Got your love – Riot feat. Dirtyphonicslyrics

You got your love, your sweet love. (x2)
Make it hot. And keep the fires burning baby. Make it hot. Keep the fires burning baby. And keep the fires burning baby. Riot lyrics
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Keep the fires burning baby. (x2)
Make it hottt. We set the place on fire. Lyrics Riot – Got your love
You got your love, got your love. You got your love, got your love. You got your love, your sweet love.

Running wild – Lowself feat. Krue lyrics

Higher
So unbound
Cause we’re running wild
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Running wild
Running wild
And we don’t care
We don’t mind. Behinddd. Behind. Leaving everything, everything. Leaving everything, everything. Cause we’re running wild
Running wild
Running wild
And we don’t care
We don’t mind. Off the ground
Off the ground. Lowself lyrics
Video wild Lyrics Lowself – Running wild
Talks deep
Loves deep
Can you take me higher, higher?(running wild)
You and me
Meant to be
Would you take me higher, higher?

GARBAGE – No Horses lyrics

They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you too
[Verse 2]
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll come to you
They’ll use you too
They’ll sell you too
And they’ll steal from you too
[Verse 3]
There’ll be no apologies
And no more security
There will be no cops
Just men with guns
In their shiny black uniforms
And their big black boots
With their shiny black batons
And their sleek black cars
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
And their skeleton keys
And there will be no marches
And there will be no purity
And no more TV
And no more motorcades
[Chorus]
And no horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades
[Bridge]
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
I’ve been awake all night
And the sun don’t shine
And the night’s so long
That the moon is in shock
And all the lovers turn cops
And all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
[Chorus]
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades
[Outro]
There’ll be nothing to believe
Nothing to lose
There’ll be nothing to hide
And there’ll be nothing to grow
There’ll be nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Cause this is the apocalypse
Yeah, this is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
That killed the horses

FRENCH MONTANA – A Lie lyrics

Uh, ball star shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I’d have a little fun with it
Montana, Montana, ow
You know what it is when you’re hearin’ that, haaaaan
Yep, we gon’ get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin’ fix, yeah
Sippin’ all day got me leanin’ off the kickstand
House on my neck, ‘nother house on my wristband
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin’ six pack
No time for restin’ (restin’)
My life’s a mess, end up bein’ a fuckin’ legend (legend)
An icon, tryna cement it (‘ment it)
I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7 (game 7)
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’ (all the time)
I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause my ex is
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
I’m in the cold, rep the north like I’m Trudeau (yeah)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)
[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It, it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
I hope the box don’t spread like the rumors
Sad, but it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
We was bite down, now we true’d up (a lie)
She, she say the baby mine’s, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
If I ain’t the hottest in the city, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke
‘Fore, ‘fore I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker (yeah)
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock
Me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
And if I ain’t the new Chapo, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
And if he try and tell you we gon’ stop, that’s a lie
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)
[Verse 3: Max B]
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
Daddy’ll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Knowin’ I gotta make
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
Told me, “Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man”
Bustin’ quickies and dippin’
That be somethin’ I can’t stand
Other plans, baby, had of late
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain’t talkin’ cereal
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
Baby girl, comin’ home and you can’t stay, out
[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

FRENCH MONTANA – Famous lyrics

I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn’t stand a chance
There’s no way you would go for a man like me if you had options
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I’ll always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Fly low with the angel
I said “fake it ’till you make it”
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you “stick to the basics”
The empire started in the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken
You know it might cut ya
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if your mama know
When they get too close for playing
[?]
Because no one gonna love you like I do
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
[Bridge]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

FRENCH MONTANA – White Dress lyrics

Twenty bands
[?]
[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears
[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with [?]
Wrath with the styles
Talkin’ me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty [?]
See the future like I’m Rocco
And I fall feel like [?]
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreign
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Cors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I [?] on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie [?] with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy [?] a million
[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice [?]
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?

FRENCH MONTANA – She Workin lyrics

Bassy]
Baby, I’m ’bout your love
(Montana)
I’m trying to let these demons out
(Basie, you know what it is)
But, baby, you know me too well
Once we get it going we don’t stop (Don’t stop)
So stop it (don’t stop it), can’t stop it
Haaan Bassy]
Baby, I’m ’bout your love (can’t stop)
I’m trying to let these demons out (can’t stop, no)
But, baby, you know me too well
Once we get it going we don’t stop
So stop now, can’t stop no
[Post-Chorus: French Montana]
Mmm, she know what to do with it
Gotta make a move strong, can’t fool with it
She moving like a fool with it
All that ass, let me show you what to do with it
I ain’t slippin’ that’s the rules with it
Baby, is you fooling me or are you fooling ’em
I’ma catch that off the rim
And I hope you meant cool when I’m calling you
[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
She working and I know all the things that she do on the low
She flirts and yeah she bad
You know she could spend and make it back
(Montana)
[Bridge: French Montana]
I feel in love with her overseas
Scared trump, might fuck up the visa
We in that drop, head bumping shawty
Love you like Kanye love Kanye
Love you like Whitney loved Bobby
Canary rock can’t fit through your front pocket
She got expensive taste
Met her last night, moved her in the crib today
[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
She working and I know all the things that she do on the low
She flirts and yeah she bad
You know she could spend and make it back
(Montana)
[Chorus: Marc E. Baby, I’m ’bout your love (can’t stop, no)
I’m trying to let these demons out (can’t stop, no)
Baby, you know me too well (oh no)
Once we get it goin’ we don’t stop
So stop now, can’t stop, no
And, baby, I’m blacking out
I think we got to order more (can’t stop, no)
And, girl, I don’t know what we did (what we did, what we did)
That ever dance right on the floor
On the floor, on the floor
[Post-Chorus: French Montana]
Mmm, she know what to do with it
Gotta make a move strong, can’t fool with it
She movin’ like a fool with it
All that ass, let me show you what to do with it
I ain’t slipping that’s the rules with it
Baby, is you fooling me or are you fooling ’em
I’ma catch that off the rim
And I hope you meant cool when I’m calling you
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Don’t be acting like Iggy all fancy
Shoutout to Selena for the mansion
Shawty on the Bieber, she dancing
Catch me with JLo in the Hamptons
Shawty got a groove, let’s make this a vibe
Back at the crib playing bogus or not
Me and my niggas we came up from the block
Now we on top, got the crew with me
[Pre-Chorus: Marc E.

FRENCH MONTANA – Stop It lyrics

I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
[Pre-Chorus: T.I. [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open
[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings
[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful
[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

FRENCH MONTAN – Push Up lyrics

Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Outro]
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Verse 1]
Ridin’ in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
In the [?], lights behind the [?]
Drink a sip of heaven, I’ma do it for my dog
Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
They don’t want no money, niggas actin’ groupie
I’ve been ridin’ in a Benz, bustin’ with the beams
I just want the paper, I don’t need no friends
I was ridin’ with the oh, oh, feelin’ like I’m Guwop
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
I be ridin’ with [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Ridin’ in a V, watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 2]
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Married to the mob, that’s word to my mama
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
I’ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?]
In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci
Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it
Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job
[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

FRENCH MONTANA – Too Much lyrics

I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad
[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York
[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Outro]
Montana!

FRENCH MONTANA – Whiskey Eyes lyrics

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em “Suck a dick”
Once I made my first mil’, I told them “Fuck a brick”
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun
[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

FRENCH MONTANA – Black Out lyrics

Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug]
Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house
Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house
Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make ’em tap out
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
Livin’ so marvelous, we ready to smoke
I think I’m a gangsta, I’m Jeffrey, I’m Sosa
I came out the ‘Nolia, huh
I ride with my brodie, huh
We leavin’ ’em cozy, huh
‘Cause they thinking they know me, huh
Man that donkey made me black out
All the millions, man, we black out
All the cars, man, black out
All that work, made we black out
Brand new old lady sittin’ beside me
I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Verse 2: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
Okay, get it
Hop up out the mothafuckin’ Bentley with a big ol’ pistol on my side
I don’t want nathan with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon’ die
All these niggas think I’m gay ’cause the way I wear my trousers
Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga
Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin’ cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like a fuckin’ monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Outro: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

FRENCH MONTANA – Formula lyrics

Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation
[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh? Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? East Africa, America, eh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh? Bumboclaat! bumboclaat’s truth, right? [Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem
[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]
[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula
[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? New York, Miami, London, eh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?

FRENCH MONTANA – Bag lyrics

(shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn
[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh) Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)
[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki
[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash?

FRENCH MONTANA – Trippin lyrics

Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been? Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, “Come on, it’s gettin’ late”
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

Alana Lee – Perfect Storm Lyrics

ALANA LEEPerfect Storm Lyrics
Taking off from the dock it
It looked like such a clear day
Calm waters and blue sky
As far as the eye could see
I left my compass on the shore
What would I need it for
I didn’t bring a lifeboat
I thought my ship was unsinkable
Who would have known
Something so beautiful on the surface
Given half the chance
Would pull me under like I was worthless
And now I feel my heart sinking
Slowly taking water in
Im calling out may day, mayday
Can anybody hear me, hear me
Im calling out may day, mayday
Feels like im caught in a perfect storm
Im calling out may day, mayday
Can anybody save me
Just like ships wreck, hearts break
All along I was headed for such a perfect storm
I know that im not the first
Im sure I wont be the last
I see someone in the distance
Looks like our sails got slashed
We’re on course for disaster
Iceburg up ahead but I cant turn any faster
Your kisses make me close my eyes
I think ill drown in your arms tonight
Who would have known
Something so beautiful on the surface
Given half the chance
Would pull me under ‘till I was breathless
The wind is picking up again
And now the waves come crashing in
Im calling out may day, mayday
Can anybody hear me, hear me
Im calling out may day, mayday
Feels like im caught in a perfect storm
Im calling out may day, mayday
Can anybody save me
Just like ships wreck, hearts break
All along I was headed for such a perfect storm
Can you hear me
When im screaming
Someone hear my SOS
Im calling out
Can you hear me
Calling out, calling out
Somebody save me
All along I was headed for such a perfect storm
Such a perfect storm
Your such a perfect storm

Ashestoangels – Chases Lyrics

On the inside…
I carry all of this inside of me…
I feel the panic every time you try to breath,
And now you’re shaking and I feel like you have gone to far
And now I’m shaking and I don’t know who you are
And if all we had was time…
And if consequence was nothing,
I could teach you how to climb,
So at least you’d fall for something…
Together perfectly we’re free,
We toast the ghosts of you and me,
What did you expect to find,
On the inside…
I told you things change, I know that is true,
I need you to know I wont, give up on you ASHESTOANGELSChases Lyrics
I’m just one step from burning every single thing I know,
And so I’m hiding and I’m shaking behind ‘self control’
I take it personally every single time you fall,
I’d give it all but i don’t know if I can save them all…
I told you things change, I know that is true,
I need you to know I wont, give up on you
When flames and matches aren’t enough, I have trouble keeping up…
Skins too young to look like that…
You fall, again again again
We were perfect now we’re lost,
Our ghosts and devils count the cost
What did you expect to find?

Superfruit – Future Friends Lyrics

So if it all ends, I promise that one day
We could be Future Friends
And if we let go tomorrow, just know
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends You got your version of love, this I know
I know you put in the time
I see it weigh on your mind
Someone like you is hard to find, this I know
So if it all ends, I promise that one day
We could be Future Friends
And if we let go tomorrow, just know
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
You know I can’t let you go
It hurts to hold you so close
No good at being alone, let’s go slow
Don’t think we’re wasting our time
Even if we’re undefined
Either way we’ll be alright, this I know
So if it all ends, I promise that one day
We could be Future Friends
And if we let go tomorrow, just know
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
Let’s just take this day by day, just works that way
No way, can we plan for forever? SUPERFRUITFuture Friends Lyrics
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
Can’t think about it too much
Is just this moment enough? Let’s just take this day by day, just works that way
No way, can we plan for forever?

Camila Cabello – Omg Lyrics

I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, Cojimar, and LA
[?]
[?]
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me
I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God CAMILA CABELLOOmg Lyrics
Baby what’cha say?

50 Cent – Position Of Power Lyrics

50 CENTPosition Of Power Lyrics
[Intro:]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don’t trip
I’ll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won’t hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don’t trip
You gon’ make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you’re whipped
Aww nigga don’t trip
You gon’ get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique
Aww nigga don’t trip
Case you didn’t know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don’t trip
[Verse 1 – 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin’ in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I’m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin’, bumpin’ Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin’ the east ain’t enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin’, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby’ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin’ fake signs, I’m rockin’ a lil charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus – 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna
[Verse 2 – 50 Cent:]
Where I’m from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don’t need niggas for support, I don’t walk with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don’t f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I’ll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain’t playin’, I’m up early with the birds word
Puttin’ that work in, parrelli’s on the Porsche chirpin’ (I’m making moves)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin’ to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus – 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna