FERRE GOLA – SECONDE CHANCE Lyrics

FERRE GOLA – SECONDE CHANCE ( Lyrics) Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – SECONDE CHANCE ( Lyrics)
Une seconde chance….
Il n’est jamais trop tard, pour celui qui peut se rattraper. Erick’O’cebande. Aouweee!!

(dédicace).

mot’oyo amiti’e singa n’a nkingo alingi a mi diembika’eeh, jamais akoganga au secours… poyebi ndenge ako bimela ricko cebande.

(dédicace :…)

nasali bozoba esala ngado, nakimi ebale’eeh naye ko batama n’a liziba ya mayi na lopango ya pêcheur…

(dédicace.,…,)

ericko ocebande n’a welelaki ko kende mobembo, na mboka nayebi te oh tala ndenge na telengani’eeh na bimi mopaya , ERICk’O’CEPANDE na préféré na zonga’ah ,nako linga tee…n’a perdre Océan ya bolingo nanga Kaka poo nga nabokolo ba pardon : im-po-ssi-ble-eh….

(dédicace…,)

na kendaki o’cepande, na mi zongeli, kuna na keyi ngambo’o motema epeli nga moto’o n’a kanisaki n’a s’échapper nzoka n’a s’effondrer d’avantage, n’a zongeli yo Érick ,nabo n’a redoubler to n’a repêcher n’a zongeli yà zéro pesa nga bolingo oyo ya Bana mike’e , bolingo ya cahier de dessin, bolingo ya gamme de couleurs ; bolingo ya Bana mike’e : bolingo ya touche gomme… Érick, bolingo epesaka chance’eh ata osali erreur bako effacer tee bako corriger

(dédicace),.

refrain : Omona wapi faute d’orthographe y’a crayons gomme Eboya ko effacee, Erick’o’cebandee. Erreur orthographe touche na voisin ezalaka réparer sans effort hooo, au moins ozala inconscient, dépasser, au moins ozala na oubliiiie. Loba ozala sans foutiste, ignorant Trésor pembele ako corrigeee

o’cepande nayebi oke nanu mosika teeoo ozali dans les parages ,nzongela ngao soki mabe nga n’a salaki n’a ndimi ,nzongela nga to réparé ko ndima tée ba erreurs nanga edominée crayon n’a gomme eza n’a maboko nayo, ko kanga motema tée Érick …

.(dédicace)

libertée oyo asengaka c’est oyo aza n’a boloko,oh mot’oyo a mi kangeli n’e n’a ndako akoki tee ko Luka liberté po ayebi Nini a kosala po a bima’eeh ,,nga moko Nami bimisaki ‘ocepande , libanda ya motema noo, Lelo nga n’a nzongi’ee, n’a kuti otie kumba ,biliaki nga bikoki’eh Érick o’cepande sala y’ofongolela ngayiiii: ko kanga motema tée Thierry Gola*..

refrain : Omona wapi faute d’orthographe y’a crayons gomme Eboya ko effacee, Erick’o’cebandee. Erreur orthographe touche na voisin ezalaka réparer sans effort hooo, au moins ozala inconscient, dépasser, au moins ozala na oubliiiie. Loba ozala sans foutiste, ignorant piter Kazadi ako corrigeee

ERICk’O’CEPANDE n’a kendaki mbangu mbangu nayebaki tée bisika n’a wuti motema ekoki tée nasengi’yo olimbisa ngayiiaaa, bébé ngayiii’eeeh mosika Nan’o nga nako koka têe pardon nzongaeeee..

refrain : Omona wapi faute d’orthographe y’a crayons gomme Eboya ko effacee, Erick’o’cebandee. Erreur orthographe touche na voisin ezalaka réparer sans effort hooo, au moins ozala inconscient, dépasser, au moins ozala na oubliiiie. Loba ozala sans foutiste, ignorant Angélique Toniokable ako corrigeee

refrain : Omona wapi faute d’orthographe y’a crayons gomme Eboya ko effacee, Erick’o’cebandee. Erreur orthographe touche na voisin ezalaka réparer sans effort hooo, au moins ozala inconscient, dépasser, au moins ozala na oubliiiie. Loba ozala sans foutiste, ignorant Peter Kazadi ako corrigeee

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Brent Faiyaz – Best Time Lyrics

Brent Faiyaz – Best Time [ Lyrics] Letra Brent Faiyaz Brent Faiyaz – Best Time [ Lyrics]

I’ve been all over the world
(You know)
But you the finest one
I done seen the finest dimes
But all the pretty girls come from VA
Then it’s New York and MIA
Then its PG and round my way
So I don’t ever have to stay away, for long
Say you going where?
Ain’t nobody going if we aint gon be there
Keep her on my arm cuz she gon wanna stare
All the pretty girls want to be gay
Fuck around and find out
She like one of mine, now she mine now
You just turned around, now she gone now
Should of never stayed away for long

Best times she’s ever had (x3)
The best time, all the time
The best time she’s ever had (x3)
All the time
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BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days Lyrics

BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days ( Lyrics Lyrics) (feat. Luh Tyler) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days ( Lyrics Lyrics) (feat. Luh Tyler)
Part I: Kai Cenat
Intro: BabyTron

Whew
Huh, hey
Granny think that I’m an angel, I—

Verse 1: BabyTron & Luh Tyler

Granny think that I’m an angel, I was born with horns
I be ballin’ on these young boys, you niggas corns
How ironic that I’m drippin’, came from in the storm
You can tell he ain’t a shooter, just look at his form
You can tell he go to school, probably in his dorm
Me and Tron in MIA swervin’ in a foregin
Big body on Collins Ave, come and hear her roar
This bitch ain’t even tryna shake no ass, kick her out, she borin’

Verse 2: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

(Gang)
I’m with Tron in the booth goin’ back to back
Niggas cappin’ in they raps, goin’ hat for hat
I be smokin’ out the bowl, lets go pack for pack
Pull it out and up yo’ roll, let’s go rack for rack
Bustdown rollie avalanche, just like Kai Cenat
Only hit the bitch one time, I won’t call her back
Get the head and then I cut the strings, I can’t get attached
Only right it’s me, Certy and Pat, we chillin’ in the trap
So many racks, why my pockets fat, they can’t get no chill
Baby see my cuban now she tryna fuck, this bitch a gold digger
Palm Angels Moncler collab, watch the coat glitter
It’s gon’ be a hot summer, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
(On Gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Whew, whew)

Verse 3: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

Don’t bring yo’ ho to my show, you might get yo’ bitch hit
Million dollar deals on the table, I’m a rich kid
My nigga tryna put that brrt on a nigga biscuit
Don’t try to go against the guys, boy, you don’t wanna risk it
I know if I miss the shot, Tyler got the tip in
Better duck, better get low, my shooter split wigs
Catch you walkin’ out the door, we don’t wanna hit cribs
A million dollar shit, check it off off my wishlist

Part II: Old Days

Intro: BabyTron & Luh Tyler

Ayy, SBDSM
Long live the scam
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Skee

Chorus: Luh Tyler

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say

Vese 1: Luh Tyler

Get a look at them bands in my safe, you might pass out
Pull up to the party and we back in, we don’t back out
Young nigga, I’ma bring them racks in, I’m a cash cow
I don’t like when niggas get to actin’ funny like they class clowns
Take a nigga bitch then treat her like a blunt, she get passed ‘round
Niggas cappin’ out here pullin’ stunts, sit yo’ ass down
Talkin’ ‘bout money, nigga, know I got a bunch, bring them racks out
Many niggas, they be fake and all they like to do is cap now
All these niggas do is cap, man, go and get ya hat
Pull up in that coupe like Batman, nigga, it’s all black
She a eater just like Pacman, nigga, that’s a gnat
I’ma get up in them racks and nigga thats a fact
Nigga, I’ma get up, chase that dough, do that on the daily
Bitch my name ain’t Captain-Save-A-Ho, I can’t do no savin’
Man I heard they tryna book me for a show, man, they gotta pay me
Everyday we chasin’ money on the road, niggas really lazy

Chorus: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say (Hey, hey)

Verse 2: BabyTron

Give a fuck ‘bout what a ho think
Lil’ bitch all up on my woody, call her Bo Peep
Grind equals no sleep (Grind equals no sleep)
Final drive down six, fuck around and go deep
Rockstar lifestyle, viewer discretion advised
Had to blow the whistle, doggy knew not to step on the line
When it’s said and done, bet I was super ahead of my time
You gon’ feel the vibe flip when them shooters steppin’ inside
I can’t miss a flight, nah, I do ‘em a step at a time
Catch me coolin’ off a deuce, like dude, that’s a regular high
Baby bottles ‘round like I’m a pops, we just measurin’ lines
Knew I was the one, I brought it back any regular time
Me and Luh Tyler from the mitten down to Florida
All this gold got me feelin’ godly, givin’ out a Nora
White boy, Kyle Herder, catch me scorin’ out in Georgia
Eyes low, still’ll whip them fans out like Kimora
Out explorin’, got my Apple Maps open like I’m Dora
Ended up in Spain, I’m out here spendin’ Euros in Zamora
Lil’ bitch ain’t got no morals, pulled up on me, gave me oral
Cuddy off too many drugs right now, he think that he immortal
I done overdid the shrooms, think I’m sinkin’ through a portal
Slidin’ in the ghost, I guess the activity paranormal
Why they hatin’ on us? Got it out the mud like some ogres
Heard they still nappin’ on me, wake ‘em up like some Folgers
You can try and fuck me over, DSM, I’m with some soldiers
Streets chilly than a bitch but my holdin’ set was colder
Star player, catch a body, bet I’m still gon’ sell some posters
Up and down, up and down, life really a roller coaster
Get a bitch, remote control ‘er
You ain’t sell no tickets, now you a promoter
Sittin’ on the rim from when we had us no exposure
Off an oxycodone, boy, my shooter low composure
Do a driveby, blow the motor
Blowin’ zotty, I can’t stop because the sherrifs know the odor
All that actin’ like the plug, boy, cut it out, I know the grower
Life gon’ try to stop you at the rim, but I’m gon’ throw up floaters
Is that kid gon’ hit the bucket when the team up on his shoulders?

Chorus: Luh Tyler

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
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Brent Faiyaz – Moment Of Your Life feat. Coco Jones Lyrics

Brent Faiyaz – Moment Of Your Life feat. Coco Jones [ Lyrics]
You lookin’ better than you ever did
If you told me the secret, I would spread that shit to every girl that I meet
So they would know how to be
That shit tastes fresher than a peppermint
If you want me to kiss it, I’m not hesitant
I know you’re kissing me back (Oh, oh)
Just like that (Oh, oh)

Brent:
And I got every other thing that I need and want but you
And I’ve been wantin’ you, so what you wanna do tonight?
Make this the moment of your life
And I got every other thing that I need and want but you
And I’ve been wantin’ you, so what you wanna do tonight?
Make this the moment of your life

Coco Jones:
Tonight, baby boy, you lookin’ better than you evеr did
I’ll show you my secrets, can you handle it?
I don’t wanna hidе
Always been a good girl, but I got a bad side
Can I show you, baby? I’ma guarantee you won’t forget
I don’t want a taste, I want the whole damn thing
I don’t wanna fight
How I feel with you, it feel right, what you on for the night, baby?
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Brent & Coco Jones:
And I got every other thing that I need and want but you (You)
And I’ve been wantin’ you, so what you wanna do tonight? (What you wanna do?)
Make this the moment of your life
And I got every other thing that I need and want but you (That I need and what from you, baby)
And I’ve been wantin’ you (Baby), so what you wanna do tonight?
I’ll make this the moment of your life

Brent & Coco Jones:
Do you right, there’s nothing like you and I
Boy, do me right, and if you like, stay the night
If you don’t mind, you should try to stay the night
Boy, I don’t mind, and if you like, stay the night (Yeah)

Brent & Coco Jones:
And I got every other thing that I need and want but you
And I’ve been wantin’ you (So what you wanna do?), so what you wanna do tonight? (You’re the one I wanna do)
Make this the moment of your life (Make this the moment, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I got every other thing that I need and want but you
And I’ve been wantin’ you, so what you wanna do tonight?
Make this the moment of your life
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FERRE GOLA – ÉLIMINÉ Lyrics

FERRE GOLA – ÉLIMINÉ ( Lyrics) Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – ÉLIMINÉ ( Lyrics)
Quand tu me disais de patienter, “Tout ira un jour”
Je doutais, j’te prenais pour un fou
Pona minene ya bozoba (akeyi eh)
Francy Luya Bisidi ye (a gazé oh)
Tango Noah asilisaki kosala masuwa alobaki batu nioso bakota
Bazalaki’oseka, kotshola, nzoka liwa ekoya
Ba nzete oyo baloni jour moko jamais ekobota même jour
À chacun son tour, inutile kowelela na mokili
Nazela te, na patientaki te

Minene esopi nga
Tala ndege ezangisi nga Francy Luya ooooooh
Kozanga patience na bolingo nzoka nde ememaka des fois souffrance

Je ne voulais pas de reproches alors que je me comportais mal
Crayon soki eboyi amitia na gomme ba papiers nde ekosila na kobuakama

Minene esopi nga
Tala ndege ezangisi nga Francy Luya ooooooh
Kozanga patience na bolingo nzoka nde ememaka des fois souffrance
Éliminatoire alors se fait dans le pire moment

Soki défenseur asimbi touche na carré akokamua penalty te
Trop de fautes (carton rouge)
Arbitre ya bato te Francy Luya oh

Francy Luya yokela nga yokela nga mawa
Faute avouée est à moitié pardonnée, yokela nga mawa
S’il-te-plaît mon amour Francy Luya
Francy Luya yokela nga yokela nga mawa
Faute avouée est à moitié pardonnée, yokela nga mawa

Ngai natosaki te (eliminé)
Trop de fautes (éliminé)
Ba zuwa’a bozoba (éliminé)
Matoyi mangongi

Minene na nga ekomi mikie
Nga nateyami, nga nazongi giga

Minene na nga ekomi mikie
Nga nateyami, nga nazongi giga eh

Francy Luya mon bébé oh ngai eh ah
Oh papa yaka kokota na motema oyo ya nga oyeba
Bébé na nga ya mbal’oyo nakobeta tolo pona yo
Maître Samuel Notoko nakobeta tolo pona yo
Basusu balobaka okaba molimo nzoto oteka
Mobali na nga moko
Abala nga na mbongo
Tolata alliance
Tosala mariage
Botika, botikela nga ye
Johnny le Brun le maître qui paie
Patron Jules Chris Nzabani
Jadot Makola

Francy Luya yokela nga yokela nga mawa
Faute avouée est à moitié pardonnée, yokela nga mawa

Francy Luya yokela nga yokela nga mawa
Faute avouée est à moitié pardonnée, yokela nga mawa

Francy Luya yokela nga yokela nga mawa
Faute avouée est à moitié pardonnée, yokela nga mawa

Francy Luya yokela nga yokela nga mawa
Faute avouée est à moitié pardonnée, yokela nga mawa
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Money Man – Go Get The Money Lyrics

Money Man – Go Get The Money ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – Go Get The Money ( Lyrics )

Hook

Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Let’s go

Verse 1

I’m in the spot, just me and the hitters
I’m spendin’ quality time with the killers
This bitch a forty, I altered the trigger
I took my bitch to a Miami villa
Lil mama feel safe cause she fuckin’ a shadow
I don’t understand shit but a motherfuckin’ comma
He call me that stupid shit, he a young doubter
Hate tellin’ on gang, I ain’t takin’ no
?

When you come in my crib bitch, you better come proper

?

We’ll go to war with you niggas like Gaza
Just dropped the 10 pack, the Whatchamacallit
My lil hood bitch gone top mе while rockin’ a bonnet
I’ma kick in the door with a frеsh pair of
?

Just gave out two pieces Market and Brandy
Custom made bitch
?

I’m with three hoes and turned up to Auria
These niggas ho’s they be actin’ like trannies
New York with that set like I’m
?

Shoutout my scammer, he straight from Uganda
Fuckin’ a 10 and she came from Rwanda

?

Got so many shootin’, they’ll wipe out a city
Can’t do a pushup I cannot respect you
Got money, don’t need bodyguards to protect you
Solar system got the light beam combination
I’m with the bullshit, I like confrontation

?
finna go fly up to Ashley

?

?

I Stay at the Carlton, I’m feelin’ real rich
Got a shotgun like that, cause they tryna come blitz
On the big homie, you best be respectful
Lost a whole hundred ball that shit neglectful
Yeah

Hook
x2
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Let’s go

Verse 2

My dog got a Glock 26 with a 21
Book that stuff with a honeybun
ARP
?
came with a red drone
Snatch a box from the West like I’m Calvin
?

Damn this shit must be fresh, cause it’s very stinky

?

And the AMG truck going 150
I sent 1000, I bet them hoes gone quickly
Show a millie in cash, now they feelin’ shifty
She be throwin’ that ass like a pole dancer
Got a sweet tooth, I’m burnin’ on jolly ranchers
Futuristic, I’m trappin out
?
cars
Gotta plug that bitch up, had to let it charge
They just let my dog free from
?
charge
Got a new FN stick, that bitch camoflauge

Hook

Yeah
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Yeah yeah yeah
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
Go get that money don’t stop
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Zeeba – Segredos da Vida Letra

Zeeba – Segredos da Vida Letra Zeeba Zeeba – Segredos da Vida Letra
Larga tudo e vai
Sem olhar pro medo, eu sigo em frente
Eu quero muito mais
Eu sei que eu não sou o mesmo de sempre

O tempo é um lugar
Enfeitado de memórias
Eu sei que as vezes cê me faz lembrar
Ser livre é uma escolha, é tão lindo lá fora

Ah! Se as árvores pudessem falar
Eu queria perguntar
Sobre o segredo da vida, da vida

Ah! Se tudo parece de funcionar
Se as coisas mudassem de lugar
Quem eu seria?

Larga tudo e vai
Sem olhar pro medo, eu sigo em frente
Eu não me vejo mais
Sou bem melhor, agora

O tempo é um lugar
Enfeitado de memórias
Eu sei que as vezes cê me faz lembrar
Ser livre é uma escolha, é tão lindo lá fora

Ah! Se as árvores pudessem falar
Eu queria perguntar
Sobre o segredo da vida, da vida

Ah! Se tudo parece de funcionar
Se as coisas mudassem de lugar
Quem eu seria?
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Money Man – Alpha Bay Lyrics

Money Man – Alpha Bay ( Lyrics) Letra Money Man Money Man – Alpha Bay ( Lyrics )
Chorus

One house with ten rooms, high yieldin’ in farming
I’m trippin’, I hope I ain’t fuck up this harvest
In one building, I got like three different ‘partments
I go shop at Bergdof to cop me some garments
Vegan weed, we grew this shit with some spring water (Alawais)
This shit ain’t cheap, better come with your best offer
I’m really servin’ bags, I’m not a TikToker
He hold a fifty, I pulled up with three partners
Six choppers, only the Circle, no flip-floppers
Top shelf or low deps, you know I got two options
She ride the dick like a bull, baby, don’t stop it
BOA, Navy Fed ‘drawals, niggas can’t knock it
Sometimes, I middle-man, I put the tops on ‘em
AlphaBay shit, nigga, I’m droppin’ sauce on ‘em
Let niggas get wild and I’m lettin’ off on ‘em
Verse

Fontana, I’m brunchin’, on salad, I’m munchin’
Them numbers, I’m punchin’, that dry weed is crunchy
They still finna grab it, they know it ain’t average
The bank need ID, I’ma email or fax it
Got hoes in the Czech Republic on them tablets
They makin’ them old niggas send that cabbage
We not the same, I’m out of niggas’ stratos’
I’m uppin’ that flame if niggas get too active
Got shrooms, bars, and resin, my bitch thick and sexy
This Rolex impressive, got binary weapons
Got four different spots and they all havin’ plenty
Sellin’ weed, talkin’ THC, I got my hands in ‘em
They hard to keep up with, I let my bitch run ‘em
I done went platinum, but I still got street money
I done went platinum, but I still be fried and shit
Don’t get it twisted, I’ll still come and off some shit
Routing and checking account, I devour it
Grow house need tons of the power, rerouting it
Counted out forty mil’, why they be doubting it?
Exotic bitch with me, just got through countin’ it
Niggas spend dimes, then you know we gon’ counter it
I’m good with math, so you know I’m accountin’ it
Ain’t feel like countin’, so I money counter it
Servin’ my Haitian, we met at the Mandarin
Chorus

One house with ten rooms, high yieldin’ in farming
I’m trippin’, I hope I ain’t fuck up this harvest
In one building, I got like three different ‘partments
I go shop at Bergdof to cop me some garments
Vegan weed, we grew this shit with some spring water
This shit ain’t cheap, better come with your best offer
I’m really servin’ bags, I’m not a TikToker
He hold a fifty, I pulled up with three partners
Six choppers, only the Circle, no flip-floppers
Top shelf or low deps, you know I got two options
She ride the dick like a bull, baby, don’t stop it
BOA, Navy Fed ‘drawals, niggas can’t knock it
Sometimes, I middle-man, I put the tops on ‘em
AlphaBay shit, nigga, I’m droppin’ sauce on ‘em
Let niggas get wild and I’m lettin’ off on ‘em
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BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL Lyrics

BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL ( Lyrics )
Intro: BabyTron
(Damn, Ty, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Nyah, nyah
Phew, hey
We’ll pull up with a— phew
Pull up with a— ayy

Verse: BabyTron & BLP KOSHER
Pull up with a shrink ray and turn him to a molecule
I’ll go back and forth with Tron, but we’ll still let them choppers deul
What I’m smoking give me jetlag, I smell like rocket fuel
Jitterbug dykin’, I had that strap on me in summer school
Doggy bone a burger, on the menu, he a number two
We always on time, I fuck with Ja, but won’t follow a rule
You a fucking cyber champ, like, what you got IRL?
He tried to pull up on the Dreidel Man, he tore his ACL
Caught a clotheslinе from Hell, cuddy turned to JBL
They knockеd my sandcastle down, I left ‘em lookin’ ‘round for shells
Grindelwald, Expelliarmus, in here cookin’ up a spell
Shabbat night live on the block, this ain’t SNL
Found out that your wifey on me, got you postin’, “FML”
Me and Tron sippin’ Pinot Grigio, I used to sip Propel
Vernors with a hint of Stilpane, I spiked my ginger ale
I ain’t French, but I’m gon’ give them boys sauce, bechamel
I don’t do disloyalty, won’t change up at a wishing well
Just in time, my cup runneth over, I’m talking Holy Grail
I’m a starter, you be playin’ roles, somethin’ like Tony Snell
I’m going AWOL, nationwide, not for sale
Free my unky, gave him extra time, he fightin’ cops in jail
If he dissin’, push him down the stairs, Thrasher Bust or Bail
Face card scorchin’, jewelry frozen, my life lukewarm
Nat grabbin’ on my Jew locs like they bull horns
If we catch him talkin’ to the pigs, turn him to pulled pork
Still ain’t eat no bacon ever since I hit it with the fork
On a quest, I take the ‘Wood, Elijah, Gelato Papaya
I kicked the door, but left it open for prophet Elijah
She a snake, got venomous saliva, won’t touch that vagina
She put the meat right on the plate and this ain’t jambalaya
Feelin’ blessed, but leave it to the fans, they call me Jugg Messiah
American Idol, we carry shit, no need to ask Mariah
Faded in your city, countin’ racks, I guess I’m matchin’ Tyga
I might buy my mom a motherfuckin’ mansion in Vizcaya
Leave a bitch mind blown, no bazooka in her medulla
Jumpin’ off the stage in MIA, but I am not Pouya
Quarter in the leaf, got me stoned like I seen Medusa
Florida boy forever, burn the wick, ooh, barracuda
Set up shop in college towns, it’s Lansing, then to Tuscaloosa
Chopper send him into the abyss, don’t speak on Bermuda
We’ll put a shell up on his back, turn him to King Koopa
In the Caribbean, roll the opps in Dutches, this is not Aruba
Off the water, you might catch me out with Pac in Cuba
Still dead flies, but he couldn’t hurt a fly like a Buddha
Opps cheesier than gouda, if it’s smoke, pass me the hookah
Bless your heart in Tennessee, this chopper came from Chattanooga
Rollin’ up an instrument, the zotti louder than a tuba
I would rob a cougar just to go and buy a pair of Pumas
Me and Kosher in the jungle like Timon and Pumba
I’m with A&Rs eatin’ tartar, but I don’t fuck with tuna
You a worker, I’m like Schwarzenegger, don’t get terminated
Death row, I’m bitin’ all the opps, I’m an alligator
When it’s time to serve out beef, your pussy ass a salad maker
Nonpareils on my toast for all the times I pulled a caper
When it comes to profit, we ain’t playin’, where’s the calculator?
I’m steppin’ on ‘em for a good cause, I’m an advocator
Touchdown in Atlanta, bitches thinkin’ I’m a Falcons player
It’s raining men, now it’s raining blood, we some fucking slayers
Outro
Water, ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia and the Dreidel Gang
Water, ayy, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Water, ayy, ayy

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Lady A – A Love Song Lyrics

Lady A – A Love Song ( Lyrics) Letra LadyAVEVO Lady A – A Love Song ( Lyrics)
We’re pretty good at goodbyes
Almost there’s, and second tries
A carousel of round and rounds
Of promises and let you downs

We’ve fallen in, we’ve fallen out
Let the wine let us talk about
Holidays and baby names
We play forever like it’s a game

It drives me insane

Why can’t we be a love song
That lasts ‘til the end of time
The kind that walks you down the aisle, never gets old
Always makes you smile, greatest story told
Gets the world singing along
Why can’t we be a love song

When lonely’s on the radio
I turn the dial because I know
It’s a soundtrack of you and me
I hate that most of our memories
Are some sad melodies

Why can’t we be a love song
That lasts ‘til the end of time
The kind that walks you down the aisle, never gets old
Always makes you smile, greatest story told
Gets the world singing along
Why can’t we be a love song

Oh
Every other kind of song we’ve got it covered
If we walked away I’ll always wonder
Why we couldn’t make history
That’s the broken record on repeat

Why can’t we be a love song
Oh that lasts ‘til the end of time
The kind that walks you down the aisle, never gets old
Always makes you smile, greatest story told
Gets the world singing along
Why can’t we be, why can’t we be
A love song, a love song

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