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julho 7, 2023

Bryce Savage – Villain Era Lyrics

Bryce Savage – Villain Era Lyrics
She’s a bad chick with some liquor in her system
Watch out you could be her next victim
Ooh she’s like a drug in your system
Ooh I think I need a new prescription

She’s the type of girl you deal with all the crazy
‘Cause she know how to lay it down on the daily
She’ll call you daddy, call her baby
Yeah she’s a different kind of lady
She’ll make you feel some things that you have never felt before
A new sensation when she opens up that devil’s door
I think it’s over for me now
She took my chest and ripped it out

She’s in her villain era
Chapstick on with dark mascara
You better send a prayer up
Hoping that she’ll maybe spare ya

She’s a bad chick with some liquor in her system
Watch out you could be her next victim
Ooh she’s like a drug in your system
Ooh I think I need a new prescription

She’s in her villain era
Chapstick on with dark mascara
You better send a prayer up
Hoping that she’ll maybe spare ya
Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

julho 7, 2023

B-Train x PhonkRat – MOSH PITS IN MEMPHIS Lyrics

Pull up to the northside side h** d*** i love it when you pull up to the northside h**

B**** f*** a triple 6
b**** i gotta triple this bag
i dont aim to shoot got 33 up in the mag
and im posted in the paint just like ja morant
pull up to the hoop
jimmy buckets when i start to shoot
then i get the loot
but this aint fortnite
imma pull up in the dead of night
light up your house got you terrified
when i see you in the moshpit
get your ass kicked
leave the circle with a bruised lip
and a broken hip
then pick you off the floor
grab you by the shirt then throw you out the door
you aint coming back
you aint coming back no more
keep on talking s***
you gonna end up in a ditch
a menace up in memphis this a moshpit

Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

julho 1, 2023

Lyrics Baby K – M’ama non m’ama

Baby K – M'ama non m'ama (Official Video) Lyrics
Torno da casa sua fino al mio quartiere
È andata pure bene ma non mi rivedrà
Lo diceva il mio parrucchiere
Che due serate insieme non è l’America
Mi chiama Sandrina, mi sa che si fa mattina
Sto fumando con un turista inglese
Tanto cosa me ne

Arriva un’alba che brucia
E sono sopravvissuta
Perché anche se la notte è stupida
Don’t cry, baby è stupida, dove vai se
Mamma diceva che no
Non si fa m’ama non m’ama dentro una dancehall

Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
A volte dice bene ma non fidarti mai davvero
No-no-no-no-no
È colpa di un’estate, è colpa di uno shot (Okay)
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
A volte dice bene, a volte che ne sai davvero
No-no-no-no-no
Non si fa m’ama non m’ama dentro una dancehall

Regine della dancehall non hanno le corone
Ti sei tatuato le madonne, le pistole
Bad gyal escono con il silenziatore
E sanno fare “rampapapampam, rampapapam”
Pull up, baby non killarmi il vibe
Non ti rovesciare sul mio cuore bonsai
Dura solo se sei ride or die
Che fai?

Arriva un’alba che brucia
E sono sopravvissuta
Perché anche se la notte è stupida
Don’t cry, baby, è stupida, dove vai se
Mamma diceva che no
Non si fa m’ama non m’ama dentro una dancehall

Non si fa m’ama non m’ama dentro una dancehall
Non si fa m’ama non m’ama dentro una dancehall

Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

julho 1, 2023

Lyrics Blur – St. Charles Square

Blur – St. Charles Square (Official Video) Lyrics
Verse 1I fucked up
I’m not the first to do it
Must forgo now, your smile
Off the wall, beige
I’m fixtures and fittings now
Call me out, but call me

Chorus’Cause there’s something down here
And it’s livin’ under the floorboards (Ah)
It’s grabbed me ‘round the neck
With its long and slender claws
Ooh, don’t leave me here, baby
Don’t leave me completely
‘Cause I might not get back to myself at all
Post-ChorusAh, oh, ah-ooh
Ah

Verse 2St. Charles Square
This year’s migration
Basement flat with window bars
Pauli’s outside
Spare me the gloaters and the pain
I don’t want it anymore

Chorus’Cause there’s something down here
And it’s living under the floorboards
It’s up and down the clock
Of the town hall back in time
Oh, I’ll ride with you, baby
I’ll ride with you forever
But we might not get back to ourselves at all, no

BridgeTesco disco
The room is shrinking fast around me
It grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me under
Loneliness, I’ve been here before
‘Cause every generation has its gilded posers
OutroWeird vibrations in the basement
I don’t like this scene
Pauli’s ghost come back to haunt me
Think I’m gonna
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Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog

julho 1, 2023

Lyrics BARAN – ICARDI

BARAN – ICARDI (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) Lyrics

Sözler:
Başladı parti ve eğlence vakti
Eyvah basıldık memur abi
Elde Bacardi, geldi şov vakti
Hatun Wanda bense Icardi

Agalar yanımda kafalar matiz
Çekemeyen kuduruyo’ bu kadar basit
Louis V çantada kırk bin nakit
Her daim hustle baby ayıramam vakit
Sıfırdan zirveye daha yeni başlıyo’
Altımda Merso rotam hiç şaşmıyo’
Manitamı görenler hatun baya taş diyo’
Ortamın kolpası yine beni taşlıyo’
Bulaşma bana lan fuck it (siktir)
Olamaz kimse rakip (yallah)
Arabada çalıyor Buss It
Buss It Buss It

Başladı parti ve eğlence vakti
Eyvah basıldık memur abi
Elde Bacardi geldi şov vakti
Hatun Wanda bense Icardi

Vaktim dolmaz belimde tek Glock
Kolumda Daytona, etmiyo’ tik tak
Kafam iyi olsun geceleri git yak
Yanımda sarışın diyo’ “Baran hit yap”
Hem dışı hem içi yakıyor beni
Üstü Moschino sanki la Barbie
Dolgun kalçası kıvrak beli
Of bu güzelliğe eriyorum harbi
Telefonu duymadım çıkardı baştan
Sesli mesajlar “Telefonu aç lan!”
Aradım Ebo dedi “Nerdesin aslan?”
Başladı gelin hadi parti terasta

Başladı parti ve eğlence vakti
Eyvah basıldık memur abi
Elde Bacardi, geldi şov vakti
Hatun Wanda bense Icardi

Başladı parti ve eğlence vakti
Eyvah basıldık memur abi
Elde Bacardi, geldi şov vakti
Hatun Wanda bense Icardi
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junho 22, 2023

Letra Boro Boro – Delincuente (part. Elettra Lamborghini)

Delincuente (part. Elettra Lamborghini) – Boro Boro Lyrics, Letra:

Ah, isquido

Ho quattro pali di maglia ma la buco con le canne
Mentre lei muove il culo penso che anche Dio è grande, se callejero
Innamorato vero del peligro
Bevo una tequila e dopo glielo pongo a ritmo
E Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom (Elettra)
Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom
Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom (Elettra Lamborghini)

Estamos por la calle, como delinquente
L’ho detto allá mía gente, moriremo leggende
Ho una giacca di Gucci, di pelle di serpente
Matando los ratas, ratata por siempre
Chiama il tipo, prendi il tavolo, siamo in quarantacinque
El tiburón in tasca ha una quarantacinque
Plata más plata dentro la mía Fendi
Con il ferro in bocca hai l’apparecchio sui denti

Spendo tutto nella discoteca
Collane d’oro, tequila non disseta
Dice que no lo quiere pero miente
Por la calle como un perro delincuente

‘Quente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente, delinquente, delinquente
Delinquente, delinquente (ah-ah-ah-ah)

Sono con Casey, con Keida, con Rayza
Alzo soldi come pesi, cento K sulla panca
Lei ha un culo che parla, forse meglio stare zitto
Oggi ne esco lindo, bendito come Cristo
Love, love, love, sex, American Express
Ho fatto due milioni ma sto sempre sotto stress
Love, sex, lei Bosnia da Sarajevo
Fissata con l’healthy, beve solo Coca Zero
Se entro nella disco spendo più o meno il tuo stipendio
Tutti i pezzi da venti, mamma, li sto ripulendo
La tua tipa ascolta Liga, la mía pompa il reggaeton
Trovati un lavoro, portami un’altra Patron

Spendo tutto nella discoteca
Collane d’oro, tequila non disseta
Dice que no lo quiere pero miente
Por la calle como un perro delincuente

junho 14, 2023

Lyrics BBG Steppaa x Sugarhill Ddot – Spinnin’

Fuck 40 Cal., man You know that we smoke ‘em
I told Rose just to pass me the bolder
I don’t know how they dissing my dead’s
Like all of they friends on they side, yea they dead
JayRip, Nazzy, C-Hi, Blay
All them niggas is dead in the grave
That’s on bro niggas got me on hots
I told BBG pass me the chop, Ima Flock
Don’t forget that’s it’s still free 30
Always on court, 14 on my jersey
See the Gz, Ima clear up the scene
Smoking on Dummy, got put on a T
Like, all Amiri on my body
Fuck that, I just been smoking on Lotti
On court tryna make every basket
Catch a 9 rack and Ima get the clap’n

They know I keep a heater for all of my opps
And we spinnin’ if we get the drop
They know we winning they easy to pop
We addicted to sinning and squeezing dem glocks
They spun the B now we beating they block
This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot
Bro let it sing make ‘em bleed with a chop
We gon bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot

We hit they block now they running track meet
Can’t no opp ever say that he packed me
DaDa keep rappin got jumped and ain’t clap heat
Should’ve been us to catch him would’ve clapped ‘em
And I stay with a gun we don’t do no lacking
You could run either way imma blast it
You ain’t gone blow that lul nigga pass it
Bullets we throw that like we in Madden

Like, fuck Diddy
Yea I stay on that shit
If I catch me a goon, Ima flare at the whip
4-5 hit is mind, yea I stay with a grip
I know a oppa that got shot in his Leg
And the other one died in the whip
That could never be me
Would of up’d my blick

Like, like we tryn catch one head out the V
And we spun and they fled made ‘em bail on they feet
I know a opp use his head for his meat
Almost died to these bitches tryna get some cheeks
It’s a new nigga dissin’ every week
Niggas ain’t do shit to be saying it’s beef
I keep my led every day of the week
Nigga why is you scarred if you up in these streets

junho 14, 2023

Lyrics Babyface Ray – All Star Team

Lyrics Babyface Ray – All Star Team
[Intro]
I just need my space right now

[Verse]
I’m a all-star team, far from a rookie
Look, we graveyard shiftin’, I don’t rock, nigga, fuck it
Mr. Rock a Plain Jane but the Audemars stompin’
I was always taught, boy, you better shoot if you gon’ up it
[?] in Chanel, finna blow a bag
You can’t be like me if you ain’t never worked the scale
I’m a couple houses down, I’m just waitin’ on the mail
I’ll break his bitches, front row, still yellin’
Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle
I’m God’s son, but it’s Demons on the Chally
Niggas think it’s sweet ‘til they stinkin’ in that alley
Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a fifty
Spent a whole ten, bust some sneakers outta Ricky
They let ‘em play tough ‘til it’s time to do a mission
I ain’t tryna kick it, I don’t wanna talk
Eighty-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft
Forty on a necklace, that’s just how I thank God
And my young nigga chasin’ down Tayshaun
She thirsty, got her playin’ with it on FaceTime
I’m standin’ on the couch, smokin’, throwin’ gang signs
The vision gettin’ clearer, in a different light now
The Perkies for the trauma, it just numb the pain now
You was in the back, but you do your thing, huh?
You fuck bro couldn’t fuck me, don’t feel ashamed, ma
I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy
I flew her to an island, damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin’ and he cookin’ dope, out the same pot
In the trenches, I’m the same nigga, little fame now
The coupe so fast, you could dodge a raindrop
Nigga [?] so bad, he done got his main robbed
Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot
Fuck ‘em, I cut ‘em down like I threw a spade out
All look fresh as hell like I got it laid out
First I went through hell, but I’m gettin’ paid now
Poured it out the seal, couldn’t find a baby bottle
All my niggas trappin’, somethin’ like my baby mommas
Yeah, I fuck up a check, I won’t even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin’ hard? ‘Cause a nigga hate the bottom

junho 14, 2023

Lyrics BOBBY VANDAMME – YAMAHA

Lyrics BOBBY VANDAMME – YAMAHA
[Songtext zu „Yamaha“]

[Part 1]
Seit dem zwanzigsten Lebensjahr war sie kein Mal mehr nüchtern
Eigentlich war sie vor ihrer Junkie-Zeit noch schüchtern
Alles hat begonn’n mit ihren Zuhältern auf Rückbank
Weil sie sich nur einmal für dеn falschen Mann gebückt hat
So läuft es halt, siе wird auf der Straße alt
Mentalität Asphalt, Gedanken sind zwiegespalt
Während dieser eine kleine Gova aus dem Bolzplatz
Mit Tijara gelernt hat, wie man aus der Scheiße Gold macht
Ist Iba’ash am lauern wegen Verdacht auf ein’n Mordschlag
Doch ist ihm scheißegal, solang er seine Tasche vollmacht

[Pre-Hook]
Kann dir nicht erzählen, wie es läuft, Mann
Doch ich kann dir sagen, wo es hinführt
Hundert zehn KGs in Treppenhäuser
Können einen schnell hinters Licht führ’n

Flucht vor Siren’n aufm Yamaha, hinter mir Gendarma
Hab’n keine andre Wahl, hol’ das Stoff aus der Garaga
Der kleine Gova will das Lowa, denn er kam in Kontakt mit dem Koka
Und die Bitch ist wieder auf Droga, denn sie kifft ihre Sorgen ins Koma

[Part 2]
Dein Leben hängt ab von ‘ner Patron
Der erste gelbe Brief war der Warnschuss
Jetzt verteilt er weiße Bälle so wie Cantona
Hemmschwelle singt für den RS Quattro
Kriminelle Vorbilder wie Tony M. (Ah-ah)
Immer vor al Polis renn’n (Ah-ah)
Er wollt doch nur mal probieren
Jetzt ist Koks ziehen seine Routine
(Gova) Du stellst dein Glück auf die Probe
(Gova) Vertrautest lieber der Droge
(Gova) Machtest die Rechnung ohne (Patrona; ah-ah)

[Pre-Hook]
Kann dir nicht erzählen, wie es läuft, Mann
Doch ich kann dir sagen, wo es hinführt
Hundert zehn KGs in Treppenhäuser
Können einen schnell hinters Licht führ’n

[Hook]
Flucht vor Siren’n aufm Yamaha, hinter mir Gendarma
Hab’n keine andre Wahl, hol’ das Stoff aus der Garaga
Der kleine Gova will das Lowa, denn er kam in Kontakt mit dem Koka
Und die Bitch ist wieder auf Droga, denn sie kifft ihre Sorgen ins Koma
[Outro]
Flucht vor Siren’n aufm Yamaha, hinter mir Gendarma
Hab’n keine andre Wahl, hol’ das Stoff aus der Garaga
Der kleine Gova will das Lowa, denn er kam in Kontakt mit dem Koka
Und die Bitch ist wieder auf Droga, denn sie kifft ihre Sorgen ins Koma

junho 14, 2023

Lyrics BILLA JOE x Summer Cem – emotions

emotions Lyrics
[Songtext zu „emotions“]

[Intro]
(Geenaro)
(So, I’m goin’ to Ghana)

[Hook: BILLA JOE]
Ich spiel’ mit deinen Emotions, lass fliegen, Baby, steig ein
Trinkst viel, der Beach ist dein Laufsteg, deine Bikinistreifen sind heiß
Mercedes Wagen, bin pünktlich, schon längst geparkt auf den Streets
Cartier am Arm macht dich glücklich, dein Ex hat dich nicht verdient

[Part 1: Summer Cem]
Hola, Mamacita hat ‘nen Big Fat Butt wie ein X6-Truck
Lange Beine, schmale Taille, alles sitzt exakt, Kafa lit as fuck
Eskalation auf [?] und Patrón
Check, Babam, check, ich bin next Level stoned
Undercover Trapcalls auf Blackberry-Phone
Da-das der Million-Dollar-Chefsesselflow
Siki duftet nach Gypsy Water, frisch geordert bei Mister Porter
Misserfolg hab’ ich nicht im Wortschatz
Hab’ noch kein’n geseh’n der meinen Klickrekord knackt

[Pre-Hook: Summer Cem]
Baywatch, auf der Yacht sechs Girls
Steph Cur’ with the shot, yes sir
Bunte Diamonds sind ein’n Grund zu bleiben
Baby, lass mich heute deine Wunden heilen, oh yeah

[Part 2: BILLA JOE]
Du-du brauchst heute Nacht kein Geld (Geld)
Karre voll getankt, fahr’n schnell (Schnell)
Santorini Beach, smoke Weed (Weed)
Denn ich hatte nie ein’n Plan B (Yeah)
Spürst du die Connection?
Das ist mehr als bisschen Hobby, das ist Passion
Die Louis-Duffle ist für mich nur ein Investment
Ja, ich balle hart, doch ich kann Kobe nicht ersetzen
Oh God, Lippen sind so soft
Ich hol’ uns paar Mojitos, ignoriere die Phonecalls
Woher komm’n deine Eltern? Ich mein’, wie du das R rollst
Ich schwöre, ich halt’ jede deiner Kurven für wertvoll -!: that’s on God
[Pre-Hook: BILLA JOE]
Handygallerie ist voller Nudes
Modelbody unter den Dessous (Kein Spaß)
Gold-Chains und Saruch
Meine Louis-Sweater steh’n dir gut und du weißt das