Romeo & Juliet – Trippie Redd lyrics

Lyrics Trippie Redd – Romeo & Juliet
Baby, yo’ love is my medicine
Baby yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Yo’ love is my medicine, lil’ baby
(Huh!) Yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Ohhhhhhhhhh(Romeo & Juliet)
Yoooooooo loooovveeee, baby yoooooooo loooooovvvveeeee
Hey, yo’ love, is so amazing
It’s all i want, got a nigga faded
Shawty on fire, yeah she really blazin’
Flames Armageddon, yelling Jesus save me
I’ma take his soul, if she try to play me
‘Cause that’s all mine, that’s my lil’ baby
I’m in all white, like the fucking navy
Throwin’ up the Roc’, like a nigga Jay-Z
Awwww, don’t play me, nooooooo
Uh, no, don’t play me, nooooo
Ay, no , don’t play me, noooo
Yeah, don’t play me, noooooooo
‘Cause….
Yo’ love is my medicine
Ayy, yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Yo’ love is my medicine, lil’ baby
(Huh!) Yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Baby your love is my medicine
Baby your love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Your love is my medicine lil baby
Your love is my medicine, when i’m up, bring me down
Ooooooh! Yoooooo loooovveeee, baby yoooooooo loooooovve. Your love is my medicine
Baby, your love is my medicine, when i’m up
Bring me down versuri-lyrics.info
Your love is my medicine, baby
Your love is my medicine, when im up, bring me down
Oooohhh! Trippie Redd lyrics
Video Juliet Your love
Baby your loveee.

Cheama ma – Florin Raduta versuri

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Am sa te gasesccc. Versuri Florin Raduta
Video Florin Raduta Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Am sa te gasesc. Si cheama-ma
Oriunde te-ascunzi sa stii ca-mi lipsesti
De ce nu-mi raspunzi daca ma doresti
Daca ma doresti de ce ma ranesti
De ce tot dispari atunci cand iubesti. Stii tu cate nopti n-am dormit
Sau cate vise prin cosmaruri am retrait
Sperand ca viata mi te ia dar mi te-aduce inapoi. Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc. Ca-ntr-un vis urat cand ne-am despartit
Te-am pierdut dar nu te-am mintit
Cand ti-am spus sunt de neoprit
Si-am sa te aduc inapoi. Cheama-ma
Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.
Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Versuri-lyrics.info
Am sa te gasesc. Ca-ntr-un vis urat cand ne-am despartit
Te-am pierdut dar nu te-am mintit
Cand ti-am spus sunt de neoprit
Si-am sa te aduc inapoi. Versuri Florin Raduta – Cheama ma
Chiar daca timpul a trecut te port in gand
Usa ieri s-a deschis e prea mult vant
Eu ma lupt cu un dor, de vina esti tu.(cheama ma)
Mai stii ne credeau toti nebuni
Cand au vazut iubirea din noi intr-un sarut
Era lumea in care traiam numai noi. Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc. Vreau sa nu o iau de la-nceput
Inima ma cearta pentru tot ce n-am facut
Si-n lipsa ta ea spune cum de vina sunt eu.

Mary J. Blige – Strength Of A Woman

Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
Strength of a woman
Never claiming to be something I’m not
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
Is the, I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep

And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
How can life go on without me here?

Not saying move over, I’m just here to help
I am woman
I am woman
I am woman, you know (I am woman, you know, you know)
I am woman, you know
Strength of a woman
We’re the trees left standing through the storms of life
How can life go on without me here?
Don’t need to be walking behind, you’re better with me by your side
That’s what God made me for, you ain’t gotta build by yourself
It’s impossible
And we keep giving and giving and giving and that’s the
Strength of a woman (I am, I am)

I am woman
I’m a woman, hear me out
It’s impossible

All the pain endured to give life

Is the (the strength) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
Not tryna take over, I just want my spots

And we keep giving and giving and giving and that’s the
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do (I am woman)
I am woman, you know (I am woman, you know)

I am woman, you know (you know)
Can’t hold us back
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
Strength of a woman (what I do)
We’re the wisdom like a guiding light
You got your pride, don’t let it make you blind
We’ve come so high and we’ve come so far
Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman
All the pain endured to give life
Strength of a woman

I am woman, you know
Strength of a woman
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
Don’t want what’s yours, just want what’s mine

The Weeknd – Secrets

I catch you every time
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
Every time you close your eyes
My love, my love
I realize, we’re divided
I can see the lust in your eyes
And I know that you want him too
the… Wipe…
I ask you what your heart desires
Every time you close your eyes
It’s a lie, a lie
You told me not to worry ’bout
You tell me I’m the only one
You can’t be the one
I hear the secrets that you keep
I hear the secrets that you keep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
My love, my love
I hear the secrets that you keep
It’s a lie, a lie
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
In your lust, your lust
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I see that you’re not mine
You can’t hide it
My love, my love
I hear the secrets that you keep
Those guys, those guys
Behind
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
In your lust, your lust
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
Lust from your eyes
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
Everybody here wants you
My love, my love
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I hear the secrets that you keep
I catch you every time
You told me that you left it all behind
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep

Plies – Real Hitta (feat. Kodak Black)

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin’ you be with me
Plies, Kodak
Baby you know I’m out here in these streets, I gotta get it
Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain’t got no smell
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
(I wanna know)
Ya last man bought you Bebe but I’ll buy you Givenchy
I’ma get in that lil pussy like I’m just gettin’ outta prison
Talkin’ one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
These lil’ niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me
And if I ain’t call ya back then bae I’m gettin’ to that money
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
[Verse 1: Plies]
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
[Outro: Kodak Black]
But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin’ in my city
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
I’m talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though
Plug name Julio but he don’t play for Atlanta

I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
‘Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
I don’t go nowhere for free, if you got a check I’ll go
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I be hustlin’ so hard I lose track of the days

Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
I’m talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner
(I wanna know)
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
I’m a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain’t on safety
‘Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta

Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
I done came back from pissin’ inside the Trump Hotel
I’m a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?
I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician
You ain’t never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese

Yea, dat way
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
If I ain’t on the corner, I’m in the ‘yo, bae I be busy
And ain’t nothin’ changed because I motherfuckin’ made it
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
(I wanna know)
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
All these hundreds on me got me startin’ to look like a scammer

Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Yea, I just wanna know…
Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili’s

No real nigga
I’m just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
But ima come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin’ for me
I can hit it from the back, ain’t got to hold my breath
[Verse 3: Plies]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I’m Santa
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field

The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree’s
Sex game undefeated, think I’m 100-0
All that ass she got back there startin’ to look like a pamper
I’m a real hitta, I’m a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady
[Intro: Plies & Kodak Black]
And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn’t
Baby I’m a certified smacker
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Yea
Yea, yea

H.E.R. – Every Kind Of Way

If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
This ain’t a dream
[Verse 2]
Baby, the sound of you
I gotta love you
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way
I wanna love you in every kind of way
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way
[Verse 1]
Holding me closer than we’ve ever been before
For you, I wanna take my time
I wanna love you in every kind of way
I gotta love you
I’ll never get up
‘Cause I need it
Stay here forever, babe

Boy, it don’t get no better than you

Give you all, give you all of me
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
[Chorus]

I wanna fall like your favorite season
[Outro]
[Chorus]
I wanna love you

You’re here with me
When you need it
All night
Your kiss
It don’t get no better than this
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
And on me
I wanna love you
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
I wanna love you in every kind of way
Better than a harmony
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
I want you off my mind
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way

Bebe Rexha – The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody) (feat. Lil Wayne) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just want a chance with somebody
Got a whole bedroom, on the private

Lethal doses, desperate hearts
I know her body inside, out science
We can turn this dance floor to a island
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
I just wanna dance with somebody
I’m the God I just want a goddess
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired

I just wanna dance with somebody
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)

I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
Every time she dance it’s exotic
I just wanna dance with somebody
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
Pop a couple xans with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are

I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
Heaven knows we love the thrill
Bloody noses, speeding cars
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)

Daniel Caesar – We Find Love

What once was lost cannot be found out
I knew you were the girl of my dreams
We find love, we get up
I just need you to hold
We find love, we get up
Wonder why it took you so long

We find love, we get up
Lets see how you like this song
You need someone you adore

This thing called love comes crashing down now
Ever since the day that I met you
But we could never be
You don’t love me anymore
And we fall down, we give up
Lets see how you like this song
What once was lost cannot be found out
And we fall down, we give up
And we fall down, we give up

And we fall down, we give up

We fall down, we give up
We knew we’d come around
This thing called love comes crashing down now
You don’t love me anymore
Lets see how you like this song
Ever since the day that I met you
And we fall down, we give up
Pieces all on the ground
We find love, we get up

What once was lost cannot be found out
Heaven help us, heaven help us, yeah

You don’t love me anymore
Pieces all on the ground

Pieces all on the ground
We knew we’d come around
My world’s been spinning out of control

We knew we’d come around
Find a place where you might belong
We find love, yeah, we get up
We’re on our own
We find love, we get up
This thing called love comes crashing down now

I see you walking out that door

Curren$y – Example (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Uh
You think you know but ain’t sure
My dream’s to recognize the Ferrari’s heart
Be someone, nigga
Been yet
Nigga you can’t do a thang
Never let ’em play you
I shook the dice and rolled
Relax
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Fool.
y’all stuck to them digits Sucker?

Fuck ’em sideways, always until they pay you
Shh, real
The money made me move
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Running through my shoes
Where
And
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
We
For the day that I can kick ’em off
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I get busy

Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
Yeah
Reimburse me for payed dues
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
You can’t stop ma plane
We heard yo shit and we laugh
Bauss tha fuck up

Uh machete sharp
They look up the Jets
Haven’t
Wonder why I won’t eat with ya

Curren$y – Audio Dope II (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
They not like me.
Yea yea yea
Like the Pilot get the pot
Uh
Came a long way
Please don’t recognize y’all
When it’s game time show me to the stove
What you gone do about it huh?
Spitta’ get this whole shit jumpin’ like
Audio Dope
Loaded bases bring my Team home I’m the great bambino
Pull my draw strings
Rememberin’ my license
We track traffickin’
And then keep a straight face punk!)
Me I’m like Lee
And they askin’ for mo is you back again?
And I never left the house
Audio dope
Because your boy stays gone
I can do it on the dime
Spitta’
Make music I’m steppin’ out
Fat max scammin’ off the top
Right back at it
And I ain’t talking bout practice no mo.
Yea yea yea
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Yea nigga we track traffickin’
Best dressed in attendance
We can get it crackin’ in here
We can get it crackin’ in here
Yea yea yea
Kick the shit out the beat until it die

Badgamon playin’ Keno
In my trilla in between
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
Yea yea yea
Audio Dope
Money can be made out a rhyme
And they askin’ for mo is you back again?
Lames is your whole set
Lemonade level vodka
Fool

Like the Pilot get the pot
Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
Call C.S.I.
I got um runnin’ scared tryna catch up
Independent acrobatic
Yea.
At a major event
Yea nigga we track traffickin’
That’s why they don’t like me
And I ain’t talking bout practice no mo.
(All around the world the same song
Sittin’ at the dock of the bay
57 heinz Gregory the dance legend
Kill yourself tryna live how I’m livin’
Audio dope
Uh
Yea yea yea
Musical Mafia
And restrictions in my moms car
Now tell me that I ain’t got it
Cali buzz strong it’s that love phase gone

When it’s game time show me to the stove
Yea yea yea
I’m a dog mang keep my paws clean
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
Roulette wheels in the casino
But I don’t got time to be
We track traffickin’
Uh
Right back at it
Greens rolled under the gazzibo
The small things keep me different from these fools
They askin’ for mo is you back again?
They askin’ for mo is you back again?

Wastin’ every second
But that’s the game we in
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
Make that loo somersault

Curren$y – King Kong (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Fool, what you think you like me
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
[HOOK]
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin’ defensive lineman homie who gon’ block em
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I’m comin back for it
Founder of a flyer society raisin’ the partition so the driver won’t bother me
Your idol and your rival I be
Tearin thru the city
[VERSE 2]

Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
Yeah, look up
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Build a villa in it, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout

[HOOK]
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Yeahh… Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga
We ain’t never gon run outta weed
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a hunter’s rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon’ stop him
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Hollow a mountain out

King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Everybody around this bitch got money
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
Uh, Closed minded lil’ children, I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Tearin thru the city
Fuck around get popped like a collar
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
[VERSE 1]

Curren$y – Seat Change (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Tearin’ through the city
We ain’t never gon’ run outta weed, yeah, look up
Fool, what you think you like me
Billa villa in here, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin’

25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
Fuck around get popped like a collar

Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Defensive line men homie who gon’ block em
Everybody around this bitch got money,
Yeah jets fool, Pilot Talk nigga,
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
Spendin’ my cheese, smokin’ my broccoli
Tearin’ through the city
Yea, came up put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
Holla a mountain out

King Kong ain’t got shit on me
The view from my rockin’ chair you would not believe
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
With my brother now I’m comin’ back for it

Your idol and your rival I be
Women wishin’ for a position on either side of me
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Eagle droppin’ it’s the fly shit who gon stop him
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Founder of a flier society raisin a partition so the driver won’t bother me
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a Honda’s riffle
Closed minded lil’ children,
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me

Curren$y – Breakfast (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

And I’m eatin’ creepin’ with my side
Broken I ain’t know that I was speedin’ fast livin’ slow gin for these bitches
Can’t catch me sleepin’ you ear hustlin muthafucka
Or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
V Diablo 96? Daniel son crane kick I got that game from my Pittsburgh niggas?
Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
They can’t read him smilin’ money pilin’ I’m cheesin’ odometer
Brand motherfuckas odd numba’ you are not even on my level
Buzzin’ them bugs can’t be him eligible letters in my leger
And stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the Bahamas
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Mama it’s either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
They only after ya bread them fuckin’ birds
They eyes and shit they can’t see him fly in the house
With the fact that most did it prolific not shakin’
Download or updated N.B.A. roster play?
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistent
Dis morning new york in this evening squintin’
Live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
Two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin’ off
Bitch hope I don’t get caught cheatin’ New Orleans

Curren$y – Roasted (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

High off this purple shit
When trilla lyrics are felt
No lie I’m flyin’ I’m so roasted
The hearts of women melt
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I’m next
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
But I don’t know too many niggas with silent success
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Supervillian in the building I’m clearly a threat
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
They takin’ shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Money bitches
I’m just laid back chillin’ posted
It’s been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
Get it crackin’ like lobsters ice vodka in the
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
All blanks I’m unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
That’s damn near I’m possible this game ain’t got rid of me yet
Bitches crumbling nuggets I’m feeling lovely and blessed
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Tribeca and bubbies I’m enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
Lames know what I claim
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash Leon Phelps
This time around I’m ma give all till I’m gaspin’ for breath
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
Bring them through my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
Living like a villain mostly
It ain’t my fault I do this shit breakin’ a sweat
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
?
You know what I rep and I’m one of the best
They squeeze these lemons they selves
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
Seats butter boogets

Curren$y – Skybourne (feat. Big K.R.I.T.) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

My Fresh don’t it look nice
Floatin’ inside, aquarium
Came through to conquer
Burn like a C.D., get topped like Z.Z.
Lord, got them hood niggas quotin my bars
This heavy kush, oh you got some too? Very good
Round table eatin’ pasta like mobsta’s
We killin’ this since contra
Box Chevy, no tint
They lied money really do grow off trees, yes
Yo D.N.A. ain’t the same pimp so naw you don’t look right
Ain’t gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Eight grams nigga fuck with me
Flow like agua and I’m cold like a ski beat
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over Texas
Definers, drop gems so timeless
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin’ to loose
Fly tell that you ain’t heard that from me
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Smoke Robinson, earl james, and George Kush
I don’t blow Reggie Bush, neva’ would
Talkin’ bout how a nigga smoke n maintain

Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black Lexus
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Shine so the blinded don’t look twice
If you ain’t spending money then what did u call for
Survive at all costs put god ‘bove all things
Get money by all means,
Yeah that’s him,
I look good for the fuck, but baby it’s all spoke
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours,
That’s word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
True vision and the impeccable timing
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13’s
Reachin’ out for a smile like children and small folk
And them bloggers like oh my gawd…
They can’t catch us, Jet Setta’s
No sponser and I’m smokin’ on a mini launcher
With a grinder, we grinders, top rhymers
Let me lay down the rules,
I fall Short, pimpin’ women with small shorts
Compository sketches is all
Mu’fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin’ that high grade
I told em put it all on spitta
Make a killin’ off sour D

Curren$y – The Hangover (feat. Mikey Rocks) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Chicks know we party that’s why
I’m born if you peep the change
Windows up, new shit playin’
Dollar signs my only language,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
They takin’ trips to asp.
If we need the flame,
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
Before all yo time run out
Have the time of your life
We smoke and drink all night
Chicks know we party that’s why
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Try’na put you on the game
Hangover cause we hung out
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
I’ll roll another one up
I’ll roll another one up

Have the time of your life
I’m in a fire twips (Twips)
Dancin’, fly as Helly Hanson’s on our shoulder blades,
I got mistakes I make
Hangover cause we hung out
We smoke and drink all night
Before all yo time run out (run out)
And I’m out of it

That’s Italian go there
And reject fools comin’ in my lane with that weak shit,
Lock my number in like you’re takin’ it for hostage
Put them bottles on ice while
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
I left my last one on the jet
Put them bottles on ice while
Maybe you should watch it
On the floor with the mascot
High as hell (Man)
And flyin’ kites all in the tropics
Scratch off, A.C. on
Fluently speak it
So I don’t lay down till the sunrise
They love it when we come out
Come through with that killer weed
Drink until I gotta piss
I’m try’na nail
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
We can leave, find your cell
Take another sip of what I’m drinkin’
Nathan What you sayin’?
Damn I got a lot of chicks
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo D.S.
They love it when we come out
That’s how I keep it

Curren$y – The Day (feat. Mos Def & Jay Electronica) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I’m young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé
Until you show anyway
Learn how to roll with the punches
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
Whack niggas with that sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
If it ain’t the jets then it ain’t nothing
Please remember this day
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav
Along with some the perks
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
Cause I’m a throw my number up
Please remember this day
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Back to black and gold ballys
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble

Take em’ to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
Man fuck it I’m out black on
But that clock around his neck is so fly
Hard is not enough brother I’m tougher
Tell them boys their run is up
You were cool ten years ago, you fucking lex bubble
My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"
That come with my work
Dickes with the creases
Until you show anyway
It’s okay, I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Schoolin’ em’ who the beast is
This changes everything we can do anything
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
[Intro]
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
And I’m bout it fool
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Whack niggas sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
I’m so sorry
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Back to the thesis
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
Pulling youngins by the coattails
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
The voodoo man is coming bruh

And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Excuse me as I do me cruisin’ rudely down the high way
New party same old chicks

Such a excellent moment, so emotional
You gotta know when to hold em’, know when to fold em’
Pretty twenty something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt
I’m a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
You was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles, bubble
And summon up the thunder what?
I got a studio in my house
This changes everything we can do anything
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh

Make me feel high so I’m gon’ spit it my way
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough
In your label office but they said I can’t smoke weed here
If I don’t look happy to be here
Brand new tires, Rollin down the same old strip

Curren$y – Prioritize (feat. Nes Phips) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don’t do those cuz
Them niggas ain’t shit, just mothafuckin’ poo-poo
I put ’em in position to get them, I’m getting me
[Verse 3]
Won’t stop ’til I reside at the top permanently
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
[Hook]
Louisana traveler twistband, looking for my music
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Swore that I would do all of this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch
I told her game over to reset, press Enter
Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain’t tripping
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
[Hook]
Now she, cooking me breakfast after lusting me for dinner

Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses
It’s no joke, momma just roll this
When your crew on buzz, people do show love

She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages
Even tho I’m a fall back nigga, but that’s how it is
[Hook]
Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery
Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
21 joints burning for me
That’s a mean pair of kicks, kudos love

This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
[Verse 1]
Especially when niggas next to me and ready to eat
Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand, any minute I’m outty
Talk that dress right off of her body
Mission Impossible: completed
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch
Obstacles are optical illusions
I can make it shake, like turbulence
We don’t really see ’em, they put rules in place
Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane
Like four rings, truth in engineering ya got me
Raised lettering on my Hoosiers
Cause I’m in first class, making beats I guess it is, hah?
Z’ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
[Verse 2: Nesby Phips]

Figure she won’t lose cause she fuckin’ with a winner
Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously
You gon’ get your turn on the doobie bitch just wait, no beginner luck
Drag strips slicks rear of the Barracuda

Bitches longing to be by me, hypnotic karate
Hoes just following they noses, to my door
Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves?
Coming from me, this is just fate because I had faith certain
I got no mercy for the weak
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Cause y’all need ’em, some people are like sheep
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch
Sissy-ass zero, mothafuckin’ fruit loops

Curren$y – Chilled Coughphee (feat. Devin The Dude) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I cuss for fun
Well it depends do I have another one To use again?
At a freak before I leave best believe I’m weeded
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol’ have to due I guess
So you know I’m willin’ hollin’ and I’m grabbin’
Plastic cover the couch
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Their ain’t no hope
But I’m stuffin’ these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
But it don’t even matter whose the highest
I never get enough in
Too cool to have to buss a gun
Cause I don’t kick it on the low
And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most
With no bitches that don’t get high
Yea
But that’s some tenth grade shit
Approach the closed do’
I never cook coke up on the stove top
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
But it’s trapped inside a rubber
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured
Industrial size gears I’m caught in a grind
You rollin’ that Billie jean bitch beat it!
At your grandma’s house
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
Niggas propose a toast from coast to coast
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
I’m puffin
Her in nothing but a robe, playin’ her roll
It crack open before my eyes
loaded with the coordinates G.P.S.
She question me for smellin’ like a pound
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
And it’s all about chillin’ smilin’ laughin’
Cause if it ain’t dope
Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised
I could fuck a bum up quick
I don’t have to duck and run
Before I sit down
Should I flush that hoe out?
They ain’t gone buy it

Curren$y – Address (feat. Stalley) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

We still in the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin’ not to be sea sick
Yeah, all ready understood
Ain’t gotta be said
Call em back tell my mama I make it
In the mirror with this shift kick
Nah I’m on the roof chillin’
Yeah, yeah
It’s all good
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Get done with them suckers
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Makin’ hot wheels outta hoopties,
Nike shorts, argyle socks, Jordan three’s, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain’t from round here
Hangin’ on every second of the moment
Bottles in the cooler
From tryin’ to watch the jets

Ain’t nothin’ change
Plottin’ in the tropics thinkin’ how I’m gone run ish
Tight things I be thinkin’ on
When I’m driftin’ in and out of herb clouds
Lookin’ for ya bitch fool
Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Uh, it’s all good
We still the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
Ain’t nothin’
Mr. Tokyo drift, spent yen on a vet
Spitta, nigga in the building
If ya don’t know how to do it homie I’ll school ya
Roll a joint after pickin’ through the pound
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
Ain’t nothin change
Holdin’ it down like balloon strings
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready
Pedal mashin’, paper twistin’, scrape a engine
When I’m high as fuck
Yeah, uh, nigga for what
It’s all ready understood
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Uh, it’s all good
Whole perception done changed

Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
It’s all ready understood

Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change, fool
Feels good but it’s hard to crack a smile

Ain’t nothin’,
Ain’t nothin,
Still the same old, that’s all
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Back in the states when I’m leavin’
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
And they under us
Catch a crook in ya neck
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun maneuvers
Tryin’ to figure out raps to put up in a song
Yeah nigga
Rad Racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper

And for those that miss me I’ll be back don’t trip
When the ones you came up with not around
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
Skibeatz
Nights long but the day’s short
Not complacent with the life style
Funny how a 3 hour flight can make ya life change
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Wakin’ and bakin’ Anita greatest hits blastin’