Tate McRae – grave (Live at SNL) Letra TateMcRaeVEVO Tate McRae – grave (Live at SNL)
Verse 1
One chance, two chances of three
Think I got too much sympathy, yeah
I hold my grudges like I held you
How does me tryin’ to fix it
Turn into “I’ll just forgive it”?
One chance, two chances were lost on you
Pre-Chorus
You can only dig the grave so deep
Before you start to take me down with you
With you, with you
Chorus
I could never make you want me like I wanted to be wanted
I could never really change you like I thought that I could
I was tryna make us somethin’ out of nothin’, we were nothin’ at all
You can only dig the gravе so deep
You can only try to save somethin’ that’s not already gonе
Verse 2
So, you’ve been goin’ out with all your boys
I’m crazy if I called you, right?
Tables turned, now I’m out
And you just called, like, thirty times
Always a funny thing
Watchin’ the tough guy plead
Oh, baby
Pre-Chorus
You can only dig the grave so deep
Before you start to take me down with you
With you, with you
Chorus
I could never make you want me like I wanted to be wanted
I could never really change you like I thought that I could
I was tryna make us somethin’ out of nothin’, we were nothin’ at all
You can only dig the grave so deep
You can only try to save somethin’ that’s not already gone
Post-Chorus
That’s not already gone
That’s not already gone, no
Bridge
You had me, you had me for a minute
The sad thing is you never would admit that you had me
You had me for a minute there (Ooh)
You had me, you had me for a minute
The sad thing is you never would admit that you had me (You had me for a minute there, no)
You had me for a minute there
Chorus
But I could never make you want me like I wanted to be wanted
I could never really change you like I thought that I could
I was tryna make us somethin’ out of nothin’, we were nothin’ at all
You can only dig the grave so deep
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Verse 1
We lettin’ it pop from the drones
This is cocaine and morphine, Watson and Holmes
This is ? opulent homes
Revival of dead organism, obvious clones
It was pack boys outside, pockets of stones
It’s a headshot, blowin’ off the top of his comb
Anybody have a muhfuckin’ problem is owned
I could write it or recite it off the top of the dome
This muhfucka was slippin’, God got at his home
And the cold ?
You munafiqun, you speak with a sorcerer tone
This a chainsaw, comin’ in a torturous mode
It ain’t take a lot to spot you, you a doofy
It ain’t take much for me to clock you as a goofy
?
Richard ? gave battle in vain
Chorus
I’m tryna get away
There’s drama on the way
They hit me with the RICO
They always got they eyes on me
I’m tryna get away
There’s drama on the way
They hit me with the RICO
They always got they eyes on me
Verse 2
No chirpin’ allowed
I got a body count that’ll make Berkowicz proud
This is a XM-7, it’ll turn it around
Turn your Giorgio Armani to a surgery gown
Yeah, smoked salmon and fine bourbon
And I will put a mop on your head like I’m ?
Nine mob guys and ?
You not poppin’, you not ridin’, you not workin’
Triple fat goose with the furs on ‘em
Cowboy boots with the spurs on ‘em
How is that your brother if you turn on him?
OG look like worm and he got a perm on him
Who is really cookin’ the coke?
This a custom Glock 19, look at the scope
I’m not gamblin’ with law of average
None of us is dancin’, we blammin’, we all savage
Chorus
I’m tryna get away
There’s drama on the way
They hit me with the RICO
They always got they eyes on me
I’m tryna get away
There’s drama on the way
They hit me with the RICO
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Tate McRae – greedy (Live at SNL) Letra TateMcRaeVEVO Tate McRae – greedy (Live at SNL) Lyrics
He said, “are you serious”
I’ve tried but I can’t figure out
I’ve been next to you all night and still don’t know what you’re about
You keep t-t-talking
But not much coming out your mouth
Can’t you tell that I want you?”
I say, yeah
I would want myself
Baby please believe me
I’ll put you through hell just to know me yeah yeah
So sure of yourself
Baby don’t get greedy
That just won’t end well
No, it won’t end well
I see you eyeing me down
But you’ll never know much past my name
Or how I’m running this room around
And that I’m still half your age
Yeah, you’re l-l-looking at me like I’m some sweet escape
Obvious that you want me, but I said
I would want myself
Baby please believe me
I’ll put you through hell just to know me yeah yeah
So sure of yourself
Baby don’t get greedy
That just won’t end well
No, it won’t end well
He said, “I’m just curious
Is this for real or just an act
Can’t tell if you love or hate me
Never met someone like that
Drive me so so so crazy
Did you know you got that effect?”
I said, “lemme check”
Yeah
I would want myself
Baby please believe me
I’ll put you through hell just to know me yeah yeah
So sure of yourself
Baby don’t get greedy
That just won’t end well (end well)
No, it won’t end well
I would want myself
I would want myself
I would want myself
I would want myself
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2Pac – Hit ‘Em Up (Edited Version) ( Lyrics ) Letra 2PacVEVO 2Pac – Hit ‘Em Up (Edited Version) ( Lyrics )
Intro: 2Pac
I ain’t got no friends
Yeah, I’ma do this track
Westside!
MOB, Bad Boy Killa!
Hahahaha, hey fat boy…
Verse 1: 2Pac
First off, touched your chick and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I bust your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, brothers touched for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. are some mark-ass tricks
We keep on coming while we gunning for your jewels
Steady rushing, while we busting at them fools
You know the rules
Lil’ Caesar go ask your homie how I’ll leave you
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don’t conversate with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly hair off the streets
You little weave! I’ll let them suckas know it’s on for life
Don’t let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get your caps peeled
You know, huh
Hook: 2Pac
See, Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh
Who shot me, but your punks didn’t finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit ‘em up
Interlude: 2Pac
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin’
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse 2: Hussein Fatal
Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo’, pass the MAC
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain’t never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I’m servin’ ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank ‘cause I’ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than a block that I’m runnin’ through
And I’m smokin’ Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour
I push packages every hour; I hit ‘em up!
Hook: 2Pac
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh
Who shot me, but your punks didn’t finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
Busta, I hit ‘em up
Verse 3: 2Pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin’ killed with your mouths open
Tryin’ to come up off of me you and the clouds hopin’, smokin’ dope
It’s like a Sherm high, brothers think they learned to fly
But they burn little suckers you deserve to die
Talkin’ about you gettin’ money but it’s funny to me
All you suckers livin’ bummy while you messin’ with me
I’m a self-made millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the trick that I let you sleep in the house
Now it’s all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight, with my A-K
I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta I’ll Hit ‘Em Up
Verse 4: Kadafi
I’m from N-E-W Jers’ where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil’ Cease
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees, coppin’ pleas in de Janeiro
Big Momma, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
Please tell me is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin’ up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean
You’s a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to your face you ain’t nothin’ but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke
Gun totin’ smoke, Outlawz we ain’t no joke
Thug Life, cowards better be knowin’
We approachin’ in the wide-open, gun smokin’
No need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
I got ‘em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
HAHA, I hit ‘em up!
Outro: 2Pac
Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is
Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die
California love, California thug
You know what time it is
Bad Boy Killa
Mobb Deep Killa
Chino XL Killa
Much love to Smif-N-Wessun, Freddie Foxxx, Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
Keep it comin’!
Westside!
You know what time it is
All my real homeboys in Jersey, get up!
Outlaw! Thug Life! to die
Westside, Outlaw
Live it up or give it up, busta
Hahahaha, Yeah!
You know what time it is
Love bout you, hate about me
Gun talkin’ automatic mini’s`
Eleven’s, fo’teens
Whatever!
You wanna see us? Have you punks wannabe’s
Bad Boy Killa, we the realest, whatever!
We got, together, Outlawz!
Thugs to the realest, feel us, All you suckas die!
Slow, my fo-fo’, go, bow-bow
Kastro, EDI, close my foes
Without love, no love, do ya
You knew it!
It came with it, we bought it, record it, THUG LIFE!
Forever, together, we ride, we die, we high
FOREVER!
THUG LIFE!
OUTLAW RIDAHZ!
Westside!
M.O.B.!
Big Voice – Big Food | Lyrics Letra BigVoiceVEVO Big Voice – Big Food | Lyrics
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MANIA – Time Of Our Lives | Liquid DnB | NCS Letra NoCopyrightSounds MANIA – Time Of Our Lives Lyrics
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Build-Up
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Drop
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Verse
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Pre-Drop
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Drop
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Verse
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Build-Up
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Drop
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
Let’s make this night, the time of our lives
Outro
I wanna rush with you in the morning
I wanna learn to feel more alive
I want the stars to never be lonely
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Los Farmerz x Los Hijos De Garcia – El Buenazo [En Vivo] Letra Rancho Humilde Los Farmerz x Los Hijos De Garcia – El Buenazo [En Vivo]
Voy bajando de la sierra una polvadera traigo dos hombres en la cajuela vestidos casual y armados la 38 que cargó varias veces me ha salvado
Sin placas pasan las trocas son tres letras que respaldan el chaleco es antibalas jgl le resalta un cincuenta va en la caja los cuernos y lanza papas
De culiacan a los mochis se hace cortito el camino saludos mi compadrito allá por maza lo miro con la banda en la playita con morras y mis amigos
Se escucha un grupo norteño alfiló de la montaña aterriza una avioneta así el personaje viaja el viejon sigue en la cima ni encerrado de hay lo bajan
Se oyen claves por los radios punteros y coordenadas se ven pasar en blindadas todos con pasamontañas la empresa sigue bien firme escuela del viejo cargan
De morro fui pobrecito solo soñaba en fortuna me tocó vender naranjas como el niño de la tuna cuídense mucho plebada que esta vida solo hay una Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Jungle – Palm Trees ( Lyrics ) Letra Jungle4eva Jungle – Palm Trees ( Lyrics )
Here we come
Palm trees
Through the dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
Here we come
Palm trees
Through the dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
Freedom
In my body
Was so real
Give me fever
In the party
I can’t wake up
Here we come
Palm trees
Through the dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
Freedom
In my body
Was so real
Give me fever
In the party
I can’t wake up
Here we come
Palm trees
Through the dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
Here we come
Palm trees
Through thе dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
No one like mе
Here we come
Palm trees
Through the dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
No one like me
Here we come
Palm trees
Through the dust
I see
In your love
I’m free
No one like me
Kooly Bros – RIZZ ( Lyrics ) Letra Kooly Bros Lyrics Kooly Bros – RIZZ ( Lyrics )
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Jay Hound x Jay5ive – No Label ( Lyrics ) Letra SweepersENT. Jay Hound x Jay5ive – No Label ( Lyrics )
KZ On The Beat
Catch me a real one
Like, word to bro
Ttgz do hits
Free Sdot Go
Grah, grah, boom
Free Nazzy, Nigga
Chorus: Jay Hound
I was thirsty to catch me a real one
They gon’ see how I get when that deal come
Pushing the buttons for nothing is still nothin’
Shit be making me wanna go drill sum’
Sit in the stu, writin’ shit every night
Don’t even feel like I did nothin’
Still in the hood, I’m supposed to be livin’ my life
Feel like I gotta go kill sum’
Verse 1: Jay Hound
I start bugging, they know what we on
I’m with the niggas that really put on
Need 5ive for the show, bro, I’m tryna perform
Thotties be buggin’ when they hear my-
When they hear my song
Got a lil baddie, shakin’ in her thong
Stealin’ the wave but they doing it wrong
Verse 2: Jay5ive
Me and bro flock ‘em while we get along
She know that I’m not one of them niggas
That be the reason she take off her thong
I ain’t tryna party with none of you bitches
‘Cause y’all be the reason that niggas is gone
I’m tryna bend through his block with my switches
And send ‘em to all of the names on his arm
Why when I up, everybody start dippin’?
I think they afraid what I got in my palm
I think there’s a bitch in the spot tryna line me
She ain’t using her head, and that’s word to my mom
Like word to my deads, I’ll flick on anybody
When I back out my gun, I turn into James Spann
Neaky and Ek, y’all niggas be snitches
Boy looking like Jerry, and the other one Tom
Brodie on woo, we been flockin’ forever
And I think it’s the reason why we got a bond
She fell in love the way I fuck her
Now she tryna put me on porn.com
Free all my sweepers, out of the the system
‘Cause I ride with all my guys, right or wrong
