Июль 27

Juice WRLD – Rockstar Status Lyrics

Nice guy
Rockstar status, in the cut, with some Molly missin’
And you know that they dirty dancin’ for the dope
She said she gon’ suck me up until the bitch choke
Bitch I’m Danny Phantom, with the ghost
Pull up in a Phantom, like a ghost, right
Young rich, handsome, did the most, huh
Pop it like Champaigne, she tryna have a toast, right
[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up [Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up
[Verse: 1]
No more Xannies, gave em up
Last time I xannied, I threw up
In her panties, tear it up
She love all my Givenchy, she wear it up
She still running, from my love
Got the demons on me, I’m below high
And I’m done running, from the drugs
But they still running, from my gun, right
Club life, drug life, saw her in the club light
She a killer in the white shirt, that’s that off white
How you finna ball on my turf, that shit offsides
She told me that if I took the right drugs, then I won’t die
[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up
[Verse: 2]
I get money in my lone time, on my own time
I just popped a perc, and called a play so I’ll be fine
Don’t believe in sunshine, I’m a night guy
I lied when I told her I was Mr.

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Июль 27

PnB Rock – Real Luv Lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t find real luv
Yeah Yeahhh
Real luv
[Verse 1]
It was something about your eyes when I met you
Yeah I swear I caught a vibe when I met you
Yeah I swear I fell in love when I text you
Cause they way you fucking talk was intellectual
Member all the times I came to your rescue
Had to wipe your fucking eyes cause they recked you
Used to hit it from the side when I sexed you
God I gotta thank your mom cause she blessed you
Yeah you used to hit my line get faded
I remember all the times we’d get wasted
Girl I used to drop you off on the west side
Used to hit it from the back that’s your best side
[Chorus]
I can’t trust or think now
All that’s on my brain now
I can’t find real love now
Some feel like a drug
You know I thought about you last night
I was on my last flight
I can’t find real love now
And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it
[Verse 2]
Since the last time
I been fucking all these hoes just to past time
I remember when I used to give you all my time
I know you would break my heart just show me all the signs
This shit is crazy used to be my baby
I’m really ready for you to play me
You really tried it
Used to be my bitch
You really lied bitch and now I hope you die bitch
[Chorus]
And I can’t trust or think now
All that’s on my brain now
I can’t find real luv now
Some feel like a drug
You know I thought about you last night
I was on my last flight
I can’t find real luv now
And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it

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Июль 27

Tyga – SWISH Lyrics

[Intro: David Banner]
D.A got that dope
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Verse 1: Tyga & David Banner]
Okay, so high and I’m lookin’ at my Rollie time
Fucked her once gotta call her for the seventh time
So sincere but don’t get out of line
A.I. in his prime, hard net to launch
Swish, do it on me all night
Yeah, I wanna bust it down until it’s daylight
How you keep your toes white and the pussy tight
Ohh, the 42 got you feelin’ nice
Ohh, Kawasaki bout to lick her bike (uh)
Rich, rich, they rich, you know what I like
Cum girl, g-go in overtime
Girl you look good, won’t you, you know the line
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Verse 2: Tyga & David Banner]
Finger fuckin’ money, finger bangin’ to the hunnid (hah)
If you act like you want it, I can put you on it
Too blessed to be stress, sex in the morning
You can have my t-shirt if you really want it
Trunk in the front, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop, pop, pop that
If I gave you my number, better hold that
In the party goin’ dumb, hoes squamates
And I just threw, 20 in the strip
Aye, aye, see this on my wrist
Aye, aye, hunnid on my neck
Bling, bling, saucy with the drip
Could it be my cash, why you on my dick
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Bridge: Tyga, David Banner & Sample]
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Bend that, bend that, bend that ca-
Bend that, bend that, bend that (hah, hah)
Bend that
Pop, pop, pop that
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Outro: Tyga]
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip

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Июль 27

YBN Nahmir – I Got A Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 1]
I got a bag I love to flex
Counting up them bands
Hit my line up for that package
You know my shit the best
She like she just want a passport
So I’m like what you hit my line for
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 2]
Pour sprite in my cup then I pour some juice up in it
And the police on my ass just because my windows tinted
If a nigga want that static my nigga Glizzy let you have it
Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still on that block
And I’m pulled up
A nigga run up on me, he getting fucked up
Those .223s hit yo whip then you out of luck
Nigga want that static choppas gone light they block up
Bitch I’m about a bag now
I be doing shows out of town
Man these niggas wanna be like me
Cause I be fishing in my money deep
I be flexing about a bag
You my son, I make you call me dad
I’m a grind until I get a Jag
No, I’m a grind until I get a pad
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

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Июль 27

DJ Khaled – Where You At Lyrics

[Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
[Verse Two: Freeway]
My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!”
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Khaled! Robert smoking
I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops
He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open
All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga! Uh, uh, uh
[Verse One: Freeway]
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, “Freeway, where you been?”
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he? [Chorus: Freeway & Malice]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini-mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla! Uh, it’s going down, niggas! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga Free! Yes! [Intro: Freeway]
Uh, yeah
Woo! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas
Million records sold and still them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh! [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
[Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T]
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers
Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us
Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers
Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street
Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’
Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!

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Июль 27

L’A Capone – We Up (Solo) Lyrics

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 1]
We at the top now
We riding foreign and shit so let the top down
She wanna top now told her bitch not now
I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now
You ain’t no kin to me
Just a friend to me
I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies
Smoking kush trees
Then we spray febreze
Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees
If I’m ugly
She love me
Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby
So bitch back up
We sacked up
I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 2]
Lemme take them to finesse school
Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool)
I’ll send the haters at dude
Like Lil JB I’m that dude
We them niggas with that attitude
She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule
We ain’t scared of you
We way ahead of you
And on my hands that’s cocaine residue
Throw L’s up
Get filled up
I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya
No snitching
Cause we’ll get ya
I had to do it one time for my niggas
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Outro]
They falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

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Июль 27

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me? [Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

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Июль 27

Vic Mensa – Neon Guts (Remix) Lyrics

Shout out to my nigga Terry Kennedy, this some ice cream, BGK, dirty ghetto kid shit, baker three shit
Shaker shit, haha
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Neon J’s, neon chain
African beads, Prince Ahkane
Grapefrog ring by Wes Lang
In New Zealand, I’m jet skiin’
Rockin’ ice berg like a Looney Tune
My neck yellow rolled, call it Juicy Fruit
Watch and I be different shades of blue
No Versace, I don’t wear Medusa faces
Milo faces on my shoes
This Bape is from 2002
Human Made on the crew
Cherry red Canada Goose
And when I shoot, you play duck, duck, goose
Gucci cuff links on a Burberry suit
I need the cover, I’m so GQ
You try to fuck her, she say “me too”
I feel like Usher, I’m burnin’ the rubber
My weed different colors, I’m smokin’ on Gushers
My wood is a Russian, it’s color a butter
I’m not CIA, but I wear Undercover
Yeah, Faith Connexion, iridescent, yes
Pharrell Chanel, circle lenses, uh
You ask how much did I spend and, shit
I don’t even know, but it’s expensive, uh
Saint Laurent boots
G-class Benzes, clickin’ my heels like Toto in Kansas
I’m at Eleven with neon dancers, neon jacket, neon vantage
We in Atlanta like Deion Sanders
At Blue Flame throwin’ green Ben Franklins
Come to Garcon off of eBay, uh
You wearin’ Dragon Ball Z Bape
I don’t wear Bape after Nigo
I feel like Drake in my peacoat
I’m in a Rick Owens sheepcoat
Neon guts when she deepthroat
We on London at Heathrow
Apple Ciroc, not Tito’s
Spendin’ them Jacksons, like Tito
I’m on hot, like Ebro
Left my ex, Magneto
That’s faneto, Despacito
Lemme get a little bit, un poquito
Pourin’ up Ace, but it taste like [?]
Shorty get wetter than Puerto Rico, ayy
I got love for my Boricuas
I deliver like I’m pea pod
American Express, it’s a green card
That’s a oxymoron, I’m a retard
Crib got a doorman and a key card
On my retro shit I need a [?]
Pornstar from Brazil like Neymar
She suckin’ my soul like De La
Neon dunks, SVs these de la’s
Call me Dorrough with the ice cream paint job
I’m with Towkio, but she tryna Bangkok
No Pinocchio, I don’t do the nose jobs
Pull up in the Elon Musk
Tesla truck, neon cup
Neon drank, neon dank
That’s a fuckin’ trinity like Leo’s nuts
Pause, you never been to Ibiza
Pinstripe Gucci, I feel like a zebra
Throw up the pyramids like I’m in Giza
In Palestine I show [?]
Met Farrakhan and he said I’m a leader
Put No I.D. on beats by Weezer
And I got a colorful aura like Rita
Pop RQ blow, color of Alamarita
Yes, andele, andele, E.I
I’m goin’ Nelly with the white [?] Reeboks
Keep a pump on me like Reeboks
Soulja Boy with the neon Glock
Throwin’ up Star Trak like Spock
Outter space like Star Fox
Stars on the ceilin’ on the Phantom hard-top [Intro]
I had to pull out the cover to America chain if I’m gonna ride a Skateboard beat, ya dig?

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Июль 27

Jon Bellion – Runway Lyrics

Yeah
Well, let me see that smile
‘Cause this is what my workin’ ladies doin’ 9 to 5, hey
How you doin’ single lady? Yeah, Beautiful Mind lookin’ for somebody to move with
And, baby girl, I think the shoe fits
She said she likes a little soul in her music
Well, baby, did you know that I produced this? Yeah, Beautiful Mind lookin’ for somebody to move with
And, baby girl, I think the shoe fits, shoe fits
[Outro: Jon Bellion]
Run-run-runway
Run-run-runway Good
Was your man drivin’ you crazy? And now she gon’ gas up the truck
To make it to the party that she’s gonna rock the same dress at
[Refrain: Jon Bellion]
These girls know how to walk mean (These girls know how to walk mean)
With the swagger of a prom queen (With the swagger of a prom queen)
And I really want to let ’em know (And I really want to let ’em know)
That I love ’em, love ’em, love ’em, love ’em (That I love ’em, I love ’em, I love—)
[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Girls that be budgetin’, mixin’, matchin’, and lovin’ it
Stayin’ independent, payin’ taxes to the government
Double time, overtime, in on they cover-up
And I just wanna butter-up every single one of them
[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway
[Bridge: Jon Bellion]
She said she likes a little soul in her music
Well, baby, did you know that I produced this? [Intro: Jon Bellion]
Beautiful Mind, mind
Oh, mind
Yeah, how you doin’ this evenin’? Yeah
Well, it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause this is what my single ladies goin’ out tonight
[Refrain: Jon Bellion]
These girls know how to walk mean
With the swagger of a prom queen
And I really want to let ’em know
That I love ’em, love ’em, love ’em, love ’em
[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Girls that be budgetin’, mixin’, matchin’, and lovin’ it
Stayin’ independent, payin’ taxes to the government
Double time, overtime, in on they cover-up
And I just wanna butter-up every single one of them
[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway
[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]
Let me let you in on a little, little secret, um
Bottom-line, we just like it when you walk our way
‘Cause we can barely tell the difference when you wear Targét
‘Cause she’s the hottest when she’s modelin’
Basketball shorts, tank-tops, high socks, yeah, she Dolce and Gabbana’s it
She got the dress at H&M for 20 flat
With 10 bucks left on the paycheck, how’s that? Good
Is your boss drivin’ you crazy? This one’s for the ladies
I gotta give ’em somethin’ to move to
[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway
[Verse 1: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
Uh, how you doin’ workin’ lady?

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Июль 27

Xavier Wulf – Chaos Castle Lyrics

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Light up a wood then I get in my zone (oof)
Countin’ them racks got that shit on my own (cash)
Think you want war but this ain’t what you want (bitch)
SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ been at the throne (alright)
You see the shows they all outta control (yeah)
Told the security leave me alone (damn)
Bust out the speakers cause all of the noise (shit)
Started the pit and then started to destroy (bitch)
Start a moshpit when I’m makin’ my entrance (alright)
Fuckin shit up and just stretching my business (yeah)
Stackin my riches I’m straight from the trenches (facts, trenches)
Runnin’ the game like this shit is olympics (shit is game, bitch)
Burn you like bridges, wash you like dishes (yeah)
Bitch I’m a dog and you just a little kitten (alright, just little cat)
Ice on my neck got me feelin all frigid (cold)
Quit the bad guy, little bitch, I’m the villain (bitch)
Makin’ a killin a wonderful feelin’
I’m sellin out shows and trapping out the buidling (yeah)
Niggas be talkin that money and raps but they sleepin’ on mats and got holes in the ceiling (really?)
Me and my niggas is realer than most
We just sit back and smoke we don’t really believe them
Chaos extremist, hot bitch I’m steamin (yeah)
Hated by preachers but loved by the demons
Hoe
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Yo, WaterBoyz Entertainment
Bitch, what, bitch, ay
Open up a pit (pit)
Push ’em in this shit (what)
I ain’t fearin shit (what?)
I fight misery (bitch)
I make history, bitch my power limitless
Them bitches slippery (what?)
I might, I might (bitch)
Medicine estrogen you niggas peasants bitch
Can’t even talk cause ya come-up not sellin’ it
Rellin and Vellin it bitch and the legacy of
These little rappers ain’t nothin’ but irrelevant
No I’m not dwellin it, bitch I’m in hell in it
Learn from my lessons this life I’m not feelin it
Scaling it cropping it bitch there no stoppin’ it
Fuck this [?] shit, I want some proper shit, bitch
Ay, don’t be discreet (what?)
Fuckboys can’t enter like a exit screen
Yo, make it how I want, cause I’m prodigy (I’m a prodigy)
And I push it where I want, my cream beside a G
[Verse 3: Xavier Wulf]
Ay, hatin’ ass niggas, man, thievin’ ass niggas, man
I’ll tell you what, man
For every nigga you gotta cut off give yourself a dollar
And make yourself rich, nigga
Niggas hurt, leave it up to me I’ll leave ’em in the dirt
Coupe vert catch me in my 46’s smokin herb
Rope burn naked neck ass niggas kickin curbs
What’s the word? Treat you like a baby, you can’t come in here
Oh my dear, now his favorite bitch is singin’ in my ear
Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle, goes her chandelier, we over here
Talkin about how you just simply don’t compare, you bitch
[Verse 4: Bones]
(what?)
SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ kickin’ through the door, we back in this bitch
We don’t know you, get some dope for the crew, we ain’t passin shit
Still got that blade, I’ll let it go
Said that you’ll pay, we know you broke
Logic can’t see you, you blend in too easily
How can they not know the way when we paved the whole road
Showed them the ropes, they think they classic
Skeleton boy, filled the world with my static
White Noise my life, distorted mind, don’t know the time and I can’t give you mine
Hold up, wait a second now
Now that I am recollecting
Wasn’t you the one who showed us so much love in the beginning? Yeah, yeah, that was you
Now-now-now just look at you
Always tryin’ to prove you something, but you nothin’, that’s just true
Sorry (don’t say sorry), go cop that ‘rari
Hope you feel better
Materialistic death wish
Underground god I’m the fuckin definition bitch
Brought another motherfucker out who really convinced thinkin’ that it’s him
Lies, False, something about you off
Came out the grave, fucked up the game
I will make sure they remember the name Oh you crossed ya boy you got a bitches nerve
Pull off swerve, drift around the corner then I flip the bird
She got curve, Dominican descent, now I’m onto her
Tesla, bought it for my mama, but a miniature, look at her
Most you niggas fake I cut you every year
Who I fear?

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Июль 27

The Chainsmokers – Side Effects Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s 4AM, I don’t know where to go
Everywhere is closed, I should just go home, yeah
My feet are taking me to your front door
I know I shouldn’t though, heaven only knows that
Oh, the side effect to my loneliness is you
[Chorus 1]
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
[Verse 2]
This happens every time I try to mix
Decision making with one too many drinks but
Oh, if late night friends have consequences, cool yeah
[Chorus 2]
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
Oh, I think about it all the time
Make it up in my mind, I’m telling you, yeah
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
[Bridge]
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line, yeah
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line
[Chorus 2]
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight, yeah
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight, yeah
I, I think about it all the time
Make it up in my mind, I’m telling you, yeah
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
[Outro]
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line, yeah
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line, yeah

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