Mishlawi – Single Sounds Better ( Lyrics ) Letra mishlawi music Mishlawi – Single Sounds Better ( Lyrics )
Chorus:
When I fell for you I didn’t choose it
And what’s real is so damn hard to find
You put your hand in your heart tryna prove it
But you could not do the same with your pride
All along, all along
Ooh the problem was you it’s not I
And I couldn’t do it
Don’t wanna lose it
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Verse:
You can come pick up all of your shit when you ready
I already put it outside the door just for you
I don’t mean to make a great ol’ big scene and be petty
I ain’t mean to call you a bitch when I did but fuck it you did what a bitch do
You was always getting on my top (mhm)
Tryna teach you what love like
It’s hard, it’s something you never got
(Cause she in love with money, fame, and them drops)
You the one that had to force me to face it
The real reason we never made it (oh)
Chorus:
When I fell for you I didn’t choose it
And what’s real is so damn hard to find
You put your hand in your heart tryna prove it
But you could not do the same with your pride
All along, all along
Ooh the problem was you it’s not I
And I couldn’t do it
Don’t wanna lose it
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid
Oh but single sounds better
Single sounds better than stupid Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Manuellsen x Karbal – GERÜCHTE 4 Lyrics Letra Manuellsen Manuellsen x Karbal – GERÜCHTE 4 Lyrics
Yeah
I treat these niggas like the niggas me treated, man
Ah
Jeder kennt jemanden, der was zu melden hat
Jeder kennt jemanden, der drückt die Hälfte ab
Jeder kennt jemanden, der wurd zum Kelb gemacht
Doch ich hab’ Killer in derselben Stadt, Diggi, also geh
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Deshalb hab’ ich Neuner auf dem Rücksitz
Ah
Habibi, gestern warst du glücklich
Ah
Aber glaub mir, heute drück’ ich, drück’ ich, yeah
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Und jetzt woll’n sie aus dem Schatten an mein’n Thron
Sie sind Ratten wie gewohnt, but you’re fuckin’ with the G.O.A.T., nigga
Sie komm’n und machen Nazar auf mein Brot
Doch [?] sind im Kofferraum, sonst alles wie gewohnt, Nigga
Was nicht mit uns ist, ist gegen uns und Opp
Opp
Red-white, Bloody City, alles für den Mob
Bloody City
Fick’ ich Internet, Twitter und so Action
Bin nicht Herkules, doch glaub mir, dieser Triggerfinger [?], Diggi
Wuh
Mousa runnt die Lippen aus der Wüste
Seine Ehre liegt bei uns zerstückelt in ‘ner Tüte
Wollt mit Eltern reden, nur der Bastard stellt sich tot
Diggi, ja, was soll ich sagen? Wie der Vater, so der Sohn
Du Hund
Diggi, mach mir nicht von Dubai aus auf Hip-Hop [?]
Die GLOCK lässt die Verdammten hier im Zickzack spring’n, Digga, ey-yo
Du-du
Nein, Manuellsen, er ist [?]
Volles Magazin und ich kill’, chill
Ah
Nah, einma’ hab’n sie Codein gesippt
Eh
Jetzt denken, sie sind Rapper, sie verkaufen sich für Klicks
Ah, Scheiße, sie verkaufen sich für nix, Diggi
Scheiße, sie verkaufen sich für nix, Diggi
Extrablatt, Extrablatt, M. ist am ausrasten
Twitch-Hype ist real wie ein Pfeil in ihren Augapfeln
Ah
Und Bitches, die mich haten, nahm’n kein Hak
Lak, Allah ist der Größte, Hobi, I don’t give a fuck, Diggi
Huh
Lak, du findest mich im Pott
Bin der Größte unter ihnen, but der Niedrigste vor Gott, Diggi
My name rings bells like a monk
Ey
Mann, trotzdem bin ich jeden Tag mit Hells an der Front, Diggi
[?] mit bella Figur
Befrei’ meine Brüder, free Fero, free Uğur
Fitna wird bestraft, Bruder, keiner wird dir helfen
Warte ma’, da kommt der Shu Habibi Manuellsen
Ah
Jeder kennt jemanden, der was zu melden hat
Jeder kennt jemanden, der drückt die Hälfte ab
Jeder kennt jemanden, der wurd zum Kelb gemacht
Doch ich hab’ Killer in derselben Stadt, Diggi, also geh
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Deshalb hab’ ich Neuner auf dem Rücksitz
Ah
Habibi, gestern warst du glücklich
Aber glaub mir, heute drück’ ich, drück’ ich, yeah
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You ( Lyrics)
I see all of the fake love, and
I know this shit too good to be true
M-M-M-M-M
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Double M, hall of fame, nigga
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
I’ll die ‘bout this shit
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you, so without a doubt, I’ll murder ‘bout this shit
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh, in the name of love, nigga
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
Huh
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
With Meek
Look at they body language, they nervous
Let’s get it, nigga
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
All these other niggas stayin’ clear, nigga
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Shots fired
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Shots fired
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
Huh
They don’t really love you
Don’t be scared to die now
They don’t really love you
‘Cause it ain’t no love
Interlude: Rick Ross
Ain’t no love
And we’ll really die ‘bout this shit, remember that, M-M-M
Verse 1: Rick Ross
Quarter mill’ or what it feel, I just wanna build
Niggas watchin’ pockets, now you the one they wanna kill
Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
Storm the block like kamikaze niggas in the plane
Is he a superstar? The bitches know his name
I got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
I keep my niggas close, watch what your people post
I let the haters sub, I turn ‘em into ghosts
Rarely is it love
What?, never is it love
What?
It’s too good to be true when you livin’ like a thug
Richest in the city, really ain’t no fuckin’ with me
Ain’t no fuckin’ with me
Pointin’ at you pussy niggas, ain’t no pun intended
Woo
I done seen the low, I done seen the high
I done seen it all, still bein’ penalized
Grrah
Do it for my dawgs
Dawgs, see it in my eyes
Eyes
Kill ‘em for the cause, nigga, Ricky on the rise
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Ain’t no genuine love, none, M-M-M
Verse 2: Rick Ross
Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer
Gave my word to my niggas, so you gotta play it fair
Shots fired, niggas duckin’, so motherfuck the money
Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me
Huh
Take a page of the Bible, pray your cup, it overflow
Once they made me an idol, slay ‘em with some other flows
Once they gave me the title, time to buy another Rolls
Once I aim at my rival, boy, I took his mama soul
Ain’t no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
Co-defendant snitchin’, indictment in the envelope
Free Slime, he doin’ time because they done him wrong
Wish him well, let’s flip and sell until he gettin’ mail
I kept it real with my niggas and never got a hug
Shed a tear for my niggas and always called it love
I gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
And I still write you a letter and do that every month
Huh
Chorus: Meek Mill
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Post-Chorus
But I won’t stop now
MMaybach Music
Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics )
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower?
You wastin’ my time ‘cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got them bales in the kitchen, no cap ‘cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin’ it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil’ bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb, I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy, that pack right here stupid, it stankin’ and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that thеy fat and they chunky
They gon’ do it for free, they gon’ turn down thе money
Finna hire some ‘migos to cut down the harvest
I ain’t cash out the plug ‘cause he sent me some garbage
Verse
If we took all your bands, nigga, you better charge it
We dumping these bags out of luxury apartments
We fifteen deep in this crib, but it’s three-hundred bubbas
When play walk inside, niggas clutchin’ they cutters
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button
Got plants all around, we gon’ care ‘em and cut ‘em
He havin ‘bud, but it’s smellin’ like nothin’
Sell thirty a day, yeah, we got this bitch jumpin’
Real estate, I’m havin’ houses to sprout in
These bags from Tulsa, I drove ‘em through I-10
He want these prices, he tryin’ to get locked in
Filter a fan, so we keepin’ the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Beal
Made it off reefer, ain’t have a deal
Used to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin’ no Neil
My lil’ vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on Panola, I’m turnin’ ‘em over
This blick, it bipolar, this bitch get to spitting
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin’
So If I reach for it, it’s gon’ be a killin’
Tryna show love, but you can’t ‘cause they might think you weak
So my prices is higher than heaven
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin’, I pulled up and gave him a blessing
Chorus
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower?
You wastin’ my time ‘cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got them bales in the kitchen, no cap ‘cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin’ it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil’ bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb, I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy, that pack right here stupid, it stankin’ and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that they fat and they chunky
They gon’ do it for free, they gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire some ‘migos to cut down the harvest
I ain’t cash out the plug ‘cause he sent me some garbage Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Mozzy – FREE JUJU ( Lyrics ) Letra MozzyVEVO Mozzy – FREE JUJU ( Lyrics )
Free Lil Ju, that’s on the woops, I wish they gave him bail
I would’ve been grabbed him
If I’m a bitch like niggas say, you should’ve been bagged me
Yeah, Avenues
Verse
Ain’t going back to that cell
Still winning when I add up these L’s
To the neck ‘cause I won’t rat on myself
It was days I was hurting, but my pride wouldn’t let me ask you for help
High-speeding, do the dash in a dell
That wasn’t even our load
Since you know me, name a time when I froze
Real nigga, not the one you expose
What’s the price on the poles?
Ring me up, I plan on blessing the hood
How you blow up and ain’t check on the hood?
That could never be me
Blew the Interscope check on the hood
Stuffed the opposition dead in the ‘Wood ‘cause it’s forever smokey
Fun-sized AR’s shells hella bulky
Remove the high beams and telescopie, yeah
I’m still in Cali’, I can’t tell they want me
Pursuing every lead that fell upon me
We proactive with it
He took his scary ass to Houston when we clapped a nigga
And that’s on Jakey, go and ask the nigga
HGM General
They ain’t get no money, niggas acting like it’s difficult
First time in Slausen, blew a fifty ball with Enphico
You know I fuck with Ben Ballin
The labels been calling way before I signed with Gotti, but they ain’t get me righteous like he got me
Slidin’ with these sticks, masks on, game of hockey
Turning down the Trist’, preferably fuck with Wocky
Pour it in a blue cream frosty if you will, ayy
He ain’t tag his jeweler when he copped, then it it ain’t real
Middle of that Arden Mall, go, we know the deal
Killers ain’t gon’ chill unless I tell ‘em chill
It’s several M’s in my account, amount to all them L’s
The pack landed, he confirmed by texting, “All is well”
And lil’ mama said she looking for a real nigga
Shouldn’t be that hard to find ‘cause they all in jail
Free Lil Ju, that’s on the Woop, I wish they gave him bail
I would’ve been grabbed him
If I’m a bitch like niggas say, you should’ve been bagged me
(Let the beat ride out, Ju’)
If I’m a bitch like niggas say, you should’ve been bagged me Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Maria Becerra, Chencho Corleone, Ovy On The Drums – PISCINA (Official Letra) Letras, Lyrics: Maria Becerra, Chencho Corleone, Ovy On The Drums – PISCINA (Letra)
[Intro: Maria Becerra]
Hay un party en la piscina
Todo el mundo sigue mirándonos
¿Por qué no nos vamos para una esquina?
Y seguimos devorándonos
El día estaba bien mal, mal, mal
Pero tú estás mejorándolo
Tú a mí me tienes bien mal, mal, mal, woh-oh-oh
[Estribillo: Maria Becerra]
Y se va a poner mejor
Me lo dicen tus labios, woh-oh-oh
Esto no es sentimental, pero no te voy a soltar
Esto apenas está empezando
Y se va a poner mejor
Cuando te rocen mis labios (Woh-oh-oh)
Esto no es sеntimental, pero no te voy a soltar
Quiero quedarme perreando
[Verso: Chencho Corleone]
(Yo lo que se que)
Ya no te tiene que privar
Si ya tamo encendidos y sin amorío y queremos jugar
En el deseo perdidos, en libre albedrío sin disimular
Besos de lujuria usas para hablarme
Dialogamos en ese lenguaje corporal
Llegó y estás tú siempre me haces vivir un deja vu
De lo que siempre pasa
Lo que haces a plena luz penetra
Y suena el bellaqueo estamo encendío
Mi mano pasa por tu ombligo y prosigo
Pude sentir algo humedecido
Tratando de aguantar hasta un lugar escondido
[Verso: Maria Becerra]
Yo solo quiero contigo
Te como la boca con todo y testigos
Y si está nervioso, me llamas y te activo
No necesito ir a buscarte
Si el destino siempre nos cruza en todas partes
Puso “bellaqueo” en la búsqueda de su Waze
Y tocó mi puerta, ahora estamos face to face
Yo sé muy bien que te gusta el contacto
A mí me gusta el impacto
[ Verso: Chencho Corleone]
Hay un party en la piscina
Todo el mundo sigue mirándonos
¿Por qué no nos vamos para una esquina?
Y seguimos devorándonos
El día estaba bien mal, mal, mal
Pero tú estás mejorándolo
Tú a mí me tienes bien mal, mal, mal, woh-oh-oh
[Estribillo: Maria Becerra y Chencho Corleone]
Y se va a poner mejor
Me lo dicen tus labios, woh-oh-oh
Esto no es sentimental, pero no te voy a soltar
Esto apenas está empezando
Y se va a poner mejor
Cuando te rocen mis labios (Woh-oh-oh)
Esto no es sеntimental, pero no te voy a soltar
Quiero quedarme guayando
Ovy On The Drums…
Qué pasa Chencho?…
La Nena de Argentina Baby, 2023…
Megan Thee Stallion – Cobra (Rock Remix) [feat. Spiritbox] [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Megan Thee Stallion Megan Thee Stallion – Cobra (Rock Remix) Lyrics
pussy depressed
Pink nails ‘round his neck
Think it’s goin’ down
This pussy depressed
B-b-bankroll got it
Ayy
Breakin’ down and I had the whole world watchin’
But the worst part is really who watched me
Every night I cried, I almost died
And nobody close tried to stop it
Long as everybody gettin’ paid, right?
Everything’ll be okay, right?
I’m winnin’, so nobody trippin’
Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin’
At night, I’m sittin’ in a dark room, thinkin’
Probably why I always end up drinkin’
Yes, I’m very depressed
How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist?
Shit, I’d probably bleed out some pinot
When they find me, I’m in valentino, ayy
He pourin’ me shots, thinkin’ it’s lit
Hah, little did he know
Leave me alone in the dark
I am shedding my skin
I need to harden my heart
To protect myself from the pain
Leave me alone in the dark
I am shedding my skin
I need to harden my heart
To protect myself but the pain remains within
Ayy, damn, I got problems
Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom
Man, I miss my parents, way too anxious
Always cancel my plans
Pulled up, caught him cheatin’
Gettin’ his dick sucked in the same spot I’m sleepin’
Lord, give me a break
I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take
ayy
How long you been worried ‘bout me, tellin’ people that’s not me?
Honestly, it kinda feel like you plottin’, watchin’
Why is you speakin’ on me at my lowest
When you acted like you ain’t noticed?
I was trippin’, goin’ crazy
And they lowkey hatin’, so they ain’t gon’ say shit
Damn, I finally see it
I’m killin’ myself when bitches would die to be me
This pussy depressed, hmm, I’m about to stress him, yeah
Pink nails ‘round his neck, huh, but this ain’t domestic, ayy
Think it’s goin’ down, hah, now he stand corrected, ayy
This pussy depressed, hmm, I’m about to stress him, ah
I ain’t goin’, yeah
I ain’t goin’
No emotion, ayy
no emotion
Back outside, yeah
back outside
Back in motion, ayy
back in motion
He keep callin’
callin’ me
Hmm, I ignore it
I ignore it
He say I’m crazy
say I’m crazy
Hmm, don’t I know it
ah
Leave me alone in the dark
I am shedding my skin
I need to harden my heart
To protect myself from the pain
Leave me alone in the dark
I am shedding my skin
I need to harden my heart
To protect myself but the pain remains within Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Marcus & Martinus – Christmas To Me ( Lyrics) Letra MarcusMartinusVEVO Marcus & Martinus – Christmas To Me ( Lyrics)
The snow is fallin, Angels singing
The perfect Christmas Eve
The dream of Christmas, Gifts and presents
Is that what we believe
In my heart, There is just one thing
The only one for Christmas that I need
I’ve got no wishes don’t need Santa or the snow
Don’t need no sweater for the cold
I don’t need Christmas presents underneath the tree
Cause you are Christmas to me
Sleigh bells ringin, Chestnuts roasting
On an open fire
Toys and goodies, Flying reindeers
On the starlit sky
But in my heart, There is just one wish
All I want is your Christmas kiss
I’ve got no wishes don’t need Santa or the snow
Don’t need no sweater for the cold
I don’t need Christmas presents underneath the tree
Cause you are Christmas to me
The snow is fallin, Angels singing
The perfect Christmas Eve
The dream of Christmas Gifts and presents
Is that what we believe
I’ve got no wishes don’t need Santa or the snow
Don’t need no sweater for the cold
I don’t need Christmas presents underneath the tree
Cause you are Christmas to me
Cause you are Christmas to me Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Mont – Gatita salvaje ( Lyrics) Letra Mont Mont – Gatita salvaje ( Lyrics)
Mont – Gatita salvaje ( Lyrics)
Baby dame tu número tu pino allí cuando
te vi dije que eras para mí si me dejas
le llego por ahí bailamos por ahí te
toco por ahí para darte para meterte de
otra forma quiero
conocerte Yo no te pido algo para
siempre solo te pido que en la madrugada
amo maldad la cama pte salvaje Dale que
no pasa nada esta noche eres mi gatita
mala en la madrugada lamo maldad encima
en la cama putte Salvaje la música suela
encima mío como una
tuela qué pasó qué pasó y no me viste
qué fue lo que en el trago me diste pasa
la botella que la atá la partiste traba
Los Pajaritos pero no com al piste
esquivando todo lo que pones en Twitter
mami No te rías mami no es chiste este
juego es largo espera el de qu dime
angelito de que cielo te caíste hace que
pierd la calma esa carita se trampa bien
jugosita sus nalgas tú me robaste el
alma haces que pierda la calma esa
carita se trampa mi jugosita nalgas tú
me robaste del
alma Solo te pido que en la madrugada
amo maldad encima en la cama ponte
salvaje Dale que no pasa nada esta noche
eres mi gatita mala en la madrugada amo
maldad encima de la cama putte Salvaje
la música suela encima mío como una
tuela hace que pierda la calma esa
carita se trampa bien jugosita es nalgas
tú me robaste el alma quiero darte para
meterte
de otra forma quiero
conocerte Yo no te pid para siempre solo
te pido que en la madrugada hagamo
maldad encima en la cama ponte salvaje
Dale que no pasa nada esta noche er mi
gatita mala en la madrugada tomo maldad
encima en la cama putte Salvaje la
música Súbela encima mío como una tuela
e Qué pasó e que no viste
Qué pasó e que te fuiste Qué pasó e que
nos viste qué pasó qué pasó que no viste
e Esto es para que entiendan e Esto es
para que entiendan e qué pasó qué pasó
no me
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