Skepta – Pure Water Lyrics

[Intro]
Gently down the stream
Sk level
Row, row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Niggas sleepin’ on me must be sippin’ on the lean
Greaze
She knows I be the boss of life
Still Roll Deep
She knows, she knows, she knows
She knows

[Verse 1]
I, wake up, brush my teeth, choose an outfit
Big racks in my account, I get paid
Everyday smoke the loudest
I get packs in by the ounce I just blaze
And I got tings from back in the day
Still ringing me down I’m on stage
But I want no stress
Bruddah tryna control S coming around to get saved
I don’t wanna war let’s make peace
Good energies make the stacks increase
Girls in the North, West, South and the East
Big batty make the mandem say jheeze
I’m not a gentleman I’m an African man
That’s what I said to the priest
So you know I stay smoking trees
And the buds in the zip pack looking obese

[Pre-Chorus]
I just came back from Mars in my new spaceship, it was a perfect landing (Perfect!)
What d’you mean, what d’you mean, I’m a king she’s a queen
Man you know what’s happening (sex)
Nowadays they call me ginger bread man ‘cah they just can’t catch him
All the ladies love man, I love them too, we got an understanding

[Chorus]
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
City on lock from the left to the right
Bare girls, how am I meant to decide

[Verse 2]
She weren’t feelin’ the old me, I bet she’s feelin’ my new shit
I told her we gotta keep it true, told her we gotta move as a unit
I had to chat to Cupid, said, “little man you know I ain’t stupid”
Told you that it’s more than music, paps outside tryna get an exclusive
Instead of looking for the top boy, must’ve been looking for me but who’s asking
I clocked the game I’m still barrin’, please don’t speak to me when I’m dancing
Everyday they pray that I fall off, I’m popping up like “what’s gwarning?”
They say a girl is a gun, see a man walking with his wife and I disarm him
The way I stepped in there in with the Sk Air, fam serious tekkers
Brand new vest, same old leathers, she knows we are the real Goodfellas
We can be cool, yeah we can ride out, please just don’t get jealous
Start texting me crazy I gotta take desperate measures

[Pre-Chorus]
I just came back from Mars in my new spaceship, it was a perfect landing
What d’you mean, what d’you mean, I’m a king she’s a queen
Man you know what’s happening (ice)
Nowadays they call me ginger bread man ‘cah they just can’t catch him
All the ladies love man, I love them too, we got an understanding

[Chorus]
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life
City on lock from the left to the right
Bare girls how am I meant to decide

AMG – Tha Booty Up Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
If you’ve got big ol’ booty
This new dance’ll be real groovy
(Shake it baby, don’t you break it
It took your mama 9 months to make it)
Bring me that big derriere
The one who’s got all that fake hair
And then we’ll see who can do this right
Y’all step back ‘cause I can do this all night

[Chorus]
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up

[Verse 2]
Way way way past O-eight-double-O
I’ll do the booty up ’til 10 o’clock tomorrow
But I need a booty that’s big and round
Just like the bass comin’ out my sounds, yo
Skip all the rigmorale
When I’m at a show, no bougie or hoes
Big butt girls are gonna clap for me
(When I stick out my booty, and mack to the freaks)
It’s better than a brand new exercise
Don’t close your eyes ‘cause you’ll get a surprise
Somebody mighta ate too much of a burrito
And then broke wind, again and again
Because a brotha like G don’t pass no gas
When you do the booty up you gotta watch your ass
Because united we stand, divided we dance
And if you got a lotta booty in your pants, then you gotta do…

[Chorus]
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up

[Interlude]
Ha, my fellow booty up brothas and sistas, ha
I want y’all to get out on the floor
And we gon’ commence to do the booty up
We’re gonna do it on the count of one
No, we’re gonna do it when we wanna do it, ha
Come on y’all and let’s do the booty up

[Verse 3]
You can do the booty up doggystyle
And remember never trust a big butt and a smile
Take it from a man who studied Bootyology
I can Monopoly and still do it properly
Everywhere I go, and everywhere I turn
I say the booty up, and people wanna learn
But I just laugh and say I gotta go
(‘Cause I gotta rest my booty ‘cause it’s kinda sore)

[Chorus]
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up
The booty up, tha booty up
Who can do the booty up?
The booty up, tha booty up
You can do the booty up

[Outro ad-libs]

6ix9ine – Inferno Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young nigga stay wildin’
Scum niggas on violent
BX, Long Island
[?] sirens
Ride ’round with them thangs out
Niggas don’t wanna bang out
Y’all ain’t got that gun talk
Y’all ain’t got that gun talk
Move ki on weekend
Move ki on weekend
Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man
Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man
I’m on the block with the guns out
You don’t wanna get gun down
I’m from that block boy
I’m from that block boy
16 on my Glock now
Pussy nigga get shot down
You don’t want no war, man
You don’t want no war, man
Scum Gang niggas know me
Scum Gang niggas know me
On the block catch a felony
On the block catch a felony

[Hook]
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest

[Bridge]
Yeah, rollin’ with my niggas, rollin’ with my squad squadron
I say yeah, we don’t know them niggas, so we [?]

[Verse 2]
Bitches on with the big dick
6IX9INE ain’t no [?], bitch
Bitches know I get down
Bitches know I get down
I be on the block [?]
With the coke do the hocus pocus
360 with the wrist gang
Watch me whipping to a hurricane
Niggas know I’m gettin’ guala
Guala guala, I’m in Guatemala
Half Rican, half Mexican
Put it through your resume
I do this for my young niggas
Do this for my Scum niggas
Can’t fuck with a fuck nigga
Throw your middle fingers up, nigga

[Hook]
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest
On the mayhem or the violence
Pussy nigga be quiet
Scum Gang we the wildest
Scum Gang we the wildest

Wale – Salary Kaep Lyrics

[Intro: Colin Kaepernick]
“I mean, people are dying in vain because this country isn’t holding up their end of the bargain, as far as, you know, giving freedom and justice and liberty to everybody. It’s something that’s not happening
And I’ve seen videos, I’ve seen certain circumstances where men and women who have been in the military have come back and been treated unjustly by the country they fought for, and have been murdered by the country they fought for – on our land.”

[Chorus]
Hold Up!
Run that track, run that back
Soldier with militant raps on deck
Whole ‘nother level, white boy tryna kill me
Whole lotta melanin, black don’t crack
And I’m in my bag, am I bad?
I’m unapologetic, be forever pro-black
No Nazi gonna stop this bag
Infrared beam on confederate flag

[Verse]
I ain’t with the rhetoric the president be on
Forever with my niggas in the level that we on
Count ’em on your fingers
Tryna put on for the city
Put a bullet in a nigga, call me nigga and he wrong
Look, you a coward nigga, eat a dick
Shoutout [?], rocking E and shit
MMG this is the DMV
Free Trell, Flock [?] and the rest
Khaled, nigga, We The Best
Call Goodell, we need to speak and shit
Rap a piece about that CTE
And give Kaep-ernick a new team to check
Right now ’cause
Shit gettin’ deep for us right now
They killin’ our seeds boy right now
So we gonna take a knee ‘fore he pipe down
Chuck D., Chuck D. we gone fight power
Chuck a duece [?]
I just had a baby girl and I’m so proud
And she so, so smart and she’s so brown
I’ma hold mine down, what are you about?
West side, I’ma ride, doing suicides
West side, I’ma ride, playing old ‘Pac
A sports top, I hope it’s seven [?]
I’ma sit court side, with a broad with with a clique like Fort Knox
With a broad with the shit because she pro too
And she hate fake hoes but the [?]
Uhm stop, lack is never going out of style
Look at Melo, Sniper and Lebron
And then LaMelo, then they get to Zion
I ain’t even lyin’, not a people person but I do be havin’ colored people pride
What you need, some visine to see the vibe, nigga?
Me and my people need to rise up and see that our people be the prime
‘Less you well endowed [?]
[?] bitch I see it twice

[Chorus]
Run that back, run that back
Soldier with militant raps on deck
Whole ‘nother level, white boy tryna kill me
Whole lotta melanin, black don’t crack
And I’m in my bag, am I bad?
I’m unapologetic, be forever pro-black
No Nazi gonna stop my bag
Spray a whole magazine on a red MAGA hat like…. (raaar, raaar)

Madonna – It’s So Cool Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s so hard to be someone
It’s so hard to be unknown
In your heart you are to blame
In your heart you play the game

[Verse 2]
Do you realize you pay the price
Do you know the cost of all your vice
Save your soul, it’s all a test
Save your soul, it’s for the best

[Chorus 1]
We need love (Love, love, love, love)
We need love (Love, love, love, love)
We need love (Love, love, love, love)
We need love (Love, love, love, love)

[Verse 3]
Save your soul, little sister
Save your soul, dear little brother
You need hope, says the preacher
Learn to cope, says all my teachers

[Verse 4]
Do you really know God’s intention
Do you ever ask what it’s all for
We need love, love and love
We need more, more and more

[Chorus 1] [x2]

[Verse 5]
Prophets are telling us
We’re near the end
But I am telling you
That it’s all pretend

[Chorus 2] [x2]
It’s so cool to be uncool
It’s so right to be unright
It’s so good to look so bad
Isn’t this the best thing you ever had

[Chorus 1] [x2]

Rob $tone – Party at My House Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
Renegade, renegade, renegade
Hey, damn

[Chorus]
I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay
You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay
Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches

[Verse 1]
Damn
I wish I had bitches, ay (what the fuck?)
I always had bitches, hey (hey)
Ain’t no going HAM ’cause that shit bad bidness (yeah)
I mix my lean up with my [?] like I ain’t had [?] (yeah)
I gotta fucking suck, and fucking up [?] (up [?])
She said “I wish you’d love me back, if I could have one wish” (ay)
I said “I cannot love you bitch, ’cause we’ll take bad bitches” (bad bitches)
You know just how I’m comin’ in, ’cause I get bags like [?] (ay)
Get back from me, nigga, you don’t have no sense (what?)
These diamonds look like lightning on me, I’mma charge you for the show (yeah)
And I’mma sit back, crack a forty, and just stack my chips (ay)
You know I’m only talkin’ money, ’bouta call up all the homies, ay (yeah)

[Chorus]
I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay
You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay
Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches

[Verse 2]
It ain’t a party with no weed, roll a blunt up (yeah)
I swear at every party I be geekin’ ’til the sun up (ay)
I push the stuff, the Lamborghini, not the Honda (haha)
I push up on a model bitch, bikini made of Prada, ay (ay)
I’m wild (yeah), all my bitches got bodies (yeah)
All my woods got lil molly (woo), on my shit ’cause I’m poppin’, ay (ay)
If she still fuck and suck, and fuckin’ up the covers (yeah)
If she litty for the night and you went home textin’ you love her, ay

[Chorus]
I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay
You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay
Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah)
Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches

Modestep – Summer lyrics

[Intro]
(I just can’t wait until the summer)

[Chorus]
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When I meet with you again, yeah
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When I meet with you again, yeah

[Buildup]
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)

I just can’t wait until the summer, summer, summer

[Drop]
I just can’t wait until the su-
(M-meet with you again)
I just can’t wait until the su-

[Pre-Chorus]
I just can’t wait until another
When I have nothing over mine
I just can’t wait to rediscover
When I meet with you again

[Chorus]
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When I meet with you again, yeah
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now
I just can’t wait until the summer (summer)
When I meet with you again, yeah

[Buildup]
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)

I just can’t wait until the summer, summer, summer

[Drop]
I just can’t wait until the su-
(M-meet with you again)
I just can’t wait until the su-

[Outro]
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)
I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)

SHVPES – Undertones lyrics

I dig my way through the dirt and the undertones
Waiting for my cue
But for all you know
Go

I got no morbid fascination
I’m a slave every god damn minute til you’re done

You think you’re burning me out
Nothing I can do
Start running oh
Start running
Cos you’re playing with fire for a pocket full
Start running oh
Start running

Crawling out through the smoke
It’s like murder she wrote
Now I’m here for you
I’m addicted to vengeance
Pulling moths into flames
Til I’m done with you
I’ll wait to burn this party down

Your pockets might be swelling butty teeth sink deeper
Just when you think you’re in heaven
I’ll be coming with the reaper
Watch me turn

I dig my way through the dirt and the undertones
Holding out for you
Well for all you know
Go

I’ll sit in silence while you dig your grave
Pace yourself
Your days are numbered they belong to me
Pace yourself
Pace yourself

I’ll sit in silence while you dig your grave
Your days are numbered they belong to me
Kick it

Trenton – Don’t Hide Yourself lyrics

Sifting through the pages
An atlas from a life left un-lived
Inside there is a beauty unknown
You hide it like a secret
Bolting every door in your sight
Now solitude is taking your light

Drifter in this wasteland
Frozen in the stillness of thought
Nothing goes to waste in this place
(Time is moving forward)
Caught up in a notion of the heart
When drowning in the ocean is your way out
Playing every game you’ve rigged to lose
Against the stars

Don’t hide yourself
Time will leave you in the haze
Don’t hide yourself in the dark

Pushing through the breakdown
To find a revelation you lost
When the promised land is all that you seek
Blood will stain the pavement of your dreams
It takes a heart of stone to feel the burning
Running with your eyes fixed on the ground
Lift your eyes my love

Don’t hide yourself
Time will leave you in the haze
Don’t hide yourself in the dark
Don’t hide yourself
Though everyone has lost their way
Don’t hide yourself in the dark

Driving with your past against the sun
A painted face with smile lines and focus
I promise you the story’s just begun
Here you are

Don’t hide yourself
Time will leave you in the haze
Don’t hide yourself in the dark
Don’t hide yourself
Though everyone has lost their way
Don’t hide yourself in the dark

Snow Patrol – Empress lyrics

You’re angry but you don’t know how to be that yet
It seems too much went wrong and all at once
Resistance seems impossible from down this low
And surely no one else can feel like this

But on the streets
You can see them gathering
And in your heart
You know they feel like you do

Sound imposed and volume
Hands just reaching other hands
This is almost over
I said almost over

Friends and foes and princes
Are all just human in the end
This is all damn simple, yeah
It’s all damn simple

So standing in the steady throne of restless oath
You don’t feel like an outcast anymore
And something deep inside of you has waken up
And you know that nothing’s gonna be the same again

But on the streets
You can see for what seems miles
Because in your heart
You know they feel like you do

Sound imposed and volume
Hands just reaching other hands
This is almost over
I said almost over

Friends and foes and princes
Are all just human in the end
This is all damn simple, yeah
It’s all damn simple

I won’t be still
It may not again
You don’t think it will
But it will

Sound imposed and volume
Hand just reaching other hands
This is all damn simple, yeah
It’s all damn simple
This is all damn simple, yeah
This is all damn simple
This is all damn simple, yeah
This is all damn simple

Little Big – Faradenza lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dance up, Faradenza
La poca de la coca
Gran de la [?] vi la vida loca
Gusto rico dante
[?] power
[?] konnichiuahua

[Pre-Chorus]
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Dance up, Faradenza
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Dance up, Faradenza

[Chorus]
Dance up, dance up
Dance up, Faradenza
Dance up, dance up
Dance up, Faradenza
Dance up, dance up
Dance up, Faradenza
Dance up, dance up
Dance up, Faradenza

[Verse 2]
Dance up, Faradenza
[?]
[?] el casa hands up konnichiuahua
Gusto rico dante
[?] power
Dance up, Faradenza
Sorry paradox [?]

[Chorus]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Dance up, Faradenza
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Dance up, Faradenza
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Dance up, Faradenza
Ra-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Dance up, Faradenza

Paulo Londra – Dimelo lyrics

[Intro]
O-O-Ovy On The Drums

[Coro]
Dímelo, si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena
Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (confiésalo)
Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena
Vamo’, mami, dímelo
Si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena
Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo
Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena

[Verso 1]
La cosa es muy simple, les voy a contar
Ella tiene un pibe que no molesta
No sé si es el ex o el de ahora
Pero eso no importa, conmigo ella está (ey)
Por eso salimos encapucha’os
Yo soy en verda’ el que la tiene mal
El otro nos vive buscando, parece que comió la peli de Slenderman
No sé qué más, no sé qué más
Odiamos el día y la noche na’
Es una vampira y yo Dracula
Pasamo’ la vida en la oscurida’
Solamente nos pasamos el rato pensando en como salir sin que nos vean
Y es que los bocones que molestan se quedan en la casita viendo novelas

Ay-ay-ay (wuh)
Ay-ay-ay (yeah)
Ay-ay-ay (shiuf)
Ay-ay-ay (prrr)
Ay-ay-ay (shiuf)
Ay-ay-ay
No perdamos sin que puedan seguir los pasos, ma’

[Coro]
Dímelo, si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena
Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (confiésalo)
Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena
Vamo’, mami, dímelo
Si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena
Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (-fiésalo)
Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena

[Verso 2]
Ey, mami, mami, dímelo (-melo)
Soy un loco en el amor (prrr)
Tú me dices si lo callo (shiuf)
El cabrón es muy bocón (prr-ay)
Ay-ay-ay, dilo ma’
Soy todo oídos pa’ tu boca
Y tu boquita toda mía
Viste man, chao papá

[Puente]
Ma-Mami yo no tengo miedo para fugarme (-garme)
Mira mi bolsillo, ya está listo el pasaje (pasaje)
Sólo lo propongo, no quiero intimidarte (-midarte)
Pero cuando quiera’ no vamo’ pa’ otra parte (otra parte)

[Coro]
Dímelo (dímelo), si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena
Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (confiésalo)
Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena
Vamo’, mami, dímelo
Si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena
Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (-fiésalo)
Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena

[Outro]
¡Shiuf!
Ovy On The Drums, On The Drums, On The Drums
Yeah-eh-eh
Paulo Londra
Big Ligas, los mayores
Ey, listen man
Dímelo Wain
Leones con flo-o-ow

Dr. Dre – 12 Steps To Recovery lyrics

Break out your fucking swishes
Light up your fuckin’ weed
I’d like to introduce you all to The Chronic III
It’s D R period Dre motherfucka
Back to set the record straight for motherfuckers

I gotta be the number one supplier
I keep you higher than Richard Pryor
I been the dope man since ’86 (’86)
From a nigga with a attitude to a nigga that’s fucking rich
I’m feeling better than I’ve ever been
A lot stronger, plus I got a bet I win (bet I win)
I’m taking all bets, fuck it I’m all in
And when I’m finished with this business I will be number
One (one one)
Started out on the turn tables with little [?] tables turned
You can’t imagine what my label earned
I gross more in a year than most niggas make in their whole career
I’m only here
Two (two two)
Make sure I shake up your rear view
And you niggas could not see me with a clear view
If I was you I’d probably hate me too
‘Cause yeah you got a budget but you can’t fit Dre in it, it’s
Three (three three)
Album solo, that Aftermath logo, platinum plus ’cause I don’t go gold
You know my stacks ain’t got enough wall for all my plaques
Niggas actin’ like I wasn’t coming back
Four
More? I’m too in love with this shit, plus I came too far to quit
And it was in nine
Five
I got sick of niggas trippin’ and shit, so I started building my label, sometime in 9 6
Six
Adjust the levels on my mic so it’s loud and clear (testing)
This is something that I want the whole world to hear (world to hear)
Seven
I’m tired of niggas blaming sales on the industry
The music ain’t shit, and personally it’s offending me

Twelve steps to recovery

Fuckin’ with the D R, find yourself an E R
Need CPR, do you know who we are?
Love cognac and cigars, so high I don’t see y’all
On a whole ‘nother level, that’s why I couldn’t be y’all
Eight
Straight summers they’ve been patiently waiting
And I’d like to thank you all for being patient
I’d like to shout out all the critics for hating
‘Cause you’ve only been the fuel for my motivation
Nine
You cat’s lives is limited
While I got black cards for all of my businesses
And there’s
Ten
Million reasons why you can’t fuck with Detox
And I’m the biggest influence in hip-hop
Eleven
I can’t stop, look what I started
I get the most pay, because I work the hardest
Twelve
Should’ve been number one to me
It’s hard work to you, but it’s fun for me

Twelve steps to recovery

Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

[Verse: Comethazine]
Take off your top, take off your socks
I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot
Bitch I like that
Let me hit it from the back
Let me take off my pants
Let me put away my strauss
Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back
Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house
Let’s go fuck some bands up
Blow a hunnid thousand
Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too
I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff
Baby lets duck off
Lets go smoke some buff
Lets go hit the stu
I know you like to sing
You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring
Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin
I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing
But your ass will and when you do it sober
Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder
I just signed a deal
My wrist got colder
I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch