Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek I got a brand new coupe, uh I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah I got a brand new boo, uh I put my b*tch in park I got a brand new coupe, I got a brand new ‘Rari I got a brand new boo, yeah Put my ex-b*tch in park I put that b*tch in park, yeah I put that b*tch in park, uh I put that b*tch in park, yeah I put that b*tch in park, uh My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh Your b*tch lookin’ like nah I put that b*tch in park, I putRead More →

[Intro: Young Thug] Aye, ah, yeah She like to fuck, we [?] Diamonds on me bling Yeah, yeah, you know they [Verse 1: Young Thug] Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll Parked the [?] right into the Rolls All these diamonds wet like Cancún ‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon 100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon Ain’t no need for you Never gon one night you I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs Stacking tall like [?] Everyday young nigga dreaming Real boss without the [?] RedRead More →

She grew up around here on that southwest side Where the corn grows up to the road side Went to high school here, got that Panther pride She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that New York called when she turned 21 But she never forgot where she came from I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls I’ve been looking all over, all over the world For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl googletag.cmd.push(function() { var map =Read More →

[Verse 1] Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, so tell me something new Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote For this curse or what’s it waiting for Must desert you just before you go [Chorus] Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know [Verse 2] Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues There’s no water inside this swimming pool Almost over, that’s enough from you I’ve been praying, I never did before Understand I’m talking to the walls And I’ve been praying ever since New York [Chorus]Read More →

Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why Friday night and everyone’s moving I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown) The young ones are going (Downtown) the young ones are growing We’re the kids in America (whoa) We’re the kids in America (whoa) Everybody live for the music-go-round Bright lights, the music gets faster Look, boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance Hot-shot, give me noRead More →

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, so tell me something new Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote For this curse or what’s in waiting for Must desert you just before you go Oh, tell me something I don’t already know… Oh, tell me something I don’t already know… Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues There’s no water inside this swimming pool Almost over, that’s enough from you I’ve been praying, I never did before Understand I’m talking to the walls And I’ve been praying ever since New York Oh, tell me something I don’tRead More →

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight? Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo Yo, I’m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don’t speak english y’know what I’m saying? And gotta catch a train that shuts down in ten minutes, y’know what I’m saying? We gonna get it right though [Verse 1] Sand is making art again, pardon him He’ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering That’s how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum Cause it that gardening He’ll get it popping in the UK Parliament He’ll get it popping like the kumiteRead More →

Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe I just pulled up in my coupe I might just f*ck on your boo Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh I f*cked your b*tch after school Dive in the b*tch like a pool Look at my chains not too cool Now she say she fallin’ in love She fell in love with the drugs I just might make her my boo She fell in love with the jewels You had the juice but you lost it My diamonds wet like a faucet Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones They doing sh*tRead More →

[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, just ride with a nigga America’s number one, you can bet on ya life! Statik Selektah Ride with a nigga like America’s number one, you can bet on ya life! [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin’ is minimal She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain’t no miracle Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical ‘Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh Flowin’ religiously, my delivery spiritual,Read More →

[Verse 1: AK The Savior] Vision like Tarantino, Tarot card said I’m a leader On terrace blowing reefer, this shit might just blow your speaker Sit back recline my feet up, bitch so bad she get a D+ Don’t let them lies deceive ya, ain’t no preacher go’n free ya No limit young miller walked the Earth like Godzilla Frequent deposit gain and profit like some God niggas We be the topic open eyes and see the lord’s picture Don’t need facade we going hard don’t let the law with us Go go till I’m finished yeah my eyes like Forrest Whitaker Except you lookin’Read More →

Lyrics Kodak Black – Too many years I done gave the jails too many years Years that I won’t get back And I swear I done shed too many tears For niggas that I won’t get back Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard Niggas in the state yards I swear not a day goes by That I don’t think about the times I wish that I could rewind. ‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years Years that I won’t get back And I swear I done shed too many tears For niggas that I won’t get back Yeah I got niggas inRead More →

I done gave the jails too many years Years that I won’t get back And I swear I done shed too many tears For niggas that I won’t get back Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard Niggas in the state yards I swear not a day goes by That I don’t think about the times I wish that I could rewind ‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years Years that I won’t get back And I swear I done shed too many tears For niggas that I won’t get back Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard Niggas in the state yardsRead More →

Lyrics Matthew Koma – Hard to love I rule the world from my sweat pants I got a bitchin’ collection of headbands I don’t wanna go out and see your friend’s band Tell me when you had enough, enough, enough’s enough I’m OCD with panic attacks I got a thing for Japanese dry snacks My voice was on like every fuckin’ house track Tell me when you heard enough, enough, enough’s enough.(hard to love) But hear me out this time my love I’m tryna be someone you want Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs? You see something no one else does”.Read More →

[Verse 1] Aye Bad lil shawty she from New York city, aye Met at my show she was supper pretty, aye Got her number text her like you should get with me, aye She said send a uber and she gon get wit me She came with some of her friends They linked with some of my friends We smoked we got high Caught each others vibe We chilled and we rolled up again Said she wanna be a dancer and she wanna be a actress I said she can have it all, just as long as I can have her, yea [Pre-Hook] Girl youRead More →

[Intro: Offset] You know what I’m saying Rich nigga shit It’s the only way to go Woo! Hey! [Verse 1: Offset] Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea) Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt) Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?) She a whole ‘nother bitch on the molly (woo) Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks) Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly) The devil keep tryna jump all on my back But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah) Fuckin’ that bitch, she got too attached She won’t get a call or text from me (brr) These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe) MoneyRead More →

[Intro: Solo] This is my time This is my, this is my, this is my time Spitting my rhyme Spitting my, spitting my, spitting my rhyme Yeah I’m hitting my stride Hitting my, hitting my, hitting my stride Yeah, this is my time This is my, this is my, this is my (Yeah) [Verse 1: Solo] Ain’t a damn thing funny Some of these dudes seem to print money but they’re counterfeit But I don’t really blame ‘em It’s all in the game man, shit, that’s just how it is But it do piss me off When they run around town and they flaunt likeRead More →

Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up You know what I’m saying Rich nigga shit It’s the only way to go Woo! Hey!(d up) Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea) Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt) Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?) She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo) Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks) Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly) The devil keep tryna jump all on my back But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah) f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached She won’t get a call or text from me (brr) These niggas takin’ my recipeRead More →

Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty It’s your birthday We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday And you know we don’t give a fuck It’s not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I’m intoRead More →

Letra J. Balvin – Si tu novio te deja Yo vivo dia y noche pensando en ti y tu perdiendo el tiempo con el dime donde estas que yo te quiero ver.(si tu novio te deja) si tu novio te deja sola dime y yo paso a buscarte solo me bastaran un par de horas ese cabron no va a recuperarte. si tu novio te deja sola dime y yo paso a buscarte solo me bastaran un par de horas ese cabron no va a recuperarte. un culito asi no se encuentra en ebay este bicho tuyo te lo tengo en la allawey mas ningunaRead More →

She grew up around here on that southwest side Where the corn grows up to the road side Went to high school here, got that Panther pride She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that New York called when she turned 21 But she never forgot where she came from I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls I’ve been looking all over, all over the world For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl Her mamma’s mamma was bornRead More →

[Refrain : Aladin 135] Baby, j’fais le tour du monde Cette nuit ensemble on va s’éclipser Aux problèmes j’suis ta solution J’m’endors dans l’avion, j’suis épuisé [Couplet 1 : Aladin 135] On veut se remplir de midi à midi Pour te voir j’ai l’passeport, babe Si je la trompe je peux lui dire, peux lui dire J’suis aux quatre coins du globe, hey Dis pas qu’ton gars manque d’oseille On a d’jà assez d’problèmes C’est vrai j’ai pas l’temps d’ler-par, ni l’temps d’traîner dans des bars, hey On veut se vêtir de Louis Vui, de Louis Vui Non romantique t’sais qu’tu peux ranger les bougiesRead More →

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Lord Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I got fired from Old Navy Landlord keeps on knocking Swear that nigga hates me Sleeping on this old couch But shit, I’m not complaining ‘Cause I’m still a pimp though Like there’s moulah raining [Pre-Chorus] And I ain’t never ever been this rich ever I don’t even make all that much dough Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure Now she got me working at the corner store [Chorus] But I’m ballin’, ballin’ I’m so fucking awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That’s my Camry roaring Shit,Read More →

Show the messege Show the prays Trying the best How one day in New York Pay the round, or Wait from the heel Fuck the others Hope I me salvs We are all monsters Monsters, we are all monsters We are all monsters, we are all monsters Mo-mo-monsters, monsters, we are all monsters We are all monsters, we are all monsters One the choice Please don’t feel We’re are cracking Till are please and realesed All the payments, broken, richs Till are welcome, back and see We are all monsters Monsters, we are all monsters We are all monsters, we are all monsters Mo-mo-monsters, monsters,Read More →

[Intro: Cardi B & Offset] Ya dig? Yeah Lookin’ like I caught a (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Woah [Hook: Cardi B & Offset] Lookin’ like I caught a lick (lick, hey!) Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!) Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo) Lookin’ like I caught a lick (yeah) Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch (hey) Got some hittas in my clique Lookin’ like I caught a lick (woo, woo, Offset!) Lookin’ like I caught a lick [Verse 1: Offset] They know they can’t stop aRead More →

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Yeah Imma [?] Imma [?] Imma [?], thirty a key Your bitch keep on flirting with me [Hook] Drop out, yeah Drop top, yeah Hop out, yeah Pop out, yeah Rolling dice, yeah, yeah Foreign whip, yeah Take your bitch, yeah, yeah Taking trips, yeah, yeah Drop out, yeah Drop top, yeah Hop out, yeah Pop out, yeah Rolling dice, yeah, yeah Foreign whip, yeah Take your bitch, yeah, yeah Taking trips, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] You know I already told ‘ya [?] the soldier She want to come through and pour up Pour a little juice in the soda Keep theRead More →

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back It was the summer that I turned eighteen. We lived in a one-room, run down shack On the outskirts of New Orleans. We didn’t have money for food or rent To say the least we was hard-pressed When Momma spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin’ dress. Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair, Then she painted my eyes and lips. Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress. It had a split in the side clean up to my hips. It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me goodRead More →

Lyrics Rick Ross – Summer 17 You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide.(summer 17) Im out on bars so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy , this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of b*tches f*cking me, I got em’ taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade May runnin’ in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like f*ck the world Back to standin’ on the Ave withRead More →

[Intro] Man we finna eat Man we back in this motherfucking booth You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Sucka ass nigga I thought you was my motherfuckin’ partner, nigga Ducky ass nigga [Hook] Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog You all for yourself, shawty, you a ball hog Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg You all for yourself, shawty you a ball hog YouRead More →

[Intro] You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide [Verse 1:] Im [?] so i [?] All the dope boys say they wanna be me I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em’ taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade May runnin’ in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin’ on the Ave with a couple birds If you a killer well I’m trynaRead More →