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Ocean Grove – SEX DOPE GOLD

Ocean Grove – SEX DOPE GOLD Lyrics
SEX DOPE GOLD Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1
Seething for the future in a blissful power play
Been chasing saturation using anyone, any way

Chorus
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold, sex, dope, gold)
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold)
Harder and harder again
(Sex, dope, gold, sex, dope, gold)
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold)
Harder and harder again

Verse 2
Taken by illusion through an endless cycling
A washed-up evolution fooling everyone, every way
The perfect play is anarchy
When even death’s a conspiracy
And all that’s mine is vanishing
No wonder I’m suffering

Chorus
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold, sex, dope, gold)
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold)
Harder and harder again
(Sex, dope, gold, sex, dope, gold)
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold)
Harder and harder again
Bridge
You tease me, baby, over and over again
(I can feel a little closer to turning around)
Believe me, lately I’m lonely when I let you in
(I can feel a little closer to turning you down)
It makes me laugh
It makes me laugh
Harder and harder again
It makes me laugh

Chorus
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold, sex, dope, gold)
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold)
Harder and harder again
(Sex, dope, gold, sex, dope, gold)
It makes me laugh
(Sex, dope, gold)
Harder and harder again

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Stray from the Path – Guillotine

Stray from the Path – Guillotine Lyrics
Guillotine Lyrics, Letra:

Desperate people never stay desperate forever
Desperate people never stay desperate forever

Death I can guarantee
As quick as a cut can bleed
When it drops it can’t be stopped
No plan B, just the guillotine
Death I can guarantee
As quick as a cut can bleed
When it drops it can’t be stopped
No plan B, just the guillotine

1776 ways to die, choose one
What’s done is done
Lepers and lobbyists, loyalty arsonists
My kingdom come

A nation of narcissist peddling arsenic
In God we trust

But nothing is sacred
It’s all for the taking
No glory for gluttons
Insubordinates, fuck ‘em

Death I can guarantee
As quick as a cut can bleed
When it drops it can’t be stopped
No plan B, just the guillotine
Death I can guarantee
As quick as a cut can bleed
When it drops it can’t be stopped
No plan B, just the guillotine Handshakes and heads on a stake
I gotta hand it to ‘em, while I hand it to ‘em
Seal your fate
Modern problems, medieval solutions
Mob violence, restitution
You want guerilla movement
Lessons are learned
With every table turned
Watch it burn
And when the smoke clear
The light shines one last time off the sharp steel

Let’s see you try and find a way out of this
Let’s see you try and buy your way out of this
You stupid fuck

We tried it your way and it’s broken
It’s over, the people have spoken
The desperate won’t stay desperate forever

Death I can guarantee
As quick as a cut can bleed
When it drops it can’t be stopped
No plan B, just the guillotine

Death I can guarantee
As quick as a cut can bleed
When it drops it can’t be stopped
Here comes the guillotine Off with their fucking heads
Off with their fucking heads
Off with their fucking heads

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Soulja Boy – Goin Down (Young Joc)

Soulja Boy – Goin Down (Young Joc) Lyrics
Goin Down (Young Joc) Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Uh
Ayo,
? you go crazy
Draco
(Nigga, you know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga, niggas play wit’ nigga, you nigga)
Ayo,
?
Rrr, uh

Chorus
Nigga, nigga, serve it by the pound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down
Alotta sticks in this bitch, do not make a sound
Move it by the ton, move it by the pound
Move it by the hundon, move it by the thou’
Niggas opps in this bitch, shootin’ in the crowd
Rrr, rrr, do not make a sound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down

Verse
Whip it in yo’ face, like it’s hibachi
Big chopsticks that hold a hunnid, do karate
Nigga, cop the Hellcat, uh, cop the Maserati, uh (Yeah)
Cop the Lambo’, yeah, cop the new Ferrari, yeah
Cop the new Mercedes, these bitches goin’ crazy
Drop-top, do the dash, 12 can’t catch me (Yeah)
Drop-top, a hunnid bags, niggas tryna arrest me
The block ring and
? ring are worth a brand new Lexus (Gang)
Grills, Johnny Dang, wrist, Peter Marco
Hunnid K off of chasin’ Ms at Wells Fargo
They know me by my face, I’ll bail out tomorrow
We got rich off Krispy Kremes and pounds of gelato, uh
We got rich off pullin’ that stick like I hit the lotto, uh
Ridin’ wit’ a bad bitch, twerkin’ like Mulatto, uh
Hellcat, do the dash like it’s Grand Theft Auto (Uh)
(Hellcat, do the dash like it’s Grand Theft Auto)
Chorus
Nigga, nigga, serve it by the pound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down
Alotta sticks in this bitch, do not make a sound
Move it by the ton, move it by the pound
Move it by the hundon, move it by the thou’
Niggas opps in this bitch, shootin’ in the crowd
Rrr, rrr, do not make a sound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down

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The Regrettes – You’re So Fucking Pretty

The Regrettes – You’re So Fucking Pretty Lyrics
You’re So Fucking Pretty Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1
Spin the bottle, will I be enough?
I know how your kiss would taste even without touch
Is she just a friend or is she going home with you?

Verse 2
The walls are shaking, my shoes take me to you
My filter’s breaking, can you tell her to move?
I think she’s in my spot, I’m pretty sure you feel it too

Pre-Chorus
Your fingertips run down my spine
I dream about the curves of you melting into mine
My younger heart was feeling blue
But now, when I look back I know exactly what I’d do

Chorus
You give a little and I fall a little too much
I give a little, I’m too late, you slip from my clutch
In the bathroom, you fix your face
And you’re so fucking pretty, you take my breath away
You give a little and I fall a little too much
I give a little, I’m too late, you slip from my clutch
In the bathroom, you fix your face
And you’re so fucking pretty, you take my breath away
Verse 3
Drunken secrets spill out of my mouth
Eat my words up just to let me down
You tell me it’s too late, now you’re the one that got away

Pre-Chorus
Your fingertips run down my spine
I think about it late at night, wishing you were mine
My younger heart was feeling blue
But now, when I look back I know exactly what I’d do

Chorus
You give a little and I fall a little too much
I give a little, I’m too late, you slip from my clutch
In the bathroom, you fix your face
And you’re so fucking pretty, you take my breath away
You give a little and I fall a little too much
I give a little, I’m too late, you slip from my clutch
In the bathroom, you fix your face
And you’re so fucking pretty, you take my breath away

Bridge
Take my breath away

Chorus
You give a little and I fall a little too much
I give a little, I’m too late, you slip from my clutch
In the bathroom, you fix your face
And you’re so fucking pretty, you take my breath away
You give a little and I fall a little too much
I give a little, I’m too late, you slip from my clutch
In the bathroom, you fix your face
And you’re so fucking pretty, you take my breath away

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Larry Fleet – Different Shade of Red

Larry Fleet – Different Shade of Red Lyrics
Different Shade of Red Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1
Well, I’ve been known to paint the town red
With my boys, we throw the empties in the truck bed
Same dirt under my nails as my tire treads
I’m small town proud of the color on the back of my neck

Pre-Chorus
Ooh, but these days I’m trading cold beer for your cabernet
Ooh, and back roads for your driveway

Chorus
Meet me at the front door, t-shirt hanging off your shoulder
Red wine, red lips, leaning in closer
Oh, baby, honestly
You bring out a whole other side of me
You got a way to round off all my rough around the edges
Kiss me ‘til I lose count, counting all my blessings, yeah
Lipstick on my nеck, rose petals on the bеd
Girl, you turn my world a different shade of red

Verse 2
Well, I still love to mow a cornfield, with my truck
Hell yeah, I lock it down in four-wheel, slanging mud
I’ll wet a line, but you’re the real deal, baby, only kind of crazy
I want in my arms tonight
Chorus
Meet me at the front door, t-shirt hanging off your shoulder
Red wine, red lips, leaning in closer
Oh, baby, honestly
You bring out a whole other side of me
You got a way to round off all my rough around the edges
Kiss me ‘til I lose count, counting all my blessings, yeah
Lipstick on my neck, rose petals on the bed
Girl, you turn my world a different shade of red
A different shade of red

Pre-Chorus
Ooh, but these days I’m trading cold beer for your cabernet
Ooh, and back roads for your driveway

Chorus
Meet me at the front door, t-shirt hanging off your shoulder
Red wine, red lips, leaning in closer
Oh, baby, honestly
You bring out a whole other side of me
You got a way to round off all my rough around the edges
Kiss me ‘til I lose count, counting all my blessings, yeah
Lipstick on my neck, rose petals on the bed
Girl, you turn my world a different shade of red
A different shade of red
Outro
Girl, you turn my world a different shade of red

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Zoocci Coke Dope – TALK SiKK

Zoocci Coke Dope – TALK SiKK Lyrics
TALK SiKK Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1
I will never let a woman treat me like a lame (Yeah)
Bitch, you fuck around, I fuck around and do the same
Fuck you think this is?
This ain’t no motherfucking game (Yeah)
Most’ you bitches wylin’ most of yall are not to tame
Niggas is living by bitches, niggas is living by bitches
Fuck around and spend a band on a dinner now (Yeah)
Bitches want captions on pictures
Bitches want captions on pictures (Yeah)
Buy her a Birkin, she think you’re a winner now
Fuck, if you’re single, you’re living alright
Stealing your joy like a thief in the night
Take you to church and I show you the light
Cheat on your ass and you ready to fight (Fight)
Telling ‘em niggas it’s truly on sight
Being a player is like riding a bike
You think you’re in love but it turned into a sike
I don’t wanna be just one of the niggas you always be calling
Baby misleading, deceiving, finessing like Eve in the garden
She don’t regret it, she’s not really sorry, not even a pardon
And now that I’m ballin’
I’m taking a step back, I feel like I’m Harden

Chorus
Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking toxic Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking…

Refrain

Verse 2
I don’t even wanna talk about all of the shit that I did in the past
I don’t even wanna talk to no woman that let all of these lame niggas smash (Yeah)
Free your mind lil’ boy, you’ll be surprised (Yeah)
Take your time, it comes with peace of mind (Yeah)
You walk like a beast, you think that your pocket’s obese
You walk in the club, you spending like thirty, at least
Drown in the bottle, you think that these women are deep
Your standards are high, the way that you’re living is cheap (Yeah)
I can’t sleep no more
I can’t breath no more
Lord, I hope it helps me grow (Yeah)
Lead I plead I show
Lord, please save my soul
From all the things that I don’t know
Bands, I’m chasing the bands
There’s no one around, now show me your ass
Bitch is you tripping, you fucking around
You act like you don’t got a man
Say that you love him and string him along but damn
What is the plan?
I’m not the one that you need, I hit it and move I’m fucking a fan
I was alone in the moments
And most times it really felt like I was dying
You were fucking around and you couldn’t even stop
Even though you could see I was trying
If you stand for the truth about something
Whenever they asked you, you never deny it
These are the things on my mind and I don’t cap about, I don’t even write it
Chorus
Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking toxic

Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking…

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ATC Taff (GRC) – BOSS

ATC Taff (GRC) – BOSS Lyrics
BOSS Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: ATC Taff
(Ναι, ATC ye
Ναι ναι ναι
Λες για ένταση και αλητεία
3 χρόνια τώρα
Ποιος το κάνει καλύτερα;)
PRRRRR

Chorus: ATC Taff
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (αντίπαλο ελπιδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (δεν θα αφήσω)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (όσα και αν πάρω)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (παίζω με το pow)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)

Verse 1: ATC Taff
Τώρα όλοι έχουν χρήματα, πουτάνες, κονέ
Όσα είδα με το crew μου δε θα δούνε ποτέ
Ονειρεύεσαι την φήμη, να γυρνάς κυριλέ
Να έχεις glock μέσα στο Philipp και την κόκα στο Benz (ναι)
Το κύμα που θα σπρώξεις καβαλάω σα το Hovercraft
Γκάνια κουβαλάνε οι δικοί μου σα το Borderlands (pow)
Το γαμήσι φέρνουμε on demand
Θα κάνω τον δίσκο μου πλατίνα και καινούριο brand
Eεεε, είπα θα αλλάξω ζωή
Μα πριν γαμήσω αυτήν δε τελείωσα με την μουσική
Ε δε με νοιάζει να τους πείσω όπως το βλέπεις εσύ
Πείρα τον δύσκολο το δρόμο, δεν πούλησα ψυχή
Δουλεύω τα LP, μαλακά σαν workaholic
Πια θα ανοίγουν τα πακέτα μου σα να είναι unboxholic
Θεϊκά πειράματα, το style μου diabolic
Άλλη μια φορά το hook μου να το πούνε όλοι (όλοι)

Chorus: ATC Taff
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)

Verse 2: ATC Taff
Thunder flow με Absinth purple haze, you know
My job is like some fucking holidays, Hugo
Έκανα τον εαυτό μου κάτι πάνω από Boss
Στο mic σε τρώω σα παγωτό περνιέσαι και πονηρός
Στη σέντρα Nate Diaz και το φτάνω τζιβάνα οσο σου πάω το Smart-άκι σαν να είναι η Gymkhana
Είχα στο πάρκο skate blind και εξάδα Montana
Ένα διπλό ζαχαροκαλαμο, μια τούρμπο Havana
Ξέρω τους στοίχους αν τιμάει ή αν απλά τα λέει
Θέλω αλεξίσφαιρη Aston Martin, μπίλια μές το LA
Χαπακωμένος σε event σαν μουν στο Montreal
Πνίγω το flow σου στον νιπτήρα, Casino Royale

Verse 3: ATC Taff
Έχω το μπαμ
Τα track μου κανουν bang σαν σκάγια
Έχω το μπαμ
Στο βλέμμα μου, τον πόνο κομμάτια
Αυτό το Gang
Με έκανε να βάλω τα γάντια
Αυτό το rank
Με έβαλε σε άλλα μονοπάτια

Chorus: ATC Taff
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (όσα και αν πάρω)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)

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Ochman – River

Ochman – River Lyrics
River Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1
Gonna take my body down
Right down, down, down to the river
Gonna take my body down

Pre-Chorus
Let the water carry me away
Just float away
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Chorus
Bury all of my things
Bury me in my skin
All that I’ve done
Oh Lord, I’m done
Who’d wanna be a king
Pulling too many strings?
All that I’ve done
Oh Lord, I’m done

Post-Chorus
(Oh) Carry me away
I’ll float away (Oh)
In the river

Verse 2
Gonna lay my head right down
Right now, now, now and forever
Gonna lay my head right down
Pre-Chorus
Let the water carry me away
Just float away

Chorus
Bury all of my things
Bury me in my skin
All that I’ve done
Oh Lord, I’m done
Who’d wanna be a king
Pulling too many strings?
All that I’ve done
Oh Lord, I’m done

Post-Chorus
(Oh) Carry me away
I’ll float away (Oh)

Bridge
In the river, oh-oh
In the river, oh-oh
In the river, oh, yеah

Chorus
Bury all of my things
Bury me in my skin
All that I’ve done
Oh Lord, I’m donе
Who’d wanna be a king
Pulling too many strings?
All that I’ve done
Oh Lord, I’m done
(Oh)
Outro
Gonna take my body down
Right down, down, down to the river

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Baby Money – Difference

Baby Money – Difference Lyrics
Difference Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
You know the difference between a lil’ hundred and a big hundred, right? (Helluva made this beat)

Verse 1
Yeah, four-door MATIC, rose gold Patek
Icicles on my watch, look like Cold Stone had it
My old number gettin’ hot, now it’s both phones slappin’
I asked a nigga is he 12 ‘cause I know about entrapments
Since twelve, I been trappin’, send bales for my backend
It’s a FN in my pants, bitch, I don’t want no lap dance
I take that shit as disrespect when a nigga tell me tap in
I wear Amiris like they Meks, we was gеttin’ money back then
They can’t stand that I’m poppin’, my mans off a Roxy
Icеd my left and right hand, I’m cocky
Red strip on Prada kicks, we Nazis
I signed a deal, but they can’t stop me from coppin’, easy money

Chorus
That deal money ain’t do shit but make me cop bigger
Known to steal a nigga bitch, I’m a shoplifter
This a ‘Dweller, that’s a Datejust, it’s a price difference
VS1s, the rhinestones, it’s an ice difference (It’s a difference)
Main bitch and side bitch, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
Plain shit and bustdowns, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
We rock stones, no crushed diamonds, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
Bag money, stash money, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
Verse 2
So we’ll never be the same
A rich nigga, I can never be a lame
Been through some shit, but you’ll never see the pain
I’m Ludacris, I throw ‘bows every way
Ain’t used to know my name, now I got shows every day
They let me pick my class, shit, I chose the heavyweights
My mans sittin’ on his ass, he got caught with heavy weight
Talked to his ass the other day, I’m just makin’ sure he straight, I ain’t forget about him
Play with my money, all my family send a hit about him
Y’all put y’all pussy ‘fore y’all money, that’s y’all niggas’ problem
I gave my youngins so much green, them niggas turned to goblins
Same day I got my cheese, I went to Cali coppin’ ‘em

Chorus
That deal money ain’t do shit but make me cop bigger
Known to steal a nigga bitch, I’m a shoplifter
This a ‘Dweller, that’s a Datejust, it’s a price difference
VS1s, the rhinestones, it’s an ice difference (It’s a difference)
Main bitch and side bitch, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
Plain shit and bustdowns, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
We rock stones, no crushed diamonds, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)
Bag money, stash money, it’s a difference (It’s a difference)

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LightSkinKeisha – Play Me

LightSkinKeisha – Play Me Lyrics
Play Me Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Oh, oh (Big Bank, Tuned Up)
The fuck?
Hmm, hmm, hmm
(Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)

Chorus
Talking all that talk, you gotta show me that you ‘bout it
I ain’t with the bullshit, baby, I can do without it
Tryna find another like yeah, highly doubt it
You must’ve forgot who I was, well, let me remind you
You must be crazy
To think you can play me
Better play it safely
Small talk don’t faze me

Verse 1
Pray on that booty, he said it’s a blessin’ (He said it’s a blessin’)
Throwin’ that ass, I hope he can catch it (I hope he can catch it)
Teachin’ these hoes, I’m giving out lessons (One, two, three, four)
He spendin’ that money, I might let him stretch it (Stretch)
White all on my toes, Chanel slippers with my feet out (CC)
He eatin’ on this pussy, he said it’s smackin’ like a cookout
Used to be available, but every day I’m booked out (Busy)
Money talk big, bitch, yo’ pockets don’t make no sound (Shh)
Niggas wanna chat, but they cannot afford me (Afford me)
Bitches throwing shade, you better Tom Ford me
Don’t give a fuck about no bitch that came before me
Let me set the record straight, bitch, yo’ nigga adore me
Chorus
Talking all that talk, you gotta show me that you ‘bout it
I ain’t with the bullshit, baby, I can do without it
Tryna find another like yeah, highly doubt it
You must’ve forgot who I was, well, let me remind you
You must be crazy
To think you can play me
Better play it safely
Small talk don’t faze me

Verse 2
I’m that bitch in reality (Reality)
Boss bitch mentality (Boss bitch)
Any bitch that you fuck with, don’t compare to me (Neva)
Pussy good like it’s heaven-sent (Heaven-sent)
Talkin’ tough, but she scared of me (Yea)
Stupid ho, you irrelevant (Irrelevant)
Got on fake diamonds, how embarrassing
In the spaceship, while you pedaling (The fuck?)
Bitch, you pedaling? (The fuck?)
Walking up to the bank again
All of these hunnids, I bring ‘em in (Cash)
Ben Frank, I don’t need no friends
Booty so big can’t fit in my pants, ooh
Pussy so wet, like a pool (Pool)
They tryin’ they hardest to do what I do
Chorus
Talking all that talk, you gotta show me that you ‘bout it
I ain’t with the bullshit, baby, I can do without it
Tryna find another like yeah, highly doubt it
You must’ve forgot who I was, well, let me remind you
You must be crazy
To think you can play me
Better play it safely
Small talk don’t faze me