Galantis – Hello Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s a voice in my head telling me to stay
If I take one more step, I’ll never be the same
I keep running, running, running, running from your love
And I keep running, running from you

[Chorus]
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around

[Post-Chorus]
Hello, can you hear me now?
Hello, hello

[Verse 2]
Now the door’s wide open, but I’m still outside
All the words unspoken, written in my mind
I keep running, running, running, running from your love
And I keep running, running from you

[Chorus]
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around
Hello, can you hear me now?
This is your heart begging you, turn, turn back around

[Post-Chorus]
Hello (hello), hello (hello)
Hello (hello, hello, hello, hello)
Hello, can you hear me now?
Hello, hello?

Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel

King of the Dot – Ness Lee vs Pass Lyrics

[Round 1: Pass]
It’s Pass verse Ness Lee
This a long time in the making
Since the Grind Time days they was tryna find a stage ’cause the guy’s rhyming amazing
But not today, you get blindsided by the basics
Niggas ain’t got no love for you?
Well it’s a fine line with the hatred
Ain’t no commonplace I concentrate
In the confines of the cages
An Oakland nigga had to get more bars locked
This Guantanamo Bay shit
Face it
Ay yo Yung Ill!
It’s called Blackout, nigga, not back out
That’s a subplot
But what’s the blood clot they giving me
Fuck it, anybody can get it within a one-block vicinity
What, son forgot? How Yung not remember me?
Gun shot, one pop, unlock your memory
But Ness Lee: what you popping ’bout?
Shit this battle might be better as a boxing bout
Yeah I be saying shit that’s out of pocket, partner
Cause my partners will really turn your pockets out
Don’t get dropped in the place, that’s what this not about
But you can get clocked in your face if you don’t watch your mouth
And don’t be trying to say that you a D-boy
You got these people bugging
Only time you had dough on a brick it was a pizza oven
Cut the cheap discussion
You could be six feet deep for nothing
Death could be the repercussion
I put you to sleep you meet the Reaper cousin
Curse him while I curse him it’s the Reaper cussing
Learn this I’mma teach him something
Burn another leaf to function
Nigga I ain’t even wanna diss you for being on Interscope
I mean that shit is dope
But you supposed to be winning, folk
How you still living broke?
If you was ghost-producing, ghostwriting, giving other niggas your illest quotes
Just to get dropped and get no credit, I guess he still a ghost
But you still be like “Yeah I was on Interscope, it wasn’t no big deal”
Yo quit trying to be a humble bragger
You don’t even get enough credit for being Atlanta’s first mumble rapper
What’s up with this shit?
Quit running your lips if you gon’ stutter, stumble and mumble the shit
That’s wack, you Bernie Mac black sum’ of a bish’

[Round 1: Ness Lee]
I said P-Nut backed out in the last minute
Ay Aaron, thanks for fucking me over
But you light-skinded, you ugly, your name starts with P
And you a piece of shit
So I ain’t gotta write too much of this over
Lil’ nigga, what’s that shit you talking ’bout?
Lil’ nigga watch your mouth
You said this would be better as a boxing bout?
Nigga you see these guns, bitch I’d knock you out
You been spitting worthless verses lately
Even the way you word ’em’s lazy
If you hurt then take leave, you been looking nervous baby
We want that old Pass, that Wolverine berserker raging
I mean that shit used to look like a movie: ‘When Nerds Get Angry’
But you get more than you worth, you face me
I’m more well rounded than a flat-earther may think
If you don’t hate this herb then turn away please
When D’s search your place they’ll find you looking like you never learned to say cheese
I’ll break your sternum, leg, vertebrae, spleen
You’ll be laid stiff, with your eyes open
Shit look like you had a perverted daydream
And all that gaining your courage while you burn a grape leaf
Gon’ end up getting you high, wasted like Wird of Pley jeans
I am hurricane, swinging at a hurricane speed
I’m a deity, my claims ain’t as absurd as they seem
I could terminate your term in eight weeks
The term for how I determine what the detours meant to be determined
You heard of the verdict it’s curtains like the jury’s hating
He earned it
I line ’em up perfect
I cut his hair with Beijing
Short of breath, new colors in your flesh permeating
By the power that my arm forces you’ll be turning navy
You’ll see firsthand which way the pearly gates swing
After I lean him with a flurry Sigourney can’t weave
Then flee the scene before the police can get to the doormat
But I mentally go back: I’m thirty days clean
My mind’s cold and you don’t have a cure for brain freeze
I’m Herman Cain mean, a circuit training is my current main squeeze
If your main concern is safety make sure that your front line got perfect aim
But what’s a turret when Sherman tanks lead?
So they blowing up your head when they tell you you’re amazing
Charge into the game and you’ve incurred a late fee
Think you’re bigger than you are and you’re a Nate
Your innate ego that tells you that you’re an eight
Is where I’m urinating
I said you be going off in Oakland like a veteran do
But being good outside of Oakland is something you never could do
I said the Oakland Raiders have just been subjected to move
Outside of Oakland, let’s just hope that they can do better than you
You speak like you like to fight
Well indeed, I am intrigued
My mind is wired like a machine
Left straight real quick if my right don’t complete
LA Gears bitch, that means I’m light on my feet
And in my hood, they like to steal a nigga’s lighter then leave
But I misunderstood, I steal on niggas lighter than me
Rock ’em to sleep and peel off
If I say I leave this mark in the streets
Don’t be waiting for no tires to screech

[Round 2: Pass]
Man, you landed in Canada
Got excited just to be hanging out with a lot of rappers
I know I’m good if I hit the plug right before I hit the plane, I know a lot of factors
Niggas balling in the Six, but they not the rappers
Miss me with that bullshit, I’m Serge Ibaka but I dodge it faster
Ness pop back up, get your back popped
Now your posture back up
Can’t breathe, you need a oxygen mask
If we boxing back up
Man you look and sound dumb as fuck
I’ll fuck this whole function up
I’ll puncture your lung
I’mma jump for what
When I could split your middle like a blunt getting cut
And dump your guts
You supposed to be a legend
But why don’t you get paid more?
We can’t even evenly wage war
You sick, Ness but I’m cancer at stage four
What they bring you to the stage for?
You don’t gotta ask if this the best
This classic shit class dismissed to rest
Your shit’s a mess
Niggas wanna pass the litmus test
But Pass the litmus test
This some brand new shit that I had to dig for Ness
Switch the opponent on you, damn how much you get for Ness?
But these weak-ass rappers not showing up, that’s how you get finessed
Man I’m bringing that capital back to California
Shout out to Sacramento, but I’m from Oakland
Home of hieroglyphics, niggas tag your temple
Yeah, we don’t do the trust game
It’s like you gotta keep one in the car, that’s clutch man
When you ride with the shit, you drive with the stick
But it’s not just a Mustang, it’s a must thang
Niggas don’t bang colors so they just bang
But fuck that, yeah I like to scrap
I ain’t scared ’cause dog large, he goofy
I’m Gucci, we do it all hard
We squabble I leave him red black and blue like a squad car
Next to him I’m like a stick figure?
That stick figures, he off guard
My shit split ya’, I hit quicker
Big nigga we go hard
In this battle rap shit nigga I’m y’all god
I’m ominous, omniscient with it
I got a different vision
Trying to move these numbers
I’m an arithmetician
Like your crew get ate by the 4-2 but that’s quick division
Your bitch is tripping, pistol whipping
Crack your head can’t make up your mind
I make the split decision
I got it mapped out: fuck a resume, put the stats out
Every rapper got smacked out
So I had to come back out to Blackout and black out

[Round 2: Ness Lee]
I said you can aim it and cock it
Bang it and pop it
But I need you to come to this battle the same way you came to this battle:
Keep all that shade in your pocket
I remember when you had that classic matchup with Hollow, son
Niggas was debating, they ain’t know if you or Hollow won
They said that nigga Pass got the second, they gave Hollow one
Then Hollow battled Budden and Lux
And you battled…..nigga Hollow won
I said we been cool, I produced a couple songs for you
So as a friend I’m concerned your run was too long for you
‘Cause you been out here losing, nigga, this the zombie you
Nigga you lost to Bishop, what the hell is wrong with you?
I said you used to airing out and tearing down crowds and cheering out loud
But now all we hear around town is ’bout you wearing down, how?
‘Cause you been out here losing to your self
When you want me to take this mirror down, now?
They tell me Ness, bring the lyricism back bro
So I’m Christopher Rivers when he’s listening to Fat Joe
And I’m sitting in the château
I tell him how we similar then I sit him in my shadow
Woah, how this nigga think he winning when he that slow?
See how a pro laps him if I hit this little asshole?
Pause
He think it’s all cinnamon and apples till he get a Bender versus P Nut
Heavy coughing in the middle of his battle
I’m sending him and it’s intense
He’ll spend his life behind these bars, I’m ending him in a sentence
Points inside of points like independent in a pendant
And no matter wrestling match or crafting an effortless rap
I’m pinning him in an instant
Jeez, he’s ruthless
But you Stacy Dash when she play the preteen Clueless
At a hundred percent, you never seen me losing
Just be ready to go out like a PE student
Truly if you knew me then you’d know that this a new me
Like ring, ring ‘Who dis?’
I eat, drink, sleep, breathe clean sweep music
You see that he’s a beast, when you swing he do this
Weave, weave, weave, weave, weave, stupid!
Let’s get it clear, boy
We are not peers, boys
I see the future, you getting this joy here boy
I’m clairvoyant, there’s no avoiding, you hear boy?
And I feel like roasting, bring that ass here boy!
I said you old, we-don’t-know-what-you-are-in-the-race-ass nigga
You old, internally-conflicted-in-the-face-ass nigga
You old, whenever-you-hear-a-cop-say-‘Chase that nigga’
Your black side run
Your white side chase that nigga
And-that-backpack-you-be-wearing-is-stupid-face-ass nigga
You old, ‘I like to move it, move it’-face-ass nigga
Soon as you start to think you’ll see this geek son mean
Never forget, Warriors blew a 3-1 lead

[Round 3: Pass]
You ain’t just dark, Ness
Rest in peace to King Charlie Murphy, but you Darkness
My bad, you ain’t like that?
Well if you don’t you can get the world’s blackest violin
‘Cause every time I see you, I want to be like ‘Hello, dark Ness my old friend’
What you came out here to Blackout just to out-black me?
How special
I’ll bet you this crowd gets you
Well let me tell you, the only reason I even came out here was to out-Ness you
I’m a young black militant nigga with melanin
Done yapping, willing to settle it
Untapped skill set
Gun clap grill spill in your lap
You smell the evidence
Don’t get it then you forever dense
My name rose to prominence
Leave him defeated, he leaking, his confidence
Can see your stream of consciousness
But, can’t tell if you conscious, Ness
So, put the nickel to your noggin since
He need some common sense
Now I know why you not moving shit, with the music shit
It’s a lot of technical
Yeah you a rapper’s rapper, but it’s got the best of you
It’s like trying to push a wheelchair up stairs
It’s not accessible
But you just keep saying that you don’t want to dumb it down
And that’s how niggas with the most talent get stuck in the fucking underground
But I’ll never fall off, I just bounce back
And call y’all dumb
But you never even been on a platform that you could fall off from
Even though them white boys on King of the Dot don’t always say Ness Lee’s awesome
But, you just know how it to play it well
You gotta be like the least cool rapping nigga from the ATL
Like yeah, that way
You look like you work at a Subway
Yeah, that way
Your lips the same color as a ashtray
Hold up, wait a minute
You see how I did it?
When I come back out and black out my shit sound different
If you come to from a blackout you really sound different
I’ll be the last man standing when this round finish
I give, work to your block
I give your town bidness, nigga

[Round 3: Ness Lee]
Fucking wild, he said I don’t want to dumb it down, like that was true
Fuck is you talking ’bout
Nigga I had to dumb it down to battle you
I said Bender you used to be the main attraction
But he’s faded to black since
And fans still faithfully asking when we’re making it happen
Every time I’m not announced versus you, they get to spazzing
Like, ‘Where’s Bender?,’ I’m like, I don’t know
Somewhere painting some wack shit
Or music over battling
Considering how mild his morale is
I figured he’d be more radio active
Wanna see me and that little nigga spar
You gotta make that nancy care again
So I reach and hit him with a bar
But he might keep running
I mean, he did get washed by P Nut
And he ain’t nothing but like the light me or something
And if you keep writing you might delight me with something
Tell your chick I’m the shit, bitch, I might need a blumpkin
She slick like my dick print, invite me to luncheon
Some insight to live with you might be a luncheon
You get hype I Trick-Trick your life, repercussions
Your windpipe get slit with a knife, reconstruction
If you have any questions the class is in session
A couple more battles for measure
Then I’m snatching that necklace
A mean ‘bow will leave Rone with a lasting impression
Hello I am Ness
I can break ice in a matter of seconds
You haven’t noticed, P Nut got Pass in his presence
Man that nigga be rapping like Pass, like Pass isn’t present
Like you the old Pass
And he the Pass of the present
Passing with an impression of Pass
Like Pass’s past is impressive
That man done passed Pass in progression
Managed to catch Pass, and ran with it
Damn, pass interception
And y’all used to gas Pass
Now Pass ass and when you gas Pass you really pass gas by retention
And all that passive aggression in Pass’s aggression
Gon’ land Pass in a dream inside a dream
Y’all gon’ see Pass in inception
He get mad and try to take it past words
You gon’ need some caps, Wurdz
That’s password protection
This whole Pass section was for P Nut
As he’s made Pass an obsession
But I’m past that, now it’s a Pass intervention
I’ve already had a chat with Pass as a rapper and checked him
Now I have to rap with Alex Jenney, the man and the legend
You been lacking in your standards
And as a fan it’s depressing
Now your work is in jeopardy, Alex is Alex Trebek-ing
You gon’ be stuck here your whole life
You should use that as a weapon to lend your career its own ice
And you ain’t Alex Ovechkin

Lil Uzi Vert – Mr. Do Not Answer Lyrics

No I will not answer
Please do not call my phone
Mr. Do Not Answer phone
[girl leave me ‘lone
Double cup the styrofoam
Pull up my car it go vroom
It’s a coupe no, no leg room
Pulled up on your bitch like zoom
What, you thought that I wasn’t gon’ come through
What, you thought I wasn’t gon’ get comfortable
You know I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t you

Yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea
Yea yea

I know what I can and what I can’t do
I know every time that ima come through
Yea, I just turned into the big man
Big shoes
Big hands
Counting big bands
Big v on my back call my [?]
She saw the zippers as I [?] some sick pants

G Herbo – Head Right Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I grew up smart as fuck, bad as shit
But really like the least baddest kid that I was with
Cause foenem been wild and shit
Been violent and shit
Been came home from them interrogations, silent shit
Now we fly with felonies and no ID’s, private shit
I make money just appear and disappear, magic tricks
I was on some savage shit when I wasn’t really havin’ shit
I was callin’ home from police stations, no one answerin’
I wanted shoes and mom was broke so I ain’t even ask her then
I was way too young to hustle, told cuz’ let me bag it then

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryn’ clear my head
Takin’ meds, chasin’ bread
Got so many niggas dead
And then the feds, you know I got to send them bread
Everything on the outside, all in they head
Other niggas with they bitches, all in they bed
I just tell them think ’bout this, we still on this mission
Tell them rock if you gon’ rock but jus’ don’t block the vision
Just don’t plot against me, just don’t turn against me
I grew up learnin’, listenin’, had no problem playing my position
Even if that came with ridin’ bitches
Just so we make history on our adventures
Just so we have victories and not endeavors
Put my life on line before when I would never
Told myself if you gon’ live life, it’s now or never

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

The purge – Scarlxrd lyrics

Lyrics Scarlxrd – The purge

Lost my mind again
ticking time bombs never wait
free and yet explosive,
i might f*cking blow up in your face
i like watching my walls cave
claustrophobic and insane
most you niggas talk that s**t at least I’m honest with my ways.
i dont need no medicine
keep that s**t for the trembling
never do the welcoming
you can hang onto the questioning
who you think you are b***h, go on then,
find me something better then
i bet you wont ‘cus im the only one out here developing.
I aint even mad no more
s**t i dont give a f*ck i don’t brag no more
f*ck clout
f*ck numbers
f*ck plans
f*ck whores
I’ve been going in until my right hands sore
i feel like the jedi with the gold on my belt
you’re too worried bout the bitches that be worried bout the wealth
having big dreams is really bad for your health
i deserve this s**t more than anybody else
who are you b***h?(the purge)

No one knows your name
but your so hell bent on the drugs and the fame
bite your tongue until it f*cking bleeds and never speak again.
Never told a soul all the pain I’ve been coping with.
I’ve been on my own, get the f*ck up out my face b***h.
better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.
you don’t know my mother f*cking story b***h you don’t know s**t.
Open the door never look back, leave me here in hell.
Even the score spit on the track, maybe i’m tipping the scale.
So you want more, they never ask.
This is my cry for help.
I told them before don’t bring up my past, i might kill myself.
Never told a soul all the pain I’ve been coping with.
I’ve been on my own, get the f*ck up out my face b***h.
better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.
you don’t know my mother f*cking story and you don’t know s**t.
so stuck that you cant move versuri-lyrics.info
really thinking that you’re hurt ‘cus you want to
I’ve been putting in the work like i got to
big dreams in your head are they not true
dont you let these mother f*ckers try stop you.
Don’t be a b***h get it like its not hard to.
Get up and get it then
harm your affiliates
show me your hell in your present tense
i put the terror in resonance.
Never told a soul all the pain I’ve been coping with.
I’ve been on my own, get the f*ck up out my face b***h.
better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs.
you don’t know my mother f*cking story and you don’t know shittt.(the purge)
Scarlxrd lyrics
Video purge

Monday – Vintage Culture feat. Felguk lyrics

Lyrics Vintage Culture – Monday

You don’t know me
That’s ok
You will trust me.(monday)

Along the way
You won’t see me
Disappear
I don’t know if i made myself clear but.

I will be you’re fire
I will be you’re courage
I will be the sun in the dark rainy days
I will be you’re highway
I will be you’re smile
Versuri-lyrics.info
I will be a weekend on every mondaaay
Mondaay, mondaaay mondaaay.

I will be you’re weekend on every mondaaay.

You should try me
So you know
If you don’t like me
I let you go
You may think that
Im insane
Give me a reason and I’ll take out the play but.

I will be you’re fire
I will be you’re courage
I will be the sun in the dark rainy days
I will be you’re highway
I will be you’re smile
I will be a weekend on every mondaaay
Monday, mondaay mondayyy.
Vintage Culture lyrics
Video Vintage Culture

Text ur number – Dj Envy feat. Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Dj Envy – Text ur number

Wouldn’t ever think that I would feel this rich, ayy
In the trap, I keep on buildin’ with them bricks, ayy
Zoo Gang supply my shooters with extra clips, ayy
And if them niggas acting out, everybody get hit, ayy
She ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic
R-ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic, baby
W-w-why don’t you come my way, baby?
I smell like I’m smokin’ from Friday, ayyy.(text ur number)

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text ur number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.

Said she on me, man, she on me too, baby
I pull up in a Bentley coupe, baby
I swear the s**t, she hit my phone at two, baby
I might just turn up, just the s**t we do, baby
She run around with the f*ckin’ zoo (cartel music), baby
Then you see Monty, then I alley oop, baby
I show off baby, ayy versuri-lyrics.info
I swear, I love to show off, baby, ayy, squad!

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy.

Christian Louboutin, go walk off, baby
The bitches hatin’, let the bitches talk on, baby
We gettin’ money, type of s**t that we on, baby
Late night sexting, baby, we grown, baby
Know that we on, baby.

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.
Dj Envy lyrics
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Khalid – Homemade Dynamite lyrics

The complete Homemade Dynamite lyrics by Khalid.

Homemade Dynamite lyrics

[Verse 1: Lorde]
A couple rebel top gun pilots
Flyin’ with nowhere to be, oh
Don’t know you super well
But I think that you might be the same as me
Behave abnormally

[Pre-Chorus: Lorde]
Let’s let things come out of the woodwork
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Yeah, awesome right?
So let’s let things come out of the woodwork
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lines
Seeing me rollin’, showin’ someone else love
Dancin’ with our shoes off
Know I think you’re awesome, right?

[Chorus: Lorde]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

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[Verse 2: Khalid]
I wanna feel the light, pushin’ our limits
Unbuckled for the ride, mhmm
We’re way too far from home
Let’s be honest with ourselves
We’re way too high to drive
So let’s take on the night
If the light is in, yeah
Open, finally, we’re goin’ and we’re free

[Chorus: Khalid & Lorde]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

[Verse 3: SZA]
I checked your girl at the door
I sent your friend to the store
It’s only me and you, finally us two
And I don’t regret drinkin’ this liquor, makin’ you listen
Yeah, I know you don’t know me well
My girl’s at the door
And I left my pretense at home
And it ain’t no goin’ back (goin’ back)

[Chorus: SZA & Lorde]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

[Verse 4: Post Malone]
Walk, never fall, but we still run
So pour up, pour up another one
I know, I know we on to somethin’
We got, we got a loaded gun, yeah
Go and shoot me the look in your eyes
And you’re here, I’m yours, you’re mine
Find each other when we’re losin’ our minds
Then we take it all off
You’re a runaway train, yeah
And you got me so faded
And I don’t wanna chase it, no
You know I think you’re awesome, right?

[Chorus: All]
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite, yeah, yeah
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowin’ shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowin’ shit up

[Outro: Lorde]
Now you know it’s really gonna blow

Watch Kyla & Popcaan New Video “You Ain’t Mine”

R&B singer Kyla travels to Jamaica to link up with her collaborator Popcaan for the “You Ain’t Mine” video.

The track has been doing well among dancehall fans overseas since it’s release earlier this month. The Philippines singer travels to Jamaica recently to shoot the video with director Lil Internet. The cut shows some breathtaking video of the island mountain side and the ocean. The clip starts out with Kyla showing off her banging body before linking up with Popcaan later in the night. Some local dancers also show off their dance moves.

Kyla career has been blowing up since last year when Drake sampled her 2008 funky single “Do You Mind?” for his dancehall banger “One Dance.” That track was one of the biggest song on the planet last year and could go down as one of the biggest hits of both their careers. Her newest hit “You Ain’t Mine” is with dancehall great Popcaan and we will be watching this track closely to see how well is does. This marks the second time that the R&B singer is working with the Unruly Boss.

Vybz Kartel Dropping Two New Songs This Week One Is A Alkaline Diss

Vybz Kartel already released five new singles since the start of September and this week we will be getting two additional new tracks including a potential Alkaline diss.

The incarcerated deejay has been quiet throughout the summer while his mega-hit “Fever” continues to make waves in the mainstream market. Clearly, he has been recording new material and was perhaps waiting for all the noise during the summer to die down before dropping some new music. Kartel is known for releasing a flood of music on the airwaves so while his new releases have slowed down, it doesn’t mean that he isn’t still recording, sources inside the Gaza told us.

“We dropping two new songs this week just and we just getting started,” sources told DHH. “One of the songs will for sure stir up some controversy but the fans always look deep into what Worl’Boss is saying in his songs that just how it always is from day one.” During the summer, some Gazanation fans started begging Vybz Kartel to release new music following a brief period of dormancy. Clearly, the Gaza boss has been listening to his fans.

Kartel, born Adidja Palmer, and his three co-convicts, Shawn “Storm” Campbell, Andre St John, and Kahira Jones, are currently awaiting their appeal trial set for February 18, 2018. His attorney, Tom Tavares-Finason has already submitted his skeletal argument to the Appeal Court judges.

Kevin Hart Says Sorry To Pregnant Wife After Getting Caught Cheating

Kevin Hart told his pregnant wife and kids sorry for getting caught cheating with a woman name Monique Gonzalez.

The comedian is currently dealing with a mountain of bad press but he is tackling it head-on. It’s highly unlikely that Kevin Hart is getting any sleep tonight after a video he posted on Instagram of himself apologizing to his pregnant wife Eniko Hard and his kids for the scandal. “Sending so many apologies to my wife & kids,” he wrote in the caption of the video. “I gotta do better and I will. I’m not perfect and have never claimed to be …I love you all.”

In the clip, he said that he has a target on his back meaning someone (Monique Gonzalez) is trying to set him up. “Am at a place in my life where I feel like I have a target on my back and because of that I should be making smart decisions,” Kevin Hart said. “Recently I didn’t and I am not perfect and I am not going to sit up here and claim to be in any way shape or form. I made a bad error in judgement and I put myself in a bad environment where only bad things can happen and they did. And in doing that I know that I’m going to hurt the people closest to me, who’ve I talked to and apologized to, that would be my wife and my kids.”

The 38-year-old actor admitted that he knows that he is wrong for getting in the mess that he is in without really divulging any details. What’s even worse is that the female was trying to extort money from him but seems like he rather takes the heat than pay up. “It’s a sh*ty moment when you know you’re wrong and there’s no excuses for your wrong behavior,” Hart added. “At the end of the day man, I just simply have got to do better. But I’m also not going to allow a person to have financial gain off of my mistakes and in this particular situation that was what was attempted.”

Kevin Hart people have contacted authorities and reported the extortion and his lawyers are also on the case. As to how things will go with his pregnant, that’s a whole different story. TMZ reported that there are several videos that Gonzalez has in her possession of the comedian and herself engaging in a “sexually suggestive” position. Perhaps this scandal will give him some material for his next Chocolate Droppa R&B mixtape.

Sending so many apologies to my wife & kids. I gotta do better and I will. I'm not perfect and have never claimed to be …I love you all.

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Sweet scar – Weird Genius lyrics

Lyrics Weird Genius – Sweet scar

I can’t throw away the pieces that you gave
Betrayed in a way
Of a knife stuck on my back.(sweet scar)

How could you do this, we’ve been through this for a while
Once a cure
Now’s a scar.

Hold me not
Give me back my mind
My thoughts that you’ve taken
Starve me to care

Could the night help me shut you out?
You gave me a lesson
Not to go and dive
But i already dive.

I will try to latch myself out of your space
Far away
Untill the distance passed its line..

Its a new journey, my heart has had enough of pain
Once a fool
Now iam awake.

Hold me not
Give me back my mind
My thoughts that you’ve taken
starve me to care.

Could the night help me shut you out?
You gave me a lesson
Not to go and dive.

Not to go and dive
Not to go and dive
Not to go and dive
Not to go and dive
But i already dive
But i already dive.

You between the dawn and blackest sky.

Could the night help me shut you out?
A lesson
Not to go and dive
But i already dive
But i already diveee.
Weird Genius lyrics
Video scar

Yakuza – Veysel feat. Luciano songtexte

Songtexte Veysel – Yakuza

Schreibe Album im Jacuzzi
Meine Gang komm’n wie Yakuza
Mach mir bitte nicht auf Brudi
Mein Kumpel ist die Bazooka
Baba Steine, nur für Fuffi
Immer zufriedene Kundschaft
Deutsche Rapper sind nur Muschis
Ich komm’ und hol mir die Klunker.

Wer Eier hat, kommt, wer Eier hat, kommt. (x2)

Altendorfer Straße, New Jack City
Wallah, machen Hase, drück’ Packs, gib ihm
Rapper wollen alle wie Kanaken kling’n
Drücken Kohle ab und halten ihren Nacken hin
Bin ich auf Modus mach’ ich dich minus
Rund um den Globus, hunderte Kilos
Ganz kleine Picos machen auf Migos
Piss’ auf dein Logo, verbrenn’ deine Siedlung
Veysis Weg ist Carlito’s Way
Echte Schnee beim Videodreh
Die Waffe ist chrom, schallgedämpft
Lass’ Rapper oben am Galgen häng’n
High Noon, Blei, Barbecue
Und die Zeitung’n schreiben gar nicht gut
Die Szene am haten, d*ck mitgenomm’n
Komm in meine Gegend und du frisst Beton.

Schreibe Album im Jacuzzi
Meine Gang komm’n wie Yakuza
Mach mir bitte nicht auf Brudi
Mein Kumpel ist die Bazooka
Baba Steine, nur für Fuffi
Immer zufriedene Kundschaft
Deutsche Rapper sind nur Muschis
Ich komm’ und hol mir die Klunker.

Wer Eier hat, kommt, wer Eier hat, kommt. (x4)

Lucio, loco, woll’n die Kachis
Fühl’ mich wie Prinz von Zamunda
Stürm’ mit Chabbas jetzt dein’n Bunker
Will noch mehr lila, fünfhundert
Lucio, Zaza, komm, Negro
Versuri-lyrics.info
Berlin, mein Standort, Negro
Meine Gang: Yakuza, Bretter komm’n, Bazooka
Guck nicht so, Sharmuta, Zanotti Camouflage
Lieber langsam, Lucio kommt psycho
Locos und Zazas, anderes Niveau
Veysel, Lucio, gib ihn’n
Von Essen City bis hoch nach Berlin
Jack Daniel’s Cola, Modus bleibt Modus
Flieg’ weiter hoch, los, und hol’ jetzt mein Bonus
Spiel nicht mit Locos, ständig auf Fullsuff
Jagen nach Patte für Pradas und Krokos.

Flex, noch mehr Money, Gang wie Yakuza
Yakuza, fühl’ mich wie Prinz von Zamunda
Zamunda, fühl’ mich wie Prinz von Zamunda
Wie Yakuza, guck, meine Gang wie Yakuza.

Schreibe Album im Jacuzzi
Meine Gang komm’n wie Yakuza
Mach mir bitte nicht auf Brudi
Mein Kumpel ist die Bazooka
Baba Steine, nur für Fuffi
Immer zufriedene Kundschaft
Deutsche Rapper sind nur Muschis
Ich komm’ und hol mir die Klunkerrr.
Veysel songtexte
Video Veysel

New level – Soufian feat. Crack Ignaz songtexte

Songtexte Soufian – New level

Ja, zum hunderten Mal stell’ ich mir jetzt die Frage
Sag, soll ich es tun oder soll ich es lassen?
Am Ende des Abends gibt’s nichts außer Patte
Weil Patte regiert unsre Straßen seit Jahren
Auf Cash Money Brother, wie Brate sein Brate
Aus Scheiße mach Gold, aus dem Kilo ‘ne Tonne
Um Straße zu sein, musst du ‘n Mann sein, du Schwuchtel
Bring Mama die Tüten nach Haus und bleib hungrig
Trag’ tief in mei’m Herzen ‘ne Narbe von Kummer
Weil Brüder zu Fotzen geworden sind, choya
Ich schwöre bei Gott, ich wollt nix
Doch gab Gutes mit Liebe und Herz, sagt man bei uns L’Houma
Akhi, meine Gosse ist nicht so wie deine
Ich schieße mit Blei von ‘nem Fahrrad, wenn’s sein muss
Bruder für Bruder, bei uns ist das Standard
Doch Fotzen hab’n Patte gesehen, wurden anders.(new level)

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new level
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new level
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new level
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new level
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new level
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeel, new leveeel
Neue Chain, new Metal
Meine Shows – Heavy Metal
Meine Moves – zu special
Gehe direkt durch die Decke
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf die Presse
Gebe ‘nen F**k auf ein Label, ja
Sitze im Rarri und gebe Gas
Ich komme nicht aus der Gegenwart
Schieße auf dich mit der Lasergun
Meine Feinde weinen bei jedem Move
Denn ich mache als wäre ich aus Tränengas
Woah woah, yeah yeah
Versuri-lyrics.info
Nie genug, ich will mehr
Sie komm’n niemals hinterher
Neues leveeel, Alter, yeahhh.

Azzlack Motherfuck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

Yeah, bei uns herrschen andere Regeln
Das heißt: Lobe machen, ned reden
Der S**t ist wie Telekinese
Ist so, wie wir Sachen bewegen
Ja, Brudi, ich weiß, du kannst sehen
Ja, der ganze Block ist am beben
Und des ist ned leicht zu versteh’n
Aber das bleibt wie wir leben
Mach’ dieses Gwap, oida, mach’ dieses Gwap
Greif’ in die Kasse und moch’ mi davon
Oida, moch mi nit haß, oida, moch mit nit haß
Weil ich komm’ mit dem Squad und mit sehr viel davon
Und i leb’ so wie NASA, i leb’ so wie NASA
Du weißt, ich geb’ Gas und heb’ ab bis zum Mond
Oida, weiß, was ich man’, oida, weiß, was ich man’
B***h, ich weiß, dass du weißt, Ignaz K ist der Don, ja
Ja, dein Brei ist nur Einheit, für den Sche*ss hab’ i kein’ Zeit
Doch ich kill diese Keks, schick’ sie mit ihre Backpackrap direkt zurück in die Steinzeit
Und ich f*ck’ sie mit Feinheit
Und zerstückel’ sie zeitgleich
Dabei sieht man das nicht, viel zu quick in den G’nick mit ‘nem Stich und danach heißt es Bye Bye.

Azzlack Motherf*ck, das ist new leveeel
Gödlife Gödlife, das ist new leveeel
Lichtgang, meine Squad, das ist new leveeel
Bald bin ich reich, Diggi, new leveeel
Swah swah, mach’ Gwap, das ist new leveeel
Flieg’ hoch zum Mond, Diggi, new leveeel
Lichtgeschwindigkeit, new leveeel
Es ist Gang Gang, es ist new leveeel.

New leveeelll. (x15)
Soufian songtexte
Video level