Avail – Pink Houses Lyrics

There’s a black man with a black cat
Living in a black neighbourhood
He’s got an interstate runnin’ through his front yard
You know, he think, that he’s got it so good
And there’s a woman in the kitchen cleanin’ up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says: hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock

Oh but ain’t that America for you and me
Ain’t that America we’re something to see baby
Ain’t that America, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me

Well there’s a young man in a t-shirt
Listening to a rockin’ rollin’ station

He’s got a greasy hair, greasy smile
He says: lord, this must be my destination
‘cuz they told me, when I was younger
Boy, you’re gonna be president
But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

Well there’s people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the gulf of Mexico
Ohhh yeah
And there’s winners, and there’s losers
But they ain’t no big deal
‘cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills
The bills and the pills that kill

Tijuana Cartel – Over And Over

Tijuana Cartel

Over And Over


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Why do we like this?

If you like LCD Soundsystem then I’ve got a treat for you.

Out of the nether-regions of the southern part of the Planet we call Earth come Tijuana Cartel. No, they’re not in Mexico. They’re down under, in Australia.

From what I gather, “Over And Over” was actually written with the intention of working really well in a live setting. And I can totally see that being the case: I’d probably boogy to this song if I could actually attend a live show.

Speaking of which, it seems like these guys have a whole bunch of live shows lined up in Australia? Go figure. They get to have all the fun on their island, while those of us attached to big land masses are stuck in lockdowns 🙁




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Ashanti Iced Flo Rida Dating Rumors After Spotted On Yacht Together

Ashanti says Flo Rida is her brother amid fresh dating rumors after he shared pics of them on a yacht.

For years the rumor mill has consistently tried to put Flo Rida and Ashanti together as a couple. That’s mainly because the two have shared such a long and enduring friendship. The rumors died down for a while but were freshly stoked up once again after the rapper recently posted pictures of himself with Ashanti sharing a vacation together at the Garza Blanca Resort & Spa in Cancun, Mexico.

Fans immediately started to excitedly ponder if the two were, in fact, together. It didn’t help that Ashanti was showing off her body in the pics. TheShaderoom caught wind of the pics and started to infer that maybe the two were really romantically involved. That was almost immediately shut down by Ashanti herself, who once again let fans know that they are just friends and that she considers the “My House” singer to be family.

The “Foolish” singer commented: “Aht aht Flo is my brother. We’re family! Celebrating my sis @liltuneshi bday!!! Happy Birthday Bink!” With those words, she effectively shut down any gossip that the two could be dating, much to the disappointment of some fans who feel that they would make an awesome power couple.

The rapper posted a series of photos of himself enjoying the sun beachside with Ashanti in the background. In one of the pictures, Ashanti could be seen lounging in a Dior bikini on a yacht right next to Flo Rida, who was also wearing a Dior tank top. He captioned that post: “If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression, and smile.’”

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Ashanti also showed off her body in a printed bikini while taking in the tropical views poolside. Fans thought for sure it was a romantic partnership when Flo Rida responded to her pictures with flame emojis in the comments. Other reports indicated that it was Ashanti’s sister Shia’s birthday, and she joined them on the mini-vacay.

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Michael Nesmith – Bye, Bye, Bye Lyrics

I had twenty-one miles of road to go
And fifty-four miles of dirt
There was a cold steel gleam
In the night
I was trucking along
Down interstate five
Looking for the turn
When something snapped
And I suddenly changed my mind

I said bye bye bye
Oh, I finally took a stand
Then for the very first time
I felt like a man

So I headed on down to Mexico
I was never going back to work
Yes I had enough cash
To last me there for years
And then I cabled my folks
I said call my boss
And you can tell him
Where I left the truck
And then I went out and stocked up

On enchiladas and beer
I said bye bye bye
Whoah I finally took a stand
Then for the very first time in my life
I felt like a man, like a man man man man

Well now that all happened back in 1961
And I never went back to work
And then in 1964 I started living
Off the land
And the people back home
Still talk about me
Just running off without a word
But me and the beer
And the Mexican sunshine
We don't give a damn

Whoah no no no
I said bye bye bye
Whoah I finally took a stand
Now for the very first time
I feel like a man, a free man

Marney – California Lyrics

“The righteous shall dwell in the land forever
The meek, the gentle the patient shall finally be the ones that inherit this troubled planet
So learn to be patient and gentle”

In California there’s a place I like to stay
Where all the angels come to pray
They all act shady like they got cocaine to move
They think it keeps the crazy out of you

They’re on their knees singing

California will set you free
In The Valley or Los Feliz
You can try but you’ll never leave
The land of the free
For someone like me
It’s all waiting for ya
In California

Through the empty hills
Go down and round to Mexico
Riding on the waves, high on the snow

I’m on my knees now singing

California will set you free
In The Valley or Los Feliz
You can try but you’ll never leave
The land of the free
For someone like me
It’s all waiting for ya
In California

They’re your friends, Superman
When your hands fit the stars down at Mann’s, man

California will set you free
In The Valley or Los Feliz
You can try but you’ll never leave
The land of the free
For someone like me
It’s all waiting for ya
In California

“The righteous shall dwell in the land forever
The meek, the gentle the patient shall finally be the ones that inherit this troubled planet
So learn to be patient and gentle”

Rich The Kid & Tori Brixx Addresses Cheating Accusations From Tori Brixx

Dream Doll is caught in the middle of Rich The Kid and Tori Brixx breakup.

There seems to be trouble brewing between Tori Brixx and her fiancé Rich The Kid, following a series of social media posts hinting that the rapper was vacationing with Dream Doll. The drama started after both Rich the Kid, and Dream Doll posted separate pictures of themselves in Cabo, Mexico. Both shared images of themselves holding iguanas, leaving internet detectives to conclude that the two were spending some quality time together.

Tori became aware of the pictures and decided to message her beau, who she actually thought was in Miami. The rapper replied with a phrase popularized by Shaggy and RikRok, “It wasn’t me.” He even called her “crazy” for believing what was told to her. The two have no longer following each other on Instagram. News had surfaced that the couple has been at odds since Valentine’s Day, so it seems to be much more than this recent incident that has caused this fallout.

Dream Doll has responded to the accusations via social media. “Y’all got me F$$$#d up im on my family vacation which I do every year,” she tweeted. In another post, she wrote, “What we not gonna do is sit here and “TRY” to sabotage my character I have NEVER OR WILL NEVER F@#K WITH NO MAN THAT IS IN A RELATIONSHIP.”

Some of the comments under her posts were, however, quite brutal, calling her out for lying. Some even suggested she was seen with the rapper’s kids.

Do you think there is any merit to the rumors of her and Rich The Kid being together? Or is it a terrible case of coincidence that they were both petting iguanas?

Los Originales De San Juan – El Cara De Chango Lyrics

“Y ahi le va viejillo guango… !
Aqui le canta su padre hijo del cocho… !
Y aguante el chorizo viejillo hediondo… !
Y aqui el que canta es tu padre guey… !

Ando bien encabronado
La culpa la tiene un chango
Tiene mucho parcido
Con los que traigo colgando

Anda hablando babosadas
Y eso no me esta gustando

Yo no lo queria creer
Que este chango me retara
Ya se paso de la raya
Hizo que me encabronara

Siempre soy mejor que tu
Pinche viejo sancas miadas

Cien por ciento Jaliciense
Siempre lo voy a gritar
Mexicano hasta la madre
Con eso no hay mas que hablar

Yo le canto a quien yo quiera
Pinche viejillo punal

Pa’ que veas que no soy gacho
Yo quiero hacerte un favor
En un circo muy famoso
Conosco bien un senor

A ver si te da trabajo
De changuito cantador

“Y ora viejillo hediondo… Ya deje de presumir
Lo pendejo no sea guey… !… “

Yo na canto porque se
Ni porque mi voz sea buena
Pero el que muere de envidia
Que la raza nos prefiera

Asi no se hacen las cosas
No me ande con chingaderas

Mejor para tu carreta
Chango de circo corriente
Quieres medirte conmigo
Me vas a pelar los dientes

Sabes muy bien que soy tu padre
Y tu solo eres ojete

Si quieres llegar muy lejos
Caminen lo mio primero
Que viva toda mi raza
Que viva mexico entero

De ardor mueren los quemados
Pinche changuito culero

Pete Seeger – Living In The Country Lyrics

(Traditional)

You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us
It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band

The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there’s a 92 year old woman
Who wrote a song, which some of you may know
She plays it, who knows it?

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

When I’m dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I’ve gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

Pedro Infante – Dios Si Existe Lyrics

Voy a cantarles
El cantar de los cantares
La bella estrofa de este
Pueblo del señor

Estas cruzada con tu
Grito en el espacio
Dios si existe lo
Juraste con ardor

Pueblo de Mexico
En tu seno te cobija
Dando una muestra
De tu enseña y tu valor

Y con la sangre de
Los buenos mexicanos
Si es necesario
Apagaremos el clamor

Oh pueblo mio
Con tus propios ideales
Sigue adelante
Enseñando la verdad

Cuida a tus hijos
Que no caigan en desgracia
Dandole oido a la mentira
Y falsedad

Mexico entero
Que afirmaste tu creencia
Y considera venturoso
El porvenir

Es la fe que hay en tu pueblo
Es arraigada que constituye
Tu grandeza en el vivir
Haciendo un canto interminable
Que se ensancha con esta frase
Que escribimos con amor

Dios si existe
Pues es la verdad suprema
Y a los que duden
Les otorgue su perdon

Jesse Jagz – Awake Lyrics

Oh girl you satisfy me, you satisfy me
Oh girl you satisfy me, you satisfy me
As far as I see, oh girl you satisfy me
Roll it roll it roll it with me girl
Hold it girl control it with me yeah
Roll it in slow motion to me girl
When I’m lonely, will you roll it with me yeah
Come roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me

[Verse 1]
Destiny calls nigga, here we go
Surround the walls of Jericho
Your whole life feel like a mary-go
It’s round and round but very slow
I come from a town where it nearly snows
But yet you never know
My niggas what the hell we blow
Is near below so in principle I’m invincible
And I’ve been asking lately if the past will take me
Down this river like a basket baby
Will she ask to take me or assassinate me?
Cause I’m bat-shit crazy, asking baby
Basket baby, gotta get out of this casket baby
I’m asking lady, can master save me?
I’ve been tryna get back to mombasa
Taraba baby, Zaria baby
I was built from the house of Tara baby
Allah made me, grown in the Sahara baby
Every night was water and cassava baby
Destiny calls nigga, here we go
Climb over the boarder of Mexico
I guess you know who’s the next to blow
How I get this flow like Texaco
And no matter what they do they can’t affect it no
And the youth dem-ah never been respected no
It’s the professional yo, intellectual snow
DJs respect and select it yo

[Hook]
Roll it roll it roll it with me girl
Hold it girl control it with me yeah
Roll it in slow motion to me girl
When I’m lonely, will you roll it with me yeah
Come roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me

[Verse 2]
Destiny calls, in unism
Climb over the walls of Jerusalem
Confusing em, the music is moving em
It’s new to em, It’s like a hallucinogen
Basket baby, tryna get out of this casket baby
Asking lady will she ask to take me or assassinate me
Or she’ll castigate me cause I’m bat-shit crazy
Destiny calls, nigga here we wait
Over the walls of Babylon’s aluminum gates
Solution awaits, how many moon revolutions
Will it take for the revolution to awake
Basket baby, I’ve been asking lately
Asking baby can master save me
Cause, I’ve been tryna get back to mombasa baby
Destiny calls in unism
Climb over the walls of Jerusalem
Choose you sin, choose a gin, masseuse her skin
Lose or win, I never seen a loser win
The shoes are in, it’s too small to [?] her skin
Out the sky is a parachute [?]
[?]
Don’t you know you a built bulletproof within
I know the truth would stand, you were built to stand
My troopers land like superman
Cape on his back, major attack made on a mic
Name on a track and the angel is back
And you can never blame where you at
Many make moves many more came too react
Name on a plaque, fame is a trap
Jade on my back, this is how I made it to rap

[Outro]
Come satisfy me
Come roll for it me (early in the morning)
Control it with me (another break another dawning)
Come roll it with me, girl come roll it with me
Early in the morning (roll it with me)
Another break another dawning (control it with me)
Roll it me, come roll it with me
Girl come roll it with me
Come lift me up, lift me up, champion
Lift me up, lift me up, come lift me up
Lift me up…

Forever Came Calling – If Bukowski Could See Me Now Lyrics

Let’s get reckless like the ocean ‘cause I’m careless like the sea
I watched you walk inside this crowded room, trying to drink the void in you
We’re all searching for something intangible, breaking moons apart to let the ocean know

You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
Sitting tongue out and spinning, traded true love for a ring
Walk the shores of Mexico and finally calmed her seas

You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
So crack my heart, and let you finish those lines
‘cause the actors that we play are taking on our lives

Of all the things she swore she ever meant, still in my head it’s “the difference.”
I guess you were just smarter than the gate to drug use and awkward sex
My best friends will be the death of me, but I gotta say it’s the only way to be
Did your best to try and find change, nickel and dimed but pennies ain’t got nothing to say

She crashes those waves, she is dead weight
Did you ever find change?

Vargskelethor – Dia De Muertos Lyrics

Esto musica es una mierda

f**k christmas
That’s right
Yeah
Heres a holiday
That’s better

Mexico
Day of the dead

Chinga de puta madre cabron

Day of the dead
I wish we celebrated that
Dia de los muertos
Why can’t we have that
Oh yeah
Ugh
Swedish midsummer
Sucks ass

Tonto del culo

Day of the dead
I wish we celebrated that
Dia de los muertos
Este restaurante esta de la chingada

GLOCK Lyrics and Video Song – Dilpreet Dhillon | Parmish Verma | Jinde Meriye

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Hoo…

Ho kaaleya raahan da kayi raahi aakh de
Maut chandri da kayi maahi aakh de
Ho kayi aakhi jaande bhuchal munde nu
Sehar tere jatt nu tabhaai aakh de

Aai maut de vi nahio munda pairi girda
Shehar goreya de vigdeya jatt firda
Naam unjh Mexico takk bolda
Boldi bandook munda ghatt bolda

oh ta agg da barola
Poora khabra ch raula
Auunda gun da karaunda thakk thakk turreya

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho shera aale jigra tere kabbe yaar da
Firda street’aa vich gunde maarda
Ho bhad’de aule vairi jaag de
Tere jatt nu aa dhakk champion aakh de

Bethe maawan kole darde jawaak sun layi
Hunde 9mm de khadaak sunn layi
Ho giddara de wagh waang jhund ch ni rehnda
Kalla firda muchha nu dinda batt tureya

Munda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya

Ow shehar tere de raj aa ni
O itthe masla ni koi votan da
Maahda calculator
Sadde hisab ni launda note’aa da
Ho likhde aan
Te khulla hi gaune aan
Khulle hi kharche ne
Te khulle hi kamaune aa
Kyun, paidi hai phir dhakk champion!

Germ – Bodybag Lyrics

[Intro]
Another nigga body bagged (Huh)
Another nigga body bagged (Ay)

[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick (Bad shit)

[Verse]
Movin like the president
Thought dat was evident
I’m feelin type heaven sent, nah I’m just arrogant
Flooded pussy bitch be wet
Done dived in wit no vest
I’m gone flex Pablo talk dat check
Medellin elect
Ice tray da game gulf of Mexico call up da plug
Steppin in deez Valentinos 3flip f**k it, f**k em up
You can’t live like us
Better tighten up
Pull up military rover truck pullin Chernobyl stunts
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary

[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick

Los Cuates De Sinaloa – El Botas Blancas Lyrics

Ya no soy el ayudante
Hoy soy jefe de las plazas
Ya no son pacas de a kilo
Las converti en toneladas
Un tiempo fui campesino
Ahora soy ” EL BOTAS BLANCAS”
Ese rancho de la palma
Si vieras como te extraño
De una pricion de durango
Se les fugo un lisenciado
Tambien le llaman “EL TIO”
Jefe de jefes mentado
El dinero da poder
Como ya todos lo saben
“JUAREZ” eres mi terreno
Donde es mas verde el zacate
Por todo mexico entero
Tengo apoyo en todas partes
Hay una fiesta en la sierra
Me esta tocando la banda
Que toquen puros corridos
Y que nos cante el tal “CHAKA”
Saludos para mi hermano
El de la fija mirada
Yo todavia soy el bueno
Mi cuerno para el que brinque
Por todito culiacan
Los cartelones lo dicen
Mensajes para el gobierno
Nomas para que se ubiquen
Este negocio es maldito
Hay que saber aguantar
La mafia nunca perdona
Nos tenemos que adaptar
Pero pase lo que pase
“Saludos pa Culiacan”

Kip Moore – She’s Mine Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Love, I’ve been looking for a while
Been  close a couple times
Man,  she’s hard to find
And towns everywhere along the map
Well, I’ve traveled there and back
And  I wonder where she’s at

[Chorus]
Yeah,  maybe she’s in Dallas
Cheering for the Cowboys
Maybe  laying low down in Mexico
I know she loves the sunshine
Yeah, maybe she’s in Vegas
At a table dealing Blackjack
Hey,  if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Verse 3]
Life, it’s a crazy ride, isn’t it?
And I’m loving every minute
But it’d be better with her in it, yeah

[Chorus 2]
Maybe she’s living in a small town
And she’s taught to fear the Bible
But she’s got a couple friends that she runs around with
Dancin’ with the Devil
Maybe she’s sittin’ in a café
In a lonely crowded city
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Bridge]
Tell her I’m comin’, I’m runnin’
Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
That I want her, I love her
And I just can’t wait to meet her someday

[Chorus]
Hell, maybe she’s a hippie
Hangin’ on the west coast
With flowers in her hair, prob’ly doesn’t care
‘Bout nothin’ but a good time
Maybe she’s living up in New York
Working down on Wall Street
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Outro]
Yeah, tell her she’s mine
Tell her she’s mine
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers – Switchblade Lyrics

Went down to Mexico on the Fourth of July
I got a tattoo of a moth and a butterfly
Had a little time to burn, a little money to spend
And so I bought a switchblade for each of my friends

Pablo and Dan had a plan said
“We’re gonna get rich
Put the double cross
On a double crossin’ narco-snitch
Just a dirty little two-man job
But it’s a sure-fire win
And brother when we cut him down
We gonna cut you in.”

Yeah dumb and drunk as I was
You know I’d do it all again
Back when I bought a switchblade
For each of my friends

They were sharp enough to stab
Another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

They said, “Amigo don’tcha worry
Now we gonna disappear
Couple of months” they said
Now it’s been almost a year
I know that if you want that kind of money
Man you gotta stay brave
Federales are pullin’ bodies out of shallow graves

Yeah dumb and drunk as I was
You know I’d do it all again
Back when I bought a switchblade
For each of my friends

They were sharp enough to stab
Another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

Later in the fall, I got the call, “Boy won’tcha come down
Maybe put a name with a few unlucky faces we found.”
Now no matter what I do, can’t get my heart to mend
Somebody buried a switchblade in each of my friends

Yeah dumb and drunk as we was
You know I’d do it all again
Before I buried a switchblade
With each of my friends

They were sharp enough to stab another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

Yeah, they were sharp enough to stab another hole in the sky
Hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
Faster than the rockets on the Fourth of July
Strong and cruel enough
To make a statue of Mary cry…

Young M.A – My Hitta Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon’ ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You’re my lil’ hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like…)
You not gon’ be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon’ bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let’s go, baby, I fuckin’ love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I’ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don’t trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I’m usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don’t have a boo ’cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that’s only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we fuckin’ up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it’s my b-day
But it’s just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)
Ooh, that’s a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I’m tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I’m sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it’s in fashion
Ooh, she said I’m nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (Ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I’m the vaccine
Blowin’ bags, poppin’ tags, we a tag team
And we fuckin’ up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin’ bags tippin’ over in the back seat
Coffee on the sheets, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn’t have me, even if she didn’t have me

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like season, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that’s common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it’s an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won’t ever let her go (No)
She my little lightnin’ bug (That’s right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (Uh huh), can’t ever tell her no
She my lil’ spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don’t follow other rappers, that’s that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, “It’s a wrap”, like on some foil shit (It’s a wrap)
‘Cause this Glock will get to steamin’, on some boil shit (Grrr)
‘Cause I’m a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta

Young Thug – Mannequin Challenge Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(You good, T-Minus?)
Uh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just did a week in jail and I caught me three new bitches (No cap)
Before you knew Dapper Don, bitch, I was Grandpa Grippin’ (On God)
I had a million dollars stashed away in a spot on the westside (Woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (Yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (Yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I’m puttin’ diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin’ noodles on the stove (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Off of the Perc’ and the Xan’ again, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in the sky like I’m Anakin, yeah (Yeah)
Doube G on me like mannequin, yeah (Yeah)
Make ’em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (Yeah)
Me and slime dealin’ and dash (Yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (Yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucked her, say hola, screamin’ in Spanish (Yeah)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny (Chk-chk, grra)
You and your Jack sound like you Randy (Grra)
I told that bitch to go swallow my kids
I don’t even wanna have no family (Yeah)
It’s me and Thugger, we rulin’ the planet, yeah
We goin’ harder than granite
Money old enough to fuck up your granny, yeah
I may go fuck on your granny

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

Kevin Abstract – Mississippi Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Verse 2]
In the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left ’em, uh
My feelings go when your feelings show
That’s the stuff that always come and bless you now
Now you’re pushin’ my lovin’, now you’re pushin’ my love
Tell me what you gotta do to try to keep it (next bar)
Tell me what I gotta do to try to keep it (ne-ne-ne-next bar)
Tell me all the ones you know to have you down since ’95
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Pre-Chorus]
Big wedding, this brother basketball so late in the park with them
My feelings don’t mean nothing whenever we arguing
I’m drunk in the backseat, tryna figure out how I can get out this bitch
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Outro]
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so much, I build nigga
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so, I play it so

Future – Gettin’ It In Lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

Pitbull – Ocean To Ocean Lyrics

They tried to get rid of me
But from ocean to ocean
They are gonna have to deal with me

Ayooooo!

I been overlooked, slept on
Stepped on, left for dead
Always against all eyez like Pac said
I’m the living Great Gatsby
But these boys will watch you quick and disappear like Banksy
From ocean to ocean, sea to sea
I’m something that you gotta see

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I practice what I preach but I ain’t gon’ lie
Still got love for these streets, 305 till I die
Still got love for these beats, that’s why I spit this fire
You can catch me on a beach, specially on the islands
Took over my city, now it’s time for the world
I live it, they rap it, there’s a difference, girl
Getting paid more than athletes, man, life is sweet
GM, owner status, Papo, watch me

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I got the world on my shoulders, still quick on my feet
Now I say, sleep is the cousin of death, so I don’t sleep
These boys act like they hard, but we know that they sweet
They wouldn’t bust a grape at a food fight, Papo please
Went from rapping with them boys with a mouth full of gold
To hanging with Slim Jr. down in Mexico
Take it with a grain of salt and a pound of gold
The game is to be sold, and not told, let’s go

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Goldfinger – Tijuana Sunrise lyrics

[Verse 1]
Blacked out again down in Mexico,
Jose Cuervo got me again.
Wasted again with El Diablo,
Alcohol my only friend.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smash the bottles on the reef,
Wash the dirt off of my feet,
That was the summer of my life.

[Chorus]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

[Verse 2]
I fell in love down in Mexico,
She took me for everything I had.
Woke up in jail in Rosarito, federales took it all,
I’m out of cash about to crash.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smash the bottles on the reef,
Wash the dirt off of my feet,
That was the summer of my life.

[Chorus]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

[Outro]
I’ve been drinking to forget just how good it was,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
I’ve been drinking to forget bout the both of us,
I was drinking with you, then I’m drinking till noon,
Now I’m drinking by myself.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face,
Tijuana sunrise shine upon my face.

The Dream Box Mechanics – Tarantino lyrics

Verse 1:
I was fever held
Sick as a dog near dead
Sprawled out and only friends
With my couch

When something made me
Turn my head
And it vaguely
Reminded me of Mexico

(Of Mexico…)

Post-Verse:

Dust blown down criminal roads
Buck shot, cold killers and knives
Brought to you tonight
By
Mr. Tarantino!

Bridge:

(A round of applause!)
C’mon and give it up!
Lets give it up again!
C’mon now give it up
Let’s give it up again
For Mr. Tarantino…

Outro-Chorus-Hook:

The stoke of Midnight
Fell to my remote
As I counted all of the stars
That ain’t going to heaven

Tonight…

(Let’s give it up for Mr. Tarantino)

Chief Keef – Couldn’t Take It Lyrics

Leave the door open baby, I get cakey
Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety
Mama always told never let a nigga play me
Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it
What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby
[?]
Cooling with the paper, balling in a major
Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that
Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at?
‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it
[?]
I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s
Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty
Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty
I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty
[?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter

I heard them fuck niggas was plotting on the low
From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low
I know everything before the thot did know
Pull up on your block poppin’ shit, Crisco
I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field

I can buy anything I want
Anything I want and then more
I ain’t never been to Mexico
But I’m smoking on Texaco
Remember pulling up in Volvos
Now I get 90 for 4 shows
Doing cars for the shows
Put it in the water, let’s flow
This ice comes from the North Pole
This don’t stop for my hoe
Man I got the fucking pack
And I got the muthafucking sack
It’s a lot of snakes in the grass

BROCKHAMPTON – BUMP lyrics

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that bump, bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh, what’s up?
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
We gon’ ride, ride, ride down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
We gon’ ride white lines all the way to Mexico
Merlyn! Merlyn!

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’ve been trappin’ out my momma house, dope boy
Money keep the water and the lights on, spray it like it’s Lysol
Your bitch don’t like the dark so we fuckin’ with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on, you the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery, I guess I’m hood rich
Chillin’ at the gallo, smokin’ Blacks with my hood bitch
You ain’t what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram, now tell me who you fuck with

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me operate
I ain’t here to talk now, nigga, we ain’t gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can’t moderate
I’ve been fiendin’ time to put these demons on display
‘Cause they don’t understand, I don’t give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
BROCKHAMPTON the clan, bitch, I ain’t your man
Like they’re stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch, I ain’t your friend, I ain’t havin’ kids
‘Cause I know that if I’m gon’ bring ’em in the world
My little spawns of Satan just might take off with your fucking girl

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

Young Thug – Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

Lil Durk – Just Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
Ye ye
Pussy homosexual
Gang gang in this muffucka turning up in this one time
You know Moneybag on the beat
Muffuckin brooks you feel me

[Verse]
Pussy homosexual
Cookie ain’t original
Love my niggas x and o’s
Smokin’ gas, testin’ coke
Found the plug in Mexico
All my diamonds eskimo
Off the perk I text the most
Rob the nigga flex the most
Flex like international
Grab her ass and squeeze her thoat
Bitches like to fuck wit coke
Trenches I’m they only hope
Treat my like a fuckin goat
Shooter I cannot get poked
Pussy he don wan no smoke
Nut he a actually blow
Turn you to a casserole
Chiraq gotta ride with gats
Molly weed perks and x
Gotta keep yo niggas close
Never know who next to go
You broke what you slackin’ for?
Killas they get cracked the most
Bronem got my back the most
System hate them backs for sure
Shortys they be coo coo gang
They don ever ask to blow
Bitch watch jackin for
My lil bitch is sexual
Nope, I can’t save a hoe
Bro, whachu save her for?
Drug, I could take the whole
Traffic, I could take a pole
No, drugs take it no
They a take your soul
Bitch just play your role
Nobody know
Homie invasion
If nobody home
Gotta felony, if its body home
Got my guns wit me
Ain’t no body [?]
And I’m hard body
Even though my body hard
I don know what Nuski say to me it’s probably God
Lil bro he shootin’ lil bro he a asshole
Killin and a snitch ass him Donnie Brasco
How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle
Lost [?] to cancer many I wish she battled
Caught that nigga lackin’ man I wish we got him
Glad we didn’t get him look up sight the camera
My bitch got grill, she from Alabama
Ans that bitch a savage she ain’t got no manners
She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer
Told her he got get a [?] and get her off the cameras
Bitch love drugs, I just gave her xannies
She don’t swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty
I just need my cheese I just need my fetty
[?] I might get some becky
All black Glock, just to match the Dickies
And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki
Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin’ tricky
If it feel like I can’t trust you then its up and blickin’
And I’m vegetarian, fuck some chicken
And you ain’t your scariest, you duckin’ niggas

[Outro]
Ion fuck wit niggas
Especially them sucker niggas
You know what I’m sayin’
Speakin’ facts man man 1000
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Kent Jones – Merengue

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

Kent Jones – Merengue lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby