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Lil Pump – 6 Rings Lyrics

Lil Pump – 6 Rings ( Lyrics Letra) Letra LilPumpVEVO Lil Pump – 6 Rings ( Lyrics Letra)
Ooh
Bitch, yeah
Ooh, uh, yeah, brr
Danny, I see you
Lil Pump

Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah
Six rings on like Pippen, I’ma go dive right in it
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah
Six rings on like Pippen, Audemars Piguet stay hittin’
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen
Six rings on like Pippen, smokin’ on jit, that’s midget
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, bitch

Six rings on like Pippen
Mama whip meth in the kitchen
Bitch, where the fuck is you sittin’?
Come here, suck this dick end
Bust it down for a McChicken
Backyard full of dead fishes
Shut the fuck up right now
I ain’t give you no permission
Bitch, I’m on bay drive, throwin’ up gang signs
I’m pourin’ up eight lines, my mama on FaceTime
I’m fuckin’ your baby moms and your sister at the same time
My grandma, she did time for slangin’ that big iron
Bitch, you better brush your teeth before you come suck this dick
Pussy too lose, I told that bitch to se-sew that shit
Dagger dick, hit it from the back, uh-uh, huh-uh, it can’t fit
Emo nigga, paint my nails, then slit my wrist

Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah
Six rings on like Pippen, I’ma go dive right in it
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah
Six rings on like Pippen, Audemars Piguet stay hittin’
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen
Six rings on like Pippen, smokin’ on jit, that’s midget
Six rings on like Pippen, six rings on like Pippen, bitch
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Capital Bra – JA CAPI Lyrics

Capital Bra – JA CAPI ( Lyrics ) Letra Capital Bra Capital Bra – JA CAPI ( Lyrics )
Songtext zu „JA CAPI“

Intro: Bushido, Melissa Lee & ?
(Was geht, Bra, alles klar?)
(Hello, hello)
Du weißt, eigentlich Ladys first, aber einfach Capi erstmal Hand geben
Joa, du bist gewechselt, zu ersguterjunge
Wie kam das zustande?
Also ich bin ja ‘n sehr großer Bewunderer, äh, seiner Kunst
Diese ganzen Fotzen wie Capi und so
Hat der jemals darüber gesprochen?
Nein, eh, „Polizei kooperiert“
Ich hab’ hiеr mit niemandem kooperiеrt, okay?
Ich mein’, das war mit die erfolgreichste, äh, Musikperson, äh, im deutschen Kosmos
Heute geht es mal wieder um Bushido
Leute, haltet euch fest, …
Interlude: Capital Bra
(Komm ma’ her, halt dich fest, lak, du Piç)
Halt dich fest, du Piç, komm, komm, Bra (Bratan, komm)
(Kommt mal alle ran, Habibis, hahaha) Hahaha, was dachtest du denn?
(Drei, zwei, brr-brra)

Part 1: Capital Bra
Du bist wegen Geld gegang’n, ich bin wegen Geld gekomm’n (Ahh)
Und wie Arafat die Hälfte weggenomm’n (Du Hund)
Habibi Ari, scheißegal, ob’s dir gefällt (Ja)
Denn ein Hurensohn mit Geld ist nur ein Hurensohn mit Geld (Brra)
Du willst ficken, fickst dich selbst und Bushido sein Werdegang
Zeigt uns all’n, dass man so ein Hurensohn werden kann
Komm, ich ficke diese Schwänze, ich dacht, ich wär der Beste?
Und heute fick’ ich Kollegah und Farid seine Reste (Ya kelb)
Ich red’ von Rappern, nicht von Oll’n (Aha)
Roll’ auf zweiundzwanzig Zoll (Roll’, roll’)
Meine Bitch sieht aus wie Bugs Bunny, sie schrei’n: Ja, Capi (Ja, Capi)
Fick ma’ den NGEE und YAKARY (Brra)

Hook: Capital Bra
Ja, Capi (Ja, Capi), ja, Capi
Fick Bushido, fick NGEE, fick YAKARY (Fick sie alle, Bra)
Denn ein Hurensohn mit Geld
Ist nur ein Hurensohn mit Geld (Gib ihm, Bra)
Sie schrei’n: Ja, Capi (Ja, Capi), ja, ja, Capi (Ja, Capi)
Fick Bushido, fick NGEE, fick YAKARY (Fick sie alle, Bra)
Denn ein Hurensohn mit Geld (Psch)
Ist nur ein Hurensohn mit Geld (Brr)
Part 2: Capital Bra
Sag, welche Dreckskinder mich suchen (Aha)
Ich lass’ diese Dreckskinder bluten (Ja, Bra)
Lak, was für Kinder der Straße? Mach Beat weg
Ihr seid Kinder von Nutten, mach Beat an (Brra)
Wer von euch Schwänzen will Beef hab’n? (Ah)
Ich mach’ ein’n scheiß Sprengsatz an dein’n Jeep ran
Bra, warte (Bra, Bra), du machst bei TikTok Ansage? (Ja)
Und ich ficke euch, ihr Bastarde (Alle-le)
Und was sie nicht kapier’n (Was alle nicht kapier’n)
Ich könnt sie jederzeit rasier’n
Vielleicht kommt einer und schießt dir in dein’n Hinterkopf
Vielleicht könnte das passier’n (Ja, vielleicht, haha)
Also denk nicht, dass ich rede (Bruder, denk nicht, dass ich rede)
Oder irgendetwas rappe (Oder irgendetwas rappe)
Mir ist scheißegal, ob Leute das versteh’n
Doch Rapper werd’n nie wieder meine Family erwähn’n (Aha)

Hook: Capital Bra
Ja, Capi, ja, Capi (Brra)
Fick Bushido, fick NGEE, fick YAKARY
Denn ein Hurensohn mit Geld
Ist nur ein Hurensohn mit Geld
Sie schrei’n: Ja, Capi, ja, ja, Capi
Fick Bushido, fick NGEE, fick YAKARY
Denn ein Hurensohn mit Geld
Ist nur ein Hurensohn mit Geld
Interlude: Capital Bra
Aha
Bratans, Bratinas, Bratuhas, was geht ab?
Ich hoff’, euch all’n geht’s gut
Bitte nimmt mir das nicht böse
Aber ich muss mich auch wehr’n, wenn mich jemand Hurensohn nennt
Wenn jemand meine Familie in Tracks beleidigt, oder beleidigen will
Bitte nimmt mir das nicht böse, ich rede eigentlich nie so, aber ich muss, ich muss, ich muss
Weil die das leider anders nicht versteh’n, Berlin lebt, Bra (Aha)

Hook: Capital Bra
Ja, Capi, ja, ja, Capi
Fick Bushido, fick NGEE, fick YAKARY
Denn ein Hurensohn mit Geld
Ist nur ein Hurensohn mit Geld (Aha)

Outro: Capital Bra
Hahaha, ja, Bra
Für die Hunde kurz ein’n Knochen schmeißen
Kuss, Kuss, Vorgeschmack
Trau dich nochma’ was zu sagen, Habibi
Ich mach’ sechs Minuten, ich mach’ zwanzig Minuten, du dreckiger
Hahaha, Piç
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bbno$ x Yung Gravy (BABY GRAVY) – No Way Jose Lyrics

bbno$ x Yung Gravy (BABY GRAVY) – No Way Jose (Lyric ) Letra bbno$ bbno$ x Yung Gravy (BABY GRAVY) – No Way Jose (Lyric )

Gravy:
Three hoes on top
What’s the ratio?
Might overdose on fellatio
Turnt three into four
When your ladie’s close
Bitch its BG3
That’s the way she goes

bbno$:
Shorty thinks that I’m sexy, I’m lovable.
Never fumble a bag that’s impossible.
Shorty broke my dick playing Whack a Mole.
I’mma gladiate the coochie like I’m Russell Crowe

HOOK
Gravy:
Going dumb dumb, yeah this shit gon’ pop turn it up some
I’mma scam yo bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!

bbno$:
Um
I’m sorry bro, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight i pop a tum tum
I need bread you got crumbs I don’t want none
No way Jose!

VERSE 2
Gravy:
Yeah my girl’s favorite movie probably Click (BITCH)
Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy wrist
Shawty got the jaws but she call me Moby Dick
20,000 leagues balls deep in your bitch (20,000!)

Fuck a last name, I’m the people’s champ
I make it rain on these dames, make the people damp
Got these hoes like moths, and my dick a lamp
And my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp

BRIDGE:
Gravy & bbno$:
I check my balance it’s time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy you know I obliterate
Ballin with my twin call it shake and bake

HOOK
Gravy:
Going dumb dumb, yeah this shit gon’ pop turn it up some
I’mma scam yo bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!

bbno$:
Um
I’m sorry boy, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight i pop a tum tum
I need bread you got crumbs I don’t want none
No way Jose!

VERSE 3
bbno$:
My lady favorite movie Madagascar
And I never take L’s
I’m always right no NASCAR
If I flop it’s on purpose I’m a genius
Mr. Clean on my song, bitch we the cleanest

She got a big body, big body
For my benz
Gravy’s on his horny shit
Bring your friends
If I nut, then I nut
Well there’s nothing I can do about it
Baby thats my bag
Yeah I’m hoping you’ll be cool about it

BRIDGE:
Gravy & bbno$:
I check my balance it’s time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy you know I obliterate
Ballin with my twin call it shake and bake

HOOK
Gravy:
Going dumb dumb, yeah this shit gon’ pop turn it up some
I’mma scam yo bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!

bbno$:
Um
I’m sorry boy, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight i pop a tum tum
I need bread you got crumbs I don’t want none
No way Jose!
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Yung Gravy, bbno$ (BABY GRAVY) – No Way Jose Lyrics

Yung Gravy, bbno$ (BABY GRAVY) – No Way Jose ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Yung Gravy Yung Gravy, bbno$ (BABY GRAVY) – No Way Jose ( Lyrics )
Three hoes on top
What’s the ratio?
Might overdose on fellatio
Turnt three into four
When your ladie’s close
Bitch its BG3
That’s the way she goes

Shorty thinks that I’m sexy, I’m lovable.
Never fumble a bag that’s impossible.
Shorty broke my dick playing Whack a Mole.
I’mma gladiate the coochie like I’m Russell Crowe

Going dumb dumb, yeah this shit gon’ pop turn it up some
I’mma scam yo bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!

Um
I’m sorry bro, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight i pop a tum tum
I need bread you got crumbs I don’t want none
No way Jose!

Yeah my girl’s favorite movie probably Click (BITCH)
Got the Adam Sandler Waterboy wrist
Shawty got the jaws but she call me Moby Dick
20,000 leagues balls deep in your bitch (20,000!)
Fuck a last name, I’m the people’s champ
I make it rain on these dames, make the people damp
Got these hoes like moths, and my dick a lamp
And my hoes work together, Lady and the Tramp

I check my balance it’s time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy you know I obliterate
Ballin with my twin call it shake and bake

Going dumb dumb, yeah this shit gon’ pop turn it up some
I’mma scam yo bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!

Um
I’m sorry boy, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight i pop a tum tum
I need bread you got crumbs I don’t want none
No way Jose!

My lady favorite movie Madagascar
And I never take L’s
I’m always right no NASCAR
If I flop it’s on purpose I’m a genius
Mr. Clean on my song, bitch we the cleanest
She got a big body, big body
For my benz
Gravy’s on his horny shit
Bring your friends
If I nut, then I nut
Well there’s nothing I can do about it
Baby thats my bag
Yeah I’m hoping you’ll be cool about it

I check my balance it’s time to celebrate
Drip like Christmas bitch, I decorate
Exodia that pussy you know I obliterate
Ballin with my twin call it shake and bake

Going dumb dumb, yeah this shit gon’ pop turn it up some
I’mma scam yo bitch and your loved ones
If she ain’t have kids, I don’t want none
No way Jose!

Um
I’m sorry boy, your girl texting me her bum bum
My stummy hurt before a flight i pop a tum tum
I need bread you got crumbs I don’t want none
No way Jose!

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bbno$ & Yung Gravy (BABY GRAVY) – Super Smash Bro’s Lyrics

bbno$ & Yung Gravy (BABY GRAVY) – Super Smash Bro’s ( Lyrics) Letra bbno$ bbno$ & Yung Gravy (BABY GRAVY) – Super Smash Bro’s Lyrics
Turn that shit up, come on
Baby no money
Hello? Can you turn me up some?

HOOK
bbno$ & Gravy:
First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first
I brush my teeth and count my gua-la-la
First things first
Imma eat this beat no ramadan
First things first
I’mma Super Smash like Donkey Kong

WHOA!
Hold up, we don’t need guest list, we be the bestest, money excessive
Baby gravy always in the house like asbestos
From the ceiling to the floor!
Love a depressed bitch, cry with my exes, spit so fast this baby got cleft lip Japanese girl she electric
Wanna stay she need to go !

VERSE 1
Gravy:

Gave ya bitch dome,
then I take a Lyft home
Strapped akimbo,
diamonds on my lymph nodes
ABCDE, F your bitch and keep it G
Got the H up on my waist to match the Hermes on my feet
I got my i-phone filled with fine hoes like J Biebs
And I feel like KD mixed with eLLen, I stack cheese
Count my M’s until the eNd, i’m just like Oprah, pushin’ P
Q-ban hoes on both my aRms at my eState while sipping Tea
U see me, louis V, Double Units every week,
Just so my X-bitch can see, whY is this shit so e-Z?

HOOK
bbno$ & Gravy:
First things first
I wake up and get pu-na-na-na
First things first
I brush my teeth and count my gua-la-la
First things first
Imma eat this beat no ramadan
First things first
I’mma Super Smash like Donkey Kong

WHOA!
Hold up, we don’t need guest list, we be the bestest, money excessive
Baby gravy always in the house like asbestos
From the ceiling to the floor!
Love a depressed bitch, cry with my exes, spit so fast this baby got cleft lip Japanese girl she my lexus
Wanna stay she need to go !

VERSE 2
bbno$:

feeling like i’m gary v i love my all of my affirmations
She love Baby Gravy 3 we are her inspiration
If there ain’t no compensation
There gonna be a complication
Look down at my wrist I see a shining star a constellation

Front door open, meet a Jehovah
Red bottom asics up like oprah windfry
__ she wanna be a witness
Begging for a dick pick
Merry merry christmas

bored ass hell boy I might start a restaurant (Vietnamese)
Holy guacamole, this my denouement
First things first
I wake up and get pou-na-na-na
First things first
I brush my teeth and count my la-la
First things first
Imma eat this beat no ramadan
I’m the super smash donkey_
WHOA!
Hold up, we don’t need guest list, we be the bestest, money excessive
Baby gravy always in the house like asbestos
From the ceiling to the floor!
Love a depressed bitch, cry with my exes, spit so fast this baby got cleft lip Japanese girl she my lexus
Wanna stay she need to go !
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Fredo Bang – Bang Man Lyrics

Fredo Bang – Bang Man ( Lyrics ) Letra Fredo Bang Fredo Bang – Bang Man ( Lyrics )

I ain’t never stood down, you hear me?
They be talkin’ bout they be looking for me (I’m the bangman)
Niggas know where to find me

Catch me in Miami with a bitch I met on OnlyFans
Hit her with that thuggin and now she lovin’ when I’m in her pants
Bang who? You better have your tool if I get up with you
Ask dumbway news
They’ll sell their soul for an interview
Damn shame, why bring up your name
And they don’t fuck with you
I’m the bangman
They wanna be like him, ain’t no notha you
Niggas talkin’ bout thirty, I know sixty
Free my youngin’ due
Mighta took some L’s
I bent them bitches into W’s
Real head bussa
I’ma badass like my cousin, boo
Red runna
I got blood stuck under my tennis shoes
Big cutta, woodgrain on it
Look like peanut butter
Switch on it, it go GRR-GRR
Call it big stutter
I stop shit
Head or the chest, I got options
Opp bitch
Took her uptown, now she a top bitch
She bumpin’ Latto
Say it’s on the flo’, I told her mop this
I love my bitches
Still wan’ fuck Glo Rilla cause I’m toxic

My old ladies
When y’all hear this song
I say sorry
Ain’t talk to Durk in a minute
But I still love my dawg, yeah
He know me
I’ll put a nigga ass to sleep
Like it’s time for bed
He ran his mouth
Shouldve used his legs
Now they got push his ass

I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Free Osama
He be really spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
Marijuana smoke up in the air
It won’t never land
Hit his block
He gon’ see a doctor just like bandman
Stop playin’
Why you say my name?
Bitch you been a fan
Twenty Fifteen
Used to have that glock up in my Robin jeans
Call me Stevie
Got niggas claimin they opps that I ain’t never seen
Miss me
I can’t give no broke niggas my energy
I say ain’t it mane
I’m good with all the killers up in Tennessee
Bend ya knees, arms left and right
Do the choppa dance
Always got my gun up in the club
I almost never dance
I seen his post
He called me out my name
He must be typin’ fast
I’m really like they daddy in my city
I put belt to ass

I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Bangman
These niggas know who I am (I’m the bangman)
Twenty Fifteen (I’m the bangman) Twenty Fourteen (I’m the bangman)
Our life nothing but the years (I’m the bangman)
(I’m the bangman)
Big gunpowder, ya heard me? (I’m the bangman)
I’m comin’ dolo in that fo-door (I’m the bangman)
Put ya soul up, nigga (I’m the bangman)

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Bktherula – CRAZY GIRL P2 (ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) Lyrics

Bktherula – CRAZY GIRL P2 (ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) [ Lyrics Letra ] Letra Bktherula Bktherula – CRAZY GIRL P2 (ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) [ Lyrics Letra ]
Intro: Bktherula
Huh, this bitch don’t even know
The bitch don’t even know
She think I’m the crazy bitch
Huh, she think I’m the crazy bitch

Chorus: Bktherula
Mmm, I came back from L.A., nigga, I miss the studio
Heard you came back from L.A., nigga, I miss the studio
Heard you got a ho name tatted on your body
The truth be told
Heard you let the ho meet your moms, nigga
D-damn, nigga, you cold
D-damn, nigga, you bold
Do you know he cry for me all night?
D-damn, baby, you know
Did you know he do shit out of spite? (Yup)
Let me guess (What?)
I’m the crazy bitch (What?)
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t even know she the next crazy
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t evеn know she the next crazy
This bitch don’t еven know
She don’t even know he gon’ drive her crazy
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t even know he the next—
She don’t even know she the next crazy (This bitch don’t even know)

Post-Chorus: Bktherula
This bitch don’t even know
This ho don’t even know
She calling me crazy too, oh
I remember praying for the day that he’d leave me alone

Verse: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Mmm, she came back to Salt Lake, nigga, I’m in the studio
She made it in, it was late, and I truly missed you
And she got my whole name tatted on her body, truth be told
Salt my name down to them, damn nigga, you a ho
Damn nigga, you a ho
Do you know she cry for me all night? (Yup)
That don’t mean you a ho
Do you know she caught the redeye flight? (Yup)
Damn (Yup)
Bitch, I’m really rich (Yup)
You ain’t even much know it
He don’t even know it and that’s crazy
The bitch already, he ain’t even much know it
The bitch already know that I’m crazy
I bet he ain’t even much know it
She screenshot messages of you, tryna play me
Bitch don’t even know it
Nigga, you a man, why you gotta hate me?
Black Wraith, Wafi Cuban chain
I want you, so you flew by yourself, private plane
I’m that man, you got him so glued, he insane
I’m so high, might let BK just come rule everything
Chorus: Bktherula
Mmm, I came back from L.A., nigga, I miss the studio
Heard you came back from L.A., nigga, I miss the studio
Heard you got a ho name tatted on your body
The truth be told
Heard you let the ho meet your moms, nigga
D-damn, nigga, you cold
D-damn, nigga, you bold
Do you know he cry for me all night?
D-damn, baby, you know
Did you know he do shit out of spite? (Yup)
Let me guess (What?)
I’m the crazy bitch (What?)
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t even know she the next crazy
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t even know she the next crazy
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t even know he gon’ drive her crazy
This bitch don’t even know
She don’t even know he the next—
She don’t even know she the next crazy (This bitch don’t even know)

Post-Chorus: Bktherula
This bitch don’t even know
This ho don’t even know
She calling me crazy too, oh
I remember praying for the day that he’d leave me alone
Outro: Bktherula
I remember praying for the day that he’d leave me alone
I remember praying for the day that he’d leave me alone
I remember praying for the day that he’d leave me alone
I remember praying for the day that he’d leave me alone
Uh, woo
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Gucci Mane – There I Go (feat. J. Cole & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics

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Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Gucci Mane slayed it, cole walkin’ out with ms, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it (well damn)
Yeah, uh

Real nigga, I don’t say that a lot
You can tell how I talk in the way that I rock
I’m a straight shooter, no sugarcoat
No booger sugar, never had a nose full of dope
It’s all good folks, cope how you wanna cope
Drink what you wanna drink, smoke what you wanna smoke
Stroke who you wanna stroke
Just as long she down, if she not, fuck it, then run along, boy
It’s too many fish to be pressed about a bitch
I’m stackin’ too many chips, could care less about a fit
I’m in some dirty ass kicks watchin’ YouTube
I’m cuttin grass in designer, like it’s fobu
I got a real thick gal, wanna sit on my lap
No bbl, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin’ every bitch a pop?
Not a whole lot of niggas that done felt like that, but

There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah it’s me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah, that’s him, paid an arm and a limb for him
‘Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him

Gucci mane and J. Cole the collaboration
They poked the bear and woke the bear up out of hibernation
These boys exaggeratin’, do a lot of fabrication (liar)
But ain’t no gimmicks in my gang, this shit ain’t animations (liar)
Now mike will made-it and Gucci Mane slayed it (wow)
Think I’m the dopiest rapper ever, niggas overrated (well damn)
The pain got eliminated, the top decapitated (yeah)
He had a buzz, but it went dry, that shit evaporated (huh?)
Big ups to Fayetteville, shoutout Mechanicsville
I keep it trill, that go from Thomasville to Summerhill (for real)
In my Bugatti, but I used to have a Bonneville
I’m goin’ sky, I’m talkin’ switch my mood by puffy crib (wow)
Screamin’: Yes sir (yes sir), [let’s just?] stress first
My diamonds go, brr (brr), yeah it’s a cold world (it’s cold)
I told my niggas slow motion was the best motion (slow)
And money turn these bitches on, this shit like lil’ potion (woah)

There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah it’s me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee

There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go)
Yeah, that’s him, paid an arm and a limb for him
‘Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him

Hoes jump out the gym for him
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
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Tyga, YG – PARTy T1M3 Lyrics

Tyga, YG – PARTy T1M3 ( Lyrics ) Letra TygaVEVO Tyga, YG – PARTy T1M3 ( Lyrics )
Kit-kat, break that ass like— (break it)
Harlem shake, can you shake that ass? (hot, hot, hot)
I know it’s mine, I could take that ass (yeah)
Bad-ass bitch, let me spank that ass (spank it)
In a party bus, animals (oof)
Got some drink and some hoes (woah)
Blackin’ out, I’m goin’ ghost, hasta luego (uh, uh)

Put my hand on your back while you do it
Put my hand on her pussy, full of pubics
I don’t know how to act, I act stupid
Oh my God, it’s fat, I might lose it
She in a halter top and a thong
Shakin’ ass, her legs strong
She doin’ bad, she need a loan
But she don’t ask, she hit the pole

Let me see that pussy splash (splash)
Smokin’ on that pussy pack (uh)
Get you in your porno bag (yeah)
That pussy need a price tag (yes)
It’s designer (yes), it’s freaky (yeah)
It’s sneaky (woah), it’s leaky (ooh)
I’m demon (demon), she screamin’ (screamin’)
It’s creamy (creamy), see me

Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
I’ma throw this cash, I’ma throw this cash (oh-oh)
Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Tell her: Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Tell her: Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Then pick it up, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)

Ayy, bitch, it’s party time, party time, party time
Why does my girl wanna party all the time? (it’s party time, party all the time)
Ayy, bitch, it’s party time, party time, party time
Why does my girl wanna party all the time? (it’s party time, party all the time)

Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash (it’s party— party)
Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
I’ma throw this cash, I’ma throw this cash (it’s party time, oh-oh)
Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Tell her: Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Tell her: Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Then pick it up, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot, it’s party time)

Ass up, yeah, that’s right (do it)
Both hands, samurai (do it)
We can do this every night (yeah)
Blindfold with your hands tied (uh)
Blindfold, I’ma act up
Hit it right, she give me back rubs
I don’t care who your past was
If you see him out, we just pass blood
Scorpio, she a freaky ho (freak)
Pisces, she a wifey (woah)
Aquarius, she an airhead
Sagittarius, give me good head
She a gemini, she two-faced
She a cancer, she’s a dancer
My leo, she a sneak ho
My capricorn love makin’ porn

Ayy, bitch, it’s party time, party time, party time
Why does my girl wanna party all the time? (it’s party time, party all the time)
Ayy, bitch, it’s party time, party time, party time
Why does my girl wanna party all the time? (it’s party time, party all the time)

Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash (it’s party— party)
Shake that ass, I’ma throw this cash
I’ma throw this cash, I’ma throw this cash (it’s party time, oh-oh)
Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Tell her: Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Tell her: Drop it low, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Then pick it up, then pick it up (hot, hot, hot, hot, it’s party time)

Party time, party time, party time
Party time, party time, party time
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Gabriel O Pensador, Lulu Santos, Xamã – Cachimbo da Paz 2 Letra

Gabriel O Pensador, Lulu Santos, Xamã – Cachimbo da Paz 2 Letras, Lyrics: Gabriel O Pensador, Lulu Santos, Xamã – Cachimbo da Paz 2 Letra
No país da hipocrisia, onde ninguém se escuta
Na disputa por poder e pelos bens materiais
Uma vez, um cacique pegou uma sentença
Só porque fez a presença com um cachimbo da paz
Ele já morreu, mas eu entendo de milagre
Fui atrás de um velho livro num porão que ninguém abre
Nos arquivos do governo que escondia a informação
Sobre um ritual secreto de uma aldeia em extinção
O livro não era escrito em português
Mas guardava em suas páginas a fórmula para a ressurreição
Se a lei é contra a paz, sou capaz de ir contra as leis
E voltei de lá com o livro na minha mão
A TV e os jornais prometiam recompensa
Pra quem encontrasse o Pensa e desse a localização
Corri pro cemitério, com o sério objetivo
De ressuscitar o cacique que mataram na prisão

Apaga a fumaça da pistola e do revólver
Chama o bom cacique, que o bom cacique resolve
Todo mundo sabe bem o que ele já dizia
Acende, puxa, prende, passa e sente a maresia

Brisa, eu vou na brisa
Brisa, eu vou na brisa

Nas páginas sagradas
Não tinha frase nem palavra, quase nada
Só um enigma numa pintura indígena
Tem um pajé que manja
Da sabedoria xamânica
Lá na selva amazônica
Mas não deu pra chamar
Pra decifrar o mistério do universo
Terra, fogo, água e ar
Eu chamei o xamã que tem o poder do verso

Aí cumpadi tá chegando o Xamã nessa missão
Pra reduzir a passagem do busão
Toda vez, meus parentes seguem sendo assassinados
Mas só queremos nosso território demarcado
O cacique chegou trazendo novidade
Mataram o pataxó no ponto cego da cidade
Calibre 12 na cara do Brasil
Idade 14, pátria que me pariu
Mais um camelô sagaz do Rio de Janeiro
Carteira de trabalho, músico, olho vermelho
Respeita quem chegou primeiro amigo, vim de Bangu
Quem vem de fora, aqui é estrangeiro da sul
Urucum na pele, arco e flecha, meu flow que fere
Avisa a Megan que não sou Machine Gun Kelly
Sou Gabriel Pensador, desde a sexta série
Eu quero o mundo, mas as leis do mundo não me querem

Apaga a fumaça da pistola e do revólver
Chama o bom cacique, que o bom cacique resolve
Todo mundo sabe bem o que ele já dizia
Acende, puxa, prende, passa e sente a maresia

Brisa, eu vou na brisa
Brisa, eu vou na brisa

Quando voltou à vida
E ouviu que a sua aldeia tinha sido destruída
O cacique ficou mal
Viu muita gente fudida na cidade e no campo
Buscando uma saída pra escravidão mental
Pessoas se agredindo e se matando
Por preconceito de gênero, etnia e por políticos
Que só davam risada
Era tanta ignorância, tanta intolerância e ele como?
Não tava entendendo nada!
Encontrou uma mãe chorando por um filho vítima da depressão
Overdose de remédios controlados
Nessa sociedade, ansiedade faz estrago
O remédio é natural, demorou ser liberado!
É que a venda dessa erva continua proibida
Mas as suas substâncias salvam vidas
Enquanto muitas outras são perdidas
Numa guerra sem sentido
Que só serve pra fazer geral querer virar bandido
Até o cacique quis pegar no fuzil
Quando viu que a flecha nem arranhava o caveirão
O tiroteio foi intenso e muita gente caiu
Quem não correu, ficou sangrando no chão
Morreu polícia e bandido, aposentado, estudante
Morreu criança de colo e até gestante
Naquele instante ele chorou e gritou
Essa merda é atrasada demais! É revoltante!
Saiu pra dar uma volta e acendeu um da paz
Pra meditar: Por que ninguém se revolta?
E um playboy chegou, metendo mãozão
Querendo dar um tapinha, mas levou logo um tapão
Que isso, cacique? Acende, puxa, prende e passa
Tá bom, mas esse tapa foi pra tu ficar esperto
Respeita quem chegou primeiro e papo reto
Devolve tudo pros nativos, que isso aqui não deu certo!

Apaga a fumaça da pistola e do revólver
Chama o bom cacique, que o bom cacique resolve
Todo mundo sabe bem o que ele já dizia
Acende, puxa, prende, passa e sente a maresia

Brisa, eu vou na brisa
Brisa, eu vou na brisa

Apaga a fumaça da pistola e do revólver
Chama o bom cacique, que o bom cacique resolve
Erva no cachimbo, cochilou cachimbo cai
Chama no sinal de fumaça, que a gente vai
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