410 – #410 Skengdo x AM x JaySlapIt – WDYM Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skengdo]
What on earth do you mean?
Aydee he already got splashed
Oboy’s a fucking a neek
The fucking cheek, I ain’t ever seen don in the field
But he wan’ talk about me
I heard it was you in the cab
Bussing red lights like twice in a week
Anything green get what?
Leave that to the Tottenham G’s
Sick and tired of the foolishness
Like why they keep running from me?
Baghdad, you ain’t gang can’t come round me
But I’m open to make this money
Wanna make bands come fuck with me
We might just blow in the music
But we might just smoke them neeks
The life that we live is risky
The Five’O wanna handle me
See me 6ft under
Or behind them bars it’s peak
You would think I’m Not3s with my lover
But my lover puts man to sleep
Shit then fuck this splash
Fuck this shit then splash your g’s
I’m 410 crashers bro
F block, or FB, 4T
Came with the most darg
But you never did come for me
Your shit didn’t bang
We came round with the big botty

[Verse 2: Jayslapit]
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Bout’ bootings, who have you shot?
Just got hold of a new pretty dots
That’s plenty of corn for them opps
Their block protected by cops
Still get round broad day no toss
Who got smoked in Prince and who got cheffed at twins?
Let me not talk about tips
Like how many been smashed in?
Your olders hide in whips
Running red lights where’s all them sticks?
KuKu what?
Ay Loose dun ran with his bitch
[?], nuttin got hit
Aim on fleek
Aim on fleek so I can’t miss

[Verse 3: AM]
True I got [?] like Marcus
Ice on my T like Lipton
See the pack come way too risky
Same colour as Homer Simpson
Or two 25 it’s 50
Big bro crash corn at a distance
See the odds like 40/60
It was two two corn so he missed him (Damn)
Oboy’s broke and he ain’t on piss
So he says my name tryna gain some bread
You don’t wanna spend some nights in the trap
That’s the third place Aydee got cheffed
Girls in the gym tryna gain some strength
Niggas just dashed so he shoulda done legs
Ya dumb bitch, are you not tryna gain some bread?
If you know Tin then you must know Rat
Then you must know Skeng, then you must know me
If you know me, then you know GD
Then you must know [?] then you must know T, S
Slickz and you must know OD
Arms and you must know BT
Rendz and Y.AM
I was with KKrash, how about that
Hammer on deck
Who’s carrying shanks?
Bally on my face, like I’m running in banks
So I [?] to the cats, they don’t know about frank
Brixton Baghdad Bully
Finna walk around in a hoodie
Finna phone GD, whats goodie?
Finna get food in Wooly
Food for the cats thats I am
If AM, who I am
Back my shank cause I am sick of the opps them lying
Sick of the opps them lying

Beyoncé – Ghost Lyrics

[Verse:]
And I’ve been drifting off on knowledge
Cat-calls on cat-walks, man these women getting solemn
I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander
We took a flight at midnight and now my mind can’t help but wonder:
How come?
Spoon-fed pluralized eyes to find the beaches in the forest
When I’m looking off the edge, I preach my gut it can’t help but ignore it
I’m climbing up the walls cause all the shit I hear is boring
All the shit I do is boring, all these record labels boring
I don’t trust these record labels, I’m torn
All these people on the planet working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
The 9 to 5 just to stay alive, the 9 to 5 just to stay alive
The 9 to 5 just to stay alive, the 9 to 5 just to stay alive
The 9 to 5 just to stay alive, the 9 to 5 just to stay alive
All the people on the planet working 9 to 5 just to stay alive, how come?

[Hook:]
What goes up ghost around
Ghost around, around, around, around
What goes up ghost around
Ghost around, around, around, around
What goes up ghost around
Ghost around, around, around, around

[Bridge:]
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around

[Outro:]
Soul not for sale
Probably won’t make no money off this, oh well
Reap what you sow
Perfection is so, mmm

AMG – Lick ‘Em Low Lover Lyrics

(Lover…)

[Verse 1]
My homies always wonder I keep a girl on my tip
I ain’t the cutest muthafucka and I got big lips
But when I do with what I got with a freak on my side
Get your hoes in check, and yo, what the heck
I eat pussy, and you can even call me a pro
Let me get a napkin and knife and fork—where’s the hoe?
A connoisseur, I’m ready, willing, and pure
A long tongue to get a bitch sprung
Because I’m the type of nigga that won’t say much
But if you got a big ass, fill the glass
With a little more Hennessy
And the pussy right now is looking pretty to me
So come on, girl, get your ass under the covers
And let me show you first hand why I’m the Lick ‘Em Low Lover

[Chorus]
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower

[Verse 2]
Papa was a candy layer, so you can call me Baby Snickers
And we had plenty of visitors
‘Cause anytime mama was gone
Daddy had it goin’ on, to the break of dawn
I used to peep in the hole of the door
And all I saw was feet in the air, and my daddy’s face below
And we was suckin’ and suckin’
But I was tryna figure out why they wasn’t fuckin’ (yo, yo)
But back to the matter at mouth, I mean, the matter at hand
And all I could say was just “Damn!”
If he doin’ what I think he is, lickin’ pussy like a sucker
And that was the birth of the Lick ‘Em Low Lover

[Chorus]
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower

[Verse 3]
In high school, I was voted “Most Likely to Go Down Under”
And I had more hoes than a street corner
They used to call me Daddy Long Stroke
It was an inside joke ‘cause I was pumpin’ the throats
I mean, hoe after hoe after bitch after bitch
I got a little rich and then came a freak bitch
Named Erica, legs and long hair and a
Booty that’ll make a nigga think she was wearin’ no
Panties or nothin’, bumpin’, I wish she was
She made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse
Butt booty naked I got, she was hotter than hot
I had to licky-licky-licky-licky-licky-licky
Lick her where the sun don’t shine
Took a sip of wine, and prepared for the tongue grind
I licked her up and down and she was mine
I bit her pussy and had her screamin’ and fartin’ at the same time
(Lover…)

Arctic Monkeys – She Looks Like Fun Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Chorus]
She looks like fun
She looks like fun
She looks like fun
She looks like

[Verse 1]
Smile like you’ve got a straw in something tropical
I’ve got the party plugged right into my skull
Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Good morning
(She looks like fun)
Cheeseburger
(She looks like fun)
Snowboarding
(She looks like)

[Verse 2]
Finally, I can share with you through cloudy skies
Every whimsical thought that enters my mind
There ain’t no limit to the length of the dickheads we can be

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Bukowski
(She looks like fun)
Dogsitting
(She looks like fun)
Screwballing
(She looks like)

[Verse 3]
Finally, there’s a place where you can wag your tongue
Baby, but why can’t we all just get along?
Dance as if somebody’s watching, because they are

[Bridge]
No one’s on the streets
We moved it all online
As of March
I’m so full of shite, I need to spend less time stood around in bars waffling on to strangers all about martial arts
And how much I respect them

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Key changes
(She looks like fun)
Re-thinking
(She looks like fun)
New order
(She looks like fun)

FKA twigs – For You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
For you
I’ll enjoy it when you make it hard
For you, for you
And for you
I’ll be easier than a five-year-old’s homework
For you

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’ll be your shelter when it rains
The fizzy aspirin for your pain
A pretty picture in your frame
I’ll be the keeper of your time
I’ll bleed the red that’s in your wine
I’ll be the vision in your eye

[Chorus]
I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
You can play me like a violin
Baby, I can be your anything
Oh, I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
Wrap around you like a piece of string
Baby, I can be your anything

[Verse 2]
For you
I’ll draw purple ribbons in the skies
For you, for you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’ll steer the drive that makes you win
I’ll breathe the notes that make you sing
I’ll be the feathers in your wings
I’ll be the liquid through your veins
The magic pills that keep you sane
I’ll be the winnings in your game

[Chorus]
I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
You can play me like a violin
Baby, I can be your anything
I’ll wrap around you like a piece of string
Baby, I can be your anything

Childish Gambino – This Is America Lyrics

[Intro: Choir]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

[Bridge: Childish Gambino & Young Thug]
We just wanna party
Party just for you
We just want the money
Money just for you
I know you wanna party
Party just for me
Girl, you got me dancin’ (yeah, girl, you got me dancin’)
Dance and shake the frame
We just wanna party (yeah)
Party just for you (yeah)
We just want the money (yeah)
Money just for you (you)
I know you wanna party (yeah)
Party just for me (yeah)
Girl, you got me dancin’ (yeah, girl, you got me dancin’)
Dance and shake the frame (you)

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Look what I’m whippin’ up
This is America (woo)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Look what I’m whippin’ up

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Blocboy JB, Young Thug, & 21 Savage]
This is America (skrrt, skrrt, woo)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy)
Look at how I’m livin’ now
Police be trippin’ now (woo)
Yeah, this is America (woo, ayy)
Guns in my area (word, my area)
I got the strap (ayy, ayy)
I gotta carry ’em
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go into this (ugh)
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go get the bag
Yeah, yeah, or I’ma get the pad
Yeah, yeah, I’m so cold like yeah (yeah)
I’m so dope like yeah (woo)
We gon’ blow like yeah (straight up, uh)

[Refrain: Choir & Childish Gambino]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (get your money)
Get your money, Black man (get your money)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Black man

[Chorus: Childish Gambino, Slim Jxmmi, & Young Thug]
This is America (woo, ayy)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (woo, woo, don’t catch you slippin’, now)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy, woah)
Look what I’m whippin’ up (Slime!)
This is America (yeah, yeah)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (woah, ayy)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy, woo)
Look what I’m whippin’ up (ayy)

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino, Quavo, Young Thug, & 21 Savage]
Look how I’m geekin’ out (hey)
I’m so fitted (I’m so fitted, woo)
I’m on Gucci (I’m on Gucci)
I’m so pretty (yeah, yeah)
I’m gon’ get it (ayy, I’m gon’ get it)
Watch me move (blaow)
This a celly (ha)
That’s a tool (yeah)
On my Kodak (woo, Black)
Ooh, know that (yeah, know that, hold on)
Get it (get it, get it)
Ooh, work it (21)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands (hunnid bands)
Contraband, contraband, contraband (contraband)
I got the plug on Oaxaca (woah)
They gonna find you that blocka (blaow)

[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, & Young Thug]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
America, I just checked my following list and
You go tell somebody
You mothafuckas owe me
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Black man
One, two, get down
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me, “Get your money”
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Black man

[Outro: Young Thug]
You just a Black man in this world
You just a barcode, ayy
You just a Black man in this world
Drivin’ expensive foreigns, ayy
You just a big dawg, yeah
I kenneled him in the backyard
No probably ain’t life to a dog
For a big dog

Lordi – Naked In My Cellar lyrics

[Verse]
You give my tummy butterflies
You make my heart go wild
Oh, you’re such a lovely sight
All mine, and locked up tight

[Chorus]
Naked in my cellar!
Naked in my cellar!
Naked in my cellar!

[Verse]
You don’t need the world outside
It’s troubled, and it’s boring
You’re lucky you have met my kind
I’m caring and adoring

[Chorus]
Naked in my cellar!
Naked in my cellar!
Naked in my cellar!

[Hook]
Now who’s daddy’s pretty girl?

[Outro]
Got you naked in my cellar, never let you leave!
You’re my doll, and I’m your fella, got much love to give!
Got you naked in my cellar, the wolf so loves the sheep!
Here forever, dungeon dweller, you are mine to keep!

Иван Дорн (Ivan Dorn) – Collaba lyrics

[Intro]
Who wants to have a little bit of fun?
Go back
A little bit
Fun
And never go back
Who wants to have a little bit of fun?
Little
Go back
A little bit
Fun
And never go – back

[Verse 1]
Once you go black, you never go back
She want fly so deep that they lie
Middle-class guys lost to the lust
(Criminal backyards going on…)
Criminal backyards going on what’s
Brrrrrrr…

[Chorus]
Who wants to have a little bit of fun?
Slow down!
Never go back
A little bit
Fun
Now, who wants to have a little bit of fun?
Slow down!
Go back
A little bit
Fun
And never go

[Verse 2]
I want to have a little bit of fun
But it’s not that easy
Is it what I really want?
Take one more step, then I’m on the dirty side
And I’ll say hi to my night butterfly
Who wants to have a butterfly switch?
Than you can be the rich, you can be the richest bitch
Than you can have a catch, you can even hit bull’s eye
Footprints by night butterfly

[Bridge]
Minimum love just an element of it
Super soft and it could be rough
Drippin’ drops, the midnight cops
Why you do this? Shut the fuck up!

(Ganna Bogdan)
(I am driving that Rarri) Drippin’ drops
(With my pussy-money) Droppin’ drips
(You don’t know none ’bout my money) Drippin’ drops
(I am gettin’ that cash money, you don’t know me) Droppin’ drips

Drippin’ drops (Fuck yourself) Fuck it
Droppin’ drips (I’m a big ass bitch)
Drippin’ drops (I am gettin’ that cash)
Droppin’ drips (That dick)
Drippin’ drops
Droppin’ drips (That dick)
Drippin’ drops
Droppin’ drips – slow down!

[Outro:]
Never go back
A little bit
Droppin’ drips
Who wants to have a little bit of fun?
Slow down!
Go back!
Fun
And never go – back!

Иван Дорн (Ivan Dorn) – African lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m gonna spread that hot rythm of African people
What about you?(x2)

Shakaland
Chocolate shaking
I’m gonna make it
What about you?

Get high with the tribe
Who want to try?
What about you?

They got spirit of clappin
They make it happen
What about you?

[Bridge]
Flame’s rising all the time
Getting higher with the tribe

[Chorus]
Everyone has inside them african sound
Why don’t we wanna turn our souls african?
There’s a time to find your Shakaland tribe
Close your eyes and see the african’s everyone
Flame’s rising
Are you ready to shine?
Flame your mind until the stereotypical
There’s a time to find your Shakaland tribe
Close your eyes and take a trip with no chemicals

[Verse 2]
I’m gonna spread that hot rythm of African people
What about you?

Shakaland
Chocolate shaking
I’m gonna make it
What about you?

Get high with the tribe
Who want to try?
What about you?

They got spirit of clappin
They make it happen
What about you?