Author: Azlyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & The Weeknd]
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I’m in L.A. like I’m Nipsey
Spanish girls wanna kiss me
A nigga wanna come and diss me
And put a hex like a gypsy
They kill themselves, no wrist bleed
Got suicides on my SV
She do it all for the Fendi
She do it all for the Gucci (Gucci!)
Baby girl wanna choose me
She wanna use and abuse me
I know she wanna text me (wow)
I know she wanna sex me (damn)
50 thou’ make her neck freeze
Fuck her once like “next, please” (brrr, brrr)
My nigga, who would’ve thought? (Huh?)
My nigga, who would’ve thought now? (Now)
I’ll be right back at the top now
I’ll be right back at the top now
I got your girl on my finger
Blowin’ my phone like she’s single
Blowin’ my phone like I’m Cee-Lo (damn)
Somebody needs to come get her (like damn)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (brrr)
I need to know for certain (it’s Gucci!)
Tell me, are you worth it?

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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say I, a star was born last night
Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night
That’s why you deserve that first class flight
Bye bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night
I’m in Dubai
Somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived
If I lived over here, I’d prolly have one hundred wives (damn!)
Walkin’ in the club and they like, “Gucci just arrived” (Gucci!)
I ordered up a dub and then I threw it in the sky
I told her I’m iight, now she look like she surprised (I’m iight)
She look like a model, but a devil in disguise
Bum, bum-bum-bum, I feel like Rocky in his prime
You know you came to fuck, so why the fuck we wastin’ time?
I got the kind of wood that make a woman lose her mind
I’m young, rich and handsome, baby, I’m one of a kind
Just keep it real with me, baby, it won’t cost you a dime (Gucci!)
I know you got expensive taste and I don’t even mind

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (got that work)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve, it’s Gucci!)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work
I need to know for certain
Tell me, are you worth it? (You know Wop)

Dalszoveg Mario – Vip

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP -ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

A bal kezemben Whisky, a jobb kezemben miksi
Nem kell a hiszti, csak haza akarlak vinni
Jól áll a szoknya, meg jó nagy a bullja
A fajtám nem koppan, nálad gyilkos a forma
Tetszel, kellesz! Veled este meglesz, mert kell
Megtudod hamarosan drágám, hogy milyen vagyok én
Elcsábítottál neked szól a zeném
Veszélyes a brigád, rajok vagyunk, ez a világ
A mi hibánk, utánunk futnak a gádzsik, értünk zokognak a pinák
Mert nekem is- neked is kell néha relax, sok a stressz
Menjen a dance, ma este minden lesz
Mert én vagyok neked a G-W-M, VIP és a brigád, ha nem ismered testvér a csajodat kérdezd
Raj vagyok azt csinálok amit akarok, ha bemegyek valahova tesó a buli elszabadul.

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Hidd el vezet az utamon a szaglásom
Jó érzékem van, hogy a lány engem lásson
A vére után megyek mint egy vámpír
Már nála vagyok még mielőtt rám ír
Most itt vannak a tettek urai
“NEM BÍROK A VÉREMMEL”, mint a Burai
Nincs olyan, hogy nem leszel…
Az enyém, mikor velem elveszel
Mondtam, hogy nem a többi palid vagyok
Nem egy palimadár, aki a kalitkában ragyog
Hanem aki az éjszakában mutatja a fényeket
Nem ígérgetek, én mutatom a tényeket
Minden barátnőd rám mosolyog
De most nem érdekel más csakis a mosolyod
Sajnos örökké szeretni nem tudlak
De ígérem boldog leszel hogyha meg..

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza versuri-lyrics.info
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Nem lehetsz Te másé, már csak az enyém
Gyere rosszlány, az este hidd el csak a tiéd
Ó várj, meglásd, hogy nem lesz mit megbánj
Szemedbe látom baba ég a tűz, az se baj hogyha rossz útra tévedünk
Gyere rázd meg a tested, a rajongód lettem, éjjel az ágyban, hagy lássam a melled!

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magaddd.
Mario dalszovegek
Video Mario

Lyrics Alan Walker – The Spectre

Hello, hello
Can you hear me, as I scream your name
Hello, hello
Do you need me, before I fade away.(the spectre)

Is this a place that I call home
To find what I’ve become
Walk along the path unknown
We live, we love, we lie.

Deep in the dark I don’t need the light
There’s a ghost inside me
It all belongs to the other side
We live, we love, we lie.

Hello, hello
Nice to meet you, voice inside my head
Hello, hello versuri-lyrics.info
I believe you, how can I forget.

Is this a place that I call home
To find what I’ve become
Walk along the path unknown
We live, we love, we lie.

Deep in the dark I don’t need the light
There’s a ghost inside me
It all belongs to the other side
We live, we love, we lie.

We live, we love, we lieee.
Alan Walker lyrics
Video spectre

Lyrics Afrojack – No tomorrow

Oh yes
Might just blow a whole check
Oh yes
Run up like I owe debt
Oh yes
She woke up in my old sweats
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
Oh yes
Might just blow a whole check
Oh yes
Run up like I owe debt
Oh yes
She woke up in my old sweats
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
Wake up every morning, thank God for another day
I roll it up, light it up, hit the blunt and take the pain away.(no tomorrow)

No tomorrow, like there’s no tomorrooow
No tomorrooow, like there’s no tomorrooow
We gettin’ lit just like there’s no tomorrooow
No tomorrooow, like there’s no tomorrooow. (x2)

Told her come get high in my location
Throw it back and put that s**t in rotation
Tryin’ knock me down just like it’s probation
Beatin’ no cases
Cracking cold cases
Talkin’ like a freak, I know you ain’t one
I know what you came for
You know where I came from
Money talkin’ but they ain’t saying nothing
Ballin’ like they the one
Million on my day one.

No tomorrow, like there’s no tomorrooow
No tomorrooow, like there’s no tomorrooow
We gettin’ lit just like there’s no tomorrooow
No tomorrooow, like there’s no tomorrooow. (x2)

O.T
I bought a Double R
I bought a new chain
I bought a new house
I bought a new ring
Got me a check, a check, a check
I’m feelin’ so cool man
All of these rappers wish they’re me
But they need school man
I love a white girl
She drives me so crazy
Smokin’ on all this weed
Versuri-lyrics.info
It got me so lazy
Always knew that I’d be a star
Just like a Mercedes
All of these whips in my front yard
But I’m like, “F*ck slavery”
Livin’ my life today
Hatin’ on me, better pray
Known for sellin’ the yay
Day after day after day
Caught me a case, beat the charge
Now I’m back in the street
Jury lit, now I’m froze
You’re like a package of me.

No tomorrow, like there’s no tomorrooow
No tomorrooow, like there’s no tomorrooow
We gettin’ lit just like there’s no tomorrooow
No tomorrooow, like there’s no tomorrooowww. (x2)
Afrojack lyrics
Video tomorrow

Lyrics 30 Glizzy – No deal

Police touched my nigga .. take a deal.
Labels keep calling my phone telling me to take a deal.
Those shooters needed lawyer money and I can’t be real.
And y’all niggars wanna .. in the field.
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m the player when I’m in the club, and I’m no dollar bill.(no deal)
30 Glizzy lyrics
Video deal

Lights, camera, acción
Lights, camera, acción

You say you a bad guy
You-you-you a bad guy
That’s why everyone likes you
They say that you’re so fun
And you’re so cool
They call you Baby Blue
Because it’s your favorite color, boy
I’m not worthy of the little girl you nuzzle to

A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue
Because it’s your favorite color
A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Boy
Because they like you, oh

It’s not a joke how much I like you
I know I play it off, but I lie to you
You say hi, say hi, boo
Everyone knows why I do what I do

The city is dangerous
I need your kiss to survive
The city is my dirtiest
I would advise
It’s nice, ice, baby
How much I’m liking you
Stone cold, baby
Somebody come and save me
Rock, rock, baby
Somebody come and save me
Rock, rock, baby
You don’t want to come and save me

Baby Blue
Because it’s your favorite color
Baby Blue

You’re always so high
You’re such a tough guy
But nothing to boy I knew
How come you got so bad
Remember what we had
Remember how, Baby Blue

A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue
Because it’s your favorite color
A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Boy
Because they like you, oh

The city is dangerous
I need your kiss to survive
The city is my dirtiest
I would advise
It’s nice, ice, baby
How much I’m liking you

Stone cold, baby
Somebody come and save me
Rock, rock, baby
Somebody come and save me
Rock, rock, baby
You don’t want to come and save me
Baby Blue

Songtexte Trettmann – Gottseidank

In meinem Tracksuit mit drei Streifen, gekommen, um zu bleiben
Lass die Flasche kreisen, uns Geschichte schreiben
Trag’ die Brille in der Nacht, hunderttausend Watt
Ballern ausm Sub, KitschKrieg.(Gottseidank)

Die ganze Nacht auf Tour
Treff uns aufm Flur
Meine Jungs rauchen pur
Rund um die Uhr
Aus den Boxen Shabba Rankin’
Frauen treiben mich in den Wahnsinn
Keinen Plan, wie das hier anfing
Doch Gott sei Dank, dass wir da sind.

GottseiDank hab’n wir die Ausfahrt nicht verpasst, und
GottseiDank sind alle außerhalb vom Knast, und
Heh, komm, wir kaufen uns ein’n Schnaps
Rauchen auf dem Dach mit Ausblick auf die Stadt
Mein Status, der Brabus, die Uhr hier musst du dir verdien’n
Lass sie blasen, danach schwimm’ ich Bahnen im Pool voll mit Lean
Die Taschen sind gestopft, wer hätte das gedacht?
Inkasso hat geklopft, kam mir vor wie letzte Nacht
Heute kaufe ich mir Schmuck und verliere ihn im Club
Aber Digga, scheißegal, Hauptsache, alle sind gesund (187!)

Die ganze Nacht auf Tour
Treff uns aufm Flur
Meine Jungs rauchen pur
Rund um die Uhr
Aus den Boxen Shabba Rankin’
Frauen treiben mich in den Wahnsinn
Keinen Plan, wie das hier anfing
Doch Gott sei Dank, dass wir da sind.

Die ganze Nacht auf Tour, seh’ keinen andern Sinn
Alles geht so schnell, aber kann auch einfach sein, dass ich zu langsam bin
Hab’ eine Hand an meinem Drink, mische Fanta und Gin
Doch verliere mich in mei’m Kopf, als wär’ MDMA drin
Mein Leben ist ‘n brandneuer Aston Martin
Alle suchen sich den besten Platz drin
Gott sei Dank hab’n wir Money, Money, Money
Und die Träume, die wir hatten, werden wahr
Früher hatten wir kein Money, Money, Money
Kauften reduzierte Ware bei Spar, Gott sei Dank nun ein Star
Komm, wir geh’n.

Die ganze Nacht auf Tour
Treff uns aufm Flur
Meine Jungs rauchen pur
Rund um die Uhr
Versuri-lyrics.info
Aus den Boxen Shabba Rankin’
Frauen treiben mich in den Wahnsinn
Keinen Plan, wie das hier anfing
Doch Gott sei Dank, dass wir da sind.

Keine Schüsse, Korken knallen
Alle happy, keine Sorgenfalten
Häng’ im Club, nur mit Originalen
Beste Budds in den Taschen, lass uns teilen
Das erste Mal im Plus, Jahresende
Das erste Mal im Plus, Jahresende
Gönn’ allen meinen Besten Geschenke
Und meiner Braut Schmuck, represente
Christopher Wallace, alles wie im Traum
Hits, Gigs, Frau’n
Non-stop bis zum Morgengrau’n
Ernte Früchte – Mangobaum.

Die ganze Nacht auf Tour
Treff uns aufm Flur
Meine Jungs rauchen pur
Rund um die Uhr
Aus den Boxen Shabba Rankin’
Frauen treiben mich in den Wahnsinn
Keinen Plan, wie das hier anfing
Doch Gott sei Dank, dass wir da sinddd.
Trettmann songtexte
Video dank

Songtexte Soufian – New level

Ja, zum hunderten Mal stell’ ich mir jetzt die Frage
Sag, soll ich es tun oder soll ich es lassen?
Am Ende des Abends gibt’s nichts außer Patte
Weil Patte regiert unsre Straßen seit Jahren
Auf Cash Money Brother, wie Brate sein Brate
Aus Scheiße mach Gold, aus dem Kilo ‘ne Tonne
Um Straße zu sein, musst du ‘n Mann sein, du Schwuchtel
Bring Mama die Tüten nach Haus und bleib hungrig
Trag’ tief in mei’m Herzen ‘ne Narbe von Kummer
Weil Brüder zu Fotzen geworden sind, choya
Ich schwöre bei Gott, ich wollt nix
Doch gab Gutes mit Liebe und Herz, sagt man bei uns L’Houma
Akhi, meine Gosse ist nicht so wie deine
Ich schieße mit Blei von ‘nem Fahrrad, wenn’s sein muss
Bruder für Bruder, bei uns ist das Standard
Doch Fotzen hab’n Patte gesehen, wurden anders.(new level)

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new level
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new level
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new level
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new level
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new level
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeel, new leveeel
Neue Chain, new Metal
Meine Shows – Heavy Metal
Meine Moves – zu special
Gehe direkt durch die Decke
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf die Presse
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf ein Label, ja
Sitze im Rarri und gebe Gas
Ich komme nicht aus der Gegenwart
Schieße auf dich mit der Lasergun
Meine Feinde weinen bei jedem Move
Denn ich mache als wäre ich aus Tränengas
Woah woah, yeah yeah
Versuri-lyrics.info
Nie genug, ich will mehr
Sie komm’n niemals hinterher
Neues leveeel, Alter, yeahhh.

Azzlack Motherfuck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

Yeah, bei uns herrschen andere Regeln
Das heißt: Lobe machen, ned reden
Der S**t ist wie Telekinese
Ist so, wie wir Sachen bewegen
Ja, Brudi, ich weiß, du kannst sehen
Ja, der ganze Block ist am beben
Und des ist ned leicht zu versteh’n
Aber das bleibt wie wir leben
Mach’ dieses Gwap, oida, mach’ dieses Gwap
Greif’ in die Kasse und moch’ mi davon
Oida, moch mi nit haß, oida, moch mit nit haß
Weil ich komm’ mit dem Squad und mit sehr viel davon
Und i leb’ so wie NASA, i leb’ so wie NASA
Du weißt, ich geb’ Gas und heb’ ab bis zum Mond
Oida, weiß, was ich man’, oida, weiß, was ich man’
B***h, ich weiß, dass du weißt, Ignaz K ist der Don, ja
Ja, dein Brei ist nur Einheit, für den Sche*ss hab’ i kein’ Zeit
Doch ich kill diese Keks, schick’ sie mit ihre Backpackrap direkt zurück in die Steinzeit
Und ich f*ck’ sie mit Feinheit
Und zerstückel’ sie zeitgleich
Dabei sieht man das nicht, viel zu quick in den G’nick mit ‘nem Stich und danach heißt es Bye Bye.

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeelll. (x15)
Soufian songtexte
Video level

Songtexte SXTN – Bongzimmer

hr könnt euch denken, wo ich bin, wenn ihr mich sucht
Hier macht alles einen Sinn, hier geht’s mir gut
Ich bin den ganzen Tag im Bongzimmer
Was ich grad mach’? Ich chill’ im Bongzimmer
Und warst du einmal da, gibt’s kein Zurück
Hier kommst du wieder klar und findest Glück
Den ganzen Tag im Bongziiimmer
Was ich grad mach’? Ich chill’ im Bongziiimmer.

Meine Augen rot, Gras grün, Zähne gelb, Lunge schwarz
Hab den ganzen Tag rumgeharzt, bis ich Hunger hab’
Fressflash, çüş lan, ich hab’ Bock auf Süßkram!
Lass ma’ was bestell’n oder hast du was im Kühlschrank?
Das ganze Zimmer verraucht mit dem allerbesten Kraut
Meine Longpapes verbraucht und das Feuerzeug geklaut, ah
Aber das kennste auch versuri-lyrics.info
Hotbox – wehe, du machst das Fenster auf
Haze liegt in der Luft, ich bade in diesem Duft
Tagelang im Bongzimmer und tagelang gebufft
Babamäßiges Kush, laber nicht so’n Stuss, ah
Lass dich fall’n und vergiss deinen Frust
Leg die Beine hoch und genieß deinen Tag
Flugmodus an – bi-bi-bin für keinen am Start
Ze-Zehn Gramm Ott, Eins-a-Hasch
Habe neunundneunzig Probleme, aber keins mit Gras, yeahhh.

Ihr könnt euch denken, wo ich bin, wenn ihr mich sucht
Hier macht alles einen Sinn, hier geht’s mir gut
Ich bin den ganzen Tag im Bongziiimmer
Was ich grad mach’? Ich chill’ im Bongziiimmer
Und warst du einmal da, gibt’s kein Zurück
Hier kommst du wieder klar und findest Glück
Den ganzen Tag im Bongziiimmer
Was ich grad mach’? Ich chill’ im Bongziiimmer.

Ich dreh’ holländisch wie die Produzenten von „New Kids“
Keine Freunde, aber mein Drogenhändler besucht mich
Dein Joint so dünn wie ein Q-Tip – mein Joint so dick, dass du blutest
Ich lad’ dich ein in mein Bongzimmer, bring Pizza mit, wenn du cool bist
Ich kann durch den Rauch das Universum seh’n
Wie sich alle kleinen Menschen auf der Erde bewegen
Hin und her laufen, zur Arbeit, nach Hause
Warten und kaufen im Ameisenhaufen
Kriege und Waffen, die Reichen an der Macht
Für Intrigen und Lügen keine Zeit – ich muss paffen
Sie lieben sich nur, wenn sie die gleichen Dinge hassen
Deshalb lieg’ ich hier rum, es gibt nichts Geiles zu verpassen
Nur Angstalarm im Hamsterrad, wie sie trotzdem noch alles beschönigen
Miese Jobs im Bienenstock, doch sie opfern ihr Leben der Königin
Harz, Liebe und was zu bau’n, sie denken, wir kiffen, weil wir blöde sind
Lass’ mal Gras über die Sache rauchen, wir fühl’n uns einfach wohl in dieser Höhle drin
Sie entscheiden sich lieber im Blut zu baden, immer noch leichter als gute Taten
Und wohin das Ganze führt ist ‘ne gute Frage – deshalb chill’ ich da, wo ich noch meine Ruhe habe
Schreib’ Songs immer im Bongzimmer und vom Ding her ist das Bongzimmer noch besser als S*x,
denn ich komm’ immer, ich bekomm’ Kinder – im Bongziiimmer.

Ihr könnt euch denken, wo ich bin, wenn ihr mich sucht
Hier macht alles einen Sinn, hier geht’s mir gut
Ich bin den ganzen Tag im Bongziiimmer
Was ich grad mach’? Ich chill’ im Bongziiimmer
Und warst du einmal da, gibt’s kein Zurück
Hier kommst du wieder klar und findest Glück
Den ganzen Tag im Bongziiimmer
Was ich grad mach’? Ich chill’ im Bongziiimmer.

Weil ich jeden Scheiß vergesse, weil ich kiffe
Muss ich endlich aufhören zu kiffen
Doch ich hab es vergessen
Weil ich zu viel kiffe
Weil ich jeden scheiß vergesse, weil ich kiffe
Muss ich endlich aufhören zu kiffen
Doch ich hab es vergessen
Weil ich zu viel kiffe
Weil ich zu viel kiffeee.
SXTN songtexte
Video SXTN

Songtexte Mert – Liebe heisst

Yeah, Muko, Liebe oder was?
Ach, Bruder, ich sag dir mal was ich von Liebe halte.(liebe heisst)

Ich war noch nie verliebt (ich war noch nie verliebt)
In mei’m Herz die Familie, im Kopf die Musik
Frauen, die ich treffe, sind nur Schocktherapie
Ich hab’ Angst um meine Zukunft und kein’n Bock mehr auf die
Ihr seid alle nur dem Geld hinterher versuri-lyrics.info
Deshalb schieße ich nur ungern und selten ins Herz
Ich hab’ gelernt, ohne dass ich es am eignen Leib spüre
Du willst dich treffen? Danke, aber nein, Süße
Ich hab’ Angst, Angst vor der Liebe
Ich hab’ Angst davor, dass ich keine Antworten kriege
Sag mir, wo ist das vernünftige Mädchen
Was mich auch immer dazu bringt, jeden Tag fünfmal zu beten?
In den Kreisen, wo ich lebe, werd’ ich so eine nicht daten
Ich lern’ nur Frauen kenn’n, die Fame woll’n und Pics faken
Und trotzdem seht ihr so wie Missgeburten aus
Wenn der Teufel dich nicht überzeugt, dann schickt er eine Frau.

Langsam wird es Zeit, dass du dich entscheidest
Willst du Party, willst du, dass du frei bist?
Oder willst du grenzenlose Liebe?
Sag mir, was bringt dein ganzes Kämpfen, ohne Ziele?
Ich weiß es selbst nicht, ich liebe, wenn das Geld spricht
Denn zu Geld hab’ ich ein gutes Verhältnis
Eine Sache check’ ich bei dem Thema nicht
Wenn wir alle gleich sind, wieso seid ihr so wählerisch?

Diese Liebe ist ‘ne sichere Enttäuschung
Viele kenn’n nicht mal die richtige Bedeutung
Liebe heißt Loyalität und Zusamm’nhalt
Das bedeutet wir werden zusamm’n alt
Liebe heisst, auf vieles zu verzichten
Sich für Höhen und für Tiefen zu verpflichten
Liebe heisst, f*ck deine Shishacafés
Diskotheken oder Clubs wirst du niemals mehr seh’n
Liebe heisst Loyalität auch in Kriesenzeit
Liebe heißt, dass keiner von uns beiden liegen bleibt
Liebe heißt, wir bleiben bis aufs Letzte treu
Es gibt nur ein’n Mann für dich, du hast kein’n besten Freund
Liebe heißt, zusamm’n durch das Feuer geh’n
Ich muss mir sicher sein, ich kann auf deine Treue zähl’n
Liebe heißt, ich ticke für dich aus
Wenn der Glaube dich nicht überzeugt, dann schickt er eine Frau.

Langsam wird es Zeit, dass du dich entscheidest
Willst du Party, willst du, dass du frei bist?
Oder willst du grenzenlose Liebe?
Sag mir, was bringt dein ganzes Kämpfen, ohne Ziele?
Ich weiß es selbst nicht, ich liebe, wenn das Geld spricht
Denn zu Geld hab’ ich ein gutes Verhältnis
Eine Sache check’ ich bei dem Thema nicht
Wenn wir alle gleich sind, wieso seid ihr so wählerischhh? (x2)
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Lyrics Weird Genius – Sweet scar

I can’t throw away the pieces that you gave
Betrayed in a way
Of a knife stuck on my back.(sweet scar)

How could you do this, we’ve been through this for a while
Once a cure
Now’s a scar.

Hold me not
Give me back my mind
My thoughts that you’ve taken
Starve me to care

Could the night help me shut you out?
You gave me a lesson
Not to go and dive
But i already dive.

I will try to latch myself out of your space
Far away
Untill the distance passed its line..

Its a new journey, my heart has had enough of pain
Once a fool
Now iam awake.

Hold me not
Give me back my mind
My thoughts that you’ve taken
starve me to care.

Could the night help me shut you out?
You gave me a lesson
Not to go and dive.

Not to go and dive
Not to go and dive
Not to go and dive
Not to go and dive
But i already dive
But i already dive.

You between the dawn and blackest sky.

Could the night help me shut you out?
A lesson
Not to go and dive
But i already dive
But i already diveee.
Weird Genius lyrics
Video scar

[Verse 1: Lorde]
A couple rebel top gun pilots
Flyin’ with nowhere to be, oh
Don’t know you super well
But I think that you might be the same as me
Behave abnormally

[Pre-Chorus: Lorde]
Let’s let things come out of the woodwork
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Yeah, awesome right?
So let’s let things come out of the woodwork
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lines
Seeing me rollin’, showin’ someone else love
Dancin’ with our shoes off
Know I think you’re awesome, right?

[Chorus: Lorde]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

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[Verse 2: Khalid]
I wanna feel the light, pushin’ our limits
Unbuckled for the ride, mhmm
We’re way too far from home
Let’s be honest with ourselves
We’re way too high to drive
So let’s take on the night
If the light is in, yeah
Open, finally, we’re goin’ and we’re free

[Chorus: Khalid & Lorde]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

[Verse 3: SZA]
I checked your girl at the door
I sent your friend to the store
It’s only me and you, finally us two
And I don’t regret drinkin’ this liquor, makin’ you listen
Yeah, I know you don’t know me well
My girl’s at the door
And I left my pretense at home
And it ain’t no goin’ back (goin’ back)

[Chorus: SZA & Lorde]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

[Verse 4: Post Malone]
Walk, never fall, but we still run
So pour up, pour up another one
I know, I know we on to somethin’
We got, we got a loaded gun, yeah
Go and shoot me the look in your eyes
And you’re here, I’m yours, you’re mine
Find each other when we’re losin’ our minds
Then we take it all off
You’re a runaway train, yeah
And you got me so faded
And I don’t wanna chase it, no
You know I think you’re awesome, right?

[Chorus: All]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite, yeah, yeah
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowin’ shit up

[Outro: Lorde]
Now you know it’s really gonna blow

Lyrics Missio – Everybody gets high

Once upon a time in a land far away
There lived a little boy and he drank all day
Friends called him stupid and his brothers called him gay
Emptied all the bottles ’til the pain went away.(everybody gets high)

Whiskey was his friend, he didn’t have another
Vicodin his vice, his real and only lover (yup)
Smoked a pack or two, it never was a problem
Popped a pill or two, they really made him blossom.

Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
And I trip, and I trip, and I trip
And I’m like, run ya b*tch, run ya b*tch, run ya b*tch
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Counterfeit hypocrite holy sh*t.

Once upon a time in a land far away
There lived a little boy and he cried all day
Playboy bunny magazines would never get him laid
He downed another bottle ’til the pain went away.

Whiskey was his friend, he didn’t have another
Vicodin his vice, his real and only lover
Smoked a pack or two, it never was a problem
Popped a pill or two, they really made him blossom.

Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
And I trip, and I trip, and I trip
And I’m like, run ya b*tch, run ya b*tch, run ya b*tch
Counterfeit hypocrite holy sh*t. (x2)

Everybody gets high, why the hell can’t I? (x4)

Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
And I trip, and I trip, and I trip
And I’m like, run ya b*tch, run ya b*tch, run ya b*tch
Counterfeit hypocrite holy sh*t.

Everybody gets high, why the hell can’t III? (x4)
Missio lyrics
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Lyrics Dj Envy – Text ur number

Wouldn’t ever think that I would feel this rich, ayy
In the trap, I keep on buildin’ with them bricks, ayy
Zoo Gang supply my shooters with extra clips, ayy
And if them niggas acting out, everybody get hit, ayy
She ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic
R-ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic, baby
W-w-why don’t you come my way, baby?
I smell like I’m smokin’ from Friday, ayyy.(text ur number)

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text ur number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.

Said she on me, man, she on me too, baby
I pull up in a Bentley coupe, baby
I swear the s**t, she hit my phone at two, baby
I might just turn up, just the s**t we do, baby
She run around with the f*ckin’ zoo (cartel music), baby
Then you see Monty, then I alley oop, baby
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I swear, I love to show off, baby, ayy, squad!

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy.

Christian Louboutin, go walk off, baby
The bitches hatin’, let the bitches talk on, baby
We gettin’ money, type of s**t that we on, baby
Late night sexting, baby, we grown, baby
Know that we on, baby.

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.
Dj Envy lyrics
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Lyrics Vintage Culture – Monday

You don’t know me
That’s ok
You will trust me.(monday)

Along the way
You won’t see me
Disappear
I don’t know if i made myself clear but.

I will be you’re fire
I will be you’re courage
I will be the sun in the dark rainy days
I will be you’re highway
I will be you’re smile
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I will be a weekend on every mondaaay
Mondaay, mondaaay mondaaay.

I will be you’re weekend on every mondaaay.

You should try me
So you know
If you don’t like me
I let you go
You may think that
Im insane
Give me a reason and I’ll take out the play but.

I will be you’re fire
I will be you’re courage
I will be the sun in the dark rainy days
I will be you’re highway
I will be you’re smile
I will be a weekend on every mondaaay
Monday, mondaay mondayyy.
Vintage Culture lyrics
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Lyrics Scarlxrd – The purge

Lost my mind again
ticking time bombs never wait
free and yet explosive,
i might f*cking blow up in your face
i like watching my walls cave
claustrophobic and insane
most you niggas talk that s**t at least I’m honest with my ways.
i dont need no medicine
keep that s**t for the trembling
never do the welcoming
you can hang onto the questioning
who you think you are b***h, go on then,
find me something better then
i bet you wont ‘cus im the only one out here developing.
I aint even mad no more
s**t i dont give a f*ck i don’t brag no more
f*ck clout
f*ck numbers
f*ck plans
f*ck whores
I’ve been going in until my right hands sore
i feel like the jedi with the gold on my belt
you’re too worried bout the bitches that be worried bout the wealth
having big dreams is really bad for your health
i deserve this s**t more than anybody else
who are you b***h?(the purge)

No one knows your name
but your so hell bent on the drugs and the fame
bite your tongue until it f*cking bleeds and never speak again.
Never told a soul all the pain I’ve been coping with.
I’ve been on my own, get the f*ck up out my face b***h.
better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.
you don’t know my mother f*cking story b***h you don’t know s**t.
Open the door never look back, leave me here in hell.
Even the score spit on the track, maybe i’m tipping the scale.
So you want more, they never ask.
This is my cry for help.
I told them before don’t bring up my past, i might kill myself.
Never told a soul all the pain I’ve been coping with.
I’ve been on my own, get the f*ck up out my face b***h.
better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.
you don’t know my mother f*cking story and you don’t know s**t.
so stuck that you cant move versuri-lyrics.info
really thinking that you’re hurt ‘cus you want to
I’ve been putting in the work like i got to
big dreams in your head are they not true
dont you let these mother f*ckers try stop you.
Don’t be a b***h get it like its not hard to.
Get up and get it then
harm your affiliates
show me your hell in your present tense
i put the terror in resonance.
Never told a soul all the pain I’ve been coping with.
I’ve been on my own, get the f*ck up out my face b***h.
better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.
you don’t know my mother f*cking story and you don’t know shittt.(the purge)
Scarlxrd lyrics
Video purge

[Verse 1]
I grew up smart as fuck, bad as shit
But really like the least baddest kid that I was with
Cause foenem been wild and shit
Been violent and shit
Been came home from them interrogations, silent shit
Now we fly with felonies and no ID’s, private shit
I make money just appear and disappear, magic tricks
I was on some savage shit when I wasn’t really havin’ shit
I was callin’ home from police stations, no one answerin’
I wanted shoes and mom was broke so I ain’t even ask her then
I was way too young to hustle, told cuz’ let me bag it then

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryn’ clear my head
Takin’ meds, chasin’ bread
Got so many niggas dead
And then the feds, you know I got to send them bread
Everything on the outside, all in they head
Other niggas with they bitches, all in they bed
I just tell them think ’bout this, we still on this mission
Tell them rock if you gon’ rock but jus’ don’t block the vision
Just don’t plot against me, just don’t turn against me
I grew up learnin’, listenin’, had no problem playing my position
Even if that came with ridin’ bitches
Just so we make history on our adventures
Just so we have victories and not endeavors
Put my life on line before when I would never
Told myself if you gon’ live life, it’s now or never

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

No I will not answer
Please do not call my phone
Mr. Do Not Answer phone
[girl leave me ‘lone
Double cup the styrofoam
Pull up my car it go vroom
It’s a coupe no, no leg room
Pulled up on your bitch like zoom
What, you thought that I wasn’t gon’ come through
What, you thought I wasn’t gon’ get comfortable
You know I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t you

Yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea
Yea yea

I know what I can and what I can’t do
I know every time that ima come through
Yea, I just turned into the big man
Big shoes
Big hands
Counting big bands
Big v on my back call my [?]
She saw the zippers as I [?] some sick pants

[Round 1: Pass]
It’s Pass verse Ness Lee
This a long time in the making
Since the Grind Time days they was tryna find a stage ’cause the guy’s rhyming amazing
But not today, you get blindsided by the basics
Niggas ain’t got no love for you?
Well it’s a fine line with the hatred
Ain’t no commonplace I concentrate
In the confines of the cages
An Oakland nigga had to get more bars locked
This Guantanamo Bay shit
Face it
Ay yo Yung Ill!
It’s called Blackout, nigga, not back out
That’s a subplot
But what’s the blood clot they giving me
Fuck it, anybody can get it within a one-block vicinity
What, son forgot? How Yung not remember me?
Gun shot, one pop, unlock your memory
But Ness Lee: what you popping ’bout?
Shit this battle might be better as a boxing bout
Yeah I be saying shit that’s out of pocket, partner
Cause my partners will really turn your pockets out
Don’t get dropped in the place, that’s what this not about
But you can get clocked in your face if you don’t watch your mouth
And don’t be trying to say that you a D-boy
You got these people bugging
Only time you had dough on a brick it was a pizza oven
Cut the cheap discussion
You could be six feet deep for nothing
Death could be the repercussion
I put you to sleep you meet the Reaper cousin
Curse him while I curse him it’s the Reaper cussing
Learn this I’mma teach him something
Burn another leaf to function
Nigga I ain’t even wanna diss you for being on Interscope
I mean that shit is dope
But you supposed to be winning, folk
How you still living broke?
If you was ghost-producing, ghostwriting, giving other niggas your illest quotes
Just to get dropped and get no credit, I guess he still a ghost
But you still be like “Yeah I was on Interscope, it wasn’t no big deal”
Yo quit trying to be a humble bragger
You don’t even get enough credit for being Atlanta’s first mumble rapper
What’s up with this shit?
Quit running your lips if you gon’ stutter, stumble and mumble the shit
That’s wack, you Bernie Mac black sum’ of a bish’

[Round 1: Ness Lee]
I said P-Nut backed out in the last minute
Ay Aaron, thanks for fucking me over
But you light-skinded, you ugly, your name starts with P
And you a piece of shit
So I ain’t gotta write too much of this over
Lil’ nigga, what’s that shit you talking ’bout?
Lil’ nigga watch your mouth
You said this would be better as a boxing bout?
Nigga you see these guns, bitch I’d knock you out
You been spitting worthless verses lately
Even the way you word ’em’s lazy
If you hurt then take leave, you been looking nervous baby
We want that old Pass, that Wolverine berserker raging
I mean that shit used to look like a movie: ‘When Nerds Get Angry’
But you get more than you worth, you face me
I’m more well rounded than a flat-earther may think
If you don’t hate this herb then turn away please
When D’s search your place they’ll find you looking like you never learned to say cheese
I’ll break your sternum, leg, vertebrae, spleen
You’ll be laid stiff, with your eyes open
Shit look like you had a perverted daydream
And all that gaining your courage while you burn a grape leaf
Gon’ end up getting you high, wasted like Wird of Pley jeans
I am hurricane, swinging at a hurricane speed
I’m a deity, my claims ain’t as absurd as they seem
I could terminate your term in eight weeks
The term for how I determine what the detours meant to be determined
You heard of the verdict it’s curtains like the jury’s hating
He earned it
I line ’em up perfect
I cut his hair with Beijing
Short of breath, new colors in your flesh permeating
By the power that my arm forces you’ll be turning navy
You’ll see firsthand which way the pearly gates swing
After I lean him with a flurry Sigourney can’t weave
Then flee the scene before the police can get to the doormat
But I mentally go back: I’m thirty days clean
My mind’s cold and you don’t have a cure for brain freeze
I’m Herman Cain mean, a circuit training is my current main squeeze
If your main concern is safety make sure that your front line got perfect aim
But what’s a turret when Sherman tanks lead?
So they blowing up your head when they tell you you’re amazing
Charge into the game and you’ve incurred a late fee
Think you’re bigger than you are and you’re a Nate
Your innate ego that tells you that you’re an eight
Is where I’m urinating
I said you be going off in Oakland like a veteran do
But being good outside of Oakland is something you never could do
I said the Oakland Raiders have just been subjected to move
Outside of Oakland, let’s just hope that they can do better than you
You speak like you like to fight
Well indeed, I am intrigued
My mind is wired like a machine
Left straight real quick if my right don’t complete
LA Gears bitch, that means I’m light on my feet
And in my hood, they like to steal a nigga’s lighter then leave
But I misunderstood, I steal on niggas lighter than me
Rock ’em to sleep and peel off
If I say I leave this mark in the streets
Don’t be waiting for no tires to screech

[Round 2: Pass]
Man, you landed in Canada
Got excited just to be hanging out with a lot of rappers
I know I’m good if I hit the plug right before I hit the plane, I know a lot of factors
Niggas balling in the Six, but they not the rappers
Miss me with that bullshit, I’m Serge Ibaka but I dodge it faster
Ness pop back up, get your back popped
Now your posture back up
Can’t breathe, you need a oxygen mask
If we boxing back up
Man you look and sound dumb as fuck
I’ll fuck this whole function up
I’ll puncture your lung
I’mma jump for what
When I could split your middle like a blunt getting cut
And dump your guts
You supposed to be a legend
But why don’t you get paid more?
We can’t even evenly wage war
You sick, Ness but I’m cancer at stage four
What they bring you to the stage for?
You don’t gotta ask if this the best
This classic shit class dismissed to rest
Your shit’s a mess
Niggas wanna pass the litmus test
But Pass the litmus test
This some brand new shit that I had to dig for Ness
Switch the opponent on you, damn how much you get for Ness?
But these weak-ass rappers not showing up, that’s how you get finessed
Man I’m bringing that capital back to California
Shout out to Sacramento, but I’m from Oakland
Home of hieroglyphics, niggas tag your temple
Yeah, we don’t do the trust game
It’s like you gotta keep one in the car, that’s clutch man
When you ride with the shit, you drive with the stick
But it’s not just a Mustang, it’s a must thang
Niggas don’t bang colors so they just bang
But fuck that, yeah I like to scrap
I ain’t scared ’cause dog large, he goofy
I’m Gucci, we do it all hard
We squabble I leave him red black and blue like a squad car
Next to him I’m like a stick figure?
That stick figures, he off guard
My shit split ya’, I hit quicker
Big nigga we go hard
In this battle rap shit nigga I’m y’all god
I’m ominous, omniscient with it
I got a different vision
Trying to move these numbers
I’m an arithmetician
Like your crew get ate by the 4-2 but that’s quick division
Your bitch is tripping, pistol whipping
Crack your head can’t make up your mind
I make the split decision
I got it mapped out: fuck a resume, put the stats out
Every rapper got smacked out
So I had to come back out to Blackout and black out

[Round 2: Ness Lee]
I said you can aim it and cock it
Bang it and pop it
But I need you to come to this battle the same way you came to this battle:
Keep all that shade in your pocket
I remember when you had that classic matchup with Hollow, son
Niggas was debating, they ain’t know if you or Hollow won
They said that nigga Pass got the second, they gave Hollow one
Then Hollow battled Budden and Lux
And you battled…..nigga Hollow won
I said we been cool, I produced a couple songs for you
So as a friend I’m concerned your run was too long for you
‘Cause you been out here losing, nigga, this the zombie you
Nigga you lost to Bishop, what the hell is wrong with you?
I said you used to airing out and tearing down crowds and cheering out loud
But now all we hear around town is ’bout you wearing down, how?
‘Cause you been out here losing to your self
When you want me to take this mirror down, now?
They tell me Ness, bring the lyricism back bro
So I’m Christopher Rivers when he’s listening to Fat Joe
And I’m sitting in the château
I tell him how we similar then I sit him in my shadow
Woah, how this nigga think he winning when he that slow?
See how a pro laps him if I hit this little asshole?
Pause
He think it’s all cinnamon and apples till he get a Bender versus P Nut
Heavy coughing in the middle of his battle
I’m sending him and it’s intense
He’ll spend his life behind these bars, I’m ending him in a sentence
Points inside of points like independent in a pendant
And no matter wrestling match or crafting an effortless rap
I’m pinning him in an instant
Jeez, he’s ruthless
But you Stacy Dash when she play the preteen Clueless
At a hundred percent, you never seen me losing
Just be ready to go out like a PE student
Truly if you knew me then you’d know that this a new me
Like ring, ring ‘Who dis?’
I eat, drink, sleep, breathe clean sweep music
You see that he’s a beast, when you swing he do this
Weave, weave, weave, weave, weave, stupid!
Let’s get it clear, boy
We are not peers, boys
I see the future, you getting this joy here boy
I’m clairvoyant, there’s no avoiding, you hear boy?
And I feel like roasting, bring that ass here boy!
I said you old, we-don’t-know-what-you-are-in-the-race-ass nigga
You old, internally-conflicted-in-the-face-ass nigga
You old, whenever-you-hear-a-cop-say-‘Chase that nigga’
Your black side run
Your white side chase that nigga
And-that-backpack-you-be-wearing-is-stupid-face-ass nigga
You old, ‘I like to move it, move it’-face-ass nigga
Soon as you start to think you’ll see this geek son mean
Never forget, Warriors blew a 3-1 lead

[Round 3: Pass]
You ain’t just dark, Ness
Rest in peace to King Charlie Murphy, but you Darkness
My bad, you ain’t like that?
Well if you don’t you can get the world’s blackest violin
‘Cause every time I see you, I want to be like ‘Hello, dark Ness my old friend’
What you came out here to Blackout just to out-black me?
How special
I’ll bet you this crowd gets you
Well let me tell you, the only reason I even came out here was to out-Ness you
I’m a young black militant nigga with melanin
Done yapping, willing to settle it
Untapped skill set
Gun clap grill spill in your lap
You smell the evidence
Don’t get it then you forever dense
My name rose to prominence
Leave him defeated, he leaking, his confidence
Can see your stream of consciousness
But, can’t tell if you conscious, Ness
So, put the nickel to your noggin since
He need some common sense
Now I know why you not moving shit, with the music shit
It’s a lot of technical
Yeah you a rapper’s rapper, but it’s got the best of you
It’s like trying to push a wheelchair up stairs
It’s not accessible
But you just keep saying that you don’t want to dumb it down
And that’s how niggas with the most talent get stuck in the fucking underground
But I’ll never fall off, I just bounce back
And call y’all dumb
But you never even been on a platform that you could fall off from
Even though them white boys on King of the Dot don’t always say Ness Lee’s awesome
But, you just know how it to play it well
You gotta be like the least cool rapping nigga from the ATL
Like yeah, that way
You look like you work at a Subway
Yeah, that way
Your lips the same color as a ashtray
Hold up, wait a minute
You see how I did it?
When I come back out and black out my shit sound different
If you come to from a blackout you really sound different
I’ll be the last man standing when this round finish
I give, work to your block
I give your town bidness, nigga

[Round 3: Ness Lee]
Fucking wild, he said I don’t want to dumb it down, like that was true
Fuck is you talking ’bout
Nigga I had to dumb it down to battle you
I said Bender you used to be the main attraction
But he’s faded to black since
And fans still faithfully asking when we’re making it happen
Every time I’m not announced versus you, they get to spazzing
Like, ‘Where’s Bender?,’ I’m like, I don’t know
Somewhere painting some wack shit
Or music over battling
Considering how mild his morale is
I figured he’d be more radio active
Wanna see me and that little nigga spar
You gotta make that nancy care again
So I reach and hit him with a bar
But he might keep running
I mean, he did get washed by P Nut
And he ain’t nothing but like the light me or something
And if you keep writing you might delight me with something
Tell your chick I’m the shit, bitch, I might need a blumpkin
She slick like my dick print, invite me to luncheon
Some insight to live with you might be a luncheon
You get hype I Trick-Trick your life, repercussions
Your windpipe get slit with a knife, reconstruction
If you have any questions the class is in session
A couple more battles for measure
Then I’m snatching that necklace
A mean ‘bow will leave Rone with a lasting impression
Hello I am Ness
I can break ice in a matter of seconds
You haven’t noticed, P Nut got Pass in his presence
Man that nigga be rapping like Pass, like Pass isn’t present
Like you the old Pass
And he the Pass of the present
Passing with an impression of Pass
Like Pass’s past is impressive
That man done passed Pass in progression
Managed to catch Pass, and ran with it
Damn, pass interception
And y’all used to gas Pass
Now Pass ass and when you gas Pass you really pass gas by retention
And all that passive aggression in Pass’s aggression
Gon’ land Pass in a dream inside a dream
Y’all gon’ see Pass in inception
He get mad and try to take it past words
You gon’ need some caps, Wurdz
That’s password protection
This whole Pass section was for P Nut
As he’s made Pass an obsession
But I’m past that, now it’s a Pass intervention
I’ve already had a chat with Pass as a rapper and checked him
Now I have to rap with Alex Jenney, the man and the legend
You been lacking in your standards
And as a fan it’s depressing
Now your work is in jeopardy, Alex is Alex Trebek-ing
You gon’ be stuck here your whole life
You should use that as a weapon to lend your career its own ice
And you ain’t Alex Ovechkin

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel

[Verse 1]
There’s a voice in my head telling me to stay
If I take one more step, I’ll never be the same
I keep running, running, running, running from your love
And I keep running, running from you

[Chorus]
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around

[Post-Chorus]
Hello, can you hear me now?
Hello, hello

[Verse 2]
Now the door’s wide open, but I’m still outside
All the words unspoken, written in my mind
I keep running, running, running, running from your love
And I keep running, running from you

[Chorus]
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around

[Post-Chorus]
Hello (hello), hello (hello)
Hello (hello, hello, hello, hello)
Hello, can you hear me now?
Hello, hello?

[Verso 1: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Aquí estás
Ya no puedes detenerte
¿Dónde vas?
Si estoy loco por tenerte
Cómo lo iba a saber
Que te vería otra vez

[Coro: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Tú me confundes, no sé qué hacer
Yo lo que quiero es pasarla bien
Yo tengo miedo de que me guste
Y que vaya a enloquecer
Si eso pasa yo seguiré
Contigo aquí como un perro fiel
Yo tengo miedo de que me guste
Y que vaya a enloquecer

[Verso 2: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Te hablo en serio mai, no estoy jugando
Tanto tiempo pasa y nada
Estas ganas no me aguanto
Y aunque tú me esquives, yo te sigo deseando
Dicen que tú eres peligrosa
No le hago caso a esas cosas
Dime qué está pasando
Me tienes como un loco, soy un loco enamorado, eh
Quiero saber cuánto me vas a insistir
Y hasta dónde llegarías por mí
Siento mucho la espera
Pero valdrá la pena cuando te esté besando
De la manera que te mueves así
Yo te lo juro me voy a derretir
Tú sabes que soy buena
Por más que yo te esquive me sigues deseando

[Coro: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Tú me confundes, no sé qué hacer
Yo lo que quiero es pasarla bien
Yo tengo miedo de que me guste
Y que vaya a enloquecer
Si eso pasa yo seguiré
Contigo aquí como un perro fiel
Yo tengo miedo de que me guste
Y que vaya a enloquecer

[Puente: Shakira]
Enloque-que-quecer
Yo no pido nada extraordinario
Solo un hombre de verdad
Que se tire por mí al barro
Que cambie las bombillas y hasta que me lave el carro
Quiero un tipo atento y cariñoso
Pero que no sea muy celoso
Que en la calle sea un príncipe
Pero que en mi cama sea salvaje y peligroso

[Verso 3: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Puedes pedir lo que quieras de mí
Yo haría lo que fuera para ti
Siento mucho la espera
Pero valdrá la pena cuando te esté besando
Yo estoy seguro que estoy hecho pa’ ti
Yo te lo juro no te haré sufrir
Como te dije nena
Por más que tú me esquives, te sigo deseando

[Coro: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Tú me confundes, no sé qué hacer
Yo lo que quiero es pasarla bien
Yo tengo miedo de que me guste
Y que vaya a enloquecer
Si eso pasa yo seguiré
Contigo aquí como un perro fiel
Yo tengo miedo de que me guste
Y que vaya a enloquecer

[Puente: Shakira & Nicky Jam]
Enloque-que-quecer
Aquí estás
Ya no puedes detenerte
¿Dónde vas? (¡Oh!)
Si estoy loco por tenerte

[Intro: Famous Dex & Pachino]

"Dexter, Yeah yeah
New money yeah New glasses, yeah
Talking bout I got it, I’m fucking lil bitch in the closet. Made a deposit boy hunnit deposit what"

[Pre-Hook: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Talking bout money I got it (Talking that what)
Talk about money I got it
Talking bout money I got it (what)
Talking bout money I got it
Talking bout money I got it (what)
Talking bout money I got it (huh)
Talking bout money I got it (yeah)
Talk bout money I got it (huh)

[Hook: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Talk about money I got it (You what)
Talk about money I got it (Talking that what)
Pull a Porch out on Colis (Skrrt)
Pulled a porch out on Coils (Skrrt)
Talk bout money I got it (you what)
Talk bout money I got it (you-wait)
Talk about money I got it
I go to the bank and I’m my own
I go to the bank and I’m my own spot it

[Verse: Famous Dex]
Talking bout money I got it (you-what)
I pull the lamb up in traffic (huh)
Walking that bank make deposit (ou huh )
Talking bout money boy stop it (yeah)
Talking bout money I got it (you-what)
Fucking your lil bitch she look backwards (ou-huh)
I can not fuck with these rappers (ah-what)
Most of these niggas be faggots! (Bitch)
My diamonds wet like a napkin (what)
I get the money I bag it (huh ou)
Diamonds they come in fantastic (huh)
That shit lookin’ dramatic
Talk about money I got it
Talk about money I got it
Run up on me yeah I got em, I got em’, I got em’ (Dexter)

[Pre-Hook: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Talking bout money I got it (Talking that what)
Talk about money I got it
Talking bout money I got it (what)
Talking bout money I got it
Talking bout money I got it (what)
Talking bout money I got it (huh)
Talking bout money I got it (Yeah)
Talk bout money I got it (huh)

[Hook: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Talk about money I got it (You what)
Talk about money I got it (Talking that what)
Pull a Porch out on Colis (Skrrt)
Pulled a porch out on Coils (Sk-Skrrt)
Talk bout money I got it (You what)
Talk bout money I got it (you-wait)
Talk about money I got it
I go to the bank and I’m my own spot it

[Verse: Pachino]
Talking bout money I got it (foreal)
Don’t wanna talk it ain’t profit (racks)
That shit is really just logic (naw)
Niggas is broke need to stop it (foreal)
Pull off the lot just like skrrtt (skrrt)
Niggas is broke that’s my word (yah)
Remember I was on the curb (foreal)
Now in L.A. smoking herb
And the weed it be different and shit (foreal)
On my downfall they wishing and shit (yah)
As soon as I walk in the club see I got it lit up Just like its christmas and shit (boom)
And them niggas be bitches and shit (ou)
But they just gotta listen and shit
Cause as soon as I walk in the club
See my Rollie it glisten, yeah it glisten and shit

[Pre-Hook: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Talking bout money I got it (Talking that what)
Talk about money I got it
Talking bout money I got it (what)
Talking bout money I got it
Talking bout money I got it (what)
Talking bout money I got it (huh)
Talking bout money I got it (Yeah)
Talk bout money I got it (huh)

[Hook: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Talk about money I got it (You what)
Talk about money I got it (Talking that what)
Pull a Porch out on Colis (Skrrt)
Pulled a porch out on Coils (Sk-Skrrt)
Talk bout money I got it (You what)
Talk bout money I got it (you-wait)
Talk about money I got it
I go to the bank and I’m my own spot it

[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
Oh my my, don’t play now baby
Say say say, hey hey now baby
So let’s get one thing straight now baby
Tell me tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
I bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
Been wishin’ for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)

[Verse 2: SZA]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You gon’ make me hit you with that lay down, baby (oh)
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You know what I need, you don’t have to cave, now baby

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
I bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
Been wishin’ for you am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
What lovers do
What lovers do
What lovers do

[Bridge: Adam Levine & SZA]
Are we too grown for games?
Are we too grown to play around?
Young enough to chase
But old enough to know better
Are we too grown for changin’?
Are we too grown to mess around?
Oh and I can’t wait forever baby
Both of us should know better

{Hook: Adam Levine & SZA]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)

[Intro]
Baby .. what you all about
Baby show me what you all about

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
Baby I just wanna show you out
Come and show me what you all about
Made a promise to each other we gone hold it down
When you with me you ain’t got nothing to worry bout
Come jump in with me yea, and we gone ride out
We gone ride out , we gone ride , (skrt) we gone ride out

[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
When I first met you I was down for to get you baby
I remember the first time that I kissed you baby
No you won’t understand this way that I been living
Love it when I’m with you
No I can’t explain the feeling
No I can’t lie every time that I’m with you I love it when I see yo smile
We smoke on that loud, we sit and we talk
Every time we roll around
Fuck all these hoes my attention on you
You already know how I get down
They watching us but I’m strapped in this truck
Let em’ play and it’s going down
She don’t smoke but every time she with me we be faded
I’ll never change on you girl you my baby
Promise that I would protect you through any altercation
Code to my heart yea
You got the combination

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
Baby I just wanna show you out
Come and show me what you all about
Made a promise to each other we gone hold it down
When you with me you ain’t got nothing to worry bout
Come jump in with me yea, and we gone ride out
We gone ride out , we gone ride , (skrt) we gone ride out

[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Ima ape feel like that when I rock that bape shit
She say she like the way that I rock that supreme shit
Pull up on the scene they know who we is
Turnt up in the party we be kicking shit
Gone off these drugs but I ain’t never tripping cause I know you know what you doin’
You say you love the way I make you feel
Every time that we do it
People tell you fa to leave me alone but they got nothing to do what we doing
I’m on this journey I’m so glad you joined
I’m on this journey I’m so glad you joined
I swear that I’m so glad you joined
I swear that I"m so glad you joined

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
Baby I just wanna show you out
Come and show me what you all about
Made a promise to each other we gone hold it down
When you with me you ain’t got nothing to worry bout
Come jump in with me yea, and we gone ride out
We gone ride out , we gone ride , (skrt) we gone ride out

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Intro]
Say what
Huh
Say what
Say what
Yeen talkin bout no paper?
Let’s roll then

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

[Verse: 1]
Trynna get these stacks, nigga
Gotta watch them rat niggas
Better keep ya strap nigga
Go to church or clap niggas
I don’t fuck with rap niggas
I know real trap niggas
Bitch be like I’m that nigga
Skinny nigga, pockets bigger
I just flexed up on a hoe
She thought I was broke
I told her money funny
Then she thought I was a joke
Let me call Julio
Feel like smokin out the bowl
Ran a train
She like to smoke
Kick that thot hoe out the room

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

[Verse: 2]
Any nigga want to play
Super soak him
We gone spray
We gone clap, a bay bay
Money hungry, say my grace
I be [?] while they hate
[?] before I face him
Never worry bout no haters
Boy you better get some paper
Rollie tell the time
But I can’t give a bitch a minute
We got shooters
Bitch we hittas
I wanna getcha
They gone getcha
I just want the scrilla
[?] these niggas
The money, we got plenty
Yeah, bitches we got plenty

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

I’m just a broken instrument in the hands of the Greatest
So if the notes are off it’s ‘cause I ain’t nothin’ to play with
And you can fault me, but ain’t we all off key
Majorin’ in the minors like there ain’t no errors behind us
Somehow he still makes these melodies with my felonies
I ain’t buyin’ nothin’ they sellin’ me what you tellin’ me
Broken pieces actin’ like we ain’t cracked
Man we all messed up and cain’t no one escape that
We some broken people
Came from broken homes
Broken hearts inside of a broken soul
Alcoholics, the addicts
English, African, Arabs
Ain’t no riches to fix it
You still broke when you have it
If you ain’t breakin’ bad and you still chasin’ the habit
It ain’t no wonderland so we still chasing the rabbit
Ain’t a soul on the planet
That’s better than another
And we all need grace in the face of each other

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

From Heaven we all small
Can’t nobody buy tickets
You better have will call
That reaper he will call
They hurt just like me
Work just like me
Lust of the flesh the pride of life they flirt with like me
Regardless of our money we all broke together
And if we don’t swallow our pride we gon choke together
Tryna hold onto our lives with these clumsy hands
Fell off the wall of purity
Doing that Humpty dance
Forget the king’s horses
Forget the king’s men
The King is coming to put us back together again
Been fighting since my daddy left
Fighting for approval
Think I don’t know tryna get this world to love me is futile
We Tyler Durden won’t be the burden of being less
Than what we were made to be like being what they suggest
We are outsiders, outliers
Out cry is loud, the meek inherit the earth
And God opposes the proud

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
And I’ll always be home
And I’ll always be home

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 1]
I was in Atlanta
She was 19
I was only 20
She was tryna scheme
She had nightmares
Me I had dreams
She had wants
Me I had needs
I don’t like to chill
Yeah I like to fuck
I don’t pop pills
Yeah I get drunk
Just throw it back
TBT
Every Sunday like CCD
You knew me back when
Before the back-ends
I made your back bend
Ooh
Now there’s a husband
But you don’t fuck him
Cause you don’t love him
Ooh

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 2]
Its been four long years since I seen you
Wouldn’t wanna be you
Its been four long years since I left you
But I ain’t forget you
So you pull up on me cause I say so
You still broke I’m paid though
Downtown buckhead bad latina from the block like J-Lo
All my chips got Queso
Yeah I’m tryna rub it in
Whole lotta money been comin’ in
Im’a come up I don’t know if you should come again

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Hook]
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up

[Verse 1: Rapsody & Heather Victoria]
Big money on ya’ visa
Only way you get her, only way she won’t leave ya
She said, "How much you think it cost for this weave, huh?"
You like the way it look? Well baby, it’s gon’ cost some
Spoiled, look good, she like real leather
She like exotic trips, good weather
All you got to offer is to love her better, better than the rest
I told her, "You ain’t need a dime to be better than the best"
Thought it would impress, picked her a bouquet
She only want new boots like Beyonce
She like I got dreams that’ll one day pay
She looking at you like "Baby, I ain’t got time to waste"

[Hook]
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up

[Pre-Chorus]
He bought her tulips, roses, daffodils
She’s money hungry, but he can’t pay her bill
She want new dresses, hair-do
New high heels
She money hungry, but he can’t pay her bill
Pay up

[Chorus: Heather Victoria]
It’s the money that she loves, loves, loves
But, he ain’t got enough, ‘nough, ‘nough
She bought him flowers
Picked some flowers from the yard, yard, yard
She bought him flowers
But, that won’t win her heart, heart, heart
Pay up

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
He just wanna lay up in yo’ place
Livin’ off yo’ income, chillin’ all day
Borrowed her the car and bring it back on low tank
With his homeboys’ homeboys playing 2k
You his come-up, he don’t wanna come up
That’s why he preying on independent women
Grocery list, and all the bills is paid
He on the family plans, so all the calls is made, yeah
Most of those go to others
Tryna make you feel bad saying you don’t love him
Buy him new Js, whips, and threads
He always got excuses, on Polo bids like pay up
Ain’t no family plans
You was tryna help a man become a man
Thought your love one day would help him grow up
But, he just want a baby girl that he know can

[Hook]
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up
Pay out

[Bridge: Rapsody]
She bought him flowers
She bought him flowers
She gave him flowers
Roses red, violets blue
All he know is that he love you girl
She bought him flowers
Roses red, violets blue
All I know is that she love you boy
Pay up

[Chorus: Heather Victoria]
It’s that money that he love, love, love
But, she ain’t got enough, ‘nough, ‘nough
She picked some flowers from the yard, yard, yard
She bought the flowers
But, that won’t win his heart, heart, heart
Pay up