Beyoncé – Countdown (Homecoming Live) Lyrics



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[Intro]
Rah, rah, rah
Sing it, y’all

[Chorus]
Oh, killing me softly and I’m still falling
Still the one I need, I will always be with you
Oh, you got me all gone, don’t ever let me go
Say it real loud if you fly
Sing it, y’all

[Hook]
My baby is a ten
We dressing to the nine
He pick me up, we eight
Make me feel so lucky, seven
He kiss me in his six
We be making love in five (I see you)
Still the one I do this four
I’m trying to make us three
From that two
He still the one

[Verse 1]
There’s ups and downs in this love
Got a lot to learn in this love
Through the good and the bad, still got love
Dedicated to the one I love, hey
Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing
Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain
Still all up on each other, ain’t a damn thing change
My girls can’t tell me nothing, I’m gone in the brain

[Refrain]
Me and my boo in my boo’s coupe riding
All up in that black with his chick right beside him
Ladies, if you love your man, show him you the flyest
Grind up on it, girl, girl, girl (Show him how you ride it)
Me and my boo in the coupe lip locking
All up in the back ’cause the chicks keep flocking
All that gossip in 10 years, stop it
London, speed it up, Houston, rock it



NAV – Tap Lyrics



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[Intro: Nav, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I’m in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain’t pay though
Only thing I gave ’em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
All these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real
I got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
Yo, who’s mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagramming shit
I be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera shit
‘Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ shit

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aimin’ at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NAV]
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain’t a slave (Slave)
Growing up in the hood, you’ll learn how to behave (‘Have)
How we gon’ learn to stack if we ain’t got nothing to say? (Say)
Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin’ these bags, we model, I tell the opps it’s up (It’s up)
Got wedding bands but I still don’t got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go, they already know what’s up (What’s up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

Dave – Drama Lyrics

[Intro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
Like man was saying, bruv
Many nights man prayed, bruv
Somewhere someone’s gonna help me through this, man
Someone is gonna help bring me out of this shit, y’know?
Time, it took a while for man to recognise, boy, who you were gonna send
And you know what? Mans, I’m very proud
I’m very happy to see it’s one of my own init, y’know?
And boy, I know none of this is easy, y’know?
I’m just proud to be, to be witnessing what’s going on, man, y’know?

[Verse: Dave]
Look
I don’t know where to start
But I just done my first psychodrama
And I hope the world hears my craft
I’m excited man, I pray you get to hear my craft
From our childhood, our mother didn’t hear me laugh
I’m presenting you the future, I don’t fear my past
I ain’t got a tattoo anywhere near my arms
But best believe on my sleeves is where I wear my heart
Do you know how easy it is to be a sinner?
How many losses you need before you can be a winner?
Reason with a criminal that needs to eat a dinner
Is it survival of the fittest or is he a killer?
Losing dad was big, losing you was even bigger
Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
We’re forgetting that we had a brother that was even bigger
We were figures just tryna figure out who could be a figure
My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growing up
I remember tryna to build a bridge, I wasn’t old enough
I pray I hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it’s fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I know it’s tough, I got the coldest blood
I remember when you got sentenced and I was throwing up
It’s like they took a piece of my freedom when I had opened up
I just lost the only fucking person that I idolised
For my entire life I copied you down to the finest line
Bro, I got a flame in my mind I’m trying to firefight
The pill I had to swallow wasn’t bitter, it was cyanide
I learn over time, separation issues I describe
Are probably the reasons that I struggle feeling anything
I ain’t got a vision of a marriage or a wedding ring
It’s world domination in music or it ain’t anything
I’m obsessed, focused on the objective
Tell a don yes, disagree, I object
Used to treat my women like an object
Girls want a monster come and see I’m the Loch Ness
Settle for a lot less
I just hope you’re proud of me brother, it’s been a long stretch
You’re my hero and prior to this, I was living on the edge like a house on a cliff
But now I’m living in the present like my house was a gift
I’m going psycho, this scene’s mine bro
Rappers wanna diss me, it’s only online though
They put the mic and soft in the micro
Soft? Not I, bro
Swimming’s the only time I can lie though
And lemme be genuine
Anybody rich my age is American, kicking ball or inherited
It only makes sense I’m independent knowing everything it happened how I’m telling it
You niggas aren’t getting it
I’m coming from the struggle I survived and I’m still here
Used to bump trains that’s two ways, I don’t feel fear
I don’t know trust, I know a tight bond will tear
Like a good wig, I can’t tell you if it’s real here
I’m from south London, brother, people getting killed here
You can make a mill’ but you can lose it if you’re still here
I lost over 30 grand to family, I’m still here
The word don’t appeal to me, you steal from me I’m still here
Bro, I wasn’t made for this
I don’t get a break, but I’m aware of what breaking is
I wish you could take a hint as well as you can take the piss
I don’t even speak to our brother, man, I just pray for him
It’s never too late for him
Life is at it’s craziness, walls started caving in
All the things I’ve seen would turn a theist, atheist
I didn’t get 99 marks in English, I was faking it
I got 98 ‘cause I don’t know what a vacation is
If you saw God what would you say to him?
If given the chance would you have taken it?
If you could rewind time what would you change in it?
Do you believe in what an angel is?
Furthermore, do you believe in what the devil is?
Do you believe that I can illustrate what Streatham is, then break the fourth​ wall and base Lesley on my relatives?
I’m grateful for my life because I aimed for this
Every bad moment every single fucking day of this
People looking at me, that’s what fame can bring
But to understand the stairs, you take steps then retrace the shit
I tell my circle, the future’s ours, we’re shaping it
The past is just the reason I had came to this
I thank God for the pain because it made me this

[Outro: Dave’s Elder Brother Christopher]
I don’t know if you remember those days, bruv
In them days, there was one night in particular, bruv
Came home and for some reason man put on a beat
We were just in the front room, freestyling, bar for bar
I don’t even know how old you was these times, bruv
Probably about, hmm, ten? Ten, nine?
Yeah, man, if I think about it now, think about the transition
Them days there, you had no bars
But to see the stuff you’re doing today, proper man, you what I mean?
Thinking man’s definitely blessed to see how the whole thing’s come together
From time, I think it was ‘JKYL+HYD’ man, you played man that one there
Man was thinking, “Yo, this one here is a banger”, bruv
I remember when I heard that one live on the airwaves for the first time bruv, we was pumping it
Man come to my door was like, “Rah man, that’s a bit loud you know?”
I’m like, “Fam, that’s my brudda”
He was like, “Yeah?”
And you know, on your birthday, man sent you a little card
And it begins
‘Jesse made seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him, “The Lord has not chosen these.”
So he asked Jesse, “Are these all the sons you have?”
“There is still the youngest,” Jesse answered, “but he’s tending the sheep.”
Samuel said, “Send for him, we will not sit down to eat until he arrives.”
So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features
And then the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him, he’s the one.”‘
Bro, you know what that means?
Say no more man

Young Thug – 420 Lyrics

Woah woah woah, yeah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1:]
Imma charge her like a dodger
Bae im way smarter than marter
Brand new Cadillac with the spoiler
Ain’t playing games like im at the quarters
They say, they say im mean like my father
Imma fuck a nigga bitch and catch your daughter
A lot of rings on my finger like a lodder
Alot of bling living like the ?
I know the answer like a very important color
I leave the pussy nigga death no charger
And im smoking kushy kushy like jorder flooded than we take a order
Got a whole lotta rich nigga man no voice, no voice yeah
Serve a lot of muhfuckers to the front and back door trust
Go to waist nigga kushy smell in the market
Momma had a hundred bands when i mail her
Ever since the first day she never been taller
They just tryna book us all ever since the day im cooking dawgs
She just wanna nut inside her trouser
She just wanna sucky sucky my girls and my boys
She just wanna sucky sucky till i say oh lord
She gon suck it call my money longer than a cord
Momma pussy soaking wet i feel like im abort

[Interlude:]
Lil bitch tryna record
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up

[Verse 2:]
Take two
I come with a few just in case you looking like you do
Imma pull up to the set with my nigga jayroo
Pussy nigga now im big and in it with my piru
Lame bitches know im not gone fuck her they the sue
Imma catch a ? with them wiping like a troup
Hop inside a foreign car tearing up the roof
Imma slide ride pass em cause they do not sell like you
420 getting geeked out my mind, hey
420 imma pop em my spine, hey
420, 420, 420 nigga, 420, 420
20
Alka setzer plus when i was standing on the block i serve the J
Nigga coming back to my whoadie and my nigga but i come and then i lay
Going to the school nigga blood nigga know im bitches late
So geeked out my mind for a wet T-C
Got a pocket full
Nose in my ring like a fucking bull

Whitney Houston – Love Is A Contact Sport Lyrics

[Intro]
Contact Contact
Huh huh huh huh hoo huh yeah

[Verse 1]
You’ve been avoiding me
Like a cat trying to dodge a dog
I never see ya shine
You’re as cold as the London fog
You claim you want my love
Well I wouldn’t know by the way you behave
If you want to feel the thrill of my touch
You better come out of your cave

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It’s so perplexing
Why you fight it won’t you try it
Love’s electric
Turn me on and see

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

[Verse 2]
I hate to sound aggressive
But I’m tired of waiting for your move
Cut the formalities
Cause you’ve got a few things to prove
If you really want my love
I need to feel it down deep from within
Don’t make me wait too long
I’m ready now come and stroke my skin

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Well all this talking
Worthless chatter just don’t matter
Time for stalkin’
Come get next to me

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

[Interlude]
Hey boy
Why dontcha come on over
So we can make that contact
Contact you dare

[Bridge]
It’s so perplexing
Why you fight it won’t you try it
Love’s electric
Turn me on you’ll see
Contact!

[Chorus]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in time
If you want to do it right
Here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you want to play the game
So grab my hand, SLAM!

Comethazine – GUSHER GUTS Lyrics

[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop

[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this shit comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

Waka Flocka Flame – Frosted Leaf Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoo Kid
DatPiff.com world premiere

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
I’ma throw some good vibes out there
So won’t nobody be trippin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
Don’t you wanna go there?
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Hawaiian snow under the microscope
Greenhouse, Red Light, about to eat smoke
No laws, I feel so free there
Zero violence, weed all in the air
I’m ’bout to hit Bob Marley’s shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness style
No cameras in the Red Light
And them girls get tested by the government, and every night
Eat a weed brownie and catch a sex show
Guy in a gorilla suit fuck a nympho
Roll up, I feel so free here
Bongs made of ice, smoke the best weed here
But it’s time to leave here
Next stop London, bruv got a nigga in
And I left 50 bags in the ‘telly
To call my office up, just to fuckin’ tell me

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
You know, they thought I was booked for two more days in Amsterdam in the Grand Hotel
I left 50 bags of weed there, you know, but…
They called me up to tell me I left my weed
I was in London, I can’t bring that shit on the plane, you know?
Whoo Kid

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
Wanna go somewhere
Where all my niggas is just livin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Outro: Watch The Duck & Waka Flocka Flame]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Brick Squad!
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo Kid
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Fatality

Lil Uzi Vert – OuttaSpace Lyrics

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
I was on a Molly
Bitches out in Boston (woah)
Fuck this bitch in Follies
Her pussy was awesome
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy
Do tricks like Matt Hoffman
She just wanna party
She do that shit often
She gon’ suck my dick until she start gagging and coughing
Am I scared? No hardly
I deserve a heart lift
My new crib is so big
This shit got an office
I was off a 30
This shit made me nauseous
My new car on derby’s
Automatic parkin’
Ballin’ in my jersey
In the streets I’m chartin’

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
12 check me then they took my gun
Me no trippin’ ’cause I got a whole ‘nother gun
If she leave me yeah I got a whole ‘nother one
I put that on my son but I ain’t even got a son

Red, green, beam green, bitch I never miss
She suck the life up out my dick like its a peppermint
I get the cheese like I work for the government
I’m an alien lookin’ for your mothership

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert:]
Fuck 20 up London
I’m a [?][?][?]
Me and Murda, we up to somethin’
I was on that Hemi and almost caught me a finnesse
Used to hustle hard now you’re claimin’ you’re my cousin
I fuck your bitch now she thinkin’ I’m her husband
I’m in some Balmain these jeans they cost a thousand
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’

Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Oh
Lil pump, yeah
What’s up?
How’d it go last week?
Eh, eh, uhm
How’s your man now?
Yeah, Huh (Huh)
Danny I See You

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
Owh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, and my headlights on a deer
I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
Had to go cop two pair, oh
Gucci coat over my glare, oh
Know who I fear, oh
I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
I’m gettin’ the money
I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
Let’s go

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
If you rich, put your bust down in the air
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’

Young Thug – Climax Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest, said you found a better climax
You said he’s swagged out, you leave
It’s like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
But leave, like it’s nothing (we got London On Da Track)

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
I just be watching my words (words)
You say whatever the fuck (fuck)
I think I take what I get (get)
And say whatever they love (love)
This might hurt for days
Now I can’t find my way (ay)
Sike, know I’m just playin’
Onto the next like I’m okay
Aye, this a pimpin’ can’t you tell? (tell)
She like, “No I can’t what the hell?”(hell)
Well then pull up baby, in a spell
Came out new hair, new nails
She take my heart then drive back
One, two, three, four, five, damn (yeah)
Deletin’ pictures on the gram
You forgot who I am
From the frontseats to the nosebleeds
That’s for actin’ like you don’t know me
Damn, my new bitch, she a trophy
And she love me for the old me
Yeah, the cold me, yeah, the old me (old me, yeah)
She the homie, cop her a rollie (rollie, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hu-uh, hu-uh, she r-i-i-ide
She wanna ride, ooh-oh-oh
My shawty better than that
Can’t complain about nothin’ (can’t complain about nothin’!)
How the fuck am I ever gon’ go turn myself in?
Got it stacked up on the Seroquel
Bitch it’s pimpin’ can’t you tell? (yeah)
This is pimpin’, can’t you tell? (yeah)
This shit look fishy, I don’t wanna see
Emergency, I’m tryna go to sleep
Money cut down a load of trees
Sauvage Dior, this ain’t no Creed
My dog got a deal, he back on the street
This bitch is so real, she as bad as can be
I had bitches around they was backstabbing me
I went straight to the racks like a hemi in me
Good energy, I invest in my queen
I can ride on this hoe like a new 12 speed
My bitch, bad, tragedy
Bitch, bad, tragedy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London got my beat from London

Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Noname – With You Lyrics

[Verse]
This is my happy ever suicide
My hands tied behind my breast
My silhouette did pirouettes
The curtains are closing
My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting
My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket
Who could be my lovely, my lovely?
Who could be my only one, my only?
I’m almost just as empty as you think I am, a penny for your thoughts
A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross
A may-black music, I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas
All my everythings for sale
All my second hand discoveries, Dungarees faded pale
All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail
All the fluctuations on scales
And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well
Well, we don’t drink that
If it ain’t the top shelf, nigga you can keep that
Share my life on Telefone, I’m 25 at 306, and 809 became my home
Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back
Somebody hold me like I’m almost enough
Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was
Little love from me, we can build this home alone
Alone
Forever with you, forever with you
I’m a home away from home and promise you’ll keep this secret
And promise you won’t forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches
He who leeches on love is a lame, chains and left her for London
Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn’t

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

[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. 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?
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

Calum Scott – Not Dark Yet lyrics

[Verse 1]
Shadows are falling, and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, and time is running away
Feel like my soul has, turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars, that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough, to be anywhere

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 2]
Well, my sense of humanity, has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing, what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 3]
Well, I’ve been to London, and I’ve been to gay Paris
I’ve followed the river, and I got to the sea
I’ve been down to the bottom, of a world full of lies
I ain’t lookin for nothing, in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden, is more than I can bear

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 4]
I was born here, and I’ll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was, I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer

[Outro]
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Way Too Fly Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Oh yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 1: Davido]
[?], said you the one though
Oh girl, I thought you said you the one
For your [?] girl, I’ll be a lover
[?], said you be the one
[?]
I was chilling by the bar
Sippin’ at the sea, you was having sex on the beach
Baby girl we gon’ shut down
[?], we go one time
This pussy got me on lockdown
I like it when she comes around, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got the juice baby, yeah, put you in the mood baby, yeah
Sex with you was too crazy, yeah, wish there was two of you baby
Yeah, I need two of you, you should move how I move too, yeah
Black hoodie and some black boots in the 2018 Benz coupe, yeah
Left wrist lookin’ like ooh, and my pinky ring on froze, ooh yeah
Diamonds looking so cold, like an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it’s 54 a show, mm-yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when its daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Outro: Davido]
Shout out to my New York baby
Shout out to my [?]
Shout out to my African baby
Love to my London lady

Lil Skies – World Rage Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
This that shit like
This that shit like where you just talk your shit like… haha
Go ‘head O
Ayy, I told them niggas like, look…
Danny, I see you

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show
I got bitches gettin’ naked, throwin’ money on the floor
Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin’ ’cause he broke
I ain’t never played the bitch, I’m in the game and that’s for sure
Claustrophobic, dropped the top, I had to switch lanes (skrrt)
My bitch is crazy, in her purse, she keeps a switchblade
I’m out of town, still wear the chain like I’m Johnny Dang
I make it rain in your city, bring the world rage

[Verse 1]
Lifestyle on 300, Sparta’s how we comin’ (we comin’)
Loverboy like I’m McLovin, I got bitches in London
You gon’ take a chance and get nothin’, niggas fake and be frontin’ (they fake)
Whole crowd lit, fist-pumpin’, on the stage, I’m jumpin’ (jump, jump)
I get cash in abundance, know I made it from my grind
I was waitin’ patiently, I knew this shit would take some time
She be sniffin’ too much coco, she can’t read between the lines
Fell in love with all the hype, now she don’t wanna go outside
I bust down the wrist, now my time is full of ice
I bust up my clique, now my niggas livin’ life
And you are full of shit if you think I would take advice
You were doin’ all the wrong to make sure I was never right

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show
I got bitches gettin’ naked, throwin’ money on the floor
Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin’ ’cause he broke
I ain’t never played the bitch, I’m in the game and that’s for sure
Claustrophobic, dropped the top, I had to switch lanes (skrrt)
My bitch is crazy, in her purse, she keeps a switchblade
I’m out of town, still wear the chain like I’m Johnny Dang
I make it rain in your city, bring the world rage

[Verse 2]
Ayy, and I can’t be tamed, put this shit on replay (replay)
Run her hand all through my braids, she know I’m the new wave (the wave)
Lately I’ve been on this chase, dark shades, Blu-Ray (Blu-Ray)
You will never take up my space, I don’t care what you say (you say)
I had to run it up
Don’t think that you’ve done enough, I blew up like Mrs. Puff
Now they all wanna fuck with us, and these girls fall in love with us
Like no, no, no, no, no
I gotta let you go, go, go, go, go, for real

OBLADAET – PANDA FREESTYLE (feat. STED.D) lyrics

[Интро: Obladaet x sted.d]
Панда, ха
Ра-ра-ра
Пррра
Окей
Окей
Панда
Е—еее
Панда
Панда, панда, панда, панда
Панда, панда, панда

[Куплет 1: Obladaet]
Делаю музыку, она не для стада
Много работаю, но не для стажа
Волнует прогресс, но даже на старте
Вижу успех после смс с банка
Total black, phantom
Я в монохроме, будто бы панда
Lacoste крокодил или вкинут на камо
Тусуем как психи, похожи на панков
Total black, phantom
В монохроме – как панда
Льем Bombay на пол
Вылез джин с даблкапа
Всё о себе, врубай за пасхалки
В вашем кино буду в роли бастарда
Видел их путь на банковских картах
Я должен не спать, чтобы выспаться в Ламбо
Делаю музыку, она не для стада
Много работаю, но не для стажа
Волнует прогресс, но даже на старте
Вижу успех после смс с банка
Total black, phantom
Я в монохроме, будто бы панда
Lacoste крокодил или вкинут на камо
Тусуем как психи, похожи на панков
Total black, phantom
В монохроме – как панда
Льем Bombay на пол
Вылез джин с даблкапа
Всё о себе, врубай за пасхалки
В вашем кино буду в роли бастарда
Видел их путь на банковских картах
Я должен не спать, чтобы выспаться в Ламбо

[Бридж: Obladaet]
Райдим, райдим, ха
Мы райдим, райдим
Панда
Пра-пра-пра
Ха
Панда
Е-е
Панда
Е-е-е-е
А, а
Панда, панда, панда, панда

[Куплет 2:Obladaet]
Видел меня на этих сайтах?
Я не просил, вы сделали сами
Скатился и меня везут эти сани
Жизнь как экзамен, живу как дизайнер
Броуди, ты знаешь?
В таксе AUX? что делать ты знаешь
Группис жалеют что с нами связались
И грязные мысли под чистым кристалом

[Куплет 3: Obladaet]
Total black, phantom
В монохроме, как панда
Льем Bombay на пол
Вылез джин с дабл капа
Забудь мне не нужны баттлы
Все само ползёт ко мне в лапы
Мы будто в тумане, тут вроде не London
Я должен не спать, чтобы выспаться в Ламбо
Они пишут “ты топ, Обла”
Давай как раньше, стоп, Обла”
Меняюсь, но я все тот Обла
И отдай мне кэш за альбом года
За альбом года?
Я правда душу за альбом продал
Оу, черт! я записал альбом с богом
И альбом стильный, будто альбом с модой
Collezioni
На красных глазах мы летим на зелёный
Вся туса на траур, ведь убились в субботу
Что делал вчера всегда помню сегодня (Помню сегодня!)
Основа на поле
Ты хотел дроп? трек снова на воле
Ты лезешь с советом – меня не заботит
Я занят делом, но я не на работе

[Бридж: Obladaet x sted.d]
А
Ха
Панда, панда, панда
Е-е-е
Пау, пау, пау
Панда
Панда, панда, панда

[Куплет 4: Sted. d]
Totall black – phanthom
В монохроме, как панда
Кубок ядреного пойла в банду
Вывод нала на новый bottle
Я сыт по горло унылым адом
Их слэнг подобен кретинам с арго
Разлом в культуре за пару сек
Едем на это кино – в икарусе
Oh my gosh, правда
Ты выиграл суку в корейский рандом
Зачем сундук, у меня есть карта?
Мы в booty bay с моей командой
Е-е
Свеж, как дъявол
Внутри меня кто-то, он рвётся когтями
Среди безнадежных кварталов рецепты от кашля, как рай для бродяги
Айо
Я снова болен – в моем бомбее густое горе
Мы видели много людей, но не один их них не подарит покоя
Я в этих пустышек теряюсь easy
Смешался с толпой, их никчемной жизнью
Я обеспокоен
Но кап полон: в нем чай с мятой, вискарь с колой
Totall black – phanthom
В монохроме, как панда
Кубок ядреного пойла got em
Вывод нала – кислотный слалом
Мы катим в кромешной тьме
Я демон от музыки – всё в огне
Ты лезешь с советом – дам ответ
Душа – мертва, я не с ней

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А-а-а
Панда, Панда

OBLADAET – JUMANJI lyrics

[Куплет 1]
Ты всем нужен, до тех пор пока не сел в лужу
Но всем лучше, если б не было тебя, слушай
Я свой мир рушил, в один миг свой мир рушил
Собирал по частям и рушил
Но это не Lego, не игрушки
Вставляла меня, пробовал эту наркоту на себе
И все больше рубил ветку, на которой сидел
Меня не отпускает и это во мне и по сей день
Жала на кнопки, играла мной, как RPG по сети
Важно, что скажут со стороны и все ну чего они пялятся?
Это из рук вон, а я из рук вырывал тебя, будто черная пятница
Ты шла за мной вслед, но чаще казалось, что я просто пятился
И этой ночью мне не спится, будто я чертов пьяница
Я в черном, все попытки в итоге оказались никчемны
Нервы не к чёрту
Меня не было тут, но появился останусь с ночевкой
Похуй, о чем ты?
Ой ладно, все течет Темзой. Oi, London
Пожирал взглядом, и не ставил крест на ней
Будто бы на тишке Boy London
Быть человеком – замком
Строже программы “Человек и Закон”
Ты будто попала под дождь, а я был тем самым человеком с зонтом

[Припев]
Джуманджи
Мы играли в игру
Джуманджи (х8)

[Куплет 2]
Aw God shit
Мы играли в игру Джуманджи
Я кинул кости и ждал тебя тут
Твои слова на листах – бумажки
Мой черный фасон – сияющая дельта
Ты чертов масон
Не мог проснуться, думал что это сон
Ведь ты попалась, твое сердце в моем черном лассо
Черный список, но не Black Paper
Все, что есть в ранце, будто Backpacker
Иди по кривой, хоть был вектор
Кидай больше слов, ведь тут был ветер
В ушах Hope Виз Калифы
Уже кабина едет, как вниз на лифте
Дальше идти или тут залипнуть
Добиться своего и снова вниз с Олимпа
Не ждать зеленый, а двинуть на красный
Пусти на самотек, ведь нахуй стараться
В голове бардак, было все напрасно
И снова Twitter, WhatsApp, мой Ask-book
Нет слов, будто нет азбук
Снова сжигать мосты? Не, я пас тут
Ведь их развели просто
Одно поле, но мы по флангам разным
Холодный рассудок, в руках пара сумок
Никто не осудит и куда я по сути
Холодный рассудок, в руках пара сумок
Никто не осудит и куда я по сути
Холодный рассудок, в руках пара сумок
Никто не осудит и куда я по сути

[Припев]
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи
Джуманджи, мы играли в игру джуманджи

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

Calum Scott – Not Dark Yet

[Verse 1]
Shadows are falling, and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, and time is running away
Feel like my soul has, turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars, that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough, to be anywhere

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 2]
Well, my sense of humanity, has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing, what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 3]
Well, I’ve been to London, and I’ve been to gay Paris
I’ve followed the river, and I got to the sea
I’ve been down to the bottom, of a world full of lies
I ain’t lookin for nothing, in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden, is more than I can bear

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 4]
I was born here, and I’ll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was, I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer

[Outro]
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Lily Allen – My One [Live] Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby, I fucked half the boys in Paris
I knew you were so embarrassed
Cause I need my one

Darling, I woke up in Austin, Texas
I did decline to stay for breakfast
Ah, ah
Cause I need my one

[Hook]
My one, my one
My number one
My one, my one
My number one

[Verse 2]
Honey, I had a (?)
I put that loser in an uber
Cause he’s not my one
Pumpkin, I’ve picked something up in Sydney
And then the voice inside my kidneys
Said I need my one

[Hook]
My one, my one
My number one
My one, my one
My number one

[Bridge]
Honey, things in Gothenburg came undone
So I’m heading back to London
For to see my one

[Hook]
My one, my one
My one, my one
My one, my one
My number one

[Outro]
My number one
My number one
My number one
My number one
My number one
My number one
My number one

Jay Critch – Back From London Lyrics

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
I’ma block her if she keep calling
Huh, Rich Forever, still balling
Maybach is [?]
BK that’s Jay Critch
I was broke, got a broke wrist
Hundred bands now I ice it

Bentley truck just me and Rich
Hundred bands gotta make it flip
I’m the man and she notice it
I got money now she can’t get over it

Huh niggas that hated, we balling
Pull up Bugatti, I’m sorry
I drop a dub on a ring
She want Chanel and Céline

She want Chanel and a ring
But she cannot get a thing
Rich Forever bitch I ball like the ref
She in the back of the ‘bach with Dex
Jugging up packs on packs, who next?
I need the racks on racks to flex
Call up my shooter he at your neck
I get the moolah, I fuck the rest

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 2: Jay Critch & Rich The kid]
Aye green cabbage gotta have it
Aye smoking jattic, living lavish
My bitch ain’t average, rockstar Zoe Kravitz
She seen the fabric Goyard, let me smash it

I’ma smash it, attack it, pass it
I’m bending the bitch over backwards
Rolling with too many bankrolls, hundos
I ran them up for the blue notes

Walk around with the green on me, like Rondo
Too much money that it can’t fold
Justo just got a elbow

Cash it, Rack it
Aye 50K on a back end

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

Pete Townshend – Face The Face (Album Version)

Face the face, got to face the face
Face the face, got to face the face

You must have heard the cautionary tales
The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
From wiser folk who have been through it all
And the faded names sprayed up on the wall

We’ve got to judge the judge
We’ve got to find the finds
We’ve got to scheme the schemes
We’ve got to line the lines
We must stake the stakes
We gotta show the shown
We gotta take the takes
We gotta know the known

(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
We got to face the face
(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)

Face the face, got to face the face
Face the face, got to face the face

Got to
Got to

You must have tried and defied belief
Maybe buried your head in insular grief
I need your hunger, you need mine
A million mouths can swallow up time

We’ve got to fool the fools
We got to plan the plans
We got to rule the rules
We got to stand the stands
We got to fight the fight
We must fall the falls
We got to light the light
We got to call the calls

(We must race the race
So we can face the face)
We got to race the race
(We must race the race
So we can face the face)

Face the face, we got to face the face
We got to race the race
We got to

Keep looking

New York, Chicago
London and Glasgow
Keep looking

Keep on looking
Keep on cooking
Got to stay on this case
Study the pix
Watch the flix
We’ve got to find the face

Face the face, got to face the face (Watch the flix)
Got to

We’ve got to judge the judge
We got to find the finds
We’ve got to scheme the schemes
We got to line the lines
We got to fight the fight
We got to fall the falls
We got to light the light
We got to call the calls

(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
We got to face the face
(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
Keep looking, keep looking
(We must race the race
So we can face the face)
We got to race the race
(We must race the race
So we can face the face)
We got to face the face
We got to race the race

Salma Hayek Is a Brunette Again a Day After Debuting Blond Hairstyle

Blond hair today, gone tomorrow.

Salma Hayek surprised fans on Saturday when she showed up at the 2018 BAFTA Film Awards Nominees Party sporting a sleek blond bob. She also showcased her look on her Instagram page.

Well, it appeared to have been a wig, because on Sunday, Hayek walked the red carpet at the 2018 BAFTAs sporting over-the-shoulder, dark brown tresses—the same length and color she has regularly showcased and did so just a day before the pre-award show bash.

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The actress attended the award show with her husband, François-Henri Pinault, and wore a black gown with pink floral accents. She and fellow film stars wore black to the BAFTAs to show support for the Time’s Up campaign to stop sexual harassment and inequality in the workplace.

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The 2018 BAFTA Film Awards were held at the Royal Albert Hall in London, two weeks before the 2018 Oscars, which will take place in Los Angeles on March 4.

Tune in to E! Sunday, Mar. 4 at 1 p.m. ET/10 a.m. PT for the two-hour Countdown to the Red Carpet: The 2018 Academy Awards special followed by Live From the Red Carpet: 2018 Oscars starting at 5 p.m. ET/2 p.m. PT. Then don’t miss the Red Carpet Rundown special at 7 p.m. ET/4 p.m. PT. After the 2018 Oscars telecast on ABC, watch E!’s After Party: The 2018 Academy Awards at 11:30 p.m. ET/11 p.m. PT. For complete coverage of this year’s Oscars, watch E! News Monday, Mar. 5, at 7 and 11 p.m.

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Protesters Crash 2018 BAFTA Film Awards Red Carpet

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As celebrities such as Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Lawrence as well as Kate Middleton and Prince William arrived at the 2018 BAFTA Film Awards, several members of a feminist protest group crashed the area to stage a political demonstration, prompting police to intervene.

Wearing black and purple tops that read “Times Up Theresa,” about a dozen protesters from Sisters Uncut linked arms and lined up and even lay down on the red carpet at the Royal Albert Hall in London before the ceremony on Sunday. Police eventually moved the group. Police were called and the group soon left. No arrests were made and the protesters made no contact with famous guests.

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“Sisters Uncut stormed the BAFTA red carpet to protest [British Prime Minister] Theresa May‘s upcoming Domestic Violence and Abuse Bill, which they say will criminalize survivors while distracting from devastating funding cuts to domestic violence services nationwide,” the group said in a press release, adding that the U.K. leader’s domestic violence policies will leave survivors “locked up in prison, locked out of refuges, and locked in to violent relationships.”

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At the BAFTAs, film stars wore black to support the global Time’s Up campaign to stop sexual harassment and inequality in the workplace.

“We are in solidarity with the Time’s Up campaign,” the Sisters Uncut press release quoted protester Ana Kaur as saying. “Like the Alianza Nacional De Campesinas, we recognize that gender-based violence happens everywhere, and that to disclose abuse requires support. As well as calling Time’s Up on individual perpetrators, we have to call Time’s Up on our government for failing to provide us with real options and support.”

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Watch Wild Beasts Play Their Last Show Ever


Last year, Wild Beasts announced that they were breaking up, finally concluding the project with a farewell EP. This week, the band released a final live album called Last Night All My Dreams Came True and also played their last show at London’s Eventim Apollo. With a career-spanning 24-song, three encore set, the band triumphantly brought the 14-year-old project to a close once and for all. Watch a few clips of the performance and hear their new live album below.

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Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

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Kanye West Settles $10 Million Lawsuit Over Canceled Tour

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Kanye West has settled the $10 million lawsuit over his canceled Saint Pablo Tour, according to reports.

The Grammy winner canceled the remaining dates of his Saint Pablo Tour back in November 2016. “The remaining dates on the Saint Pablo Tour have been canceled,” a rep for West told E! News in a statement at the time. “Tickets will be fully refunded at point of purchase.”

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E! News later learned that exhaustion was to blame and according to an insider, West was working around the clock on various projects including fashion designs while also trying to make sure to spend time with family.

Months later in summer of 2017, West and his touring company, Very Good Touring, filed a $10 million lawsuit against Saint Pablo Tour insurers Lloyd’s of London.

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In court documents obtained by E! News in August, West’s team alleged breach of contract and breach of good faith and fair dealing.

“More than eight months later, the insurers have neither paid on the multi-million dollar claim nor denied the claim,” Kanye’s team stated in court documents. “Nor have they provided anything approaching a coherent explanation about why they have not paid, or any indication if they will ever pay or even make a coverage decision.”

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The attorney representing West’s touring company in the lawsuit, Howard King, told Rolling Stone in a statement Wednesday that “the dispute has been amicably resolved.”

Pendulum Announces An Exciting New Show In A New Events Space

Pendulum will be breaking in a brand new live venue at Printworks in London this April!

The legendary drum and bass band just teased the event on socials: “Excited to announce that we’ll be one of the first to perform in the new Live space at Printworks London!”

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Any time Pendulum gets together to perform it’s special, and this show has the right recipe to a night to remember. The new venue space is already destined to be iconic having booked Pendulum from the get go.

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Right now, the band only has a few dates booked in 2018 — so for the ultimate Pendulum fans, this is an unmissable show! Pre-sale tickets live Thursday 15th Feb at 9am. Register here for exclusive access and more information.

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Excited to announce that we’ll be one of the first to perform in the new Live space at Printworks London! This one’s…

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Lady rejects man’s marriage proposal after giving her a kidney

A 49-year-old man who donated a kidney to the woman he loves was overjoyed at saving her life but saddened when she said no to marriage.

According to Sunday Mirror, Simon Louis popped the question to Mary Emmanuelle after nursing her back to health. But Mary gently rejected his proposal, though she loved him back, because her health made the future seem uncertain.

However the pair vowed to remain friends and Simon, 49, said: “I offered her my heart but I had to settle for giving her my kidney. Whatever happens, I’ll never regret giving her the gift of life.ed: “He is my very best friend and always will be. The love between us is real. He could have died doing what he did for me.” The pair first met in a London club in the mid-1990s with Mary, then 20, thinking Simon, 28, was “a good-looking bad boy”.

They shared an odd smooch and flirted but things between them never progressed further. Simon, who had other relationships but never lost his feelings for Mary, would think of her on Valentine’s Day and buy her a rose or some chocolates.

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Then in September 2014, Mary suddenly collapsed at home after her skin went yellow. She was in a coma for a fortnight after a brain haemorrhage, spent two months in intensive care and was eventually diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease.

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Her only hope was a transplant %9 only hope was a transplant – but the chances of a donor being found were drastically reduced because she had very rare B negative blood. Simon visited her every day, sometimes staying the night, so he could help her get to and from the hospital.

A few weeks later Simon suggested getting tested to see if he was a match as a donor – and it turned out he was. Then both underwent surgery before helping each other back to health.

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Then one night cooking dinner, Simon plucked up the courage and proposed. Mary said: “I let him down gently by saying I’d have to think about it. I think I’d worry if we got married it would in some way damage our special friendship and also I don’t want to get wed until I’m fully better health-wise.”