Categoria: R

reezy ft. Luciano – EXPENSIVE SHIT (Official Video) Lyrics

Leb-Leb-Leben im Ruhm, expensive shit
Baby, die Karte brennt
Lady auf Red Wine macht auf bös
In meinem Bett Spagat (Hrrr)
Ich-ich-ich-ich hab’ ein’n Fuffi jeweils an meinem Handgelenk
Ich fragte Gott nach Hilfe, er hat mir ‘n Hunni an’ Hals gehängt
So viele Pussys auf und ab in meinem Private Jet
Sind permanent im Hotel
Big time everyday, not like them (Nah)
Ich hab’ was mit ‘nem Model
Sie will für mich kochen, sie fragt mich: “Isst du Fleisch?”
Ich sag’ ihr: “Honey, ich ess’ Punani, aber ich ess’ kein Schwein”

I trust no bitch, schieß’ sie in’ Wind
Hatte schon PTSD als Kind
Trotzdem LV on me, my fit
Hab’ mein Business fest im Griff
Red’ ordentlich, don’t talk like this, ich bin ein Businessmann
(Ich häng’ mit) Ich häng’ mit Pretty Kittys, aber nicht mit Schlang’n
De-, d-d-deine Bitch ist trocken so wie die Sahara
Ich sitz’ im 893, bestell’ mein’n Wein mit Maka’
Ich zahl’ mit Amex Black, Brother, nie mit Klarna
Und die Bitch schläft in mei’m Bett, in mei’m Black Shirt von Prada
Wir sippen Azul und Don Julio als wär’n wir Mexikaner
Mein Koch ist Japaner, ich habe ihn abgeworben bei Benihana
Mein Herz ist tot, doch geb’ ihr Gefühle
Gebe ihr Backshots, werd’ nicht müde
Henny mit Apfelsaft, aber nur trüben
Bin ein Wesh wie Niklas Süle

Leb-Leb-Leben im Ruhm, expensive shit
Baby, die Karte brennt
Lady auf Red Wine macht auf bös
In meinem Bett Spagat (Hrrr)
Ich-ich-ich-ich hab’ ein’n Fuffi jeweils an meinem Handgelenk
Ich fragte Gott nach Hilfe, er hat mir ‘n Hunni an’ Hals gehängt
So viele Pussys auf und ab in meinem Private Jet
Sind permanent im Hotel
Big time everyday, not like them (Nah)
Ich hab’ was mit ‘nem Model
Sie will für mich kochen, sie fragt mich: “Isst du Fleisch?”
Ich sag’ ihr: “Honey, ich ess’ Punani, aber ich ess’ kein Schwein” (Yeah)

Viele Chicks komm’n mit (Muah)
Serious Playa’s Circle (Flex)
Nur Girls am Tisch
I’m young, I’m black, I’m rich (Brrah, tu-tu)
I’m young, I’m black, I’m rich
Ich schreibe paar Baddies auf die List
Ich sehe den Hass in dei’m Gesicht
(You thought I was feeling you?)
Ich glaub’ nicht (Nicht)
V-v-viele Demons im Kopf (Yah)
Block, kick’ Doors
Niemals auf Basic, heavy flow
Jeder Tag gezählt, sag, wer hält uns auf? (Brra, doh-doh)
Ihr Ex ist im Club, er guckt zu uns, sein Blick ist sauer
Der Hass in seinem Blick gibt mir Power
Denn er weiß, sie will After Hours
Die Baddies sind verified, mein Tisch sieht aus, als wär Ladies Night (Jaa)
Cullinan Black Badge, Presidental in Downtown (President)
Überweis’ ein’n Check für die Chain
Dafür würden sich manche ein Haus bau’n
Ich hab’ viel Sauce, ich hab’ viel Cheddar
Doch ich rede nicht von einem Auflauf

Leb-Leb-Leben im Ruhm, expensive shit
Baby, die Karte brennt
Lady auf Red Wine macht auf bös
In meinem Bett Spagat (Hrrr)
Ich-ich-ich-ich hab’ ein’n Fuffi jeweils an meinem Handgelenk
Ich fragte Gott nach Hilfe, er hat mir ‘n Hunni an’ Hals gehängt
So viele Pussys auf und ab in meinem Private Jet
Sind permanent im Hotel
Big time everyday, not like them (Nah)
Ich hab’ was mit ‘nem Model
Sie will für mich kochen, sie fragt mich: “Isst du Fleisch?”
Ich sag’ ihr: “Honey, ich ess’ Punani, aber ich ess’ kein Schwein”

(DLS, please stop, I’m burning)
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Russ – Buckle Up Freestyle (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah (Buckle up)
Yeah, I should’ve get that
First time on a Havoc beat
Legendary
Always I’m in some shit

Okay
I’m just tryna close the gap
Between me and my soul I’m trapped
Inside my self-perception cage
I say, Russ, come out, Noah Schnapp
I’ve grown attached to holdin’ back
I’m hoping that I’m over that
Because I noticed that I’ve been swinging for the fences with a broken bat
But the overlap between my dreams and real life is astounding
For example, I’ve made 50 million dollars and I’m not rounding
But I’m sounding like I’m bragging ‘bout my paper, Michael Scott
But that’s some bullshit, they say Russell’s trippin’ Michael’s final shot
Oh well so be it
Heart was cold, had to reheat it
Santiago made it to the pyramids performed in Egypt
Know y’all seen it
If you didn’t, what’s that say about the media
They trippin’ on the internet and I do not use Expedia
I gotta private travel agent concierge
On Saudi Air, I’m takin’ pictures with the flight attendant
She said I’ll be there, where, at your show
I said it’s 20,000 people so unless you front row
I probably wouldn’t see you, that’s just how it goes
I play this game on classic mode until the casket close
The road to success is under construction and I drove over all the traffic cones
I’m down the rabbit hole of overthinking paths I chose
But I can’t go back, that’s why I can’t relax
I’m playin’ wack-a-mole with problems and I’m lacking speed
No wonder I drank rapidly
Passin’ weed, the pounds were limitless
I was coppin’ Master P’s
The strategy was apathy, but luckily I slipped up
I called myself out on my bullshit, luckily I picked up

I mixed up my confidence with all my insecurities
I been securing the whole family but who’s securing me
I know I’m bleeding and a bandaid ain’t gon’ cut it for this cut
I know my shadows been behind the wheel, I should’ve buckled up

Well, ha
I should’ve get that
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Russ – Blow The Whistle (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
Yeah
Statik
Chomp 2.5, haha
Just a lil something to hold y’all over
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, okay

Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer

Yeah, okay
Respect to the creator, I’m the man though (Yeah)
You know I got my family’s wellbeing in my hands bro (Hands bro)
Luckily, I boss, stand tall like who? Like Tyler (Tyler)
When I took a break, they took it bad like who? Like Skylar
And you know I’m gettin’ rich, off of rap, that’s the American way (Yeah)
Couple days in LA, link with [?]
Sharing my plate, I let some people have a bite; they weren’t satisfied
They bit the hand that fed ‘em, now I lost my fuckin’ appetite to help
Well, fuck it, ‘cause they did it to themselves
[?] The fat lady, they just started singin’ it themselves
I’m in Atlanta at the house, that’s when I’m at my best (True)
BItch I know my purpose, so I don’t believe in accidents
I didn’t sit around, I went and got it
No excuses
And I went out on a limp, ‘cause I know that’s where all the fruit is
Truth is I been rappin’ better than my peers (yeah)
It’s been goin’ on for years
Man I’m givin’ y’all my heart (C’mon)
All I ask for is your ears (Yeah)

Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer

Yeah
Ain’t it funny? (What)
I never seen somebody hate on me who had more money (Ha)
I used to let it get to me, we fightin’ out the country
That was back when I as smokin’ skinny white joints, made some [?]
Now I got to let it bounce, bounce off me, Mac McClung
We got to focus man, I gave my dawgs a bonus man
This game knows I’m a trailblazer like Arvydas Sabonis man (Yeah)
I don’t follow crowds, that’s how you get lost
Money’s a green monster, and I do not like the Red Sox
I mean, I made it rain, rain, rain; Dak Prescott
Accountant had a cowboy, he’s right, I should’ve been stopped, true (Yeah)
Fuck the mold, I’m the new archetype
I probably made another thousand artists go and start tonight
And everything is documented (You see it)
I got the come-up on cameras
And I never had to sell my soul or move to Los Angeles
Never had to chase clout or do a bunch of weird shit
To get the whole fuckin’ world to hear this
All I had to do was me

Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer

Yeah
CHOMP 2. 5
I do this shit in my sleep dawg
Statik Selektah
Classic shit only
SANTIAGO on the way
Yeah
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Russ – Wicked Race (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:

Yeah (Here we go again)
Chomp 2.5 (Move back)
Alchemist, classic shit only
I got a flight in about an hour, but it’s all good, it’s a jet
Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah (C’mon man, y’all not ready)

I gave my 20s to the dream like Nivea
Created my own kingdom, all these hooks and verses are the Bridge to Terabithia
Kicked so many women to the curb, I hurt my tibia
Big body Bentley, call that shit mister Olympia
Risin’ up the ranks but I ain’t do it for insignias
A kid inside a candy shop, there’s so many Olivia’s
So oblivious
I remember feelin’ rich if I had $50 bucks
Absolut vodka out the Dixie cup
Now I gotta Porsche logos a horse baby, giddy up
I know that I’m close to a Billie like I’m Finneas
Cynthia, gotta check for rats under my rug
Setup my lineage to still be gettin’ cash when I’m done
I’m the one Thomas Anderson
Alchemist is choppin’ up the samples and
I’m handing in a classic, this the formula
Gotta turn your back to the crowd to lead the orchestra
Light your own fire if they don’t wanna pass the torch to ya
If we don’t get along then Imma probably keep it short with ya
I know I’m connected to the source, I’m a sorcerer
Flight to California, I’m in and out
I don’t even got beef but LA’s feelin’ different now
I’d rather be home in my zone drinking kale shots dummy
I don’t ever gotta leave, I’m gettin’ mailbox money
Runnin’ M’s up, they tried to keep me down, they shoulda kept up
Whatever I ask for, God replies: Yes, Russ
Knew I was a king at 21 like Vlade Divac
India, I just got back, they treated me like I’m Virat
Crickets from all my challengers, look at where self belief got
I don’t beef with my brothers, we not the Gallaghers, we got
Bigger walls that we wonder if we can just run right thru ‘em
You losin’ the bigger picture, you’re livin’ life way too zoomed in
I’m winning, business is boomin’ regardless how this game treats me
People in the league know I can hoop, Michael Beasley
I’m the only person in the world who can defeat me
I’m focused on self improvement, the rest of this shit is easy, dawg

It’s easy shit, for real
Chomp 2.5
Showin’ y’all yet again, you cannot fuck with me
How y’all want it? It’s a different level
You want raps, you want R&B, what do you want?
That’s all man, it’s platinum either way
Ask around

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Russ – Reflection (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
Beats from BOI1DA, this shit got me reminiscing
Used to dream about the life I’m livin’
I need a minute
But I rarely get a second to put me first
Fucked a lotta women but I chalk it up as research
Told her I need head first, I can’t just jump in feet first
Like before I look forward, can you throw that thang in reverse
100 in a day off of hoodies, hats and t-shirts
The truth doesn’t need to be rehearsed
That’s why I speak first and think later
Developed a thick layer
Built the Great Wall of me, professional brick layer
Intentional risk taker
Successional hitmaker
Safe to say it’s in my nature, boy, like Ric Flair
Liz Taylor, the way that most of y’all are dead late on me
Lost 30 pounds but I still had deadweight on me
Press play on me, you’ll hear the future
That was 2012, emails sent to bloggers off my parents computer
Coulda played it cooler but I knew I’m 2 dope boy
To fly under raps radar, didn’t lose hope boy
Flew past the pigeons and the planes I’m on Pluto boy
(Or Mars) Talkin’ to the moon like I’m Bruno boy
Spending 20k a night in Montenegro on the Adriatic
Dollars doesn’t stop the family drama, tho I hate theatrics
I’m just a Libra tryna balance it all
5’6 but I never met a challenge too tall
Who called? Steve Stoute
Who called? Scott Storch
I got four heads at radio on deck like Thom Yorke
Old flings tryna creep back up, stay put
Caught her runnin’ up the hills in LA like Kate Bush
Wait, look, I’m the truth, these rappers feeding you lies
Talkin’ to god feels like I’m really talkin’ to me in disguise
Yea, I grant my own wishes cuz I think I can
See, my life is just a reflection of who I think I am
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Rubel, MC Carol, BK’ & DJ Gabriel do Borel – PUT@RIA! [Clipe Oficial] Letra, Lyrics:
Gabriel do Borel, produziu, explodiu!

Já são seis e meia e o baile ainda tá fervendo
Sacanagem solta, pegação no corredor
Inda, não acredito no jeito que tu rebola
Então, senta bem gostoso que a noite nem começou

Putaria liberada a noite toda
Sei que tu gosta de look
Mas que é bem melhor sem roupa

Vai descendo, subindo
Olhando de um jeito que
Eu fico perdido pensando em

Putaria liberada a noite toda
Sei que tu gosta de look
Mas que é bem melhor sem roupa

Vai descendo, subindo
Olhando de um jeito que
Eu fico perdido pensando em

É a tropa do mete medo
Ela gosta que mete muito
(Fala!)
Molhadinha não é segredo
(Fala!)
Ela gemendo, chamando meu vulgo

Chupadinha no biquinho do peito
Ela é safada me arrasta pro beco
Madrugada ninguém passando
E ninguém vendo ela tocar ali mesmo
Tirando a roupa dela me sinto abrindo um presente
Ela diz pra não emocionar porque um pente é um pente
Ah, sentando tu ganha um Oscar
Gemendo tu ganha um Grammy
Tô vendo que tu tem macete
Abre a boca, vai ganhar

Putaria liberada a noite toda
Sei que tu gosta de look
Mas que é bem melhor sem roupa

Vai descendo, subindo
Olhando de um jeito que
Eu fico perdido pensando em

Putaria liberada a noite toda
Sei que tu gosta de look
Mas que é bem melhor sem roupa

Vai descendo, subindo
Olhando de um jeito que
Eu fico perdido pensando em

Só me chupa quem sabe fazer direito
Só vou pra aquele beco se fizer do meu jeito
Oscar é o caralho, minha bunda é teu troféu
Me come agradecendo, minha xota é porta do céu

Eu sou bandida, eu sou safada
E a minha louça é tu que lava
Eu gozo primeiro, teu foco é meu grelo
Te esfolo inteiro, Carol mete medo

Mas se a gente encontrar no particular
Você vai gostar de me conhecer
Eu vou te mostrar
O segredo que eu deixei bem guardado pra você

Mas se a gente encontrar no particular
Você vai gostar de me conhecer
Eu vou te mostrar
O segredo que eu deixei bem guardado pra você

(Putaria, puta, putaria, a noite toda, a noite toda, toda, toda)
(Puta, putaria, bem, bem, bem melhor sem roupa)

Uma noite quente, entro na sua mente
Vem com a Carol fazer um sexo diferente
Uma noite quente, entro na sua mente
Vem com a Carol fazer um sexo diferente

Vem com a Carol fazer um sexo diferente
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