Bres, Verde – MOTORA Letra

Bres, Verde – MOTORA ( Lyrics ) Letra BLACK MONEY RECORDS Bres, Verde – MOTORA ( Lyrics Letra )
(love made this)
(yo yo AC yo AC)
(μπάτσοι ναρκωτικά dal me dy motora)
(kam dy tre ora n’cant)
δες τι παίζει μέσα στην Αθήνα
κάνουμε τα πάντα με τα’λάνια
ξέρω πως δε γούσταρες πουτνα
τώρα μάγκας είσαι μάγκας ‘συ και με τα φράγκα χύνω κάτω τη σαμπάνια
rest in peace
με το gain cartel
γεμίζω την τσάντα με “Λεκ”
τοτέ δε πιστεύανε
τώρα σηκώνω τη “μονκλερ”
δεν είχα τίποτα να χάσω
τώρα πηγαίνω με πάσο
όταν στα μάτια σε κοιτάζω
το μυαλό μου πα(ω)’να χάσω
δεν είχα τίποτα να χάσω
όχι δε πηγαίνω πάσο
παίζω μέχρι να τα πάρω
παίζω ζάρια με το χάρο
dal me dy motora
kam dy-tre pistola
kam dy-tre ora n’cant
prej akullit tona mu kan nal
φράγκα κάνω διπλά
μπάτσοι ναρκοτηκά
έλα στη γειτονία
δες τη παίζει μέσα στην Αθήνα
με χένεση
πίνει κ’φέυγει πέναλτι
ανεβαίνω level”η”
hot boy σαν τον “Ενελι”
φουλ energy
f
ck enemies
λέει πως φώρτοσα μαγκιά
άλλα who the fck is this
το πάω τάπα θέλω όλα τα μπίσου
αν έχεις θέμα δεν είναι issue
δεν έχω συναισθήματα μίσους
p
shy boy δε γουστάρεις γ*αμήσου
ρίζες κάτω από το χώμα μέχρι Albania
με τα Euros έχω mania
παίζουν ευρώ και δολάρια
κατεβάζω από το σκάνια
dal me dy motora
kam dy-tre pistola
kam dy-tre ora n’cant
prej akullit tona mu kan nal
φράγκα κάνω διπλά
μπάτσοι ναρκοτηκά
έλα στη γειτονία
δες τη παίζει μέσα στην Αθήνα
dal me dy motora
kam dy-tre pistola
kam dy-tre ora n’cant
prej akullit tona mu kan nal
φράγκα κάνω διπλά
μπάτσοι ναρκοτηκά
έλα στη γειτονία
δες τη παίζει μέσα στην Αθήνα
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Token – KNOT Lyrics

Token – KNOT ( Lyrics ) Letra tokenhiphop Token – KNOT ( Lyrics )
Told her get in the V, don’t be a hater
And she wet up the seat like she in labor
I was warming the bench like incubators
Now I’m scorin’ the best, I’m winnin’ major
I’m just stuck with a crowd, of nosey neighbors
But I’m drunk and I’m loud, I woke the neighbors
I’ve been thumbin’ through lots, of folded paper
But the money is not my motivator
Verse
Homie, nah
Homie, nah (Homie, nah)
Homie, watch (Watch)
Imma pop
Pop like a pistol, launch like a missile, ho
And I got God with me like the pope
She put the paws on me like a dog
Had to tell her stop friskin’ like the cops, hittin’ by the road
I got squad with me like a coach
I put the pressure on him, he a ho
I make his voice wobble like he boat
Like he Lil Yachty, like he lil’ boat
I got a thot with me like a brainiac
She took a shot, turned into a maniac
I’m in the D and I’m close to a Pontiac
Doin’ donuts in back of cul-de-sac
Doin’ donuts like delivering Dunkin’
My dick ain’t dirty but it’s due for a cleaning
My money blue and I just blew through my money
It’s two different meanings, you know when you see it
I keep secrets in the back of my crib
Three reasons that I do what I did
One to get money to mama and money to all of my dogs
And all of my kids
Chorus
Told her get in the V, don’t be a hater
And she wet up the seat like she in labor
I was warming the bench like incubators
Now I’m scorin’ the best, I’m with the major
I’m just stuck with a crowd of nosey neighbors
But I’m drunk and I’m loud, I woke the neighbors
I’ve been thumbin’ through lots of folded paper
But the money is not my motivator
Told her get in the V, don’t be a hater
And she wet up the seat like she in labor
I was warming the bench like incubators
Now I’m scorin’ the besttt, I’m with the major
I’m just stuck with a crowd of nosey neighbors
But I’m drunk and I’m loud, I woke the neighbors
I’ve been thumbin’ through lots of folded paper
But the money is not my motivator
Homie, nah

Part II

Chorus
Kee-keep runnin’ ‘til we find where from
Lies comin’ off her tongue like chewed up gum
It was all young BB’s in the gun
Pre-teens, full of cum and I grew up none
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Verse
Never had a homie that I truly gave trust
Ever since the moment that I blew my name up
Never had a girl that didn’t use my name once
Plannin’ for the future like she doin’ eight months
You know what they say about the boys who got it rough?
They gonna do as they must, bro, who could blame us?
Newer age punks and I used to play drums
Used to chase funds like the group was bankrupt
Live for the love but I never live a loving day
Drink for the fun but I always drink the fun away
Not being a man, you the man that’ll run away
Not being a parent, you parent your son away

Chorus
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Kee-keep runnin’ ‘til we find where from
Lies comin’ off her tongue like chewed-up gum
It was all young BB’s in a gun
Pre-teens, full cum and I grew up none
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Kee-keep runnin’ ‘til we find where from
Lies comin’ off her tongue like chewed up gum
It was all young BB’s in a gun
Pre-teens, full of cum and I grew up none
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
Fuck havin’ a job
Bust back at the opp
Come back with a knot
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MIDAS ALONSO – McAfee Lyrics

MIDAS ALONSO – McAfee (VIDEOCLIP) PROD.BY DELSON ARAVENA Letra MIDAS ALONSO MIDAS ALONSO – McAfee Letra
Necesito una pausa, un cruci
Crucificándome primo desde que nací
Tu y yo en guerra como los Antifas y los Nazis
Guerra de armas, senegaleses con Uzis
Dominicanos fumando vareta en bici
Villalba parece Memphis
Pasa un Jeep, suena Gadafi
Abuelas y sus cruci-gramas
Solo se acuerdan de Dios cuando están en la UCI
Le corto el fly a mis butterflys (Se las corto)
Le meto 200 a Berrettini contra Monfils
Esta subiendo la puja, (???)
Me deja en el Teatro Alfil el cabify (Uber)
Mе enciendo el Chеsterfield
Con la cara de Eddie Murphy
Yendo a Arriondas con el Domin, en un Ford Fi-
A vuelta, nos trajo un taxi, for free (Aquasella)
Códigos pederastas en los dibujos de Goofy
Bebiendo Guinness en marfil
Contigo en un loft, follando hasta las tantas
Lujuria y lo-fi
El viaje y el vicio, lo paga spotify
Tu mi Melanie Griffith, yo tu Peter Griffin
Todo parecía difícil
Hasta que CR7 afino su magia en Anfield (CR7)
Ni David Copperfield
En Barna se suicido McAfee, no me fio
No confío, aunque eso dicen (No me fio)
Solo con un Beefeater, como cada finde
Bebiendo sin fin, como Barney (Como Homer)
Par de chupitos con la Yaisi
Me lleva al chino, a que me preste pasta el Rafi
Para gestionar la zona con mi suprimazo el Feat (El puto Feat)
Acaricio al perro del Yuva, un American Staffy
Fiando amistades, me quieren hacer la de Scofield
Abusan de mi confi, confidentes, street shit, traffic
Salen pa la street, otro dia en la ofi (Fifa Street)
Oficios sucios, asesinatos que dicen que son suicidios
Homicidios manipulados en edificios
Códigos QR, Drones Wifis (Micros)
Cervatillos de dos cabezas por Chernóbil
Rifeños haciendo kifi en el valle del Rifi
Ginobili domini qui
Carmelo Anthony machacando en la cara de Anthony Davis, si
Machacas por las calles
Como tenia Bart a Milhouse, también a Ralphy (Springfield)
Acuérdate cuando compartíamos el Workbook
Ahora saltando charcos juntos en la Blackworks
Gema marrón en la garganta, como dice Orslok
Voy to Russel Westbrook
No me acuerdo del PIN, como para meter el PUK
La mirada en Oslo, os lo dije que voy to Lucky Luke (Pum,pum)
Disparando en el baño Roca, la roca
I suck your pussy, mientras pincha el Nukk
Me enciendo un Lucky, al salir del Luckia
Me pongo un tema del Sunk o (???) Bunk (The wire)
Amelie Lens en modo repeat
Lebron y Wade en los Miami Heat
Me desayuno el beat como si fueran Bocabits
Sacan barras de Bitcoins, a ver vuestro profit (A ver)
Me llama Cofidis (dibus)
Primo, andamos en crisis
Dije que esta semana iba a estar fit (Es lo que dije joder)
Que me iba a apuntar a crossfit
Pues he empeñao el Samsung Fit
Y me he trillao siete porras con chocolate en el Serafín y (Ocho)
Un par de McMuffins
Se te enfría la comida al hacerte tantos selfies
Me esta buscando el Souffi
Me lo ha dicho la Sofi
C’est fini (???)

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ASAP JEXUS – JERICHO Lyrics

ASAP JEXUS – JERICHO (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) Letra Asap Jexus Subzna ASAP JEXUS – JERICHO 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
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The National – Laugh Track (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) Lyrics

The National – Laugh Track (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) ( Lyrics ) Letra The National The National – Laugh Track (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) ( Lyrics )
Losing my momentum, losing my mind
Not enough to mention, not enough time
I can’t even say what it’s about
All I am is shreds of doubt

And you don’t know how to deal with me
You don’t know how that feels
It all comes apart so easily
And you’re running out of ideas

Everything melted in less than a week
Watching it felt like forever
The lights started dimming
And then they went out
Heaven came down like a blanket
I can’t even say what it’s about
All I am is shreds of doubt

So turn on the laugh track
Everyone knows you’re a wreck
You’re never this quiet, your smile is cracking
You just haven’t found what you’re looking for yet

Turn on the laugh track
We’ll see if it changes the scene
Maybe this is just the funniest version
Of us that we’ve ever been

I think our feet are gonna slip
I think our hands are gonna shake
I think our eyes are gonna cry
I think our hearts are gonna break

Maybe we’ll never lighten up
Maybe this isn’t gonna quit
I think it’s never coming back
Maybe we’ve always been like this

So turn on the laugh track
Everyone knows you’re a wreck
You’re never this quiet, your smile is cracking
You just haven’t found what you’re looking for yet

Turn on the laugh track
We’ll see if it changes the scene

Maybe this is just the funniest version
Of us that we’ve ever been
I think our feet are gonna slip
I think our hands are gonna shake
I think our eyes are gonna cry
I think our hearts are gonna break

Maybe we’ll never lighten up
Maybe this isn’t gonna quit
I think it’s never coming back
Maybe we’ve always been like this

I think our feet are gonna slip
I think our hands are gonna shake
I think our eyes are gonna cry
I think our hearts are gonna break

So turn on the laugh track
Everyone knows you’re a wreck
You’re never this quiet, your smile is cracking
You just haven’t found what you’re looking for yet

Turn on the laugh track
We’ll see if it changes the scene
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JKING – Life In Your Hands Lyrics

JKING – Life In Your Hands ( Lyrics ) Letra JKING JKING – Life In Your Hands ( Lyrics )
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Naz Dej – Dayan Ürek Dayan Lyrics

Naz Dej – Dayan Ürek Dayan ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Naz Dej Naz Dej – Dayan Ürek Dayan ( Lyrics ) “Dayan Ürek Dayan” Sözler : (Lyrics)

Dayan ürek dayan
Herşeyi bir yalan
Sevdim o qatili
Qelbime taxt quran

İnandım gözlere
Yalancı sözlere
Dayan ürek dayan
Yandı ürek yaman

Ya meni öldür
Yada yaşat qurtar
Yada sil at meni
Sen yoxsan men yoxam

İnandı yadlara
Seni seven yara
Güvenim qalmadı
Sevenim olmadı

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チェリーボム / 優木せつ菜(CV.林 鼓子) Lyric

チェリーボム / 優木せつ菜(CV.林 鼓子) Lyric Letra (Love Live! series)ラブライブ!シリーズ公式チャンネル チェリーボム / 優木せつ菜(CV.林 鼓子) Lyric

Calling me ほんとじれったいよ
Calling me 今すぐ届け
想いが想いが想いが想いが想いがブリンク
Oh! チェリーボム

ねえ、なんて眩しいの 摩訶不思議です
君の笑顔は ものすごいパワーくれるの
ほんのちょっとだけ 欲張りなのかもね
独り占めしたい

この世界中でたったひとり
こんな気持ちにさせる人
覚悟しててよ…?
あたしだけじゃヤダ!

Oh Baby!!!
Calling me ほんとじれったいよ
Calling me 今すぐ届け
想いが想いが想いが想いがヒート!
恋の恋の味

Oh Baby!!!
Calling me ロケットみたいに
Calling me 今すぐ行くから
素直になって欲しいだけ
未熟なふたつの果実
想いが想いが想いが想いが想いがブリンク
Oh! チェリーボム

ねえ、悔しいけれど 考えちゃってる
はやる鼓動が 何よりも証拠です
理屈や理論じゃ
恋というやつには 通用しないみたい

あたしだってドキドキさせたいのに
感情のハンドリング
全然効かないよ
存在自体が反則だ!

Oh Baby!!!
Calling me どうしてくれるの
Calling me やんなっちゃうけど
想いが想いが想いが想いがヒート!
恋の恋の味

Oh Baby!!!
Calling me わかってるはず
Calling me 簡単なこと
なんたって君に会いたいだけ
未熟なふたつの果実
想いが想いが想いが想いが想いがブリンク
Oh! チェリーボム

手を伸ばせばすぐな距離
こんなに遠く感じるの

呼んでくれさえすればいいのに
…Oh Baby

Calling me ほんとじれったいよ
Calling me 今すぐ届け
想いが想いが想いが想いがヒート!
恋の恋の味

Oh Baby!!!
Calling me ロケットみたいに
Calling me 今すぐ行くから
素直になって欲しいだけ
未熟なふたつの果実
想いが想いが想いが想いが想いがブリンク
Oh! チェリーボム
この曲のフレーズを投稿する
コトバのキモチ 投稿フォーム
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GJan – Atidaviau Tau Viską Lyrics

GJan – Atidaviau Tau Viską | Lyric Letra GJan GJan – Atidaviau Tau Viską | Saulės prašiau
Kad išbučiuotų tavo gražų veidą rytais
O rasos prašiau
Kad apkabintų tavo odą mažyčiais lašais

Prieš priedainį
Gavau tau saulę, gavau mėnulį
Gavau tau kosmosą didžiulį
O tu, o tu šaltai man ištarei
„Sudie”
Priedainis
Atidaviau tau viską, ką turėjau
Kai tu man savo dūšią pažadėjai
Atidaviau tau viską, ko norėjai
Bet tau juk ir visko negana
Atidaviau tau viską, ką mylėjau
O kas blogiausia – tai ne pabaiga
Nes vėl iš naujo viską atiduočiau
Bet tau juk ir visko negana

2 eilutė
Jūros prašiau
Kad bangomis tave nuneštų ten, kur švyturiai
O meilės prašiau
Kad užsūpuotų ir apgaubtų šilko kerais

Prieš priedainį
Daviau tau jūrą, daviau tau meilę
Ir viską, ko žmogaus širdis geidžia
Tu, o tu šaltai man ištarei
„Sudie”

Priedainis
Atidaviau tau viską, ką turėjau
Kai tu man savo dūšią pažadėjai
Atidaviau tau viską, ko norėjai
Bet tau juk ir visko negana
Atidaviau tau viską, ką mylėjau
O kas blogiausia – tai ne pabaiga
Nes vėl iš naujo viską atiduočiau
Bet tau juk ir visko negana, negana
Tiltas
Negana, gana, gana
Negana, gana, gana
Negana, gana, gana
Negana, negana
Negana, a, a


Atidaviau tau visą save

Atidaviau tau

Išvadas
Viską, ką turėjau
Kai tu man savo dūšią pažadėjai
Atidaviau tau viską, ko norėjai
Bet tau juk ir visko negana

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Sha Ek – EBK Lyrics

Sha Ek – EBK ( Lyrics ) Letra Sha Ek Sha Ek – EBK ( Lyrics )
Chee ?
Young Madz
Chee on the beat
OGz the fuck up!
Uh-huhh

Chorus
EBK, niggas gotta get it
I’m a pawn staying on my pivot
When I get mad, they be saying I’m glitching
Big drop O, leave a nigga twitching
Wooski died, they left him with the fishes
Ask about gang, we fucked on y’all mistress
I got a Glock, but it don’t got a switch
Fuck Notti, he resting in piss
DD linked up with the opps, he a bitch
Die Jet, I catch me a lot, it’s lit
Like ask what we did to the six
Like ask what we did to thirty six
Hop out the Benz, and that nigga got ripped
Lefty was with me, I poked the assist
Big EMS, and I’m changing my mind
Fuck the Nick, fuck the Nine
Verse
I only fuck with the bridgе, they my slimes
Bitch I ain’t 41, they just givе me time
Like, cause I was commiting them crimes
I was poking niggas, for they dimes
PJ a 40, ain’t you free your time
Free bro, so much can say on that line
Who the fuck is these new niggas on the streets?
What the fuck is a Sweep?
Who the fuck is a NazGP?
Where the Sweeps, we spinning three deep
Really six, and we all out the G
Poke out the V, and we troopin’ on feet
?, he turn to a pea
I’m always bending through Carver
I be balling in Carver
How the fuck they be smoking my father?
I’m with the L’zz, and they screaming out L’zz
I’m in the Sweeps, and they screaming out ?
Catch me, cause I’m getting flowers
We was on timing walking in the towers
We was moving, like that shit was ours
We almost got beat, who’s knock was louder?
Grah, but I don’t give a fuck
Either way, me and bro, we don’t duck
Chorus
EBK, niggas gotta get it
I’m a pawn staying on my pivot
When I get mad, they be saying I’m glitching
Big drop O, leave a nigga twitching
Wooski died, they left him with the fishes
Ask about gang, we fuck with y’all missus
I got a Glock, but it don’t got a switch
Fuck Notti, he resting in piss
DD linked up with the opps, he a bitch
Die Jet, I catch me a lot, it’s lit
Like ask what we did to the six
Like ask what we did to thirty six
Hop out the Benz, and that nigga got ripped
Lefty was with me, I poked the assist
Big EMS, and I’m changing my mind
Fuck the Nick, fuck the Nine

Outro
Everything fucking dead nigga
Every opp, on my dick nigga
Die Y

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