The Kid LAROI – SORRY Lyrics

The Kid LAROI – SORRY ( Lyrics ) Letra TheKidLAROIVEVO The Kid LAROI – SORRY ( Lyrics Letra)
Well, my first time, let’s see

Woke up with the Sun today, it’s another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, LA​
But that shit six months ago, I’m set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me
I’m not givin’ nothing back, I got used to gettin’ paid
But no one ever told me what I had to sacrifice for fame (Yeah)
I’m just tryin’ not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (Yeah)
I don’t wanna hear from you, I’m losin’ my temper now
Get the fuck up off my phone, I don’t wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Came back and now I still feel the same way
Fucked up, in pain
Like, why the fuck I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?
Like, why the fuck I spent two hundred sixty on these chains?
Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my range
Shit don’t make no sense
I mean, the pressure’s immense
I’m nineteen tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends and my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset ‘cause I’m always fuckin’ workin’
Shit, I expect some respect
Can’t even go on the ‘net without someone goin’ for my neck
I forget that I’m blessed, I pray to God, I hope it’s a test
‘Cause I’ve been givin’ so much, I don’t know what I got left

Hold on, baby, check the score, why the hell you talkin’ for?
How many weeks on Billboard? Top ten, like forty-four, um
That’s just one song and plus my albums, there’s a couple more
Walked in Louis, bought the store, model bitch, she love couture
All that sneak dissin’ on the internet, you must be bored
Want my reaction, but my time some shit you can’t afford
I paid like way too much for these diamonds, these bitches ain’t floored
I wake up and thank the Lord
Brand-new drink, I sip and pour it up

Uh, I do not really give a fuck
Maybach truck, I pulled it off and I’m sorry
And I do not really give a fuck
When I get high, I just get stuck and I’m sorry

(I am, I am, I am)
(I am, I am, I am)
(Sorry, sorry)
(Sorry)
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Kodak Black – Colostomy feat. WizDaWizard Lyrics

Kodak Black – Colostomy feat. WizDaWizard [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Kodak Black Verse 1: WizDaWizard
Look, ayy, I was real on the block with the pistol
Young nigga, fourteen shootin’ missiles
Yellow tape, white chalk get you issue
Yellow tape, white chalk doin’ bad
Pants down, pussy would not sag
He was fat, when he got shot he turned skinny
Drac’ ate up his face and he smell shitty
Verse 2: Kodak Black & WizDaWizard
I put a nigga in his shit back, he shitted
Yeah, that’s facts
Smokin’ opp pack, this shit thrax
I’ma plead the 5th, I shot by Saks
Sliding with no tint tryna catch
Young nigga in the tent, in the Jag’
I had went to running I got back
Promise they ain’t fucking with Lil Yak
Promise they ain’t fucking with my clique
Beat a nigga block with a stick
Yak say get ya, it’s a blitz
Headshot, bah, it’s a hit
Wiz, you know how I’m zoolin’, AR 15 with the coolin’
Nigga, what it is? What we doin’?
How you finna play it? Let’s get movin’
Bеat a nigga block all night
If we see the nigga, it’s on sight
Write that boy a lеtter, send that boy a kite
Get up on his clothes, take a nigga life
I’ma catch a body, nigga, you gon’ die
I know that you scared, I can see you eyes
(Bah, bah-bah-bah)
Fuck nigga
PCB with the spice
I’m a big ol’ Z, I’m a Snipe
I don’t petty beef, it’s for life (Know what it is)
I don’t petty beef, I’m tryna kill
Take the track device off the rim
Back seat, ride or not the middle
I’m the only who sent it, how you figure?
I’m the one who did it to that nigga
Bounce out, nigga, hydraulics
I got bitches lined up in the lobby
I ain’t Tr3yWay, I keep it shotty
I ain’t came to play, I want your body
Verse 3: WizDaWizard
I ain’t came to play, I want your soul
Your dog got shot, the nigga told
We were bendin’ back to back in the Focus
Bendin’ back to back and some more shit
His opps smokin’ on this nigga, potent
Perky got me dizzy, got me floatin’
Niggas can’t block us, too much motion
I’m tryna killl that nigga and get some more bands

Verse 4: Kodak Black
Bro jacking shit with no lotion
Infrared bean but it’s green
I’ma make a scene on the scene
They don’t call me, “Kodak” for no reason
Shoot a nigga lights, camera, action
Monkey suit on me, I got fashion
Monkey suit swingin’ with the tree branch, I don’t Crip walk, do my Z dance

Verse 5: WizDaWizard
Bend with a stick ‘fore I bend with a Glock
I’ma hit your block with a big ass chop’
Eat a nigga face on site playing with my top
You ain’t heard about me, only get the city high
Hit a scene, no ski, lettin’ of fifty shots
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Jeremih – Gold Medals Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Jeremih – Gold Medals ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Jeremih – Gold Medals ( Lyrics)
Chorus: Jeremih & Meek Mill
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense (BongoByTheWay)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yеah (Yeah, uh)
(Maybach Music)
Verse 1: Meek Mill
We was in Miami when I fuckеd you on the balcony
It was hittin’ so good, it made me put you on a salary
Takin’ all your time, I know your new niggas be tired of me
I got you actin’ allergic to these people, now you got allergies
I blessed you, ain’t no probably, I let you come and slide with me
Like Six Flags, this ain’t first class or economy
This big bag, on a big jet
Right beside me, got your mama and your auntie and them
Thinkin’ you hit the lottery like throw that shit, throw that shit, she throwin’ it
Ass fat, she showin’ it, she the baddest, knowin’ it
And I’m super savage, when you fuck me, put some ho in it
When he asks you what your place is, just tell him that’s it’s over with, for real, you and me

Chorus: Jeremih
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Verse 2: Rick Ross
You got the Richard Millie with the flooded dial
The most from out of town, they even know your style
OnlyFans is just to hold them down
Our romances on our own account, han
Mark Cuban, I live most of this rap shit (Yes)
I resort to sellin’ dust, talkin’ backflips (Yes)
My ambition, a potential, you call it urgency (Woo)
R.I.P. to Juice WRLD, he had the world to see (Woo)
I’m rollin’ up the weed, she bumpin’ Trippie Redd (Uh)
Before we go to eat, she know to give me head (Uh)
I know we in a league, competin’ by ourselves (Biggest)
I’m the only one you need, them other niggas failed
You’re not his first bitch I fucked either, baby
Chorus: Jeremih
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah (Do, do it)
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Post-Chorus: Jeremih
Do that shit (Don’t), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah

Verse 3: Rick Ross
Sit you on the top, I love to watch you levitate
Lick you from the bottom to the top and every way
Eyes closed, let me describe to you just how you taste
Put them diamonds on your neck and drape ‘em ‘round your waist
Road to riches, I could tell you that’s a bumpy road
Every pair of heels, that’s just to make you touch your toes
When I fuck you on the beach, I’m tryna touch your soul
Birthday sex, that’s only when I fuck you slow
I done shared a lot, bitch, you can get the most
I prepared the pot, so now let’s make a toast
No longer just my bitch, it’s time to take an oath
I’ve been watchin’ Jay and Bey and I’ve been takin’ notes
Real talk, Biggest, uh
Chorus: Jeremih
Don’t ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (No)
Ain’t gotta change about you, swear, that don’t make sense
The baddest, you already the baddest (You the baddest)
Do damage, love the way you do damage (You do damage)
Do that shit, love the way you do that shit, yeah, yeah

Post-Chorus: Jeremih
Do that shit (Don’t), do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah, do that
Do that shit, yeah
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Jeezy – Titanic Lyrics

Jeezy – Titanic [Lyric ] Letra JEEZY Jeezy – Titanic [Lyric ]
Jeezy – Titanic [Lyric ]
Intro
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Let’s go

Verse 1
This shit ain’t for the weak (Nah)
Grab the scuba gear ‘cause this shit get deep (Haha)
Yeah, can’t swim, nigga, you bound to drizzown
You lucky you even at the table, nigga, sit down (Damn)
Niggas ain’t got shit to show for it
You ain’t got it, nigga? Go ask your ho for it
Can’t look me in the eyes, niggas finicky
Just be honest with yourself, you still envy me (Yeah)
Cry me a river, Justin Timber’ me
It’s givin’ frenemy, I don’t like your energy
The boy ain’t mine, why we talkin’ ‘bout supportin’?
Way too real to be talkin’ ‘bout extortin’ (Haha)
TD Jakes told me, “Just pray”
And Tony Robbins told me, “Don’t play”
It’s your vision, make it happen, nigga
It’s my boat now, I’m the captain, nigga (Let’s go)
Chorus
How you let ‘em ride your wave but a nigga right beside you still hatin’? I will never understand it
Ungrateful-ass niggas, these ungrateful-ass hoes, they gon’ fuck around and sink the Titanic
They don’t care about your dreams, they don’t care about your goals, man, these niggas give a fuck about devotion
See, the hatin’ won’t quit ‘til you shipwrecked, bottom of the ocean (Go)

Verse 2
It’s hard to be real with a fake nigga
Gotta keep the antivenom for the snake niggas (Damn)
You thought he was your man, but he wants your place
Like Nicholas Cage, he wanna wear your face (Woo)
Keep your eyes open for the backstabbers, nigga
Don’t tell ‘em ‘bout your pack, they pack grabbers, nigga (Ayy)
Don’t tell ‘em ‘bout your dreams ‘cause they dream stealers
Fuck your dirty ass doin’ ‘round us clean niggas? (Haha)
Only thing worse is a fiend, nigga
To get what they want, they straight scheme, nigga
Only things worse than fent’ is the fame, nigga
Rob grown-ass man for a chain, nigga
They can never throw me off, I’m too bossy, nigga
And you know it stay up, I’m like coffee, nigga (Yeah)
Niggas started playin’ games, that’s when they lost me, nigga
Kept it straight up and down, they still crossed me, nigga (Ayy)

Chorus
How you let ‘em ride your wave but a nigga right beside you still hatin’? I will never understand it
Ungrateful-ass niggas, these ungrateful-ass hoes, they gon’ fuck around and sink the Titanic
They don’t care about your dreams, they don’t care about your goals, man, these niggas give a fuck about devotion
See, the hatin’ won’t quit ‘til you shipwrecked, bottom of the ocean
How you let ‘em ride your wave but a nigga right beside you still hatin’? I will never understand it
Ungrateful-ass niggas, these ungrateful-ass hoes, they gon’ fuck around and sink the Titanic
They don’t care about your dreams, they don’t care about your goals, man, these niggas give a fuck about devotion
See, the hatin’ won’t quit ‘til you shipwrecked, bottom of the ocean
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Josephine – Mala Lyrics

Josephine – Mala – Lyrics PanikRecordsTube Josephine – Mala – Lyrics
Στίχοι/Lyrics:
Όλα σε μια στιγμή
Όλα αλλάζουνε
Γελάνε οι θεοί
Που σχεδιάζουμε

Ήρθες στα ξαφνικά
Μια περασμένη ώρα
Μην είναι δανεικά
Όσα μου δίνεις τώρα

Μάλα μάλα μάλα
εγώ σε θέλω
Στάλα στάλα στάλα σε περιμένω
Δίπλα μου περπάτα αυτό θυμήσου
Στα αστέρια πάω μαζί σου

Δεν ακούω το μυαλό
Μόνο την καρδιά μου
Σε έχω εγώ για φυλαχτό
Βοήθα παναγία μου
Στο ‘πα πως θα μπλέξουμε
Έλα εδώ κοντά μου
Καλώς ήρθες έρωτα
Όλα πριν ξενέρωτα

Ζάλη
Στο κεφάλι
Είσαι νάρκη
Που τη πάτησα
Εγώ μαζί σου έστρωσα
Τα αστέρια να κοιμάται
Αν είναι όνειρο αυτό
Όχι μη με ξυπνάτε
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Kira7 x 3blis – Apaches Letra

Kira7 x 3blis – Apaches (Letra officiel ) Lyricsby Foshan & 3blis Letra Kira7 Kira7 x 3blis – Apaches Lyrics

Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
[formidable id=4]
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Chase & Status – 2Ruff ft. Takura Lyrics

Chase & Status – 2Ruff (Visualiser) ft. Takura Letra ChaseAndStatusVEVO Chase & Status – 2Ruff (Visualiser) ft. Takura Lyrics

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

We 2Ruff come again

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

We 2Ruff come again

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come

Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

What’s new what’s next
Hmmmmmm big money big spend
New style and trend
Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again

Hmmmmmm we 2Ruff come again
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Triple Trouble Encore WIP (Feat. –.d1) – Awemixed OST Lyrics

Triple Trouble Encore WIP (Feat. –.d1) – Awemixed OST Letra Awe Triple Trouble Encore WIP (Feat. –.d1) – Awemixed OST

Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
[formidable id=4]
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Kodak Black – Lemme See Lyrics

Kodak Black – Lemme See [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Lemme See [ Lyrics Lyrics]
I’m on 1800 Block
Zoe boy off top, Pompano
‘Cross town, got a yacht and a Glock
Bendin’ through any hood
Yellow tags, he gon’ jugg
? way, what it is?
Say the time in this bitch
? remix, swear the wick, keep it lit
Sniper Gang, cutthroat, we the new Death Row
?, Melrose, Broad County, let’s go
Whole hood behind me, ? pine tree
Ugly corner, skee-yee, on the scene screamin’ bleed
Say you ‘bout it, let me see, rep your hood, let me see
Z’s up, let me see, P’s down, let me see
Throw it up, let me see, let me see, let me see
Let mе see, let me see, let mе see, let me see
Fast music, 954, all the bloods died though
All the crooks rockin’ blue, say I’m for ?
Hit the club, it’s a movie, parkin’ lot, start shootin’
Let me see, can you do it? New Patek, red ?
Let me see you throw it back, Driftwood, where he at?
Posted up, lil’ Haiti, Haitian boy, ?
Haitian boy, ?, new dome on chrome
West Side, East Side, back park, power hype
Wanna lay on ? side, sunrise, aight
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hit a lick, chopper walk, peel all the way back
Four fifth, five dog, rest in peace Haitian Pat
Cross tracks, bayou, everybody gettin’ money
Me and ? chasin’ cards on the block, servin’ jacket
Caliou said it wasn’t happenin’, B O G, black faggot
Did a ?, keep it real, nigga play, they gettin’ killed
SG, yessir, nigga play, they gettin’ murked
SG, hell yeah, Haitian boy, ZML
Baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe
Baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see

You get wacked about me, ?, Palm Beach
Part way, Lauderdale, Haitian boy, can’t tell
? straight killer, yellow bitch, she from Dillard
Throw that ass in the mirror, hella Z’s in revere
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana – Millionaire Row Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana – Millionaire Row ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana – Millionaire Row ( Lyrics)
Got to have money, money (M-M-M—)
And more motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money (M-M-M—)
It’s all about the money right now
If you’re broke, get the fuck out
Huh, swipe, get that credit card
You need some bottles? Get that—
Chorus: French Montana & Rick Ross
More motherfuckin’ money (Swipe, haan, motherfucker)
Let me see you swipe (Luc Belaire)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan, swipe, swipe, swipe)
More motherfuckin’ money (Get fuckin’ money, swipe)

Interlude: Rick Ross
Yeah, nigga, don’t quiet now (Credit card swipe)
It’s time to spend some money, nigga (Swipe, hey, hey)

Verse 1: French Montana
Count it ‘til my finger numb, fuck a money counter (Shawty, count it, ayy, what’s ya—)
I been poppin’ them Teslas ‘fore I knew Elon Musk
Pussy wet, I might slip, niggas funny like Tip (Haan)
I get that pussy for free, but my homeboys, they pay
Then act like they in love ‘cause they need somewhere to stay (Ah)
I might pop me a shroom, pulled her head out on Zoom
And if I nut on your stomach, that’s five mill’ in your womb (Baow-baow-baow)
Brown bag, fifties, hundreds
Fuck a tab, we don’t chop it, cop the slab
Don’t leave a comment, drop a bag (Don’t leave a comment, drop a bag)
Shawty ass from DR, but her wax is Brazilian
Shawty one in a million, not one of a million
Haan (Bounce, bounce)
Little mama’s a beast
I took E off emotions, I been hot ever since (Montana, sheesh)
Chorus: French Montana
More motherfuckin’ money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin’ money

Verse 2: Rick Ross
I fucked a bitch, then she pissed, rapper niggas gon’ diss
Pay the homies to kill you, I call it minimum risk
I got personal credit, get you murdered for debit
Yes, net worth’ll triple, nigga, but that’s if you let it
Take the yacht out to France, .40 Glock in my pants
Sixty million a tour (Ha) without an advance
I’m Barrett-Jackson the cars, all you bastards at odds
Star Island for life, that’s if you’ve mastered the art
It’s time to fuck a few bitches
Fuck ‘em malicious
She love to get nasty, it’s like a fuckin’ Olympics
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Close to a billion, niggas movin’ chameleon
Conversation the money, the only thing that’s appealin’
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball

Chorus: French Montana
More motherfuckin’ money (Swipe, haan)
Let me see it
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
Let me see it, swipe (Haan)
More motherfuckin’ money
Outro
More motherfuckin’ money
More motherfuckin’ money
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog