Август 31

The Black Eyed Peas – CONSTANT Part 1 & 2 Lyrics

[Intro: will.i.am]
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
Yup
[Chorus: will.i.am]
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don’t stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
We keep it constant
Constant, constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant (gyah don’t stop)
[Verse 1: ​apl.de.ap]
We be throwing down like Muhamaad
Niggas don’t be knwoing, rip and fliyin’ like commist
Stick with the tongue without the mouth vomit
Master the osng, we be writing these comics
Been a spirits, spiritual walfare
Spread the love, nothern and southern hemisphere
Like a beast talk it out of these stratosphere
We made it to the top and live on a prayer
Nation to nation, good vibration
Underground sound hit the whole population
Check the demonstration coming from the peace
Moving high velocity, no time to freeze
(music, please)
[Chorus: will.i.am]
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
To the, tick-tock yah don’t stop
We keep it constant
Constant, constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant (gyah don’t stop)
[Verse 2: Taboo]
My job is to take it to the next
I’ma move it to the supermarket, keep it complex
Spritually, mentally, we were connect
We do it intentianally for progress
First is the love, gotta spread the love effect
Second is the mind, gotta feed ’em intellect
Third is the body, gotta treat it with repect
‘Cause you don’t wanna be the ghost, be the spirit? Yes
One love, one tribe, staying colorblind
Inspired by Apple ’cause he’s really colorblind
We keep it on the positive ’cause it is hard to find
We keep it on the positive ’cause it is hard to find
We keep it constant
Constant (gyah don’t, gyah don’t stop), constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant we go on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
We go on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
[Hook: will.i.am]
We keep it constant, constant, constant , constant, constant
We keep it constant, constant
Constant (gyah don’t stop)
[Verse 3: will.i.am]
Bring the tracks out, bring the bless out
I go co-trained with my sax out
Let’s go soul train, let’s go black out
Turn that bass up, let’s go max out
Brint the drums out, bring the beats out
Bring the mic out so we can speak out
When it’s lights out, we go freak out
I got freezed out so they can seize out
My check one-two I bring the heat out
I’m givin’ you somin’ new, somin’ to tweet about
Don’t be upset when bep out
Ain’t no quartaq, it just three out
Here’s the trio, one amigo, philapino, and a negro
Round the globe that’s just how we go
Ain’t no stopiing, ain’t no ego
[Bridge: Slick Rick]
Boy, you got it girl, caught me on fire
On and on and on and on and on
Boy you got it girl, takin’ me higher
Going, going, going, going, going
Boy, you got it girl, girl, giril
Girl, girl, girl
Boy you got it girl, feel the inspire
And I don’t wanna stop it if it’s wrong
[Chorus: will.i.am]
Gyah don’t stop
Constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t), constant (stop), constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t stop), constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t), constant (gyah don’t)
Gyah don’t stop

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Август 31

2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch? Why y’all trippin’? [Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy? [Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. Why me? [Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass? I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga! Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me
[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me? I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch! If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out! One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me? Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me? Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me? used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me? Why me? [Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab
[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!

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Август 31

Walt Disney Records – Celebration Finale Lyrics

[MALE SINGER]
Come on
Let every creature go for broke and sing (Let every creature sing)
Let’s hear it in the herd and on that wing (Let’s hear it on the wing)
It’s gonna be a super awesome thing! [TIMON, spoken]
Come on, gang! [FEMALE SINGER]
Oh, it’s the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love (Love)
(‘Til we find our place) ‘Til we find our place
(On the path unwinding) Oh, on that path unwinding
(In the Circle, Circle of Life) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Circle of Life!)
(In the Circle) I want to
(In the Circle) To the land in the
(In the Circle) Circle of Life
(The Circle of Life!)
(In the Circle) Come on now
(In the Circle) Take me to the
(In the Circle) That-a Circle
(The Circle of Life!) Oh-oh-oh
(The Circle of Life!) Yeah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah
(The Circle of Life!)
[MALE SINGER]
And it moves us all (Circle, Circle of Life)
[FEMALE SINGER]
Through despair and hope (Circle, Circle of Life)
[MALE SINGER]
‘Til we find our place (Circle, Circle of Life)
[FEMALE SINGER]
On that path unwinding
[ENSEMBLE]
In the Circle (Oh yeah-ea-h)
In the Circle (Oh-oh-oh)
In the Circle (Yeah-ea-h)
The Circle of Life
Circle of… Life! Can you feel the love tonight? (sung)
[ENSEMBLE]
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
[TIMON]
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna matata
[FEMALE SINGERS]
Can you feel it? Let’s take it home! Oh, I just can’t wait to be king (Just can’t wait)
You know I just can’t wait to be king (Just can’t wait)
(Oh, I just can’t wait) No, I just can’t wait
To be king! [FEMALE SINGER]
Can you feel the love tonight? (The love tonight)
The peace the evening brings (Can you feel the love tonight?)
The world for once in perfect harmony
With all its living things
[ENSEMBLE]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
[SCAR]
Be prepared for the coup of a century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam (Ha-ha-ha)
Meticulous planning (Meticulous planning)
Tenacity spanning (Tenacity spanning)
Decades of denial (Decades of denial)
Is simply why I’ll (Is simply why)
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
(Ooo-ooo-ooo)
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!

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Август 31

SahBabii – Boyfriend Lyrics

[Intro]
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your
[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (yeah)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet
[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Man that’s [?]
Like who gon’ pop it out
Baby I’ma fuck it, yeah, raw dog
Baby I’ma cum in that [?]
Baby I’ma pop it no sawed off
Drop it like a fuckin’ hot Pop-Tart
I can’t treat it like a thot thot
Gotta bust up in her mouth like a Pop Rock
I wanna be your nigga, girl, you got me in my feelings
I can’t even lie, baby, love over millions
Money buy can’t buy love nigga, show me your love dealer
I’ma fuck her mouth and leave her teeth under the pillow
[Chorus]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet
[Verse 2: T3]
I wanna be your boyfriend
Play wit that pussy like play pen
Fuckin’ that bitch, she get it in
Shawty better finish
Envision this dick, I leave it in
Halloween flow, I’m treatin’
Stackin’ my candy, that’s M&M’s
No, you can’t fuck me in the Benz
Baby, tell me somethin’ I didn’t
Know before when we was friends
Skate on me like Peter Pan
Baby wanna have this dream again
God she fine, that girl is a 10
[?]
Looked in your eyes and that’s when I said
[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet
[Outro: SahBabii]
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

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Август 31

SahBabii – Sunny Days Lyrics

[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Smokin’ cigarettes, blunts, they bigger [?]
Everyday these niggas rat, bitch, I’m speakin’ facts
Get your pussy wet, get your pussy splat
[?] get pat
Now I’m spankin’ niggas, rob a nigga with the fire, yeah
The fire, swear to God, nigga die
[?] with pat
We gon’ send his ass to the sky
Drive-by
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
[Verse 2: T3]
Yeah, I like how summertime make you feel fine
I like when the wintertime make you feel fine
Past [?] always hit my line tryna steal time
I remember you couldn’t hit my line until after 9
Same time, nigga on your mind, then split your head
Lay down, get ’em on the floor put some [?]
Don’t nobody ever know what’s gonna happen, no, no
[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies

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Август 30

Logic – YSIV Freestyle Lyrics

‘Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own ’cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I’m hated, but yeah, that’s how you know I made it
I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest
I’m ready to kill this ’til people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I’m single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass ’em the Tony, pass ’em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, Logic’s the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain
Said I’d never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra
[Outro]
Young Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack Pass the Philly
Get silly, that’s on the really
We snappin’ like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I’m talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain’t me but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats? From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more
Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police
No, we ain’t fucking with our pastor
I’m the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy
Poppin’ like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I’m one of the illest, and bitch, I’ve been ready to kill this, it’s so amazing
Bitch, I’ve been blazing, I’m talking grass, I ain’t talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top; I never flip flop, why? [Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I’m still the same me
They just don’t believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up ’cause you ain’t tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That’s the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19 to 2019, been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade
Listen, listen, yeah
What’s the dealy?

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Август 30

Yung Bans – No Names Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Danny, I see you
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Killy]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet
Yeah
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
These niggas hate like fluid
Big Glock, this not a toy
[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
I can’t change for the fame
Look at my wrist, look at my chain
Get off my dick, groupy bitches, I came in the game
Fucking with this young hoe, she look like she tryna have a claim
Suck my dick so good, I swear I never made a sin
Fuck your lil hoe, so easy peasy
Lemon squeezy
Fuck in that Rolls, with that greasy, greasy
Hit a nigga up, no meet and greet
All my young niggas need Jesus
These Off-White, ain’t no Yeezy
Fuck a nigga momma I pushed it in
Off too many drugs I’m over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean
Yeah, over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean, over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean, over lean
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Killy]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
[Verse 2: KILLY]
I can’t beef with a no name
I can’t speak, I’m tellin’ no names
My bitch freaky like Cirque du Soleil
My whip geekin’, I might crash it today
I don’t give a shit, I’m the shit (lit)
Hide behind the tint
On the hit, brick, with the [?]
Been the longest of days
Tires screeching, I skrrt off in my own lane
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet

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Август 30

Sam Cooke – You Were Made for Me Lyrics

[Intro]
(Made for me)
(You were made for me)
[Verse 1]
A fish was made to swim in the ocean
A boat was made to sail on the sea
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
You were made for me
[Verse 2]
A grape was made to grow on a vine
An apple was made to grow on a tree
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me, mmhmm
[Chorus]
We’ll have our quarrels and you’ll upset me
But what can I do? (Baby, what I can do?)
Mmm, you’ve been mine ever since I met you
And I’ll never, never, never, never
Never leave you
[Verse 3]
As sure as there’s a heaven up above me
From you I know I’ll never be free, no, no
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me, mmhmm Mmm
You’ve been mine ever since I met you
And I’ll never leave you
No, I’ll never leave you
[Verse 3]
As sure as there’s a heaven up above me
From you I know I’ll never be free
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
[Verse 1]
(A fish was made to swim in the ocean)
A fish was made to swim in the ocean
(A boat was made to sail on the sea)
A boat was made to sail on the sea
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
(You were made for me)
You were made for me
[Verse 2]
(A grape was made to grow on a vine)
A grape was made to grow on a vine
(An apple was made to grow on a tree)
An apple, an apple was made to grow on a tree
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
[Chorus]
We’ll have our quarrels, and you’ll upset me
But what can I do?

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Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics

I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all
[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn
[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part [Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers! [Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)
[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?

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Август 29

Lil Wayne – Bye Bae Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Mic Check
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Music playin’, phone on vibrate
Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I’m goin’ up, on a Sunday
I’m in [?] niggas with the “what” face
And all the niggas that I’m with, they bout that gun play
And all the bitches that I’m with ain’t bout to foreplay
And all the niggas that I’m with, they in the drug trade
And all the chickens that we get, they come from Josè
A hundred dollars for a chopper, that’s a throw away
Oh shit, lil mama she did sallow all my proteges
I’m on the highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, let ’em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, you just got a message
O-M-W, we gettin’ off at your exit
I got
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
My passenger is on parole and he can’t violate
We watchin’ out for all these snitches with that spygate
And all these thirsty bitches, I let ’em dehydrate
Yes Lord
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
I said, “I’ll be back soon, and call my goons if I’m late”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the freeway
Wifey just text a nigga, “Be safe”
Chain on my neck look like a King K
Bettin’ a hundred K on Green Bay
Okay, I’m murderin’ this motherfuckin’ freeway
You can get murdered on the mornin’ of your b-day
I pulled the [?] out this mornin’, made the streets pay
My Benz and my Wraith startin’ to feel betrayed
The feds stingin’ like a motherfuckin’ stingray
The money old, dead presidents startin’ to decay
The money comin’ right back, it’s on replay
I’m bout to have some D’ussé with my filet
Yes Lord
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Tunechi playin’, phone on vibrate
Ya, Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case some shit start, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I got Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case it kick off, I got my big dog
[Verse 3: HoodyBaby/ *Lil Wayne*]
The birds touchdown, bitch, I’m jumpin’ on the highway
Comin’ straight to ya, I’ve been waitin’ for like five days
*Like five days*
I’m HoodyBaby, you can call me crazy
*Call me crazy*
I treat my plug just like [?]
Love, I gotta ball, move the work in Ferraris
Nothin’ in my trunk, police officer, I’m sorry
Haha
Today was a good day
*Why?*
I got a hood full of good yay
Now I’m in the hood, with a hood full of good yay
Meetings in my mansion just the villas in the [?]
Gotta plug on white yay, I can get you ten yay
For the right price, I can even get you Kanye
*I got*
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Ya, invisible as fuck, I’m in the Hyundai
Ya, the chick I’m with, her trunk look like Beyonce’s
If she stay down, she gon’ be pickin’ up some bridesmaids
Yes Lord
Hit it to the [?] and get her my way
Lord knows when I open this trunk them thing gon’ fly away
Wifey know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let ’em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let ’em fly away to heaven
Got some birds in the trunk, and we drive to wherever
O-M-W, we gettin’ off at your exit
I got
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
I got Jeezy playin’, phone on vibrate
Ya, [?] with me, that my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I say, “I’m joogin right now,” she say, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I gotta pay attention on this highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula

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Август 29

Charli XCX – Round and Round Lyrics

[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Verse 1]
Blew up like dynamite
Second you caught my eye
You’re replaying
On my mind, on my mind 24/7 for you
Say goodbye, say goodbye, but I’m still dreamin’ ’bout you
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Sitting here, I’m checking my phone
My friends all think I’m crazy
Wondering, anticipating, do you feel the same? If we both stop playing it cool this shit could be amazing
Let’s get out of here, and we could make it real
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Drop]
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
[Verse 2]
You were so beautiful
Standing there on your own
Got that connection
Butterflies, butterflies, I got these feelings for you
If I die, if I die, I’ll still be dreamin’ of you
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hanging here with you on my arm, I got the sweetest candy
Confident and serious, I know you feel the same
Don’t need to be playing it cool ’cause this shit is amazing
Sign your name right here
Baby, let’s seal the deal
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Drop]
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
(Yeah, yeah) You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round)
Round, and round, and round
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round…)
You got me
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round…)
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Drop]
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
You got me round, and round, and round, ooh-ooh
(Yeah, yeah) You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round…)
You got me round, and round, and round, ooh-ooh

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Август 28

В ДТП с автобусом в Челябинской области погибли два человека

Eщe сeмeрo пoлучили трaвмы. Нa мeстe прoисшeствия рaбoтaeт ГИБДД. Aвaрия с учaстиeм aвтoбусa в Чeлябинскoй oблaсти унeслa жизни двуx чeлoвeк, eщe сeмeрo нaxoдятся в тяжeлoм сoстoянии, сooбщил ТAСС истoчник в экстрeнныx службax. «В Чeбaркульскoм рaйoнe в рeзультaтe Происшествие с учaстиeм грузoвикa и микрoaвтoбусa двa нaxoдившиxся в микрoaвтoбусe чeлoвeкa пoгибли. В тяжeлoм сoстoянии oни гoспитaлизирoвaны в Чeбaркульскую oблaстную бoльницу», — скaзaл сoбeсeдник aгeнтствa. Пo прeдвaритeльным дaнным, aвaрия прoизoшлa нa дeвятoм килoмeтрe aвтoдoрoги Бишкиль — Вaрлaмoвo. В 22:10 (20:10 мск) грузoвoй aвтoмoбиль, exaвший изо Пoлeтaeвo в Чeлябинск, сoвeршил стoлкнoвeниe с микрoaвтoбусoм, кoтoрый стoял нa oбoчинe. ТAСС, 27 aвгустa. Рaнee былo исключительно извeстнo, чтo в Происшествие дeвять чeлoвeк пoлучили трaвмы.

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Август 28

Troye Sivan – Running Shoes Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ll keep wearing these running shoes ’til I’m all worn out
And they’re no use to me
No use to me
Gunning for a peace from this abuse
‘Cause I’m all tired out and I’m no use to you
No use to you
[Pre-Chorus]
And there’s no rest for the wicked
So I’m screaming and I’m kicking to sleep
To sleep
The beliefs they’re instilling
On the boys, on the children
On me, on me
[Chorus]
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
For a while
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
For a while
[Post-Chorus]
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
[Verse 2]
Carved his name in the carpet
Right where I spent all of my sleepless nights in that room
In that room
Can’t get his face out of my mind
And God knows that I’ve tried and tried for you
[Pre-Chorus]
And there’s no rest for the wicked
So I’m screaming and I’m kicking to sleep
To sleep
The beliefs they’re instilling
On the boys, on the children
On me, on me
[Chorus]
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
(Running, running)
For a while
(Running, running)
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
(Running, running)
For a while
(Running, running)
[Post-Chorus]
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
(Running, running)
(Running, running)
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
(Running, running)
(Running, running)
[Bridge]
Love in America got me down
Try to take off running but hit the ground
[Outro]
These running shoes weigh me down
(I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down
(I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down

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Mick Jenkins – What Am I To Do Lyrics

What’s a nigga to do? My triple beam onto bigger schemes
I’m on these waves
Don’t expect a hand clap cause you swim upstream
I’m expecting sand traps, I be in the green
If we talking green backs I’m back in the black
Been having the formula since Similac
Delicate flows under heavy metal bars but they’re still intact
What’s a nigga to do? What’s a nigga to do? Cause I be streaming black they’ll beat me to blue
Put it on TV then tell you what’s true
What’s a nigga to do? When you call the police but the trigger’s on you
[Verse 2]
Pull up on ’em shining CeCe Winans with the C notes
Redefining everything the black man denotes
I could devote time
How many times have we rewrote lines to get it perfect
Miss me with inertia I’m on dirt
You gon’ need assumptions, almost certain
My assertion we gon’ see if you got gumption
We gon’ see if you gon’ play it smart or you gon’ be on dumb shit
Wrong answer, we go dumb shit
Slow you up on some speed bump shit
On some ski jump shit
I’m taking flight cause all my flows cold
Setting bars, no [?]
I never blow smoke unless it’s unleaded
I guess you won’t know my worst
No unedited stress
Go on wax, I mean
[Chorus]
What’s a nigga to do? Cause I be streaming black they’ll beat me to blue
Put it on TV then tell you what’s true
What’s a nigga to do? When you tell ’em who you is and they be like “Who?”
What’s a nigga to do? Yeah, what’s a nigga to do? When you call the police but the trigger’s on you
Shit crazy man
[Chorus]
What’s a nigga to do? [Intro]
Well I sbet ya
Well I bet ya
Well I bet ya
Well I bet…
[Verse 1]
Ali’s jabbin’ them shit feel like hooks
The less you got stuffed in your pocket books
The more these policies just sound like crooks
They give me sloppy looks
They gave us nothing, had to hustle same way coffee cook
Early morning grind trying to help these niggas wake up
Etch A Sketch flows, I got the shit to shake up
Niggas switching clothes
Niggas even switch their face up
But these clowns could never really switch their make up
Family’s in your genes
Fuck is that, Mesquite?

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Август 27

Walt Disney Records – It’s a Small World Lyrics

It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears
It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears
There’s so much that we share
That it’s time we’re aware
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small, small world
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small, small world

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