’em stiff like rigormortis
Don’t try to race, this car got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can’t copy
You can’t bite it, you can’t forge it
I got bars with more in storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I’m gorgeous
Get a massage while I’m recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don’t have to ask, I don’t have to beg
Yeah, I’m bumping Three Six Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like talapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain’t no stopping us
Why?

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LIL WAYNE – Mula Gang lyrics

Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
L-A-T
Moms just hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B’s to A’s
Now im turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain’t burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Don’t try to son me Reg
I’ll knock ya off the ledge
I’ll pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets gon’ spread
Catch ’em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the console
I’m a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I’m a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart closed
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth ‘fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure ’em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I’m made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang Side talk, I’m immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain’t too fond of the new school
I’m an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I’m too cool, I’ll hold a grudge ’till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin’ up lines
I’m the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I’m made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
I’m Steph Curry I’m Wardell
I’m all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I’m the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, I’m koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? Man, starting five when it’s game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That’s a strange sign, I can’t really trust you
Ain’t have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I’m at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I’m living this shit
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don’t really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I’m gone
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I’m made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo’
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
[Verse 2: Euro]
Check
I’ma do ’em like Big Meech
This strip club’s in ’03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
They don’t clap while I’m on stage! I’m over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I’m stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die?

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ZEDD – Get Low lyrics

Let’s just enjoy the feel
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missing
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Let’s skip the undertone
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
Your new life is floating
The stars are made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With a sound of love is blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low Shake too low
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in your, lost in the rust
Faded you’re stuck, I help you up
Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel? Let’s just enjoy the feel
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missing
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me, it’s hard to know what you see of me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows
I know that you’re fragile
Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel?

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FRENCH MONTANA – Bring Dem Things lyrics

When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
[?] you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be [?], I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I be [?] nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
Gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing
[Chorus: French Montana]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback [?]
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
[?] on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off
[Chorus: French Montana]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

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TYGA – Move To L.A lyrics

with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. You should move to L.A. with your best friend with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, “Get back at it, girl”
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight
[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A.

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Blac Youngsta – Birthday

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang, gang)
[Verse 1]
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
Snitched on every song
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
Fuck nigga pressed charges
And got the feds running up in every home
I got to play it safe out here
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
They tryna get me out the way out here (ho)
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy Rat Entertainment, taking niggas straight out here
It’s so much hate out here
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry (ho)
Tell your fans the truth
Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)
[Chorus]
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (gang gang)
And then press charges on me
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
This is for all the young niggas innocent
I’m innocent
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Fuck Trump
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? [Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me put you on a shirt lil nigga? Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang, gang)
[Verse 2]
Lost so many niggas to this shit
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
I get my gun out when I’m delivering
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
And show up in court, I’ma get even
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang, gang)
[Outro]
You lil rat ass bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
Your whole clique pussies man
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
All you niggas bitches
Your whole clique nigga
Bitch ass nigga
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
I’m innocent

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Jennifer Lopez – Ni Tú Ni Yo (feat. Gente De Zona)

[Verse 1: Jennifer Lopez]
Como en la vida, el amor es así
Nace de la nada y se convierte en todo
Nunca imaginé enamorarme así
No tenías previsto sentir amor
[Pre-Chorus: Jennifer Lopez]
El amor es así
Inspirador, cautivador
Conmovedor, provocador
Y a veces tentación
El amor es así
Controlador, es dictador
Emocionante, apasionante
Depredador
[Chorus: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ay, no hagamos caso a la gente
Ellos no saben lo que se siente
Cuando estamos juntos tú y yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Nos dimos cuenta de lo que hicimos
Y tu corazón es testigo
Dime qué fue lo que pasó
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo

[Verse 2: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Nada de lo que hagamos ahora es inmoral
Porque Cupido ya flechó
Si el amor es inmortal
Entonces la inmortalidad nos eligió
Tus labios son agua pura
Y mi mirada ya refleja el Kamasutra
Me gusta mi cama
Pero prefiero la tuya
[Pre-Chorus: Jennifer Lopez]
El amor es así
Inspirador, cautivador
Conmovedor, provocador
Y a veces tentación
El amor es así
Controlador, es dictador
Emocionante, apasionante
Depredador
[Chorus: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ay, no hagamos caso a la gente
Ellos no saben lo que se siente
Cuando estamos juntos tú y yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Nos dimos cuenta de lo que hicimos
Y tu corazón es testigo
Dime qué fue lo que pasó
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo

[Verse 3: Gente de Zona]
Que sea lo que Dios quiera
Yo quiero vivir contigo
Lo hacemos a tu manera
Porque a mi me da lo mismo
Que sea lo que Dios quiera
Yo quiero vivir contigo
Lo hacemos a tu manera
[Chorus: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ay, no hagamos caso a la gente
Ellos no saben lo que se siente
Cuando estamos juntos tú y yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Nos dimos cuenta de lo que hicimos
Y tu corazón es testigo
Dime qué fue lo que pasó
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
[Outro: Gente de Zona]
Que sea lo que Dios quiera (Yo te lo dije)
Lo hacemos a tu manera ([?])
Que sea lo que Dios quiera (Lo mejor que suena ahora)
Lo hacemos a tu manera (Desde Cuba [?])

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Rudimental – Sun Comes Up (feat. James Arthur)

[Verse 1]
I wonder, maybe they’d never find me
I’ve been waitin’ such a long, long, long time to feel it
Swallowed by the waters around me
Though I took so many wrong, wrong, wrong turns to see it, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more
[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again
[Verse 2]
It wasn’t easy tryin’ to run with these handcuffs
I had to sleep through such a cold, cold, cold night to see it
Green flashes hit me right where I’m standing
Sunlight cut into your bones, bones, bones, started to heal it
[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more
[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again
[Bridge]
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Give a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Turn your light on me
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little, to get a little love
Give a little light
To get a little love back
To get a little love back
[Pre-Chorus]
Dance through the blisters at night
I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
I’m alive, alive
I can’t hear words no more
[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love
Sun comes up again, my love
Until the sun comes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
I can feel my love, I can feel my love
[Outro]
Sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

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Duke Dumont & Gorgon City – Real Life (feat. Naations)

[Intro]
Love you in real life
[Verse 1]
It means nothing
If you don’t know what you got
You make it feel like Sunday
And it keeps me holding up
And up
[Pre-Chorus]
These flashing lights
The temporary it’s not the end
The morning sun
Who lets an enter make, pretend
[Chorus]
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
[Post-Chorus]
Love you in real life
Love you in real life

[Verse 2]
Don’t lose your touch
I got farity
You and me babe
That’s how it’s gonna be
[Pre-Chorus]
These flashing lights
The temporary it’s not the end
The morning sun
Who lets an enter make, pretend
[Chorus]
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
[Post-Chorus]
Love you in real life
Love you in real life
[Bridge]
I just wanna love you
I just wanna love you in real life
I just wanna love you
I just wanna love you in real life

[Chorus]
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
[Outro]
Love you in real life
Love you in real life
I really wanna love you
I really wanna love you

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Jay-Z – The Story Of O.J.

Me and my niggas takin’ real chances, uh
Y’all on the ‘Gram holdin’ money to your ear
There’s a disconnect, we don’t call that money over here, yeah
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it
[Verse 2]
Financial freedom my only hope
Fuck livin’ rich and dyin’ broke
I bought some artwork for 1 million
2 years later, that shit worth 2 million
Few years later, that shit worth 8 million
I can’t wait to give this shit to my children
Y’all think it’s bougie, I’m like, it’s fine
But I’m tryin’ to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y’all out here still takin’ advances, huh? [Intro: Nina Simone]
Skin is, skin, is
Skin black, my skin is black
My, black, my skin is yellow
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
I like that second one
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
[Interlude]
O.J. like, "I’m not black, I’m O.J." …okay
[Verse 1]
House nigga, don’t fuck with me
I’m a field nigga, go shine cutlery
Go play the quarters where the butlers be
I’mma play the corners where the hustlers be
I told him, "Please don’t die over the neighborhood
That your mama rentin’
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood
That’s how you rinse it"
I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginnin’
I coulda bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo
For like 2 million
That same building today is worth 25 million
Guess how I’m feelin’? Dumbo
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
[Interlude]
You wanna know what’s more important than throwin’ away money at a strip club?

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Imogen Heap – Speeding Cars Lyrics

IMOGEN HEAPSpeeding Cars Lyrics
Songwriters: Imogen Heap, Jennifer Jan
Here’s the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violence
Just run with me through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck
There, there baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling
Oh don’t lose your head
‘Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you yeah
Sleeping pills know
Sleeping dogs lie never far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I’ve watched you slowly winding down for years
You can’t keep on like this
Now’s a bad a time as any whoa
There, there baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling
Oh don’t kill yourself
‘Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you yeah
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago
There, there baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling
Oh don’t lose your head
‘Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you yeah
There, there baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling
Oh don’t kill yourself
‘Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you yeah
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Our Lady Peace – Annie Lyrics

OUR LADY PEACEAnnie Lyrics
You’re a little bit shy
A little too quiet
You’re the mixed up girl
That everybody leaves behind
A little bit weird
A little too bright
But you just might be
That little bomb at their side
They’ll pull your hair
They’ll leave you wide-eyed
But did anybody wonder
What Annie might have in mind
On, no
There’s something in the way she explains to me
“please be careful, I exist in someone else’s head”
Oh, no
There’s something in the way she makes believe
Please be careful
Annie dreams that everyone is dead
You’re a little bit dry
A little up tight
You’re the messed up girl
That everybody tries to hide
You’ve had enough
They’re too unkind
But did anyone consider what Annie might have in mind
Oh, no…

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Utada – Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence – Fyi Lyrics

UTADAMerry Christmas Mr. Lawrence – Fyi Lyrics
I give you my heart
Hold on, let me sign it
Your senorita, aka your best friend
Hereby, let it be known
Love like, never before
I’m always at your service
You just have to holler at me
NYC, NYC (what, what?)
Tokyo, Tokyo (what, what?)
Send it out from the streets to the
highest, to the
highest high
MP3, MP3, players
Work it out, work it out, hustlers
Om Mani Padme Hum, Hum
[Chorus:]
You know why, I’m gonna be yours tonight
We’re gonna oh ah
FYI, we’re gonna be up all night
I’ll see you later
Call me
You know my number
Like Captain Picard
I’m chillin’ and flossin’
It’s seven o’clock
I issue you the warning
That’s right, we’re stealing this show
Damn right, letting him know
We’re sipping Chardonnay on 2 PM on our
working day
Ching a ling, ching a ling (what, what?)
Ching a ling, ching a ling (what, what?)
Take me down to the fields where the
grasses, where the
grasses, lie
MP3, MP3, players
Oh my name got him there ooh
[Chorus]
See I don’t need a freeloader
No I don’t want a freeloader
If you want a piece of this stuff
Got to give, got to give something
[Chorus x2]