Tag: TV

[Intro: Tyga]
Zaytoven
Say I’m flossing, say I’m bossing
Now I’m flossing, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Tyga & King]
Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
Bitch we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting

[Verse 1: Tyga]
You had it, you lost it
You lost it, yeah you lost it
I found it, I got it, got the plug and the sake
My vanilla girl like chocolate
My chocolate girl like caramel
My caramel girl like dairy flavored
Drippin’ like the faucet
I’m flossing, I’m flossing
I’m floss and flossing
She just got her ass shots, we into the soften
She bossing, she boss and send five texts at ???
Everytime we hit the mall, they should bring a coffin
I’m cocky, I’m flossing, put a porch to the Porsche
It can get exhausting, all this fucking flossing
Diamonds in my teeth, when I smile I sparkle
I should be a dentist, I could teach you how to floss it

[Hook: Tyga & King]
Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
Bitch we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Car that’s from Hoochies, I’m bout to throw a party
Where’d she get that ass, she got it from her mama
I’m saucy, I’m flossing, I’m saucy, balsamic
And I paid in full, I should be from Harlem
Just pulled up in ??? and ferraris
Whoa kemosabe, flossing is a hobby
And I’m on your TV, whoa hashetashe
All my ice is water, yours is wishy-washy

[Hook: Tyga & King]
Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
Bitch we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting

[Verse 1]
Well, I heard the blinker’s on
I heard we’re changing lanes
I heard he likes to race
I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
Are always in bad taste
And I heard that Monday’s just a word we say
Every seven times around
And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
Watch those strings go up and down
The elephant in the room begins to dance
The cameras zoom into
His mouth begins to move
Those hateful words he uses

[Chorus]
I don’t care for your paranoid
Us against them walls
I don’t care for your careless
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

[Verse 2]
And all the real estate in my is for sale
It’s all been subdivided
Divided into reasons why
My two opposing thoughts at once are fine
The residue from the price tag
On the tip of my tongue
The words don’t come they go
How many likes I gotta get
Before I know the truth
And the truth is
Season three will be a great reason
To forget all about reality’s
A slippery slope
Watch the TV scream and shout it

[Chorus]
I don’t care for your paranoid
Us against them fearful kind of walls
I don’t care for your careless
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

[Verse 3]
Now I heard the blinker’s on
I heard we’re changing lanes
I heard we need more space
I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste
It’s absurd to believe that we might
Deserve anything
As if its balanced in the end
And the good guys always win

[Chorus]
I don’t care for your paranoid
Us against them fearful kind of walls
I don’t care for your careless
Me first gimme gimme appetite
With the residue from the price tag
On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
Us against them fearful kind of walls

Lyrics Riles – Ain t even started

Everybody wants to bite a piece of the cake
No, you won’t go ‘fore you got your name
Carevd in minds of who you really praise
Everybody wants to take your seat, forsake
You shall not go after you made it, man
Not enough to get the man a name.(ain t even started)

From the bottom of the jungle
To the perfume of a blunt
Gotta quit the Remington
Frome the beauty of the sun
To the booty of my girl
I won’t leave you ’till I’m done
I know I gave it lot of praises
But damnation feels like it’s fading away
I know I gave y’all lotta hard times
Though t my mission would end after 52 songs
Shut down the suicide doors
This is my life, homie
You decide yours
Y’all know that Ye was my force
This ain’t my time
I still gotta eat more
Y’all know that he talked to me
“Find a way to tell ’em
Then you’ill go back to me”
Wut versuri-lyrics.info
This is how it was supposed to be
I don’t want that s**t anymore
Sorry Lord I’m more than just a puzzle.

I know I’m running the risk
Won’t ever know what’s rest
Oh no nooo
I know I’m running the risk
Don’t you want me to dare?

Tell my family it’s just the dawn
Tell my homies I’m on my way
Tell my baby don’t say “first round”
Cuz I ain’t even started yet
Tell my family it’s just the dawn
Tell my homies I’m on my way
Tell my baby don’t say “first round”
Cuz I ain t even started yet.

Kooky minds
Shady Ideas
Relentless will
Are perfect pieces
For the bam bam.

Times saved me many times
I always knew that patience
Would’ve been one of my best friend
You bungee jump
Me, marathon in this game
Better keep my pace on track
I run run
This empire’s too young
If you leave it
I swear the foundations
Gon swifftly fall down.

I know I’m running the risk
Won’t ever know what’s rest
Oh no noooo
I know I’m running the risk
Don’t you want me to dare?

Tell my family it’s just the dawn
Tell my homies I’m on my way
Tell my baby don’t say “first round”
Cuz I ain’t even started yet
Tell my family it’s just the dawn
Tell my homies I’m on my way
Tell my baby don’t say “first round”
Cuz I ain t even started yet.

Let’s
Beat the frame arround the fakers
Not in your TV
But will appear in your cabesas
Let’s
Be the ones you’ll always always notice
Leave a chance on the ground
And Imma be there to take it
Let’s
Gain back the 20 lbs I lost
And gave my face it’s true color
I’m sick of that dull
Let’s
Stay here ’till forever
Until he takes me
Back to heaven.

Tell my family it’s just the dawn
Tell my homies I’m on my way
Tell my baby don’t say “first round”
Cuz I ain’t even started yet
Tell my family it’s just the dawn
Tell my homies I’m on my way
Tell my baby don’t say “first round”
Cuz I ain t even started yettt.
Riles lyrics
Video started

[Verse 1]
I don’t wanna be scared no more
I just wanna turn my TV off
I don’t wanna be talkin’ ’bout it
It’s too much for me, I’d rather not

[Pre-Chorus]
Helplessly alone, there’s nothing I can do
All together, we’ll be starting something new

[Chorus]
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace
Show me a peace sign if you want to be free
I think this world has had enough
Need a little more love for everyone
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace

[Verse 2]
Gonna make myself a promise
I won’t change the way I live my life
As long as I got you, we got this
We’ll break on through to the other side

[Pre-Chorus]
Helplessly alone, there’s nothing I can do
All together, we’ll be starting something new

[Chorus]
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace
Show me a peace sign if you want to be free
I think this world has had enough
Need a little more love for everyone
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace

[Bridge]
Show me love, show me hate
Take a little time to appreciate
[?]
You can either love or you can hate
Show me love, show me hate
Take a little time to appreciate
[?]
You can either love or you can hate

[Chorus]
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace
Show me a peace sign if you want to be free
I think this world has had enough
Need a little more love for everyone
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace
Show me a peace sign if you want to be free
I think this world has had enough
Need a little more love for everyone
Show me a peace sign when there’s no sign of peace

If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave
Why don’t we go somewhere somewhere somewhere
Why don’t we go somewhere somewhere somewhere

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise
Cos I’m not tryna go alone
Runaway with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
Cos the real world told me lies
The realist lies ever told
So let’s runaway and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 1]
Take my hand, shut your eyes and imagine
Wouldn’t it be nice
Just to have an escape, a distraction
Far away from this life?
I tried to be cool but this world was too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here?

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise
Cos I’m not tryna go alone
Runaway with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
Cos the real world told me lies
The realist lies ever told
So let’s runaway and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 2]
Your love’s like a fantasy
Nothing like what I saw on the news yesterday
Another man down, blood on the ground
Makes me wanna just runaway
Where we run is a mystery
Ignorance is bliss to me
Cos whenever I turn on my TV it’s just misery
I tried to be cool but this world’s too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here, because I want to go

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise
Cos I’m not tryna go alone
Runaway with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
Cos the real world told me lies
The realist lies ever told
So let’s runaway and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Outro]
Home
Home
Home
Paradise is in my mind baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
It won’t take to long to find baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
In paradise we’re free
To do what we want to do
In paradise we’re free baby

You can’t runaway forever

Momma looking good in some jeans all ripped
Got a baby in her belly and a baby on her hip
Little toe headed rascal peeing off the porch
Daddy got a shotgun looking for a store
Oh lord

And that’s po-dunk
Don’t give a flying hillbilly fuck
I said po-dunk
House full of youngins and a farm full of [?]
Love us if you can, sorry if you can’t
Holla if you in, shut up if you ain’t
Po-o-o-o, Po-Dunk!

Bible by the bed and a bottle sitting pretty
Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet
[?]
Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by the bitch
(Can I get a witness?!)

And that’s po-dunk
Don’t give a flying hillbilly fuck
I said po-dunk
House full of youngins and a farm full of [?]
Love us if you can, sorry if you can’t
Holla if you in, shut up if you ain’t
Po-o-o-o, Po-Dunk!

Po-dunk

Put your adult beverage over your head
If you’re bat shit crazy and your neck is red
As the dirt on the road where we all grew up
Sing something with me if you ain’t nothing but…
(You ain’t nothing but, you ain’t nothing but, you ain’t nothing but)

Po-dunk
Don’t give a flying hillbilly fuck
I said po-dunk
House full of youngins and a farm full of [?]
Love us if you can, sorry if you can’t
Holla if you in, shut up if you ain’t
Po-o-o-o, Po-Dunk!
Po-o-o-o, Po-Dunk!
Po-Dunk!
Po-Dunk!
Po-Dunk!

They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll love you too
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you
They’ll come to you too

[Verse 2]
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll worship you
They’ll come to you
They’ll use you too
They’ll sell you too
And they’ll steal from you too

[Verse 3]
There’ll be no apologies
And no more security
There will be no cops
Just men with guns
In their shiny black uniforms
And their big black boots
With their shiny black batons
And their sleek black cars
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
And their skeleton keys

And there will be no marches
And there will be no purity
And no more TV
And no more motorcades

[Chorus]
And no horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades

[Bridge]
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
There’s a sky full of tears
A sky full of tears
I’ve been awake all night
And the sun don’t shine
And the night’s so long
That the moon is in shock
And all the lovers turn cops
And all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops

[Chorus]
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades
No horses, there’ll be no horses
No horses, no more motorcades

[Outro]
There’ll be nothing to believe
Nothing to lose
There’ll be nothing to hide
And there’ll be nothing to grow
There’ll be nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Cause this is the apocalypse
Yeah, this is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
That killed the horses

[Intro]
Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up
Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up
Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up
Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up
Nothing you can say will fuck my mood up
Nothing you can say can fuck my mood up

[Verse 1]
I got plugs in Santa Barbara
Pulled up on us and they brought ’em (they did)
I got like two in the car now
I’ma go see what they talkin’ ’bout (I will)
I’ma go see what they talkin’ ’bout (I’m ’bout to)
Yeah, streets turned me into a target (they did)
Got my chain down in Slauson (I did)
Bustin’ dance moves, no Charleston (I am)
I don’t know what else to tell you (I don’t)
Blame it on how I got brought up (I do)
Boy, I’m a midnight marauder, I didn’t have no more options (I didn’t)
Now I go do what I wanna, already know what I gotta (I do)
I fucked that bitch I didn’t call her
Why? ’cause that pussy was garbage (it was)
Addict addicted to water, boy I’ma need me a sponsor
Uh, yeah, I’m just doin’ what they taught me
Left the streets alone, I hear ’em coming
I’m a bastard baby to acknowledge (it was)
My new baby gorgeous, I would just never exploit her (never)
I just ran into a lawyer I bumped her cause she loitered (I did)
I served a seven in high school, I waited out on the toilet (it’s true)
I ain’t gon’ tell you them stories, I know how it end, I won’t spoil it Y’all just be flossin’ and [?] the language confuse you because you not cultured, no (damn)
I be in dope boy whips, 300’s and them Chargers (skrt)
I’m stoned like a boulder, you a lil baby, act grown up
I don’t need to fuck with no one, fold them bundles on my lonesome (I did)

[Bridge]
Bands all in my pants and yeah I’m True’d up
Everything changed when we crewed up
There ain’t even nothin’ you could say
That would ever fuck my mood, hold up

[Verse 2]
Did my dirt off Hiawatha
I just made a move at the Dropbox
I rolled through the turf with my partner
And I was in the van, it got shot up
Fell in too deep, I got caught up
I slipped up, I miscalculated
Nothing that I did was exaggerated
Nothing I can do but keep on navigating

[Chorus]
I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do)
Pulled up on us and they dropped ’em (they did)
I done got two in the car now (I do)
I’ma go see what they talkin’ ’bout (they talkin’ ’bout)
I’ma go see what they talkin’ ’bout
I’ma go see what they talkin’ ’bout, woah

[Verse 3]
I give a fuck how it seems
I got ones all in my jeans
I bust the gums, that LaVine
White girl like Avril Lavigne
This is real life, fuck a screen
Hoe, why you switching them scenes
You remind me of them fiends
Tryna sell stolen TV’s, yeah

[Chorus]
I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do)
Pulled up on us and they brought ’em (they brought)
Think I got two in the car now (the car now)
I finna see what they talkin’ ’bout (‘talkin’ ’bout)
I finna see what they talkin’ ’bout (they ‘talkin’ ’bout)
I finna see what they talkin’ ’bout

[Verse 1]
Maybe I’m a bad scene
Blame it on the TV
And maybe it was just because my grandma raised me
Tell me what all this is
Yeah, tell me what honest is
You need a body cast for all my broken promises

[Pre-Chorus]
Told you not to hold your breath
You’re turning blue the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Verse 2]
I’m not a basic dude
But I’m just a waste of you
I know it’s hard to face the music that I play to you
Like I’m dropping a bomb
Go and cry to your momma
Life is such a comedy, so just spare me the drama

[Pre-Chorus]
Told you not to hold your breath
You’re turning blue the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Bridge]
And don’t come crying over spilt perfume
It smells like shit to you
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
Say you’re dying, that’s a typical you
I’ve got nothing to prove
Told you not to hold your breath
It’s getting the way I make you

[Chorus]
Sweat, sweat, sweat
I’m making you
Sweat! Sweat! Sweat!
I’m making you
Sweat, sweat, sweat

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin’ on models
Ridin’ in the foreign, remember ridin’ on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin’ bags for the cheap
When I ain’t had money, I was robbin’, nigga
I was gettin’ bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I’m on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga’s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can’t change on my game, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the shit real
Niggas rappin’ ’bout shit they ain’t even lived
Niggas lyin’, I can hear it in their ad-libs
I’m poppin’ Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It’s kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I’ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I’ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin’ sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
I know it’s bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn’t be an athlete
I’m a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

[Verse 2]
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can’t see
And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
Nigga one thousand, I’m beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin’, "Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin’, "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas can’t disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I’m too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the niggas knew me ‘fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price’ll go up
Streets cold, nigga, they ain’t showin’ no love
Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

[Outro]
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover

Sometimes you just can’t believe the things your eyes see
So much injustice in this life
If it’s happenin’ right on your TV screen

So you drop to your knees and you’re prayin’
‘Cause you can hear him sayin’ he can’t breathe
And it’s all so overwhelming
Because you know there’s nothing you can do to help him

Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In times like these
That’s what your heart is for
Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In honor of your brother
That’s what your heart is for

There’s always someone tryin’ to take someone’s power away
The history of the world is violent, will it ever change?
Now we’re livin’ in a time where you just can’t hide
There’s a camera in every hand
It’s not elusive, even when they treat you like you’re useless
We know what the truth is

Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In times like these
That’s what your heart is for
Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In honor of your brother
That’s what your heart is for

Fight for your life
Fight for your life
In the face of a society
That doesn’t value your life
For the men in your life
For the boys in your life
For your brothers, for your fathers
For the ones that came before us
For the future, for the future
For the future, for the future

Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In times like these
That’s what your heart is for
Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In honor of your brother
That’s what your heart is for
Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In times like these
Nothing matters more
Continue to breathe
Continue to breathe
In honor of your brother
That’s what your heart is for

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
I can’t recall the last time I was caught between the walls
Those razors in the pillowcases seem to cut ’em all
But old foes, dead things, take a toll
Remember, it’s just a game

[Pre-Chorus]
Been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s only rock and roll but I like it, like it
Don’t talk, walk, don’t feel, real
Don’t stay, say, you’ll need it anyway

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s my own damn fault
I guess it’s good to be the enemy
That don’t mean it ain’t so bad, bad, bad

Because it’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill from here (motherfucker)
It’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill, you can’t get home from here

[Verse 2]
Your beast is just a burden that you never keep in line
This fabuless is really less, gets ’em every time
You roll your eyes for money, don’t act like you’re impressed
You spread your legs for TV time, baby, who fucks you best

[Pre-Chorus]
Been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s only rock and roll but I like it, like it
Don’t talk, walk, don’t feel, real
Don’t stay, say, you’ll need it anyway

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s my own damn fault
I guess it’s good to be the enemy
That don’t mean it ain’t so bad, bad, bad

Because it’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill from here (motherfucker)
It’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill, you can’t get home from here

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s my own damn fault
I guess it’s good to be the enemy
That don’t mean it ain’t so bad, bad, bad, ohh

Admit it, when you fall
You’ll make peace with your gravity
We all know it drives you mad, mad, mad

Because it’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill from here (motherfucker)
It’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill from here (motherfucker)
You can’t get home from here
You can’t get home from here (motherfucker)
You can’t get home from here
You can’t get home from here

[Verse]
You wanna be on TV more than pay for the rent
The type to fill an empty Fiji to impress while you quench thirst
That stomach getting queasy when reality set
Jehovah’s Witness knock is opportunity, you don’t answer
Get off that lazy boy, lazy boy
Green with envy over green just make you jaded, boy
Them ladies just like life: ya ain’t at Staples, boy
Can’t check yourself in streams if you
Still on momma’s cable bill, boy
Tweeting at celebrities while the bird on your shoulder
Setting quests for that booty. A cracker sure ain’t the motive here
Scratching the surface only a scrotum itch
Go for sniff, went unnoticed like the potential possessed in here
Daddy ought to have spanked ya
Had he not pampered you in Pampers
Would have grown like a man, instead you grew like a canker
Hypochondriac who think he have cancer
Any time he feeling slightly off, man what the fuck happened?
Can’t smoke without believing the fuzz
Gonna cuff your arteries, please check your privilege
Mary let you have your cake like scene from Matilda
Shit so schizophrenic. Haven’t seen a dentist in
(Uhhhh) You can’t remember?
Baby tooth could buy a pint bruh, it needs removal
Your solution? Buy some time, switch ivory to a gold
Once you quit feeling lower than Tyrian knees to floor
You slipping boy, how you supposed to move forward?
Sniffing out the bitch in you, this doberman huffing
Lucky I don’t pick a snub up and just utter fuck it
Blowing chances like Malkova, you ain’t on the come up
Put yourself so far in debt for PS4 and a plasma
Now Gordo put cash toward it, should
Knock your head back like tortoise ’cause
You don’t help him or even pick the damn phone up
Those eyes not on the prize, or ball, just post mortem
Sitting on Snapchat for ass pics and to blow up?
Boas coiled round your throat showing gold found in phobia?
Nope. Facts & mirrors, facing either? Super laughable bro
Earl Grey black as Idris Alba’s nostrils brew in your skull
Mother fucker, please get outta your dome!
But Jesus Christ, you can’t even freestyle
Spend years writing tracks people won’t hear. Smile
With teeth more yellow than Homer’s piss
A juicy fruit rapper cutting more lines than the Olson twins
Pick your poison, pin up bitches or potpourri?
Contemplating the quarrel, your cranium should be quarantined
Liquid pouring down the steps of your temples, feel the chemistry Of loathing oneself enough to score it with pen ink
Bet he penny pinching on giving two cents towards anything
Watch him elevate; still mope bout that chick he ain’t ever date
The world’s seen better days without that freckled face
Ya fiend for females who can’t screen through his baggage
But TSA get boosted while that ego get damaged
I’m your Smeagule, I’m the reason you don’t seek helping hands Just stare down at your own. I’m the reason they’re clammy
But just remember, sucka: I’m the reason you’re Tabby

[Verse 1]
Every day I’m counting up my paper
Petty niggas hate, the ones in public with the vapors
Leave ’em in the dust and then we tell ’em see you later
Only people that truly know me is my mama and my maker
Shawty, you like my freeform dreads
I love it when she give a nigga freeform head
It’s the banana boy, favorite color you know
Yellow is the new black, and I’m Mr. Caputo

[Chorus]
Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten
Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten

[Verse 2]
Dreads like Bob Marley
Hardly ever call these hoes, I’m too gnarly
Look like George Forman, couldn’t afford Jordan’s
Talk to informant, never, I’m important
Maybe I might die
Baby girl, I’m the cream of the crop
Creme de la creme, got the juice so they jock
Women in my city treat a nigga like I’m Diddy
Pimpin’ ain’t a thang, I’m independent with my lane
Aminé very fly, Aminé don’t even try
He raps and then he dips, he never singin’ for no tricks
Turn on your TV, then you might see me
Aminé don’t give a fuck because I know that I’m the shit

[Intro]
Yeah, feel I don’t give a fuck no more
Feel like fuck everything, man
Fuck everybody
Fuck the social media shit
Fuck the TV
Fuck you

[Verse 1]
Fuck every nigga that dislike me, bougie bitches is feisty
Only fuck with niggas with large paper, that pussy pricey
Sleeping on these niggas with dreams
When that man blow, you only on his dick for the cream
You fucking slut
Fuck the Instagram thot that shake her ass every post
Attention craving bitches, all do the most
That pussy gross, do some soul searching
Your kids just asking for love
You hardly pay ’em any mind, you shake your ass at the club
Ayy, fuck them insecure lame niggas thinking they hard
He post his dirt on Facebook, pussy nigga, you fraud
Fuck that nigga that’s twenty-five and just joined the gang
Never came from that environment, that nigga a lame
Fuck the house nigga that stand for nothing
Turned a blind eye on inequality, that’s disgusting
Somebody snuff him
Fuck anybody that hate me ’cause the tone of my skin
Fuck stressing about this pay, but gave a loan to my friend
Fuck the crooked systems, the overpopulated prisons
Classism and racism, fuck, what’s the difference?
Fuck the radio, ’cause they always play the same shit
Fuck some of you rap blogs, they always suck the same dicks
Fuck if you think better ’cause the college degrees
You lack to knowledge yourself, plus I make more gwap than you B
Fuck all the poverty and fathers that ran out on their kids
Them niggas cowards, I stopped harboring love for you, bitch

[Hook]
I wake up in the morning, cook my eggs on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don’t think about it, middle finger to the sky
Not another tear to cry, will I live or will I die?

I wake up in the morning, put my grits on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don’t think about it
Middle finger to the world like I don’t give a fuck about it

[Verse 2]
Fuck your street credibility, niggas living out their negativity
‘Cause they’re insecure about who they are
Fuck thinking it’s cool to be a drug addict, that shit sucks
Drugs destroyed the black community, what sick fucks?
Put the crack in the hood like an experiment
Niggas turning zombies, was once creating pyramids
I’m guilty of it too, I make songs like, "Lean"
Drop a drug reference on every other sixteen
So, fuck me and fuck anybody that disagree
And fuck the chains we put on our minds from being free
Fuck the presidents and politicians making us sheep
Look behind the sheet, my nigga, wake from out of your sleep
Ayy, fuck my sneaker fetish, could’ve put that money in my kid’s savings
But I go and buy rims, clothes, expensive cravings
Fuck Funk Volume for splitting up
We had potential to be the illest label, no one was sick as us
I miss my niggas, I hope you all doing well
Now I own my own enterprise, nigga I will prevail
Fuck the OGs misleading the youth
Ayy, give ’em babies the truth
Half of that shit you spit is fake in the booth
Fuck fear, fuck doubt, fuck stressing myself out
‘Cause I worry that they sleep when I know I’m the best out
Fuck stressing over love, women come, women go
Met my worst enemy staring in the mirror like, woah

[Hook]
I wake up in the morning, cook my eggs on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don’t think about it, middle finger to the sky
Not another tear to cry, will I live or will I die?

I wake up in the morning, put my grits on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don’t think about it
Middle finger to the world like I don’t give a fuck about it

Znaj, spremna bila sam,
da kazem kriva sam,
i kad me zgaziš,
kao komad papira.
Nisam se štedela,
malo ti vredela,
jer sam te ludo volela…

[Refren]
Duni, duni vetre,
najjače što znaš,
nosi ovu tugu,
ako Boga znaš.

Padni, padni kišo,
da se ne vide,
suze kad pokvase,
moje obraze.

Sve sam ti puštala,
a nisam slušala,
sve dobre ljude,
kad mi kažu o tebi.
Da si za mene loš,
da druge ljubiš još,
da si me sto put izdao…

[Refren]
Duni, duni vetre,
najjače što znaš,
nosi ovu tugu,
ako Boga znaš.

Padni, padni kišo,
da se ne vide,
suze kad pokvase,
moje obraze.

[Rep deo]
Ministarke, dokle bre?
Vi stvarno niste normalne!
Samo nove dadžbine,
a vi biste da pevate?
Ministarke, dokle bre?
Kada upalim TV,
rastu ,rastu kamate,
a posebno taj PDV!

I ajmo svi, svi,doktori,
profesori, studenti,
besposleni, biznismeni,
nepismeni , pismeni!
I ajmo svi ,sad na tri,
ova žurka, to smo mi!
Brige sve nek odlete,
samo duni, duni vetre…

[Refren] x2
Duni, duni vetre,
najjače što znaš,
nosi ovu tugu,
ako Boga znaš.

Padni, padni kišo,
da se ne vide,
suze kad pokvase,
moje obraze.

[Intro: Vince Staples]
Crabs in a bucket

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Crabs in a bucket
Wanna see you at the bottom, don’t you love it?
When they’re hatin’ so you hit ’em with the encore
Sendin’ shots but you at the top floor
Let ’em pop shit, give me some drums to go pop with
Need white women at the shows unconscious
If not that then topless, earned all this
Get with that or get in the moshpit
Where’s your moxie? Ain’t you from Poppy?
Young man, you not actin’ too cocky
Prolly ’cause I’m feelin’ like the world gon’ crash
Read a hundred somethin’ on the E-class dash
If I’m feelin’ funny, guaranteed gon’ flash
Cock back, blast, put ’em in a bag
Prolly gon’ regret it in the retrospect
Got a lot of problems I ain’t let go yet

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Spend a lot of money on the CDG
Ain’t I lookin’ lovely on the TV screen?
Battle with the white man day by day
Feds takin’ pictures doin’ play by play
They don’t ever want to see the black man eat
Nails in the black man’s hands and feet
Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain
Lying to me, sayin’ he don’t look like me
Rollcage on the GT3
How a show on stage like a DVD?
Put me in the MoMA when it’s over with
I used to look up to the sky, now I’m over shit

[Outro: Kilo Kish]
Remember that I still got you
I still got you here
It’s rare they’d come across you?
I kept you hidden in my head
Drowning in my own ocean
I forgot to care
And you can drop the anchor, baby
I know what’s under there
It never really crossed my mind to think
Maybe you’d avert your glance at me?
Ever really cross your mind
Ever really cross your mind
I ain’t never had no chance to breathe

[Intro]
I’m here

[Verse]
Yeah, the cash came, I ain’t trippin’ on a past flame
Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10’s want my last name?
Is this the rap game or high school politics?
Bars could be on Maury ’cause they got a little pop in it’
Before I show up, that’s when the deposit hits
You only want me now, that’s what I have problems with
Five-star suites, Trojan wrappers on the floor
That’s the aesthetic when you gettin’ half a mil’ on tour
Not bad for six weeks, plus I should receive my plaque soon
Shittin’ on the game, I’ll probably hang it in my bathroom
Last June I was broke, this June I made a hundred
Before and after, didn’t change me though I stayed a hundred
Show me someone else who’s doin’ what I’m doin’
Singin’, rappin’, mixin’ masterin’, engineerin’ producin’
That’s every song with no exception, plus the catalog longer than a lot of veterans
Mention me amongst myself ’cause I’m the first of my kind
You live a Semi-Charmed Life, ’cause your third eye is blind
I’m a shepherd, not a sheep, but I heard it’s my time
Was in the shadows for so long, I deserve all my shine
Got some women you would love to fuck, left on read
Got some homies ’bout that arm leg, leg, arm, head
I should call it a night, too many women can be dangerous
You let ’em behind the scenes, all of a sudden they start framin’ us
I make enough to alter her perception of me
The older you get, the more expensive lessons will be
Gotta tighten up, move a little bit more militant
Comin’ down your block, lookin’ like we copped the whole dealership
Penthouse suites, but couldn’t tell you what city
Same ones who stayed down with me gon’ be up with me
See that’s the code you uphold when you know what it took to really grow into the star you all know so
When Bugus touch down, I got the Bentley waiting for him
In L.A., the next time I’ll probably play The Forum
But for now, catch me selling out the Novo
No debut, no openers, I’m solo
You’re trapped in the club ’cause you can’t sell tickets
Your album flopped and you went ahead and fell with it
But fuck y’all, I’m a business man
I’m smokin’ caviar cones in my sprinter van
On the phone with my lawyer talking about eight digits, yeah
Just to be safe, even my safes got a safe in it
False accusations, think I’m done with the groupies
‘Cause one bad scene can fuck up the whole movie, so
Fuck these hoes, man I’m out the game
Plus they jump around quicker than House of Pain
Break the bank for the family, take everyone to Waikiki
My homies are big and African, knock you out in dashikis
To my family, I’m Russell, to these women habibi
Ex’s know they played themselves when they see me on TV
Big money offends, small minds too bad
I give my girls a new life, you give your girls a new bag
Doin’ interviews with Forbes ’cause the come ups amazin’
I got a new fetish for jewelry and expensive vacations
I got the industry shook, like, "How’s he’s popping like this?
How I don’t know him, but he still got 60K on his wrist"
Now I can’t go to the mall, ’cause I’ll probably get mauled
And I lied, I wasn’t busy, I’m just ignorin’ your call
‘Cause maybe I feel like you don’t really deserve a response
‘Cause you were curvin’ me crazy when I was tryna get on
Now I’m fresh up in the game, and I already went gold
‘Cause I gave them what they want now they losin’ control
Had to do it myself, pull the trigger on my dreams
Always knew that this would happen, manifested everything
Now they gon’ write about me, like they were right about me
Some people lookin’ like they wanna snatch the white up out me
That’s new to me, forgive me for bein’ jaded to my race
But I been color blind, that wasn’t just a mixtape

[Outro]
Yeah, one of eleven, yeah, I put out eleven
Produced, mixed, mastered, engineered, written by me
Yeah, this just the beginning though
Yeah, debut shit

Lyrics Tyga – Flossin

Say I’m flossing, say I’m bossing
Now I’m flossin, yeah, yeahhh.

Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
B***h we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frostin.

You had it, you lost it
You lost it, yeah you lost it
I found it, I got it, got the plug and the sake
My vanilla girl like chocolate
My chocolate girl like caramel
My caramel girl like dairy flavored
Drippin’ like the faucet
I’m flossing, I’m flossing
I’m floss and flossing
She just got her a*s shots, we into the soften
She bossing, she boss and send five texts at ???
Everytime we hit the mall, they should bring a coffin
I’m cocky, I’m flossing, put a porch to the Porsche
It can get exhausting, all this fucking flossing
Diamonds in my teeth, when I smile I sparkle
I should be a dentist, I could teach you how to floss it.

Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova versuri-lyrics.info
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
B***h we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting.

Car that’s from Hoochies, I’m bout to throw a party
Where’d she get that a*s, she got it from her mama
I’m saucy, I’m flossing, I’m saucy but ..
And I paid in full, I should be from Harlem
Just pulled up in .. and ferraris
Whoa kemosabe, flossing is a hobby
And I’m on your TV, whoa hashetashe
All my ice is water, yours is wishy-washy.

Yeah I’m flossing, flossing, flossing, flossing
Floss, floss, I’ma a boss, I should be from Boston
Say I’m flossing (I’m flossing)
Say I’m bossing (I’m bossing)
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frosting
We at Bosonova
I’m bossing, I’m flossing
I’m flossing, I’m bossing
But this ain’t Hugo Boss
B***h we flossing, flossing, yeah we flossing, flossing
I got all the cake, she gon’ bring the frostinggg.
Tyga lyrics
Video Tyga

I hold you
I hold you closer then I ever knew
I could do
But I’m confused
I thought I’d recognize when love was true
But I’m confused
Am I ready for love?
Or maybe just a best friend
Should there be a difference
Do you have instructions?
Maybe I’m stuck on what I see on TV
I grew up on Disney
But this don’t feel like Disney
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
I think I’m still turning out
In my mind
I thought the birds would sing and sparks would fly
But it’s just quiet
Am I cruel?
Or am I ignorant or was I fooled
By the stories I knew?
Am I ready for love?
Or maybe just a best friend
Should there be a difference
Do you have instructions?
Maybe I’m stuck on what I see on TV
I grew up on Disney
But this don’t feel like Disney
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
You say I turned out fine
I think I’m still turning out
I hope you stick around
We’re gonna figure it out
Who can I turn to now?
When I’m still turning out
When I’m still turning out
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
I’m a little kid, and so are you
Don’t you go and grow up before I do
I’m a little kid with so much doubt
Do you want to be there to see how I turn out?
‘Cause I’m still turning out

[Intro]
Yeah, I got it on lock, Baby
Mein Album, es wird so krass Mainstream
Bitch, I got it poppin’ off the low, Atem full of smoke
If you didn’t know it, now you know like

[Hook 1]
That’s a go go
I make it, then I pass it to my bro-bros
Sie wollen an mein dough, dough, that’s a no-no
Let it go go, cause
Now you know, you know, you know

[Part 1]
All die Pill’n in mei’m System
Now you know, you know, you know
Molly macht mich schwach, ich kann nicht steh’n
Now you know, you know, you know
Schau, wie schnell die ganze Scheiße geht
Now you know, you know, you know
Komm von unten und jetzt leb’ ich dieses Leben
Now you know, you know, you know
Rauche Lunten mit den Hittas, gette Paper, Paper
Mittelfinger für die Hater, Hater
Ich bin im Donner hab’ die shades on, shades on
Nein, Bro, ich will nicht dein Tape hör’n, Tape hör’n
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wärm’ mich grade auf, du fällst, yeah
Nicht mehr lang und Fuego hat sein Geld, yeah
Ich töte diese Rapper und schreib Paycheck
Hittas ahnen mich, ich mach das nicht für Fame jetzt
Sie schau’n in Zeitschriften und seh’n mein Face jetzt
Und die Gyaldem lieben mein Facetatt
Gestern kam ich angekrochen, doch bekam nur Hate
Heute komm’n sie angekrochen, fragen nach ‘nem Date
Doch thats a no-no, no, no-no
Für groupie bitches keine Fotos, Fotos
Sie lässt es klatschen für das Coco, Coco
Sie tut das alles für die Show-Show, Show-Show
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
That’s a go go
I make it, then I pass it to my bro-bros
Sie wollen an mein dough, dough, that’s a no-no
Let it go go, cause
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know

[Part 2]
Ja, es stimmt, ja, I got a lot of smoke
Ja, es stimmt, in meinem Handy viele Hoes
Ja, ich sammel dieses Money für die Stones
Pretty Grills für die Bros, Zwannies bei der Show
Macht ein’n auf Monroe, will mit auf die Road
Babygirl, let’s go, sie will nur ins Team, Bitch
So wavy bis c6, sag nicht, dass es real ist
Ich weiß, dass sie geleast sind, "oben kommst du nie hin"
Sagten sie, und betonten das „nie“
Heut’ checken mich aus auf ihrem TV
So viel Smoke, Mann, ich kiff’ wieder zu viel-viel
Weed ist haarig wie ‘ne Kiwi
Ich stay mit deinem Baby on a motherfuckin’ low-low-low
Ich bin nicht der Schönste, doch sie ahnen meinen Flow-ow-ow
Ich bin nicht nur phasenweise do-o-ope
If you didn’t know it, now you kno-o-ow

[Hook]
That’s a go go
I make it, then I pass it to my bro-bros
Sie wollen an mein dough, dough, that’s a no-no
Let it go go, cause
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know
Now you know, you know, you know

When’s it finally gonna come around?
I don’t wanna be myself if this is how it’s gonna be.
I’ve been everywhere if you count what’s on the TV screen.
I’m just bored most of the time. Yeah.

And who says we
Shouldn’t be the way we are?
For as long as we are,
We are the shadows dancing

And I’ve talked myself down from the ledge every time.
I don’t think it matters much now either way.
And I’d like to tell you that I feel significant,
But that’s not the way it feels most days

And who says we
Shouldn’t be the way we are?
For as long as we are,
We are the shadows dancing

There was a time when I was sure that i could matter more.
I’m just doing my job day after day.
And everything’s money and keeping up appearances
And I tell you, you only get for what you pay.

And who says we
Shouldn’t be the way we are?
For as long as we are,
We are the shadows dancing

Baby, why don’t we just turn that TV off?
Three hundred and fifteen channels of nothing but bad news on,
Well it might be me
But the way I see it,
The whole wide world has gone crazy.
So baby, why don’t we just dance?

Just a little bitty living room ain’t gonna look like much.
But when the lights go down and we move the couch,
It’s gonna be more than enough
For my two left feet
And our two hearts beatin’
Nobody’s gonna see us go crazy.
So baby, why don’t we just dance
Down the hall,
Maybe straight up the stairs?
Bouncing off the wall,
Floating on air,
Baby, why don’t we just dance?

Baby, why don’t you go put your best dress on,
And those high heeled shoes you love to lose
As soon as the tunes come on?
On second thought,
Just the way you are
Is already driving me crazy.
So baby, why don’t we just dance
Down the hall
Maybe straight up the stairs?
Bouncing off the wall,
Floating on air,
Baby, why don’t we just dance?
I’ll cut a rug

Well it might be me
But the way I see it,
The whole wide world has gone crazy.
So baby, why don’t we just dance
(Bouncing off the walls, floating on air)
Oh baby (baby) why don’t we just dance?

Yo this Chris Rock
I’m in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin’ this Belaire Rose
That’s how we do it
That’s all we do
Belaire Rose!
Eatin’ Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don’t know nothin’ about no Wingstop
You can’t handle this, nigga
You can’t handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch
Just take notes
I used to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I’m sayin’?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I’m sayin’?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain’t no pickin’ on me
We veterans so it’s better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin’ money, that’s just a conversation
It’s so hard stayin’ rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan
Heard Barack Obama whisper "Asalaam alaikum"
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn, you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I’ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin’ thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That’s when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit’ll sink ships
Fast money comin’ slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That’s why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin’ raped, boy
Birdman’s a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin’ is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, ‘fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh’ll get to see the light
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
Hate it came to this
Maybach Music
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a coin
But could sense the sentiment, I’m talkin’ all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin’, got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and every Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain’t no penny pinchin’
Knew that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin’ dope, usin’ coke, movin’ like you the Folks
Sacrificin’ half our life for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I’m part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get paid?
Can’t believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin’, nigga
You on an island, nigga
You came to my city, nigga
I let you in my city, nigga
And what hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother’s eye, nigga
FaceTimin’ my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That’s why my nigga blessed
That’s why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
I don’t feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It’s painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When they get the bag
You can’t never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
I’ll never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them
Stunna

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I just keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on tryin’
I just keep on tryin’

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you’ll love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my

[Verse 1: Cal Scruby]
Hello, this is my life in your TV
I overdose in that night life, them bright lights and bikinis
I keep my hand on that gold bottle, I’m tryna find me that genie
They say money doesn’t buy happiness, but I’d rather cry in that
Lamborghini
Damn, I don’t know who I am
I just know who I wanna be
No looking back, everything is in front of me
I never act like they puttin’ a gun to me
I ain’t stuck up, same motherfucker that I’ve always been
You must’ve got me fucked up, because I ain’t tryna get that all white Benz
Never that though
Been on my job, sayin’ I’m different now
Say I don’t listen now
I don’t got time to pick up the phone to hear what you bitching ’bout
I’m on a mission, feel like I’m missin’ now
Bitch you ain’t in my position now
You never walked a mile in my shoes
I’m feeling so distant now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you’ll love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Welcome to my life

[Verse 2: Cal Scruby]
I’ve been thinkin’ too much, I wonder if I did that right
I’ve been drinkin’ too much, I don’t know what I did last night
Tried talk to myself like, you don’t really wanna live that life
I wanted it all to myself like, you don’t wanna give that life, away
But I gotta leave, I can’t stay
Part of me say "Keep going", that other hand say "Quit playing"
Gotta keep prayin’ (prayin’)
Even when I got it all , all these broads and alcohol
Livin’ on the edge, I’m bound to fall (fall)
But I stay movin’, stay climbin’ (climbin’)
Puttin’ in work, I stay grindin’ (grindin’)
Lookin’ for the answer, can’t find it (can’t find it)
That’s the truth, I can’t hide it (hide it)
Now or never forever, that’s how I’m livin’ my life
It’s hard to plan for tomorrow, when you just live for the night

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I just keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on tryin’
I just keep on tryin’

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you’ll love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Welcome to my

Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on trying
I just keep on trying

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lieing on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my life

[Verse: Cal Scruby]
This is my life in your TV
I overdose in that night life, them bright lights and bikinis
I keep my hand on that gold bottle, I keep my hand on that genie
They say money doesn’t buy happiness but I’d rather cry in a Lamborghini
Damn, I don’t know who I am
I just know who I wanna be
No looking back, everything is in front of me
I never act like they puttin’ a gun to me
I ain’t stuck up, same motherfucker I’ve always been
You must’ve got be fucked up, because I ain’t get than old white Benz
Never that though
Been on my job, sayin’ I’m different now
Say I don’t listen now
I don’t got time to pick up the phone to hear what you bitching ’bout
I’m on a mission, feel like I’m [??] now
[??] you wait in my position now
You never wanted my [??] shoes, I feel so distant now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lieing on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my life

[Verse 2: Cal Scruby]
I’ve been thinking too much, I wonder if I did that right
I’ve been drinking too much, I don’t know what I did last night
Tried talk to myself like you don’t really wanna live that life
I wanted it all to myself like you don’t wanna give that life
Oh wait, but I gotta leave, I can’t stay
Part of me say “Keep going”, the other hand say “Quit playing”

Call her super, she’s missing [?]
We’re taking frame by frame, she’s stuck in my picture
and I could’ve just erase her but I won’t
‘Cause like this she’d get it what she wanted, this I know
She let us walk and do the talking
And I’m done for what she wants
Feel the smoky, heavy breathing, but the body, body talk
We’re not ordinary people falling ordinary love
She likes it and I want it this I know
And she likes it and I want it

Like teenage talking
And now we’re putting into motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you
We’re teenage rocking
And she’s moving this to motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you

[?] darky sheets, she drinking me up
Don’t feel her face, I’m feeling my brains out
Yeah, she caught the midnight TV she sees in the dark
And I like it and she wants it, this I know
And I like it and she wants it

Like teenage talking
And now we’re putting into motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you
We’re teenage rocking
And she’s moving this to motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you

Love, love you
Let me love, love you
(x2)

She let us walk and do the talking
And I’m done for what she wants
Feel the smoky, heavy breathing, but the body, body talk
We’re not ordinary people falling ordinary love
She likes it and I want it

Like teenage talking
And now we’re putting into motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you
We’re teenage rocking
And she’s moving this to motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you

Love, love you
Let me love, love you
(x2)

Uh,
Sitting by the river with you
Holding the hand down in my hands
I don’t wanna grab it
Simply kiss back
I’ve drown myself while
Baby is gone
We don’t need no time for where we going
I lovely said my name very slowing
I hope that showing
Baby, you is all I wanna do
I think I wanna spell it too

Going to a place that only we know
Comfort cabana baby lay on
Lay on the peace, no time for TV
Put on my clothes and make the lady
that you can put it down only
We can talk about nothing
Just look in any eyes there’s something, yeah
Baby you will never want for nothing
I love you, baby

Baby, you is all I wanna do
I think I wanna spell it too

We’ll sail, yeah, we will sail
zzzz, baby
And zzzz
You and me, we can do truly zzzz
We are truly meant to be
Yeah, no, no, no

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too

Gimme a new single Make me a new baby
Gonna eat all the candy while you straddle and lay me
Gonna to know all the words before you come on top
And I sing them back at you while you try to nap
While the world rides on, we’re so happy to be listening to our radio
Our savior, oh
While the world melts on down we’re so happy to be listening to our radio, now break it on down slow
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Now don’t you look good sucking american dick
You’re so surprised they like you
You’re so cute and so quick
Singin’ I’ve got the moves of a TV queen
Folk girl hero in a magazine
Faking the truth in a new pop song
Don’t you wanna sing along
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Highway blues and gasoline fumes, it’s all I seem to make while I’m playin’ my tunes
I know the rules I ask for it too
But I just keep on yelling, keep on running, never stopping
Do you got the moves to make it stick yeah to get the clicks yeah
Technicolor our every move
Can you keep them coming like a machine yeah
The old Blue Jean, yeah
What can we do to get you on the news?
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, wait till they forget you though, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh