Blue Cheese – 2 Chainz feat. Migos lyrics

Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50? s**t colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad b*tches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high. I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh! Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh! My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, b*tch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head versuri-lyrics.info
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your b*tch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh! Lyrics 2 Chainz – Blue Cheese
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs. 50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs. I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uhh!
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs. 50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs. Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got thereee. When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites. I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
f*cking on b*tches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag. 2 Chainz lyrics
Video cheese

Loud pack – Tory Lanez feat. Dave East lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Loud pack
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been? Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud pack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud pack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud pack. I got two b*tches and they f*cking, uh yeah
Soon as you see me, you know what I’m on, yeah
New Lamborghini to .. the fun, oh yeah
The loud pack
Dipping in the ‘gatti, baby
You still got the body, baby
You still riding shotty with the loud pack
And it ain’t a thing to her
I can pull your main b*tch and all I do is sing to her
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-oh)
Lil T the one to tease me, want the whole thing
Still whipping and the digits long as lo mein
Whipping on the side on ’em.
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud paaack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud paaack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud paaack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud packkk. Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like a loud paaack
Party with your friends
Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got a loud paaack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon’ get it lit just like the loud paaack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with a stick
Pull up, light the motherf*cking loud paaack. Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been? Tory Lanez lyrics
Video pack Keep you on my side like the loud paaack
Baby where you been? We go to Cali smoking Cali, this s**t loud
Backwood on fire, so got my eyes low, blow this pound
First class, I don’t do no more coach
When I was broke I still had smoke
That blunt not done, I hit that roach
Got two b*tches and they smoking out
We don’t know no drought
I can show you what this dough about
I woke up on a cloud, take off
My diamonds offset
Got her number, ain’t called yet
Lambo, the trunk in front of it, pulling up, I ain’t parked yet
On Collins couple Haitians close
Honestly we take jewelry better than we can take a joke
Got head off a eighth of dope versuri-lyrics.info
Came back to the crib, Back to the face I ain’t passing it
Before I used to package it
Lll the smoke and I mastered it, loud.

In lumea noastra – Alexandra Ungureanu versuri

Nimeni nu stie cine suntem.(x4)
Cand norii dispar e liniste iar
Ne pierdem in gand fara niciun cuvant
In noaptea albastra de stele in zori
In lumea noastraaa. Versuri Alexandra Ungureanu – In lumea noastra
In zori ne ratacim prin roua
Suntem doar noi doi si ploua
Nu vrem sa ne ascundem
In lumea noastra.
(x3)
Versuri Alexandra Ungureanu
Video noastra Nimeni nu stie cine suntemmm. Nimeni nu stie cine suntem. (x4)
Vin si pleaca, norii iar se-mbata
Si iar se-mpart pe cer
Versuri-lyrics.info
Parca mai rau ca altadata
Si tot ce iese, e frig si furtuna
Dar frigul intotdeuna ne-aduce impreuna.

Bone dry – Tristam lyrics

Lyrics Tristam – Bone dry
We used to think our words were gold
That our binded hearts could withstand cold
We were catching diamonds in the rain
Letting precious water through the drain.(bone dry)
Stars were dancing
In their light
A past that we could never write
Oh, they were dancing
Way up high
We built these walls so we could find
Who could prove themselves to the waves of time
We’re trying to repent before your sin
‘Cause why give it up before you begin.
Tristam lyrics
Video dry As the stars were dancing
In their light
A past that we could never write
Oh, they were dancing
Way up high
Stars were dancing
In their light
A future a we will never write
The dirt on our feet was bone dry, it was bone dryyy. Stars were dancing
In their light
A past that we could never write
Oh, they were dancing
Way up high
Stars were dancing
In their light
A future a we will never write
The dirt on our feet was bone dry, it was bone dry. Thought another gold was all we needed
Taking second chances
‘Till we bleed versuri-lyirics.info
And when all the love had been depleted
We had but no choice to concede.

Fiji – Lil Pump lyrics

Waterrr). Fijiii! I got Fijiii on my neck, I got Gucci on my chest
And my grandma sippin’ Tech
Off a Xan like Ron Artes
Slice your auntie in the neck
Versuri-lyrics.info
Lil Pump I’m disrespect
Run up on you with that 40, grab your grandma by her neck. Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump (What?)
Fijiii! I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
Fijiii! (What? Fijiii! (What?)
Fijiii!
Water) I pour Fiji on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
Fiiiji! (Whaaat? Lyrics Lil Pump – Fiji
Ay, pass me the water
Pass me the percs
Ay, Pass me the xans
Where the Fiji at? Fijiii! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (Whaaat?)
Fijiii!

Trinidad James – Dad

Bitch who your dad

[Hook]

I got snipers on my Instagram cause that’s a in-trend
Bitch I’m your dad
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
Fuckin’ on a boat you know that dad out here wildin’
I come in the party and I straight to the back
Bitch I’m your dad
She like how I slap that ass
She rubbin’ on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bitch who your dad
I can hurt your feelings, man
I come in the party and I straight to the back
I got on ten rings, bitch, no I’m not married
Bitch who your dad
Bitch who your dad
Bitch who your dad
Bitch I’m your dad
I can hurt your feelings, man
[Hook]
Bitch I’m your dad

My chain like a lightning bolt, bitch, call me Usain
I might fuck your teacher so that you pass your spanish
Imma fuck your couch-a, nigga, call me Rick James
She like how I slap that ass
I can hurt your feelings, man
If that pussy wet, bitch, you can call me again
She like how I slap that ass
Dad, dad, dad, dad…
[Verse 1:]
Bitch who your dad
Ralph Simmons the sweater, they like how I be stylish
Futuristic Nikes on
I don’t trust a bloat nigga cause we ain’t the same
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
I come in the party and I straight to the back
Bitch who your dad

Show I.D. before you get in, bitch I ain’t playin’
Dad’s still out here pimpin, pull up wippin the Caddy
I do what I want I don’t think I’m gonna change
Imma have to tax a bitch cause I’m Uncle Sam
Dad dressed like a cholo, bitches calling me papi
Blocked her in my DMs, then I slid in her friend’s
Bitch I’m your dad
Bitch who your dad
She rubbin’ on that big boy she say she want some dad
Listen to yo daddy, let me put you on game
[Verse 2:]
C-notes for my kids, dad out here splashin’
Futuristic Nikes on
20 points a game, whoo, James is not average

Bitch I’m your dad
20k today, James out here havin’
[Intro]
Futuristic Nikes on
Bitch who your dad
I got my own record label, I can’t be managed
My college bitch 21, I feel like savage
Your momma gon’ fuck the kid
She rubbin’ on that big boy she say she want some dad
Your sister want the dick, your auntie throwin the panties
Bitch I’m your dad
Bitch I’m your dad
[Hook]
Your momma gon’ fuck the kid
Bitch I’m your dad

So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
R.I.P to Shawty Lo cause I am the man (Bankhead!)
Your momma gon’ fuck the kid
So high feel my heart beat I look like Eddie Kane

RiFF RaFF – My Ice

My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
RiFF
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
My ice, my ice, my ice
[Hook]
White ice man diamonds big as a knee pad
I’m eating shrimp on my burberry blimp
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice, my ice
91 surpreme gas mango matte Maybach
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
[Intro]
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence
[Verse 1]
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
[Hook]
I’m at the Trump Towers on the escalator
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
[?] right back at the state park
If it ain’t about the paper, I’ma see you later

But don’t get confused, my wrist is a zoo
My ice, my ice, my ice
When Gucci got out, I had to call my jeweler
[Hook]

Not bad, drop Jag
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
I rock more ice than a figure skater
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
They tried to steal my style but I was rocking reptile
Shot more jumpers than Scott Skiles, aquaberry smiles
My ice, my ice, my ice
Paint wetter than a mop as I proceed to chop blocks
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice

My ice, my ice, my ice

My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
Paper tag on the back
I was gon’ leave five stacks but valet scratched my bag
All my diamonds are see through blue, RiFF
It’s the versatile crocodile, Iceberg Simpson [?]
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
Four tube socks filled with solid gold blocks
Parked outside of Fort Knox, Porsche Boxster [?]
Started to hate waiting, Cadillac Escaladed
[Verse 2]
Like a drunk doctor, I lost my patients

Russ – T-Pain

[Hook x2: Russ]
Make me wanna’ spend it all on you
Cause you look so good
Let’s talk about you and me
[Refrain: Russ]
Put it on me, it’s no longer on you (yeah)
Put it on me, it’s no longer on you (yeah)
Now I can’t leave her lonely (naw)

Imma’ take that stress off your shoulders
[Verse 2: Russ]

But are you gonna’ fall through?
Now I think she want me (want me)
Cause I feel a little lost inside, and I need you
Man, you don’t understand she make me always say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh
Really think us is what it should be
We hit the bed then always, always make her say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh
We hit the bed then always, always make her say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh
[Hook x2: Russ]
Now I think she want me (want me)
Pick up, when I call you
Oh, I can’t believe it
And just give me your mile
Now we can sit here and argue
[Verse 1: Russ]
Girl, I brought you in my world just to show you what it could be
Really think you need some ventilation
Imma’ take that stress off your shoulders

Okay, I was flying solo
All I really need is timin’
Cause you look so good
Make me wanna’ spend it all on you
[Refrain: Russ]
Let’s talk about you and me
Oh oh, she all on me (on me)
Now, stop running your mouth
Girl ever since I found you I don’t hear them other bitches cause they so so, mmmm
Oh, I can’t believe it
Mix a little Tanqueray with your love, got me feeling all warm inside
And if that dude comes flexin’, Imma’ show him what this boss shits about
Imma’ take you on an island
Oh oh, she all on me (on me)
Now I can’t leave her lonely (naw)
Man, you don’t understand she make me always say, yeeaahh, yeeaahh, yeeaahh
Baby, I brought you in my ride just to have a conversation
Then I saw you, woah

T-ara – Diamond (다이아몬드) (Live)

Yep, yep, Look at me now
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해
Diamonds only Diamonds only
Cuz I’m the Diamonds only Diamonds only
Diamonds only Diamonds only
가장 눈에 띄게 누구보다 밝게
이제야 나라는 걸 느껴 Yeah I know it’s true
내 안에 빛은 더 선명한 걸

결국 woo, woo 너 일 뿐 woo, woo Oh, oh
그렇게 멀리 선 날 모를 걸
나만을 빛내줘 날개를 달아줘
나만을 빛내줘 날개를 달아줘
(Back in my world, Back in my world)

비좁고 깊숙한 곳 먼지 쌓이듯 날 꼭 둘러싼
그 속에 자그만 반짝임이
Diamonds only Diamonds only
투명해 보여도 단단한 걸
길을 잃은 세상 속에 꿈을 꿀 수 있게
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해
가장 눈에 띄게 누구보다 밝게

감출 수도 없게 내 마음이 닿게

짙은 woo, woo 어둠 woo, woo

Cuz I’m the Diamonds only Diamonds only
넘보기만 하면 궁금할 걸
머릿속 가득히 퍼져갈 걸
점점 눈부시게 날개를 펼칠래
보기완 다르게 섬세할 걸
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해

Cuz I’m the Diamonds only Diamonds only
Yep, yep, Look at me now

마치 차원이 다른 woo, woo 보물 woo, woo
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해
모두가 탐내지 Like a fanasy
기나긴 시간에도 한치의 흔들림이 없지
Knock, Knock, Knock on the door
아름다움 속에 난 또 특별함을 더해
가까이 볼수록 더 놀랄 걸

숨겨둔 모습에 날 원할 걸
Knock, Knock, Knock on the door
하나둘 woo, woo 펼친 꿈 woo, woo Oh, oh
눈치를 살펴봤자 나를 감당하는 건

Kyle Lucas – Cellar Door

Try to distract with a magic act, disappear so I wrote this
Go and reach the elite to beach we go
You hung your own self, I just showed you were that rope is
And I swear this shit got worse once you got off your Zoloft
Get revenge, get revenge

That you fucked whole time well an eye for an eye
You should probably get back on that shit
Sick of being your punching bag, it’s like fuck this hag
Ugh, these ho’s need Jesus, or these ho’s new Moses
Then act surprise when you get a rise, i mean no shit, bitch you know this
Im a be honest, It’s so beyond us
Guess i’m at my last straw
But you asked for it

I know it’s hard to stomach, had to keep it 100

Or these ho’s need Buddha, or a least shit a higher dosage
[Verse 2]
But when it comes to you i’m like a surgeon, who’s hands shaky
Getting back together how you dying to try
All that Dilaudid, got your eyes red like piranhas
[Hook 2]
Keeps saying how she’s innocent, talks about she’s so intimate
Get revenge
I guess you think I wouldn’t notice
… or at least go and talk to somebody
I mean why you gotta be on that ho shit
Keep sending me all those diatribes
[Verse 3]
It’s hard to rationalize when you turn pre-madonna
[Verse 1]
Well, sub tweet till your thumbs week
It’s like you only fight with me just to hear yourself talk
I don’t even need no handshake from your new man i mean for damn sake
Then turn around and you lying about guys
Cause something in you still scaring me, i’m thinking it’s a little psychosis
Cellar Door
Sick of being your rag doll
I don’t deal with these people
With new guys but still finds time just to constantly vent on the internet
You get so heated like you sleep up in a sauna
Young girl with an old soul
I’m just a dude with a decent flow
Look I don’t even know how we lost control
And come back settle down to a decent home
Had 99 problems you were damn near all of ‘em
I guess you think I lost all focus

[Hook 1]
I lack patience
Because shit was all good just a week ago
Why you gotta bring up that old shit
Keep typing and writing about how you was right but won’t get a response out of me no
I’ma go fuck all your friends
Now were even, now we’re even
Yup
Ho please, we know
Especially when you so evil
Get revenge
I don’t even know how we lost all hope
Probably go and get some therapy, least maybe little life coaching
Ima go fuck all your friends
[Intro]
Speak heat over beats the emcee i know
Or text back after each show

Girls Next Door – Deep Blue Eyes (Idol Drama Operation Team) (Live)

내 마음 들켜버리겠죠

You gotta put me on

Deep blue Eyes
이제는 다가와
Right here right here
마주치면 부끄러워 baby
널 첨 본 순간 느꼈죠
Deep blue Eyes
난 난 또 너만 보다가
What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
내 마음 들켜버리겠죠
홀려버린 듯한 느낌
그만하자면서 보고 싶어 매일매일
네 깊은 눈 속에 가둬줘

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
알게 모르게 너만 보다가

Oh Catch my mind
첫눈에 반해버린 건지도 모르겠어
I’m with U
Oh Catch my mind
Broong broong
나를 보며 무슨 생각을 하나요
언제부터인지 모르겠어

What you What you gonna do
Oh Catch my mind
시크한 듯 부드러운 네 미소

What you What you gonna do
부끄럽게 baby

Deep blue Eyes
Deep blue Eyes
Oh baby
이런 분위기 I like that
그대의 눈 속 안에서 살 수 있게
티켓은 이미 끊어놨어
난 난 또 너만 보다가

여전히 맘도 그대를
난 너의 눈을 바라보다 보면
나는 여기까지 와버렸어
마법에 걸린 것 같지

멍하니 보다가
What you What you gonna do
Oh baby

빨려 들어갈 것 같아
Catch my mind
멍하니 보다가
Oh Catch my mind
너 주말에 뭐 하니
Oh baby
너 주말에 뭐 하니
원하고 있는 것 같지
Deep blue Eyes
Catch my mind
그림자조차 숨죽여
네 눈빛에 홀려서
I want U I need U
눈을 뜨면 네 생각뿐이야

You are My baby let’s Go
녹아 버릴 것만 같아
어쩔 줄 몰라 몸이 bebe

알게 모르게 너만 보다가
난 몰라 무슨 짓을 한 거야
내가 도망치지 못하게

Catch my mind
더 더 깊은 곳으로 갈 거야

Oh Catch my mind
휴가는 너에게 반납할게
I’m with U
난 너의 눈을 바라보다 보면
What you What you gonna do
나를 보며 무슨 생각을 하나요

쑥스럽게 baby
What you What you gonna do

I’m with U

Deep blue Eyes

너 주말에 뭐 하니
녹아 버릴 것만 같아
Oh Catch my mind
그 눈에 빠지고 싶은 기분이야

I Love U baby
Deep blue Eyes
기대치는 하늘 높이까지 올라가네

What you What you gonna do

빨려 들어갈 것 같아

What you What you gonna do
What you What you gonna do
헤엄치고 싶어
너가 묻는 말엔 다 네네
시크한 듯 부드러운 네 미소

넌 그냥 올라타면 돼

NCT 127 – Summer 127

다른 곳 (신나는 곳 oh)

설레는 이 느낌
너와 함께하는 순간
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
You feel me now, you feel me right
뜨거운 바다로 로 로
Let it go
가까이 있을 때만 되는 stepping
건강해지는 move야 physical fitness
선명히 날 깨우는 파도
널 찾은 난 lucky
그 곳으로 jump on (baby)
우리는 몸으로 세련미를 구사해
빠져들어 저 멀리
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
내 목에 올려줘 너의 손
맘 이끌리는데로
너와 함께

서로 균형같이 찾아 close
뜨거운 태양아래
Rocking에 popping을 더해
Eyes are locked how it starts good baby
뜨거운 바다로 로 로

Talk to me eye 나와 넌 don’t stop it

너와 함께
Hold on slippery floor
Get it on, get get get get it on
그 곳으로 jump on (baby)
푸른 바다 위로
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
잠깐만 멈춰봐 숨이 차
핸들에 몸을 맡겨 baby

I just wanna dance with you
떨어지지 않아도 돼

위 아무도 내 주위엔 you only
푸른 바다 위로
저 바다로, 저 바다로, let it go
그 곳으로 jump on (baby)
푸른 바다 위로
Get it on, get get get get it on
Yeah yeah yeah ah bad ass
아무도 모르게 멀리 떠나볼래
뜨거운 태양아래
새로운 여행을 만나
맘 이끌리는데로
I just wanna dance with you
널 찾은 난 lucky
너도 같은 기분이지
빠져들어 저 멀리

손 안 놓지 춤출 때 특히
I just wanna dance with you
마치 내일은 없게 oh
볼륨을 올려줘 더 크게
함께 하자 day and night
뜨거운 태양아래
Girl, I just wanna dance with you
맘 이끌리는데로
유사해 (like this)
Krumping (shake that ass)
Come on double step that’s why
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)

돌아가야 하는 끝에서
밤이 내일까지 이어가게
태양보다 뜨거운 맘
너 땜에 설레는 맘 감추게
설레는 이 느낌
가볼까 (더 멀리)
아무도 모르게 멀리 떠나볼래
Get it on, get get get it on (dance)
아무 말도 안 해도 괜찮아
빠져들어 저 멀리
(다 잊고서 잠시 잊고서)
이미 흔들고 있자나 너의 twerking

Wi$e – Black Magic

Uh, know she love a nigga, feel her friends getting jealous
Gone, where’s Waldo
Don’t hit my line, who the fuck are you anyway?
Facts, do a bitch cold then I put it on wax, yeah
[Chorus]
Too fly, had to change clothes
Fucked her then bounce, don’t do the fade away

[Verse 2]
Tried to play a nigga, shawty ended up embarrassed
Got good head, still never met her parents
Thought you knew game but I’ll show you the ropes
Yeah, dick her down good, now she wanna wear my necklace
Cop car, mind blown
Real cool nigga but they know I don’t play though
Damn, so much for my playbook
Black magic
Uh, whip it like Django
Joint full of lettuce, got a bad ho, want to take her out to Paris
Uh, blow it out the sunroof, nigga gettin’ careless
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Yeah, she drinkin’ LSA

Yeah, black magic
Woah, made me get even, her friend had some shit to say, nah
Had to put the gas in the console
Catch ’em backstage, tell ’em pull up at the condo
Woah, neck on gold, nose ring full of carats
I want the bread and the queso
Yeah, black magic
Damn, that’s tragic
Damn, that’s tragic
But I been grinding since I ran out the gate though
Got a full house on my lease slow
Damn, that’s tragic
Nah, never meet the parents
Still ran it back like beast mode
Niggas wonder how it happened
So I took her out to Paris
You still think I’m a joke?
Fuckin’ his daughter, she treat me like father’s day
Top five nigga, case closed
Dish ’em to my nigga like I’m Rajon Rondo
Told that bitch it’s black magic
Hell nah it ain’t safe bro
Had to step back off of G code
Had to skip work ’cause I thought I was underpaid
Yeah, black magic
Yeah, black magic
Damn, that’s tragic
Thought about signing but I heard you niggas pay slow
Moved to the A then a nigga started rappin’ (facts)
Yeah, yeah, aight
Uh, told her day one bitch don’t get embarrassed
oah, spazzin’
Livin’ nigga but I’m too cold
Pronto, need it pronto
You niggas dead when I say so
Told her come get me, yeah andale, andale
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Bitch don’t get embarrassed
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine

[Chorus]
Two chicks, need the combo
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Bitch you wonder how it happened
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Neck look like marmalade
Nose diamond and my neck gold

Hit my nigga Tiggy, watch him pull up in a Bronco
Mama looked at me like what would your father say?
Told a bad bitch take a picture, what a savage
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Giving niggas game like cheat codes

Jhene Aiko – Hello Ego (Don’t Stop) (feat. Chris Brown)

Give a fuck ’bout a friendly
I’ve been chosen, I’ve been chosen
I won’t break down
[Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
It’s too high, it can crash down
I need to focus
It’s me that can’t keep a relationship
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
Please do not fuck up my high
Don’t stop (no)
And yeah, I know I’m supposed to be about my money
And anything my family need they get it from me
You told ’em, you fuckin’ with me
I don’t know how
You like these regular hoes
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
I don’t know how
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Ooh, you know I won’t stop
Don’t stop now
And I know you noticed it

You need to act like you know that
I wear my heart like my tattoos
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

I don’t know how
Baby are you my first sentence?
I should stop drinking, I should stop smoking
Don’t stop now
Don’t lose your mind, in the glass house
They call me crazy, these bitches know I got issues
Don’t stop now (don’t stop now)

You already know this
You need to act like you know it
[Chorus: Jhené Aiko & Chris Brown]
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I’m the coolest, coolest, and the truth is (truth is)
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
I got that potion, hocus pocus shit, yeah
[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
Don’t stop now
I just do what I feel like, I don’t deal with no logic
I’ve been up for days now
I’ve been up down, up, up, back down
Judge, don’t care ’bout accomplishments
Don’t stop now
‘Cause that baby gotta eat when she get hungry
Stay in your lane now
Oh, you know I won’t stop
I don’t know how
I could do it, do it, I’m the truest, truest
I know that you fuckin’ with me
[Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Need to stop it now, stop it now
I’ma be real, real, real, real, real, real honest
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop

For all these bitches you hurt when
I share my tears, with fuckin’ tissues

Man I got some real, real, real, real, real, real problems

I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I don’t
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
‘Cause I got these vic-good and verses
Oh, no, no, you’re bringin’ down my high
I’m not these regular hoes
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
But don’t, but don’t stop
Oh, you know I won’t stop
I don’t know, I don’t know how (no)
[Outro: Jhené Aiko]
You in my way now
Oh, don’t you stop now (don’t you stop now, girl)
Oh, please do not fuck up my high
Oh, no, no, you’re bringin’ down my high
I don’t know how
So when shit get ugly
[Verse 1: Jhené Aiko]
‘Cause, the jail cell ain’t got limo tints
Nana, nana, na
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
I need to chill, I really need to chill, I need to stop it
I am the dopest, I’m the dopest
Won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop
Playing on these bitches, they ain’t shit
You’re bringin’ down my high
When I gotta hold back fuckin’, whenever I wanna hit it

Joey Fatts – Everybody Knows (feat. Jmsn & Curren$Y) (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

Help out all my dawgs
Don’t mistake the enigma, boy I’m a street nigga
Yeah

Kick it with the livin’, the dead ones live on
Shiftin’ gears

Uh…shit from my gas
Had my pops sick when I went spent 80 on this
But everybody knows (because everybody knows)
[Hook: JMSN]
God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby
People come and go, but everybody knows
Some of my niggas just want degrees
[Verse 2: Curren$y)
You probably think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold
That’s why, we here
Seperating ourselves from our past
Made me a star, bought my daddy a car
Was the plan, nigga

This is why we here, still, with so

Perfectin’ our roll over the yams
To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan
Swervin’ and swervin’, pushin’ a 6
Just educated, so these people like to deal with us
Say its chess not checkers, baby
[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
He said I ain’t learned shit when he was movin’ these bricks
That I’m fine without you
Crazy pay from the verbal assault
I got her waitin’, she open, she’s trying to come and go
Depositin’ more cake in the vault
Through the songs
Say this the life of a don
But everybody knows (because everybody knows)
Infatuated with laws, checks, and money rolls
Yeah
Perfectin’ our roles over the years
Without mistaking, we blow it because it comes and go
On the phone with my lawyer talkin’ about six figures
[Hook: JMSN]
See their face in smoke traces from the bong
[Intro: Curren$y]
I said only if he knew how much money I’m gettin’, nigga
Yeah
Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you
Shit so serious, man, project window, box fan
Pacin’ around the villa in some Supreme slippers
Diamond pieces for my niece
A boss at all cost
Because a king shall fuck on a pawn
I don’t think none of them wrong
Many people ended up lost
Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you
That I’m fine without you
Seperatin’ ourselves from our peers
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
And fell off, but I remain
Ain’t shit changed, yeah I’m still off 7th baby
My niggas ask for guns and keys
Keep the baddest queen up under my arm
People come and go, but everybody knows

Joey Fatts – Uhaul (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

Never paid a bitch but always paid my dues
Uhaul niggas making moves
[Hook]
At his corner pocket with that stick like its pool
I just fuck a rat niggas bitch last Tuesday
Uhaul niggas making moves
Watch for one-time…
Watch for one-time, I got too much shit to lose
And if he did than that boy was on the news
And a nigga never played me like a fool

And a nigga never played me like a fool
[Verse]
Never paid a bitch but always paid my dues
In an r8 feeling like joker in that movie
Savage crisis got to watch where you moving
Nigga you a bitch, my favorite bitch, you niggas food
Watch for one-time, I got too much shit to lose…
[Hook]

Suicide Squad, bad bitch with an Uzi
Slide one-time then double back with that tool
Do a show the same night like everything cool
Cutthroat shit bitch fuckin’ with the movement
At his corner pocket with that stick like its pool
Slide one-time then double back with that tool
And if he did than that boy was on the news
Watch for one-time, I got too much shit to lose…
Nigga you a bitch, my favorite bitch, you niggas food
Then after a show let the bad bitch chew me, oouuwee
I’ve been out here fucking all these groupies, truely

Joey Fatts – Every Little Thing (feat. Playboi Carti) (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

That hoe tryna leave when she see who’s in the stash

I be on my guap, smoking on that jit
I’m a real nigga, you a little bitch
Like we ain’t got shit to do baby
Probably be flexin’ with my crew
3 chains on, still ain’t buy that hoe shit

Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Like we ain’t got shit to do baby
Every little thing that we do
[Hook: Joey Fatts]
[Intro]
She ain’t worried about it girl, this between me and you
That’s my cutthroat bitch, aye little cutthroat, that’s my cutthroat bitch

Probably be flexin’ with my crew

Should be between me and you
She gone have a fit when she see my new bih
That hoe tryna leave when she see the new crib

Nigga I’m flexin’ up on you
Every little thing that we do
Money bags shawty might just give you a whole bag
Every little thing that we do
Nigga I’m flexin’ up on you
[Hook: Joey Fatts]
[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Imma keep it true, I ain’t gots another bih
When you see me out here flexing in my coupe
All this gold on my body gotta keep a tool
Probably be flexin’ with my crew
Had to buy an Audi because a nigga crashed the coupe
And she never say a word, that’s why I fuck with you
Like we ain’t got shit to do baby
[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Hoe top me off in my whip, hoe sick
The freaky things that we do
Should be between me and you
Ride his dick like a Ducati in the pussy
Should be between me and you
When you see me out here flexing in my coupe
[?]
Should be between me and you
When you see me out here flexing in my coupe
Please gon have a fit when he see my new whip
She gon fuck the whole gang if i ask her to
Nigga I’m flexin’ up on you
Always coolin’ never bollin you know how I move
So tell me if you bout it because a nigga sliding thru
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]

Joey Fatts – Do What You Need To (feat. Xavier Wulf & Maxo Kream) (I’ll Call You Tomorrow II Album)

[?]
Do exactly what they’re supposed to
[Hook: Xavier Wulf]

Do what you need to
Plot twist we dissed them hard
Hang around a snake before I ever trust a rat
I hear these niggas talking shit, that’s cool dude
She don’t need you
I ain’t got my boosie fade but baby
I’mma zoom to you

I pull up backseat in car service
Now they’re looking miserable
I ain’t got my boosie fade but baby
You niggas dusty talking thrash
Fast break, ankle break
[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Do what you need to
Trap [?] (hello)
I brought a broom for you
[Hook: Xavier Wulf]
Jumping, we do this shit often
They backstage, every show

Do exactly what they’re supposed to
I let these hoes
Work a little bitch like a dumbbell (word)
Glock 4, extendo, keep extensions less on weed (Shanaynay)
I hear these niggas talking shit but I’m like nigga please (yuh)
Do exactly what they’re supposed to
I’mma zoom to you
Plot twist we dissed them hard
Don’t act funny bitch, you ask around I’ve been that dude
Big money, shit, you niggas looking minuscule
You niggas dusty talking thrash
You know I don’t need to
I pull up backseat in car service
We don’t do good with that talkin’
Yeah, if you ain’t getting money I can’t fuck with you
Now they’re looking miserable
Draco, choppers and handhelds (boom boom)
Plot twist we dissed them hard
Waiting for the crew
I brought a broom for you
Hydro hide your shops (what)
They backstage, every show
Waiting for the crew
Need more lean like a kickstand
What’s this his bitch, I got a feeling
She don’t need you
Ain’t no better to pay me they gon’ [?]
Sixty for the [?] (what you need)
You know I don’t need to
Trap out the vacay [?] everything you need (ay)
Waiting for the crew
You know I don’t need to
‘Cause, you ain’t fucking me unless you fuck the crew
Put that fuckboy in a coffin
Give them dick, never give bitches my residuals
I’mma zoom to you

What’s this bitch, I got a feeling
They backstage, every show
(Beep) Feel like it’s retarded
You niggas dusty talking thrash
I got a Jason mask on my face
[Hook: Xavier Wulf]
Now they’re looking miserable
Maxo, you a snitch
I hear these niggas talking shit, that’s cool dude
I let these hoes
These niggas, they gon’ hate but boy that’s nothing new
Check ball, make it take it
Do what you need to
Nigga pump fake like a sixth man
I let these hoes
[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Get off your [?]
What’s this bitch, I got a feeling

She don’t need you
I ain’t got my boosie fade but baby
Birdie on my Glock (boom boom)
I pull up backseat in car service
I hear these niggas talking shit, that’s cool dude
I’m a nigga smacking that rushy
I brought a broom for you
Trapping like a vegan I got lettuce bro
But see you face to face is when they fuck with you
I can’t sell no packs

Ice Cube – Only One Me (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

Hand full of ass, why should I retire
[Chorus]
With Too Short and the D-R-E
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
They are not confused by a wannabe
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
Original, original, I’m the prototype

Original, original, he the copy right
[Verse 1]
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Original, original, I’m the prototype
They are not confused by a wannabe
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Original, original, he the copy right
The pyroclastic flow, this insane
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Original, original, I’m the prototype
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
[Intro]
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest

Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
Motherfuckers love me
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me

Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
They are not confused by a wannabe
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
Leave you baffled and gaffled
Grab that cold ass white man steel
They are not confused by a wannabe
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Nigga no
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
Original, original, he the copy right
Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
[Outro]
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Original, original, he the copy right
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
We made it too hard, check our family tree
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta

And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
Original, original, I’m the prototype

Big drills, found him in the landfill
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
[Verse 2]
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
So what you from the gutter
That’s some gangsta shit
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
Look homie, you can be my cronie
[Chorus]

And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
Gangsta Shit!
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
You got 30 years but you my man still

Ice Cube – Good Cop Bad Cop (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

White police showin’ out for the black cop
Black police showin’ out for the white cop
But I swing like Jack and the Beanstalk
What you doing boy, turning that blood clart
Always braggin’, bout that new case they got
Come after cuffs, knock off the rust
Chop them down, when these bitches tryna lock me down
Don’ act like yo ass never heard of that
Still tryna’ act proud as peacock
White police showin’ out for the black cop
The mace has a terrible fuckin’ taste
Bad cop asking you to lie in court
Ain’t no motherfuckin’ drugs up in my spot

Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot
Clean cop, clean cop, rollin’ with that mean cop
Truth be told, motherfuck the blue code
Bad cop asking you to distort
Bro you fuckin’ high cop, don’t even try cop
Good cop, good cop fillin’ out your report
Good cop, is that just a fantasy?
Lazy cop, fuckin’ with that crazy cop
Cube kidnap your mind, Patty Hearst
Already know Craig let the brick go
Motherfucker’ tryna blow me out my Reebox
Send another young brother up north

The judge sabotaged my fuckin’ case
Racist motherfucker
Send another young sister off course
And my motherfuckin’ tickets to the sky box
White police showin’ out for the black cop
Good cop, good cop, where is your dignity?
Good cop, good cop, rollin’ with that bad cop
Fuck the po-po actin’ like Deebo
The pen is a terrible fuckin’ place
A nine is terrible in your face
Hell on that nigga, snitch on that bitch
Kill the curse that was placed on the universe
While these motherfuckers chill on the golf course
West coast, war lord
Make me mad, that’s when I get swole up
Black police showin’ out for the white cop
Black Lives Matter, it’s not chit chatter
Throw my hands up, you still wanna bust
Clean cop, clean cop, fucking with that dirty cop
Bust a verse, that make your ass hit reverse
Fuck a black and white, the winner ain’t actin’ right
The kings all hate the fuckin’ ace
Robots, can’t give a damn who the fuck’s shot
Blacker, than the black knight
All you find in my closet is the high top
Where is your sympathy?
Yep, dick controller
Tell the truth cop, with that true or lie cop
Hit the ground, hit the turf, walk the earth
‘Cause all they wanna do, is scatter brain matter

Hold up nigga, I’m a rider
Black police showin’ out for the white cop
The Trojan horse, is full of the sense of force?
White police showin’ out for the black cop
Black police showin’ out for the white cop
You know that mean cop might need a detox
Youse a roll up
The Incredible Hulk is bipolar
Do or die cop, with that suicide cop
Bad cop, where’s your humanity?
Black police showin’ out for the white cop

When they try get aggressive, niggas off the porch
Where’s your empathy?