Selena Gomez – Expressing Myself Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Hey!)
When life tell you it’s time to go (Skrrt!)
I realize my blessing (Hey!)
A side of me that they don’t know (Hey!)
I’m a woman, now did you know?
And I light up the room, yes I go (Hey, hey!)
Rare is my formula (Hey!)
One of a kind, I’m original (Hey!)

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Refrain: Anitta]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new me is present (Hey!)
I did this all on my mine
Turn my vision to physical (Hey!)
Nah, my diamonds are real, and you know (Ooh, ooh!)
Lo que ves es lo que te doy
Pero dime si me quieres hoy

[Chorus: Anitta]
Oh-oh, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya

[Post-Chorus: Anitta]
Man, you will never understand
El bunda es aquí en mi’ hands
And I’m passin’ it on to my friends, woah-oh
And I’m movin’ my body, my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan
That should tell you where I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Anitta]
You know that feelin’
[Refrain: Selena Gomez]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new message (Hey!)
I decide how high I go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
In a time that is digital (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Anything happens in real-time they know (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And, well, I’m just warming up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Til I’m burnin’ bright
You’re done here we go

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy; haha)
Ayy, Selena (Ayy, ayy, ayy; yeah)
Let me go and [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me kick my flavor real quick
You dig?, yeah
¿Qué pasa, homes?

[Verse 2: Kap G]
First off, fuck Donald Trump
[?] my man Donald Duck
I’m from Cali part like Monica
Ayy, bro, who hide the zip? (Jumpshot)
I’m from the street, boy, no beach boy
This ain’t Hollister (Nah), I used to rock the Nautica
Now all I rock is designer, boy
Wake up in the mornin’, livin’
Feelin’ like I’m rich and famous
Ladies, did you love my fashion?
I’m from where that bib on cappin’
I just want to get a Ashley
And I’ma have ’em flabbergasted (Skrrt)
Polo T-shirt, Polo khakis (Skrrt), I don’t like my jeans bendin’ (Let’s go!)
If they was that good, they’d pull up with no ceilin’
Don’t got nothin’ good to say? Hold your opinion
Success is not given you gotta go get it (Go get it)
You don’t want these problems
You don’t want these issues ’cause—

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
Man (Yeah), you do not have to understand (Turn up, turn up)
I’m movin’ my body my hands (Haha)
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh (The plan; let’s go!)
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can (You know that)
What comes out my chest, it enchants (It’s that time)
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

Chief Keef – Lamb Pass By Lyrics

[Intro]
The ghetto
The ghetto

[Verse]
Lamb shoot by (Shoot)
Everybody lookin’ (Lookin’)
Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (Pussy)
I’m a young boss nigga, so I feel like I took it (Took it)
Chance came a young nigga way and he took it (Took it)
Sneak dissin’, thought he was straight but we left him crooked (Crooked)
Sosa how it feel? How it feel, to dodge a bullet? (Dodge a bullet)
In the engine click, clickin’ like it’s out of bullets
I just caught a opp lackin’ so I gotta pull it, ayy
Wrist cold like a cooler, feel like a pool
You don’t like a young nigga, here’s what you do
Pull up on him, give one, three or two (Skrr)
I just bought some custom floor mats for the coupe
Feelin’ sick, so I’m in that bitch sippin’ soup (Lean)
She brought her friend, so I’m in that bitch with a deuce
Lil’ folks with me, so he in this bitch trippin’ too (Trippin’)
Nah, I ain’t solid, but before I thought he was fool (Bitch)
We be in it from the sun down ’till that bitch come up (Till that bitch come up)
We be still up in the club until that bitch go up (Go up)
I done hire me a driver, just to pick hoes up
Put some wrap around the track, that cost like 10 more bucks
No I ain’t got a shorty, gotta get more bucks
Ayy, too many fans, I need like sixteen hands to fill ’em up (Bang)
Bitch shouldn’t be here, like where he get his heavy ass pillows from
Can’t tell you that, whatever you do, bitch, just don’t pillowtalk
Lamb pass by
Kids like look
Hopped out all white, I ‘on’t like her, cuh
If I personally took your shit, just consider it took (Took)
I ain’t gon’ post this, as I don’t do no shit for the look
High as hell like I got eight tentacles octopus
Top floor, might be with lil’ bitch on the roof
I was lackin’, laws snuck up on me, I was shook (I was shook)
Thinkin’ like, had that shit upon me, I was buzzed
If you ain’t know, I got one lil’ brother and one lil’ sis’
My lil’ sis’ gon’ be a lawyer, so I’m proud of her (Proud of her)
Soon as I catch a f**kin’ case, you know I’m callin’ her (Brrr)
In case Disney try to sue for bein’ a Donald Duck
Three of y’all still couldn’t amount to one of us (One of us)
Niggas doing this shit for clout
What happened to wanting bucks?
I ain’t like car no more, I start wantin’ trucks
Stick I got, clean ceiling, this ain’t corner dust
Always sent a pair of shoes, I just wear around the house
Niggas bitches, might as well go pink and white blouse
I should go to Airbnb, you runnin’ by the house
I just ask that bitch, she copy, she said “Roger out”, ayy
I just ran into this bitch, ain’t seen a long time
Wanted my number, so I gave that bitch the wrong line (Brr)
Knew she was gon’, let me f**k in the long ride
But now she look weak, so I don’t want that (Brrr)
Nigga get off my dick, go get your own swag (Swag)
Nigga put your hand down, go get your own bag (Bag)
I talk in code, just in case my phone tapped (Brr)
I ain’t did shit, how the f**k my phone tapped?
Got my Cuban really rocky, feel like A$AP
Neck hurt, all these chains, girl I hate that
Yeah, I know how to divide, but I hate math
Skrrt, skrrt, finna ride to my safehouse
Have you ever seen a pound in a f**kin’ jar?
Have you ever seen a camera ho f**kin’ a cop?
Pull up with a Muhammad Ali, get a suck or some’
You ran out, we shoot, guess that nigga f**kin’ slide (Bitch)
Five years, since I been on my f**kin’ block
But I’m still 2-4, screamin’, “f**k an opp”
Just ’cause I ain’t on the block, don’t mean my brothers not
The time I left the f**kin’ block, that bitch was f**kin’ hot
Shawty really actin’ real and he know he not
Shawty got her ass on, just like Khloe Ka’
Now he don’t think he Mims, but he know he hot
Now he ain’t be pullin’ up, but you know he drivin’

Lil Wayne – Line Em Up Lyrics

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[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Pre-Chorus]
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin’ white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I’m a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

[Verse 1]
She said I got a vanilla aftertaste
Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave
A real pump, it ain’t nothin’ like South Park
Pistol whip you ’til you know the serial number by heart
Sit the trap on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze
Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es
Uzis, .223s, Tecs, semi-automatic, reflex
Bullet ain’t got no name, but these no names ain’t got no respect
Put some respect on my name, no, know where I got that from
Mad scientist in this bitch, don’t even know what I’m mad for
Whoo, ’cause it’s hard to ignore the bullshit when it can’t flush
Whoo, tryna down and duck, but you can’t duck, nigga

[Chorus]
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to see your ass, the real deal
Had to see your ass, the real deal
I had to line ’em up, line ’em up
You niggas crack me up
Do-Donald Duck
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to see your ass, the real deal
Had to see your ass, the real deal
I had to line ’em up, I’m anonymous
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck

[Verse 2]
Gas ’em up, I’ma burn ’em up
Yeah, pack ’em up, I’ma pile up
Yeah, line ’em up, yeah, sign ’em up
Yeah, line ’em up, I’m anonymous
[?] with the [?]
I’m comin’ back with the dogs
Go at my neck, I come back at your skull
I’m comin’ back with her drawers
Come back with the bag, the package and all
Yeah, I put the stash in the wall
30-round dick, I’m jackin’ it off, yeah
To eighty more jacks in the cards
Aces and Kings, blackest of hearts
I played the hands I was taught
Family man, your family involved, damn
Family tree, branches gon’ fall
Actin’ the ass, no actin’ at all, no
All of the cameras is off
You fucked up the deal
You back at the mall
We duck and back at the farm

[Pre-Chorus]
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin’ white
Ask Jada Pinkett, I’m a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

[Chorus]
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to see your ass, the real deal
Had to see your ass, the real deal
I had to line ’em up, line ’em up
These niggas crack me up
Do-Donald Duck

[Outro]
Line ’em up, sign ’em up
I’ma grind ’em up, I’ma fire ’em up
Smoke, smoke (Gas ’em up), smoke, smoke (Pile ’em up)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Line ’em up, yeah, blaow
Smoke, Donald Duck
I see you backin’ up
But you better Donald Duck
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow
Line ’em up, you better Donald Duck
Gas ’em up, and I’ma fire ’em up, yeah
Pack ’em up, and I’ma pile ’em up
Funeral

Saba – Church : Liquor Store (feat. Noname) letras

[Intro: Akenya]
Oooh
Ahhh
Oooh
Ahhh

[Verse 1: Saba]
They ask you what’s the cause and effect
Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling collect
They booby trapping the trap
The police pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly
Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you’ll catch a case
I can’t, relate to half of my relatives
My genetics is felony, buying low and reselling it
They told me tell a story I’m like “Why not mine?”
Shit everybody taking pictures I’m like “Why not Vine?”
And growin’ from the ground up, it look like I’m a vine
It’s rarity in my realness
Yeah I’m a fine, diamond in the rough type, rough type
Roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li
Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county
Counting, black bodies hunt ’em down look like bounties
Bound to, be on the block a little while longer
They your homies, this what home is, what don’t kill ya make ya stronger
Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
He can save Chicago from the demons and the deacons
When it’s the end
Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens
Let’s pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted

[Hook: Saba & Akenya]
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central
Was told, “let it go”
Didn’t know who to hit though
Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I…got…from the liquor store on Cicero
I ain’t 21 but he didn’t know

[Verse 2: Saba]
Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times (times, times times…)
A stray bullet will take your first-born like the tenth plague, I’m the new Pharoah
My phone line…forever open for prayer
The fallen soldiers ain’t fell, they in my pen
And I do thank God
They say preach like Cooley High
From beginning to end that’s Alpha and Omega
My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry
Soon’s you loosen up your grip you lost then lose your life
I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
Like how I’m not dead
Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that’s a fitting room
I’m still the same kid that didn’t speak when we were in the school
I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga
I just gotta wipe down, and fuck who you think I sound…like, I’m a legend in the making like the director’s cut
Of I Am Legend and I’m fed up with the fuck comparison
These niggas don’t got the truth that y’all want do they?
Think I’m lyin’? Then plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was fucking with me
There’s no logic in love, but there’s no love in the streets

[Hook 2: Saba & Akenya]
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, sillou…-ette!
Chalk outline, sketch! It’s not safe outside, when they want, your neck
Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I…got…from the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21 but he didn’t know

[Verse 3: Noname]
They sold prison the way they pipeline
Systematically lifeline
Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law
Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch doing crack now
Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta
I hope the grave don’t find me, I do my E&J kindly
I do my time when it’s timely, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade
My momma still sipping, politician owe Donald Duck
A quacking new kitchen
They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch
They gentrified your neighbourhood no needs for cops, watch
Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yoghurt stands
Consumerism, holy land
And on the other hand my momma land

[Hook: Saba & Akenya]
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, dead leg –