Август 16

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Август 16

Aminé – SUGARPARENTS Lyrics

[Hook: Aminé]
I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Shawty want a first class flight on a jet
I put her on Spirit if she can, South West
Look baby I ain’t one of these oldheads
If you give me Blac Chyna I’ma leave you on read
My money is my money so I put it in my sock
Here’s some advice bitch, go get a job
Shawty can’t stand me, even with ten toe
That’s why she got a cash app and a Venmo
I’m Mike, Bad, Thriller, nigga
Dirty Diana’s always in my dresser
La de da de da da da da da da
I’m the hubby bebopa undercover
I got racks on racks on racks
And you know that’s facts on facts on facts
Golddiggers want an all access pass
So she give me all access to that ass
[Hook: Rico Nasty]
I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot (a lot!)
[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
Sex sells, spend it on my retail
You gotta pay attention to the details
Always money when I check my email
Hotel by the seashore, got plenty seashells
I ain’t got time for the he say she say
I just bought my own car and I ain’t lease it
I can spend it on you but I ain’t easy
He want me to buy him shoes, he ain’t worth shoestrings
When I get into the show let me pull a few strings
Put the boy on game, he could learn a few things
Every old nigga talk the same old game
Selfish with my money and that shit won’t change
You would think he went to school with the head game
I’ma let him break the rules if the head straight
But I’m good, I don’t really need the deadweight
I don’t really need the deadweight, for real
[Hook: Aminé & Rico Nasty]
We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock
We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock

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Август 16

Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

[Intro]
Boston
[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen
[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist
[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen
[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash
[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

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Август 16

Aminé – DR. WHOEVER Lyrics

But you tellin’ me you sad on your muthafuckin’ b-day
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Yeah
I sit here and tell you my problems
That’s how this work, right? Bitch, what the fuck?! Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
They swear niggas play tough won’t even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Amine be the name that your girlfriend gon call out
To all my niggas with some melanin
Let your feelings settle in
If you feelin’ worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life
My best friend got married
You can bet that I cried
I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls I’m Saks Fifth, nigga
[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Get your shit together and turn the fuck up! [Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Whoever
[Interlude]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look
[Verse 2: Aminé]
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brotha up in first class
And you damn right my ego like Lavar ball
And they hate to see a black man who can’t get blackballed
I said my paper long
My paper long
You damn right, bitch
My paper long
It’s that yellow, mellow, fellow
Yeah, that Yellowstone
Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
I went from plaque in my teeth
To having plaques on the wall
Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
Young nigga, like Jigga
Tryna make me a boss
I’ll take my momma to Louis
And take your girl to the Ross nigga
Back in the muthafuckin’ building
Your boo thing want my children
My net worth gon’ be a billion
Shorty gimme head like ceiling
Dick disappear chameleon
And like I’m muthafuckin rollin [?]
My whip bought, it’s not stolen
[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Necks?! Don’t you realize you poppin’? My niggas having sessions and I’m doin’ sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But, I’d hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
‘Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion’s over
I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (true)
I’m always on a flight, or I’m in a hurry
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
And milkshakes were the only time we’d eat a cherry
I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learning from someone who doesn’t
And that’s word to my ex
And that’s word to my tongue
And that’s word to the woman who had my heart beatin’ drums
Yeah
Love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
I kept it on the low low, cause I was in love
And the shade I had in my room was already enough
I’m going on some dates and I’m making some plans
But it’s hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves
[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. I’m s’posed to be open and honest
But I got time, right? Whoever
[Verse 3: Aminé]
Hey doc, do I tell em how I actually feel? Whoever
I said, I said
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Every time you walk in the room you break necks.

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Август 16

Aminé – WHY? Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This sound like
Yeah my momma told me to close the door
I don’t wanna close it no more
[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why
[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(i’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why
[Verse 1]
(Okay drop it)
To the floor and I’m back
Had to relax and never relapse
Shoutout to Reese, the sex was like crack
I need love, I’m depressed
I’m a fool, I’m a mess
But my first priority is never second best
(I’ve been down, PCH with the fam)
I’m that nigga and I know it
(I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
Pupils dilated, they don’t focus
(I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
Can’t nobody ever know this, they can’t know this
(Ridin’ ’round ain’t nobody on my brain)
Probably on some fresh shit
Should’ve done some mess shit
Runnin’ through my last check
Wish I knew some magic
Stressin’ out crazy
Wish I had a [?]
Said she wanna talk, but I hope it’s not a baby
[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why
[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(I’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why
[Verse 2]
I just bought my momma a new whip, straight cash
I payed my taxes, so it hurts my racks
I hate when niggas say, “chill out”, and they ain’t got no chill
They let me skip the DMV line, that’s when I knew it was real
I pulled up, like it, goin’, pretty, fast
I’m the, type to, get the, bag
Fuck it, let’s just, count it, fast
I don’t know why I’m feeling down
I don’t know no goofies, or no loose leafs
This ain’t a hand out, don’t take no cookies
Hey look I’m stressed out, I’m straight from movies
But this is real life, so let’s just, you know what, fuck it
[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why
[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(I’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why
[Outro]
Running out of breath
Everytime we fuck
The sex is amazing
It feels like a rush
I’m running out of breath
Everytime we fuck
The sex is amazing
It feels like a rush (a rush)

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Август 16

Aminé – RATCHET SATURN GIRL Lyrics

[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
[Hook]
I like my hoes ratchet, I like my bitch bad
I like a freaky lil’ mama who gon’ throw it back
I like them forty-inch nails, and your weave too
And if you ain’t got a man, fuck with me boo
[Verse 1]
I like when she call me daddy, and she look back (back)
I like when shawty give me head on the drive back
I call her lil’ mama when her lips gloss
I like when shawty do the dummy on my dick raw
I don’t say no “Yes I do,” I eat pussy like it’s food
I’m the choice for choosey hoes
Your friend cute, let’s make a group
I’m a wild, wild nigga from the west side (west)
Take a picture on my left, ’cause that’s my best side (shit, shit, shit)
[Hook]
I like my hoes ratchet, I like my bitch bad
I like a freaky lil’ mama who gon’ throw it back
I like them forty-inch nails, and your weave too
And if you ain’t got a man, fuck with me boo
[Bridge]
Let’s get wild, wild
Let’s get wild, wild
Let’s get wild, wild
Bitch I like it wild, wild
And let’s get wild, wild
And let’s get wild, wild
I like it wild, wild
Let’s get it, woah, woah, wow, wow
[Part II]
[Chorus]
Excuse me m’am
You’re the one that I need
Fell in love, you cut me deep
Saturn girl, your ecstasy, baby
I need your love, to stay alive
Out this world, you’re out of sight
Saturn girl, you changed my life, oh
[Verse 2]
Help me find ways to get around (you’re killin’ me girl)
You’re the one I love, hope it counts for something
(I hope it counts for something)
Help me find ways to get around
You’re the one I love, hope it counts for something
[Chorus]
You’re the one that I need
Fell in love, you cut me deep
Saturn girl, your ecstasy, baby (ecstasy)
I need your love, to stay alive
Out this world, you’re out of sight
Saturn girl, you changed my life, baby

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Август 16

Aminé – CHINGY Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey! [Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
Bodies on bodies on bodies
Saw that she called me, she said that she want me
I tell her come through and she leaving the party
Taking it down, couple of rounds
Bitch I’m Aminé, you know it’s allowed
Checkin’ my ‘count, make sure it’s right
Spending it once and I’m makin’ it twice (true)
Nigga who are you (yuh)
What’s your avenue (yuh)
Oh you know so-and-so (whoo)
Okay, then you cool (brr)
Silly me, silly me, you don’t know this luxury
Pussy tastes like sorbet
Tee-WaTT, I need more bass
[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man (yeah)
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
[Verse 2]
At the hotel, and I’m chilling
Bitch, she alone, I made me a couple million (racks)
Pay me like the movies do (yuh)
Heaven sent like Charlie’s boo (whoo)
Bad bitch look like Lucy Liu (true)
We could make a movie too
Okay okay (yuh yuh)
Okay okay (yuh)
In my face like Cena so this mula be my soulmate (true)
Tuition in my mouth, your check on my neck (yuh)
Phone off you can’t locate
Tee-WaTT I need more bass

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Август 16

Aminé – CANTU Lyrics

Do I look like somebody’s lamb? Not you
Did you think this was a petting zoo? [Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window
I got my head hanging out the fucking window
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ (hey)
[Verse 1]
White girl wanna touch it (yeah)
I told her please don’t touch me (no)
Said “who the fuck is your stylist?” (huh)
I told that bitch “my cousin” (yuh)
Wrist out, picked out, Cantu in my hair (hey)
Louie V live her (yuh)
I’m Gucci down (brr! Do I look like somebody’s dog? Me
Who can touch my hair? Sit down! No! Do I look like somebody’s cow? brr!)
Atlanta for a week, gonna start a bump ‘n’ gunner (yah)
Follies for the freaks, spent some racks because I wan’ her (hey)
Solange said “don’t touch my hair, lil’ nigga” (oh no)
So I’m just here to pass the word lil’ nigga (yuh)
[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swingin’ ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’
[Verse 2]
It’s me, young Aminé
I pop off when you see me
No hiccups for my niggas
Pass the mula like a relay (yeah)
I’m in this motherfucker with my hair down low
And that Becky, she wanna touch me
‘Cause she wanna come home (yeah)
Bitch I’m in my motherfucking bag, ho (in my bag)
Don’t ask me just to pet me because you can’t, ho
Dreadlock rocker with a certified bopper (true)
Jenny, Becky, and Samantha wanna touch me
‘Cause I’m handsome
[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down (down)
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swinging ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’
[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Who has nice hair?

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Август 16

Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics

(Hallelujah!)
I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!)
This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true)
Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy)
I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice
I got a thotiana, put her in designer
She Italiana, she a sorta kinda
She Björk cute
So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake
Gimme OPB for my ODB
These APC, do your ABC’s
I’m a young dread-head with anxiety
And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like
[Chorus]
Reel it in (ayy)
I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo)
She got some ass, bring it in (ooh)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend (true)
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) [Intro]
Right now! [Chorus]
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Trippin’
Rollie got the tick tock missin’
Bitch pimpin’ (ayy)
Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow)
You Jordan or Pippen (true)
I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it
Or miss it
I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like
[Chorus]
Reel it in (woo)
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in (ayy)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN
[Verse 2]
Jesus Christ!

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Август 16

LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been caged, I’ve been hounded, I’ve been hunted and tamed
I’m the outlaw of outside and ready to rage
I’m in search of the heart I can eat to renew me, yeah
And I’m dazzled by all of the things that undo me
[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west
[Verse 2]
Take my love, take my soul, you just take what you can
When we fuck now, it feels like you don’t understand
Tell you what, it don’t suck, and I need you right now, yeah
You’re the one that I want, so I won’t make a sound
[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west
[Bridge]
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do? [Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west
[Outro]
(It’s all in the name of the wild wild west)
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do

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Aminé – SHINE Lyrics

I guess that’s confidence
We sippin’ sake soakin’ sun so sofa’s never comfy
So sorry summer’s over but you still my lil mommy
I wake up, then get up
Graveyard shift ’til 5
You stay up, then we fuck
You always down to ride
When she do the tip drill, throw it like a pinwheel
My problems only minor, nonexistent like a kids’ wheel
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’ Should I even bother? Where’s the evidence? [Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
[Verse 1]
I fuck up like everyday
I fuck up in every way
I fuck up like when I pull up on Sunday at Chick-Fil-A
My dark twisted fantasy, beautiful insanity
When the rain pours, I’m the one you call your canopy
Face be moisturized, sun keep beamin’ on your thighs
In Hawaii lookin’ fly, my obsession multiplies
Butter on my fingers I’m nothing like Jerry Rice
When you glow, that’s how I glow
So my feelings they pay the price
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya
[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
[Verse 2]
Is this shit forever?

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Август 16

Jay Critch – Gettin Da Cash Lyrics

I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (cooling smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt skrt)
[Verse 1]
High like the attic
I’m in LA, need a pound of the cookie
She a fiend, she a addict
She got and old nigga, but that nigga a rookie (that nigga a rookie)
Spend some green on the fabric
Now she trying to pull up, trying to give me the good shit (trying to give me the good shit)
I’ma go ahead and smash it
Now a nigga bugging out over some pussy (over some pussy, hey!)
Aye, diamonds shining now they can’t overlook me
I had to go and make a plan for the guap (plan for the guap)
He be acting like the man, he not (he not)
She’s like what’s the flashing on your hand, the rocks (hand, the rocks)
Do the dash and she like where’s the top (where’s the top)
Mansion looking like the stairs don’t stop
Fuck the fashion I like bands a lot (bands a lot)
[Chorus]
Aye, I be (hey)
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened? (run down, what’s happening?)
Hey, young nigga getting the money, they mad at him
We was running off with them O’s by the school (O’s y the school)
Nigga I don’t owe nothing to you (owe nothing to you)
In the coupe, but I’m trying to get two (trying to get two)
Wake up and it’s payday (payday)
All my niggas with the stain gang (stain gang)
Hit a lick, gotta maintain yeah (gotta maintain, yeah)
[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch (magic)
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened? Getting the cash and shit
Doing the dash and shit
Hey, Yeah, Woah
The Lab Cook
[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on ’em like what happened? Will, Steve Nash and them (D. I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt) Will, Steve Nash and them)
Money on me like it’s tatted
I got way too much cash to spend (too much cash)
They be talking all that stattic
When we run down we catching them (we cathing them)
Damn shawty you a bad bitch
I’m trying to run down, what’s happening? I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (I be coolin smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it
[Verse 2]
Aye, I might fuck around and pass it
Just like D. [Intro]
Hey!

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Август 16

Sabrina Claudio – Come Here lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m dying to see you
You know what I’m fiending for
The only one to get to me
Only one to get this close
[Chorus]
So I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here
Now
[Verse 2]
How does it feel
When you’re roaming ’round my mind? To be the only one
That knows what’s inside
[Chorus 2]
I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here
(I want you to come here)
I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I want you to come here (I want you)
I want you to come here (So please baby come here)
I want you to come here
[Chorus 3]
So I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here

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Август 16

Aminé – TOGETHER Lyrics

*Laughter* Ta-ta now [Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together
[Verse 1]
I fucked things up
I see it in this cup (yeah)
I didn’t mean to suck, I’m stuck
Sometimes I’m just too honest, admittin’ that it’s common
I should’ve used my common sense
So now I’ve gots to vent (yeah)
I can’t stand ya, but I want ya
We s’posed to be together forever
[Pre-Chorus]
Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (hey!)
You’re the main thing I need to maintain (whoo!)
Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (damn drink)
Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (stay sane)
You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
‘Cuz everything I need is always in your purse (purse)
Back again, yeah I’m back again (back)
I truly miss when you and me were only friends (yee)
When it was just innocent (yeah)
And we ain’t have a past (true)
Sometimes I wish we could skip
To the part where we all just laugh (yeah)
[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together
[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna be at your wedding (no)
I wanna be in your wedding (yuh)
Matter of fact, call down L. Joe
So he can sweedle-dee at your wedding (sweedle-dee dee dee)
But if this don’t work out (yeah)
I might have to go and work out (yuh)
Even if I’m late I’ma keep her
I’m a college dropout (true)
I’ma work this all out (yeah)
I’ma get my thoughts out (bitch)
I’ma kick them thoughts out (yeah)
Block all the numbers so I never get a text out (oh yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (band-aid)
You’re the main thing I need to maintain (maintain)
Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (a damn drink)
Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (I stay sane)
You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
Everything I need is always in your purse (in your purse)
Back again (yuh), yeah I’m back again (I’m back)
My life around common, I miss when we were friends (sorry)
When it was just innocent (sorry)
And we ain’t have a past (damn)
I wanna skip to the part
Where you and me laying on our backs (yeah)
[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together
[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
And that’s all folks!

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