Apashe & Flux Pavilion – Fracture (ft. Joey Valence & Brae) Letra Apashe Apashe & Flux Pavilion – Fracture (ft. Joey Valence & Brae)
It’s about to go down
(It’s about to go down)
Part 1 (Joey Valence & Brae)
Y’all can’t see me
Hot like Panini
Moves like Fushigi
Never let you be me
Now you’re getting psyched out
Throwing like it’s wipe out
Keep running your mouth
Look at me and you might find out
Shots out the Civic
Yes you I stay pumping
ODS key all my bitches when I drop it
I’m a straight fool with the front stray ?
Keep running your mouth, imma hit you like a puppet, yes, ah
Keep running your mouth, it’s about to go down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
Part 2 (Joey Valence & Brae)
Keep rocking your mouth it’s about to go down
Check the yellow pages son, yeah my name get’s around
? stick em up, try to swing it on me
Yeah, you’ll bе seeing stars in 1, 2, 3
Yo I’m mean like ?
I’m not drunk, I’m sober
I pissеd off my ? I’m ‘bout to go corupt
Unleashed the ?
My neck is a freezer
JK, my shit’s cheap
I can’t afford no VVS
Keep running your mouth, it’s about to go down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
It’s about to go down
It’s about to go down
It’s about to go down
It’s about to go down
It’s about to go down
It’s about to go down
It’s ab-
You’ll be seeing stars in 1, 2, 3 now
Keep running your mouth it’s about to go down
K-keep running your mouth- keep running your mouth
Keep running your mouth it’s about to go down
You’ll be seeing stars in 1, 2, 3 now
Shots out the Civic
Yes you I stay pumping
ODS key all my bitches when I drop it
I’m a straight fool with the front stray ?
Keep running your mouth, imma hit you like a puppet, yes , ah
Keep running your mouth, it’s about to go down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
K-keep running your mouth, it’s about to do down
Outro
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Bob the Drag Queen – BOOTY ( Lyrics) Letra Bob The Drag Queen Bob the Drag Queen – BOOTY ( Lyrics)
G.G.T.
Let’s talk about butts, everyone
Alright, let’s talk about Booty
Booty silicone
I don’t care the booty fake
Make a n***** hungry wanna eat the booty cake
Booty made me look twice
Did a booty double take
Puttin’ on my scuba suit I’m diving in the booty lake
It’s my Destiny Child
That ass Bootylicious
Booty full of magic grant a couple booty wishes
Every time you walk in it’s a booty earthquake
Put that ass on trial and burn that booty at the stake
Booty giving kosher
Booty Rashashanna
Grab a little piece of this tuchus if you wanna
Booty so addictive it really is crack
With that big ass booty
Fuckin up your lower back like damn
Fuckin up your lower back like damn
Fuckin up your lower back like damn
Fuckin up your lower back like, like, like
Fuckin up the lumbar
Booty done come far
My booty four seasons her booty is a one star
Booty is illegal put that booty in the slammer
Got more A then the state of Alabama
Booty got you talking funny
Booty got a stammer
Booty can’t touch this booty MC Hammer
Booty going beast
Booty Kelsey Grammer
Hit it with the crew full house DJ Tanner
Here come the summer
RIP to Tumblr
Diggin in the booty pipe like a fuckin plumber
Bitch tried to compete and her friends didn’t want her
And now she lookin stupid, what a fuckin bummer
Her booty is a Prius my booty is a Hummer
Put that ass in line better take a booty number
Booty put my ass to sleep left me in a booty slumber
Left me paralyzed
Booty stone cold stunna like damn
Booty stone cold stunna like damn
Booty stone cold stunna like damn
Booty stone cold stunna like, like, like
Booty from the top rope
Booty gon give hope
My booty is a yep her booty is a nope nope
Booty so predictable read the booty horoscope
See this ass from space you don’t need the booty telescope
Booty Merry Christmas
Booty giving elf
Booty giving Grey Goose booty top shelf
Booty undercover
Booty going stealth
I said one verse but I couldn’t help myself
I wrote this song like it was my motherfuckin duty
I get a little extra when I’m talkin’ about the booty
N**** fuck a chair my face is the seat
Booty Golden Corral because all you can eat
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Post Malone – Too Cool To Die ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Too Cool To Die ( Lyrics)
I put the sunglass on so I don’t have to say hi (hi)
Send a text after I’m gone, I don’t say it back
And I miss you [?], can’t fold it right
She fill my tank, I get it, spinnin’ out
And I don’t got it all, and I don’t cry (don’t cry)
Ask me how I feel, I’m doin’ fine and it goes like
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
She wanna fuck me on a jet, but I’m scared to fly, uh
She wanna feed me fancy drinks, and keep me up all night
She ask me if I like this wedding ring
For fuck sake, it’s our first date
I did and then I went and invited on the next day, fits me great
And I don’t got it all, and I don’t cry (don’t cry)
Ask me how I feel, I’m doin’ fine and it goes like
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
I’m too cool to die
I’m too cool to die
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Винтаж, ТРАВМА, SKIDRI, DVRKLXGHT – Плохая девочка (official audio) Letra Velvet Music Винтаж, ТРАВМА, SKIDRI, DVRKLXGHT – Плохая девочка (official audio)
Текст песни «Плохая Девочка»
Интро: Винтаж
No glory
Припев: Винтаж & ТРАВМА
Неистовый зверь — траблы, дым, адреналин
Моя колыбель, будто пустота внутри
И ты уже решил, что будет делать всё наверняка
Мой рассудок затмевает твоя красота
Неистовый зверь — траблы, дым, адреналин
Моя колыбель, будто пустота внутри
И вот уже готова быть с тобой на час и на века
Мой рассудок затмевает твоя-твоя красота
Куплет: SKIDRI
Я никогда не играю по правилам
Лёд на руках, ты его расплавила
Я никогда не делал неправильно
Если есть ад, она будет дьяволом
Мы с ней вдвоём, не смотрю на счёт
Я зашёл в ЦУМ и потратил всё
Это любовь или это всё сон?
Узнаем потом, а щас прыгай в салон
И я могу купить тебе любую сумку
Могу любить тебя целые сутки
Делаешь фотки на зависть подруге
Миксую Louis V и Amiri
Почему люблю тебя, не знает даже Siri
Соседи хотят знать, что мы делаем в квартире
Ты не на лям, а на все лямы в мире (В мире)
Бридж: ТРАВМА & Винтаж
Просто нам с тобой, нам с тобой не стать другими
Пустота внутри, грустно, но мы тонем в дыме
Просто нам с тобой, нам с тобой не стать другими
Пустота внутри (Плохая девочка)
Припев: Винтаж & ТРАВМА
Неистовый зверь — траблы, дым, адреналин
Моя колыбель, будто пустота внутри
И ты уже решил, что будет делать всё наверняка
Мой рассудок затмевает твоя красота
Неистовый зверь — траблы, дым, адреналин
Моя колыбель, будто пустота внутри
И вот уже готова быть с тобой на час и на века
Мой рассудок затмевает твоя-твоя красота (Плохая девочка)
Аутро
M-m-m, honey Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Amenazzy – Hey Chanty (Lyrics) | XXX Letra Amenazzy Amenazzy – Hey Chanty (Lyrics) | XXX
Amenazzy – Hey Chanty
Ey, chanty
¿Qué hace’?
Dos de la mañana y está en línea
Vamo’ a ver lo que tú opina’
Fumamo’ y pedimo’ comida
No sea’ malita
‘Toy claro que tú ere’ una perrita
Le gusta arriba y me la grita
Me dice que la ahorque y que la escupa
Que si me voy a venir sea en la boca
Me saca la lengua de diablita
Y yo vengo, y le pongo la’ esposa’
La galleteo y eso le excita
Se desespera, quiere que la rompa
Y se la donqueo como Jordan
De esa zaza desenmoño una onza
Pa’ irle redonda’
Mi chuky nunni, que no le tiene miedo a lo’ poli
Fumando se sube pa’ la story
Fanática de cómo el loco se la pone
De tanta confianza ya no usamo’ lo’ condone’
Hoy ‘tá en calor, no quiere usar su vibrador
Se la pasa viendo porno imaginando que le doy
Cuando se queda a dormir se lo hago desde muy a.m
Yo sé como hacer pa’ que ese ttico le drene
Tráeme ese clote
Pa’ que lo ponga’ en mi cara
De vértelo se me para
Y si tú gritas, yo me vengo
Tan lindo’ esos ojito’ arrebatao’
Esa nota te va a pone’ ptona
Con gana’ de sngarme ahora
Ey, chanty
¿Qué hace’?
Dos de la mañana y está en línea
Vamo’ a ver lo que tú opina’
Fumamo’ y pedimo’ comida
No sea’ malita
‘Toy claro que tú ere’ una perrita
Le gusta arriba y me la grita
Me dice que la ahorque y que la escupa
Que si me voy a venir sea en la boca
Me saca la lengua de diablita
Y yo vengo, y le pongo la’ esposa’
La galleteo y eso le excita
Se desespera, quiere que la rompa
Y se la donqueo como Jordan
De esa zaza desenmoño una onza
Pa’ irle redonda’
Tú sabe’ cómo te hago, mami, ven, tengo que decírtelo
Ey, Amenazzy (Amenazzy)
Amenazzy, yeah (MCB)
DJ Dickson (Dickson)
Así e’ que me gusta verte
Perrita Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Tream – Eurodance ( Lyrics) Letra Tream Tream – Eurodance ( Lyrics)
Songtext zu „EURODANCE“
Hook: Tream
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninety-nine
Und denkt an diesen Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninеty-nine
Und denkt an diesеn Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
Part: Tream
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance tagelang
Sie denkt an diesen Mann in seinen Air Force 1
Sie wird geblitzt innerorts, hundert km/h
Doch sie hat keine Wahl, Herz gebrochen, Kippe an
Sie hat ihre Gefühle auf ihr’m alten iPhone 5 aus 2-0-11
Sie ist nicht aus dem Süden, doch sie sehnt sich nach dem Jung’n aus dieser Welt
Doch all dieser Streit, gestern war’n sie so fly
Heute liegt er in den Armen von so viel’n
Sie würd alles verzeih’n, aber traut sich nicht schreiben
Darum fährt sie in den Abend ohne ihn
Hook: Tream
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninety-nine
Und denkt an diesen Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninety-nine
Und denkt an diesen Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
Outro: Tream
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
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Mick Jenkins – Guapanese Lyrics Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Guapanese ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Gotta let this bitch breathe
Uhh
They say money talks
These niggas let they money talk
Matta fact ion think I ever heard em speak
He got a funny a walk
They say money talk
Aye
All these niggas ever really talk about is money
I think all these niggas got to talk about is money
His mans locked up he can’t bond em out it’s funny
God forbid they chalk em out and find out it’s no money
Damn
It’s a stack of ones just like em and they hide behind a 20
Come outside
Ain’t nobody finna jump you
Gave us conclusions we didn’t even have to jump to
I know that Kutcher stopped but somebody else punk’d you
Manufactured beef you ain’t get this from no butcher shop
All my cash cows grass fed (you can) smell it when I come through
Pull up in some old school
Shit it make the hookers stop
Told her keep walking baby
I know you know them same dollars keep talking
Only the want the handicaps when we parking
Prolly won’t catch me snorkeling
Surface level shit put you deep water it’s
Shits crazy to see
Mutherfuckers sound crazy to me
But I guess we letting money talk
It sound much different than how niggas look
It feel so much different than how niggas walk
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BEYOND THE BLACK – Call My Name (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) Letra Nuclear Blast Records BEYOND THE BLACK – Call My Name
You’ve walked across the desert, made your way through wasted land
Saw death and fear as no one has, and I know you’ll make it ‘til the end
You would not stop a second, if you had to sacrifice
Each one you travelled with, I can see it in your pale blue eyes
I can see it in your pale blue eyes
Call my name at the field of roses
Call my name at the end of time
When you stand in the towers shadow
Call out that you were mine
Call my name at the field of roses
Call my name where the stars align
When you stare in the face of madness
Call out that you were mine
Call my name – at the anchor of a thousand worlds
Call my name – and remember then how much it hurts
Call my name – at the anchor of a billion lives
Call out my name – whenever you arrive
The last one of an era, got to bare your past alone
When comes the day, you realise, you’re a relic of the world you roam
You’ve lost all love you cherished, you have paid an awful price
And still, there’s no regret, I can see it in your pale blue eyes
I can see it in your pale blue eyes
Call my name at the field of roses … Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Convencerte no ha sido fácil,
Tú en vía contraria y yo por chocarte,
Explotó la feria pa ver si puedo robarte,
Mojando la sábana una venía de gánster.
Coro:
Lubricante por el c*lo, tirando dinero y tú bailando en el tubo.
Hay de to pa’ ti exagera’o porque corone
La nota ese culo me la sube,
Psicodélico volando en la nube
Encima se sube y me pide que le dé,
Hay de to pa ti exagera’o porque corone
Verso:
Oye que loquera
Me la pone fácil siempre llega en mini
Con la misma gana de que la detone
Ya no uso diamantes porque eres mi vv-s
Par de blones ready al vaso de mi chica
Un peñón de molly loco que nos suba
Pa ponerno rulin, le escupo ese t*to pa que eso entre jevi.
Coro:
Lubricante por el clo, tirando dinero y tú bailando en el tubo.
Hay de to pa’ ti exagera’o porque corone
La nota ese clo me la sube,
Psicodélico volando en la nube
Encima se sube y me pide que le dé,
Hay de to pa ti exagera’o porque corone
verso:
Le da pa mi desde que se emborracha,
Me tiene un morbo que no se le pasa
Traje condone pero quiere al pelo
No quiere flore si tusi guaracha,
La descomputo cuando la empaqueto
Rebelde conmigo se pasa de pta,
Le gusta el peligro donde sea se lo meto,
Pide que la grabe que to eso le gusta.
Sxo y humo
Quiero mamarte ese t*tico
Mi lengua adentro
Dime si se siente rico
Sxo y humo quiero
( le da pa mi desde que se emborracha )
mamarte ese ttico
( Traje condone pero quiere al pelo )
mi lengua adentro
( no quiere flore si tusi guaracha )
dime si se siente rico
( Que to eso, que to eso, que to eso le gusta )
That Mexican OT – Hit List (feat. BigXthaPlug & Big Yavo) ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra That Mexican OT That Mexican OT – Hit List (feat. BigXthaPlug & Big Yavo) ( Lyrics Lyrics)
intro: that mexican ot
Ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, let’s go
Ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, okay
Let’s get it, uh-huh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh (ayo, is that that mexican ot?)
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
verse 1: that mexican ot
I’m that mexican that they wanna be
Nah, fuck that, i’m the mexican that they wanna see
This that mexican o to the motherfucking t
Put your motherfucking face on a motherfucking tee
Bitch, i stay after f, i’m a motherfuckin’ g
I be plotting and scheming, creepin’ with demons one deep
I got a big ol’ choppa, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody say they got a problem i’ll knock out his teeth
Put a big x on his hеad if he a plug
I’ma call up bigx, that’s my motherfuckin’ thug
We gon’ push up with yoppas and choppas
And yеah, we gon’ pop ‘em, we gon’ let it rain, let it flood
Blow ‘em back with the big mac, fold ‘em like a pretzel
Big booty bitch bust it down like a bezel
I been running round through the streets
I been playing ‘round with the devil
Creepin’ and crawling, i walk with the metal (fah-fah)
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
verse 2: bigxthaplug
These niggas be talking and acting like they really outside
You a pussy boy, stop lyin’
Me and my niggas, we strapped with that gunfire
Call that mexican ot, make you sweat like a drumline
Me and my niggas banging the same like one kind
And i never run ‘less it’s 12 on the frontline
Better keep they little pistols, you know that i got mine
Tell my son everyday ‘fore i leave that i’m not dyin’
In my hood i’m connected and good like a stop sign
You not having that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin’
Calling up plays in my circle like matt ryan
Threw a pack to my dawg, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, i love when they touchdown
You niggas ain’t gang or the same, don’t come ‘round
Kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (fah-fah)
Fuck around, get his ass gunned down, gang
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
verse 3: big yavo
I’m having wock’ in my cup, i can’t get sick (i can’t get sick)
This blick will sit his ass down like a picnic (make him sit down)
My bitch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (ain’t no lipstick)
Just picked up a stripper off perc’s, i want twin tips (i want—)
Psych, i really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These niggas just like a phone with no service (yeah)
She knows i ball, so it be hard to curve me (woah)
Where i’m from, niggas run in your home like a derby (run in your—)
Yeah, everyday i wake and get mula (monyun)
Reach for my neck, send ya ass to the gulag (haha)
Nigga can’t trap, need to go get a new job (go get a—, go get a—)
Young nigga fucked up, still get caught with a screwdriver (go)
Take his shit, ask you, “what you gon’ do ‘bout it?” (what you gon’—)
I put boobs on the stick, give the choppa a new body
‘cause we switchin’ lanes, like, keep up
Designer my frames, i’m spendin’ (frames)
I’m rinsing the pot in the kitchen
If she don’t give brain, i’m dippin’ (i’m gone)
Yeah, ain’t coming off top, then i’m outta there (ghost)
Ain’t gotta go shopping ‘cause i got a lot to wear (still dripped)
Only pack shoes, then shop when i land (shop when i—)
If shawty too stiff, then i’m popping her friend (popping her—)
You know yay having bars, still’ll serve you a xan’ (serve you a xan’)
Free the bro behind bars in the can (both of ‘em)
In cali’ rolling up ‘za with my feet in the sand (feet in the—)
With a clean ass glock incase it get dirty like dan (place it)
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
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