Post Malone – Speedometer ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Speedometer ( Lyrics)
I just a bought a new Lamborghini
That SOP cost two twenty-five
You called my phone, said you wanted to see me
I couldn’t think of a better reason to drive
Left pedal
For you loving I would want all the lights
Won’t let go, and I can’t wait to push my Speedometer
Boloboys – 2 Baun (ft. makko, Loco Candy, Okfella, toobrokeforfiji) (prod. prodbypengg) Letra Songtext zu „2 Baun“
Intro: makko
Respekt, das brauch’ ich right now
Und kein Drive Now
Ja, ah-ah
Hook: makko & toobrokeforfiji
Gib mir ‘ne Bolo und Respekt, das brauch’ ich right now (Ah)
Ich fahr’ immer nur mit Ticket und kein Drive Now
Warum sollt ich ein’n bau’n? Ich kann auch zwei bau’n
Sie will, dass ich traurig bin, weil sie kann mir nicht vertrau’n (Ah)
Was’n da los? Stefan? ziemlich planlos
Versteh’ grade nur Bahnhof, ich spiel’ Bubatz, kein Piano
Ich ess’ Bolo in Bologna, Rom oder Milano (Ah)
Geh ma’ weg mit deiner Carbo’, nein, ich fick’ nicht mit Vapiano (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Part 1: toobrokeforfiji & makko
Ja, ich mach Ragù, nein, ich bin kein Vegetarier
Ich gehöre an den Strand, so wie KDK
Double Ghetto?, zieh’ dir dein Geld ab so wie KSK
Homies legen Lines so wie Bodenleger Laminat
Boloboys auf Tour, ich geh’ dumm so wie auf Abifahrt (Ah)
Ja, und makko macht ein’n Part, du sagst: „Bro, den fand ich hart“
Flaschen auf sein’n Nacken, weil mein Bruder, er macht Hunnids grad
Füll’ mein Portemonnaie in Grün so wie ein Salat (Ja)
Part 2: makko & Loco Candy
Mein Shawty, sie isst Bolo und ist knackig wie Salat (Eh)
Shoutout an mein’n Arzt, weil ich hab’ immer baba Gras
Ja, du zeigst uns dein’n Track, doch irgendwie hat niemand gefragt
Und ich brauche keine Adlibs außer „Ja-ja-ja-ja“
Ich rauch’ Wedding Cake und du rauchst Wedding-Kacke, ey
Vier-K-Prada-Lederjacke, die ich bisher dreimal anhatte, ah (Yeah)
Und ist nicht so, als ob ich es dafür mache (Yeah)
Doch ich glaub’, ich darf flexen, weil ich vorher einfach gar nix hatt
Part 3: Loco Candy & Okfella
Loco Candy, Energie, Batterie aufgeladen (Ah)
Ich lass’ heute Abend krachen, Mob beladen an ‘nem Wochentag
Ich seh’ meinen Plug und frag’ ihn, ob er bisschen E hat
Spiele Kletterleiter, hoffe, dass ich da nicht runterfall’
Olympia, Trinksport, Daddy spielt kein Basketball
24/7 auf der Jagd, ich mach’ die Taschen voll
Ist kein Problem, Uhrzeit egal, bin unterwegs (Okay)
Sie will mich sehen, Bloody Rain auf dem Emblem (Ey, yeah)
Part 4: Okfella
Fucking ? in meiner Fresse, ey
Ich will in TV und in die Presse, okay
Bolo auf mei’m Teller, wenn ich esse
Meine ganze Gang, ey, alle halten’s echt, ey (Yeah, yeah)
Unser Leben rau, rau wie ein Griptape
Ich-ich mal’ auf dem Beat wie auf die Wand mit einem Stift, ey
Mit mein’ Team, ja, die Bolo ist bekifft, ey
Bolo in den Ven’n, machen sicher keine Mistakes
Hook: makko
Gib mir ‘ne Bolo und Respekt, das brauch’ ich right now (Ah)
Ich fahr’ immer nur mit Ticket und kein Drive Now
Warum sollt ich ein’n bau’n? Ich kann auch zwei bau’n
Sie will, dass ich traurig bin, weil sie kann mir nicht vertrau’n (Ah)
Was’n da los? Stefan? ziemlich planlos
Versteh’ grade nur Bahnhof, ich spiel’ Bubatz, kein Piano
Ich ess’ Bolo in Bologna, Rom oder Milano
Geh ma’ weg mit deiner Carbo’, nein, ich fick’ nicht mit Vapiano
Outro: toobrokeforfiji & Loco Candy
Wir haben extra Bolo gemacht, Mann
Wir haben extra Bolo gemacht
Also, wir machen grad extra Bolo
Ob er bisschen E hat Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Post Malone – Novacandy ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Novacandy ( Lyrics)
Novacandy
You’re just easier
I didn’t see her
And that’s my favorite guy
No, I never felt anything better than this
You can tell by the look on my face
Nothing lasts forever so I look at my wrist
Dopamine overdose
No, I never felt anything better than this
I would give up my tongue for a taste
Even though I know it’s catch and release
Dopamine overdose
Put on my old coat and I found new drugs
Wanna thank young me for gettin’ me fucked up
And a distant relative just bit the dust
Somehow I’m in the will for a million bucks
And baby, I just won a free fuckin’ trip to Disneyland
I just got a second blue check on Instagram
Oh, and it feels so good tonight
Let’s hang like we’re never gonna get it back
No, I never felt anything better than this
You can tell by the look on my face
Nothing lasts forever so I look at my wrist
Dopamine overdose
No, I never felt anything better than this
I would give up my tongue for a taste
Even though I know it’s catch and release
Dopamine overdose
Big sigh, ooh, what a ride
It’s for life, then I changed my life
Penthouse but I lost my room key
Another minute, another pout, another brewski
Yeah, you know, it’s funny how it goes
When everything is nothing ‘cause all I ever wanted was more
And it feels so good tonight
Let’s hang like we are never gonna get it back
No, I never felt anything better than this
You can tell by the look on my face
Nothing lasts forever so I look at my wrist
Dopamine overdose
No, I never felt anything better than this
I would give up my tongue for a taste
Even though I know it’s catch and release
Dopamine overdose
Post Malone – Laugh It Off ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Laugh It Off ( Lyrics)
When we was lyin’ down on the floor
You said I should smile more
I was killin’ your vibe
Pretend I didn’t hear your voice
But, baby, I was takin’ notes
Keep that in mind
Hey, you say you hate me
Ha-ha-ha, I laugh it off
Your mind is made
And I can’t change it
Some ha-ha-how
Haven’t seen the Sun in a month
But it’s all sunshine
I forgot how to cry
It feels like pain, pain is a world away
Took my cigarettes and flushed them down the drain
Now, okay, okay, I’m lyin’
Hey, you say you hate me
Ha-ha-ha, I laugh it off
Your mind is made
And I can’t change it
Some ha-ha-how
I laugh it off
And if I learned anything at all
Some ha
Talk to me, I know it’s over
I’ll listen like I did before
Hey, you say you hate me
Ha-ha-ha, I laugh it off
Your mind is made
And I can’t change it
Some ha-ha-how
I laugh it off
And if I learned anything at all
Some ha
Some ha
And if I learned anything at all
Some ha
Some ha
That Mexican OT – 15 Missed Calls (feat. Sploosh God) ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra That Mexican OT Intro: That Mexican OT
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
(Stop playin’)
Verse 1: That Mexican OT
I got the weed nobody can touch, I be smoking that virgin Mary Jane
That Mexican what? That Mexican OT, don’t act like y’all don’t know the name
I got gas in the blunt that’s gon’ peel the paint
I got three wise men bringing hella dank
I got a bitch working out, doing shake weight
Ricky Bobby money in the kitchen, I shake and bake
My bitch is bad and older, don’t drink soda, I love that pussy odor (Uh-huh)
She ride like Rover, bend it over, eat dick ‘til she throw up (Uh)
Gotta her all on her knees like, “Amen”
Put it in the wrong hole, she like, “Ayy, man”
Beating it up and I got her spraying like a spray can
Mеssing with this girl and her family the Ku Klux Klan
She likеs my demeanor, she likes how I’m wylin’
She like her a beaner, she like how I’m stylin’
She like role play, so I’m teaching her college
I put it in the butt, I ain’t using no condom
She call me the wet back ‘cause I get her back wet
Slipping and sliding from all of that back sweat
Deep in her guts, now I got her stomach upset
Fell in love with me, she said she gon’ up that
She so freaky, she wanna eat me
Beat up that pinky, stuff her like a Twinkie
Got her room hot, got it musty and steamy
I’m slidin’ it in, you would think it’s a CD
Right on
Shawty said she gon’ ride for me, and she said she gon’ slide for me
And while I’ll be beating, I got her screaming that That Mexican OT is the guy for me
Chorus: That Mexican OT
Fifteen missed calls from my lil’ bitch, she say I’ve been tripping lately
I say, “Nah, I just gotta get this money, I’m on a mission, baby”
Plus, see people wan’ see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil’ bitch, you crazy
Verse 2: Sploosh God
Told that lil’ ho I’m crazy like CeeLo (Like who?)
Always calling my tio for kilos (Brrt)
In the midst of the moment, the money the only thing I find important to me, though (Just give me the loot)
Can’t go fuck up my digits when I’m tryna live it up
Bitches be holding you back (What?)
That’s why I don’t got love for no ho and I’m always out rapping and killing a track (Kill shit)
Rep the H, need that bitch on my back (H, bitch)
Only focused on bread and a stack (Ayy, ho)
If she don’t eat the dick anywhere all the time, then that ho getting gone like a pack (Gone, bitch)
On the mission collecting ciabatta
That ho call me “Dada”
I can’t be ya padre (Hell, nah)
Understand that I’m freaky as fuck and I don’t give a fuck to drop dick in ya Madre, ooh (Sploosh, Sploosh)
Young playa have her sellin’ cat and breaking guap (Yeah)
Been this way since a jit, I can’t have no relations, I’m focused on hitting the top (Hitting the top, bitch)
She be calling my phone wondering what I be on, but I’m off somewhere all in the mix (I’m all in the mix, ho)
If you fucking, I’m sorry, lil’ baby
I can’t have no ties on my road to get rich (I’m tryna get rich)
Niggas mad that they bitches be biting and getting excited, tryna take us a flick (No, you can’t have a photo)
Lil’ ho can’t get a dollar from me or a holla from me
All she get is some dick (Lil’ bitch, that’s the motto)
In the studio rapping these raps (Sploosh, Sploosh, Sploosh), tryna get out the hood and make living a switch
Don’t be blowing my line, I’m fine
No falling behind, I’m hitting some licks
Chorus: That Mexican OT
Fifteen missed calls from my lil’ bitch, she say I’ve been tripping lately
I say, “Nah, I just gotta get this money, I’m on a mission, baby”
Plus, see people wan’ see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil’ bitch, you crazy
Fifteen missed calls from my lil’ bitch, she say I’ve been tripping lately
I say, “Nah, I just gotta get this money, I’m on a mission, baby”
Plus, see people wan’ see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
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Post Malone – Socialite ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Socialite ( Lyrics)
Fuck
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
I’m always a drink away from a good day
Put on some Jodeci, gettin’ loose, ayy
I pummel the coochie, I’m Bobby Boucher
Maybe that’s why they put up with all my bullshit
And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, ayy
In LA they tell me my truck is stupid
Doin’ cul-de-sac donuts, man, I’m a nuisance
I left my Prince with the Revolutions
Get hammered all alone
But don’t feel bad for me
And my chauffeur drinks Patrón
So call a cab for me, and I’ll leave
Fuck me up, it’s only a body (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If God exists, it shouldn’t be a problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Socialite
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
I’m feelin’ naughty up on a Sunday
Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai
I’m callin’ her Shrek ‘cause she got a donkey
It’s crazy how well we get along
My new best friend I just met
Now it’s, “Fuck everybody else”
You love someone for six weekends
And never talk to them again
Call it what you want
It’s such a tragedy (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I pulled the shortest straw
Another casualty, guess I’ll leave (Ooh-ooh)
Fuck me up, it’s only a body (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If God exists, it shouldn’t be a problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck me up, it’s my birthday party (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So tell me something we got in common (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Socialite
Socialite
Post Malone – Don’t Understand ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Don’t Understand ( Lyrics)
I’m a rolling stone
Took you by surprise
Hangin’ onto something, anything
Just like a shimmer of light
Oh, how the [?] felt
I said: You’re really something, everything
Told me when I’m cold
So hold me closer, baby
I don’t understand how you like me so much
‘Cause I don’t like myself
I don’t understand how you like me so much
Wish I was someone else
You say you had a million reasons
But I can’t think of one
I don’t understand how you like me so much
‘Cause I don’t like myself, mm
I’ll build a church for you
They’ll come from miles around
‘Cause you’re really something, everything
Told me when I’m cold
So hold me closer, baby
I don’t understand how you like me so much
‘Cause I don’t like myself
I don’t understand how you like me so much
Wish I was someone else
You say you had a million reasons
But I can’t think of one
I don’t understand how you like me so much
‘Cause I don’t like myself, mm Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Post Malone – Hold My Breath ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Hold My Breath ( Lyrics)
Talk too much
Drink too much
Please don’t leave
‘Cause you’re holdin’ on
To something special to me
It’s essential to me
Hold my breath
Till I turn green
Please don’t leave
‘Cause you’re holdin’ on
To something special to me
It’s essential to me
My love
Say that you, say that you love me
Don’t waste my time
Shut me up
Snuff me out
Please don’t leave
‘Cause you’re holding on
To something special to me
It’s essential to me
My love
Say that you, say that you love me
Don’t waste my time
Don’t waste my time
Post Malone – Too Cool To Die ( Lyrics) Letra PostMaloneVEVO Post Malone – Too Cool To Die ( Lyrics)
I put the sunglass on so I don’t have to say hi (hi)
Send a text after I’m gone, I don’t say it back
And I miss you [?], can’t fold it right
She fill my tank, I get it, spinnin’ out
And I don’t got it all, and I don’t cry (don’t cry)
Ask me how I feel, I’m doin’ fine and it goes like
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
She wanna fuck me on a jet, but I’m scared to fly, uh
She wanna feed me fancy drinks, and keep me up all night
She ask me if I like this wedding ring
For fuck sake, it’s our first date
I did and then I went and invited on the next day, fits me great
And I don’t got it all, and I don’t cry (don’t cry)
Ask me how I feel, I’m doin’ fine and it goes like
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
I’m not here for long, baby, I’m just passin’ by
The world keeps gettin’ harder, baby, but I’m too cool to die
I’m too cool to die
I’m too cool to die
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Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Gorgeous Remix (feat. City Girls) [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Tee Grizzley Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Gorgeous Remix (feat. City Girls) [ Lyrics Lyrics]
Gorgeous, you gorgeous (Uh, uh, yeah)
Gorgeous, you gorgeous (Yung Miami, It’s the motherfuckin’ remix, Helluva made this beat, baby)
Gorgeous, you gorgeous
Gorgeous, you gorgeous (Jack)
Huh? Six figures for a Patek, it’s gorgeous
Diamond links on my wrist full of pointers (Pointers)
Cuban link on my neck, this bitch gorgeous (Ayy, ayy, this bitch gorgeous)
We eat the most, bust tint, it’s enormous (Yeah, yeah, you know that)
I love staring at my bitch, she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She love staring at my kit, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
My lil’ bitch say her favorite words is: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
I keep talkin’ to my wrist like: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
She know she bad (She bad), I’m still gon’ tell her that she gorgeous (Gorgeous)
She got a man (So?), you better not kiss him, I need oral (Bitch)
You know these hoes gon’ do whatever I tell ‘em, I ain’t normal (Whatever I tell ‘em)
Wrist pull of pointers, ain’t no paper shortage, nigga (Ah)
It look like phone numbers when I get advances (When them numbers come)
I love your natural body, baby, let’s enhance it (Let me turn you up)
They would’ve kicked you out of school, you the baddest (So cold, bitch)
You know them bitches that ain’t gorgeous be the maddest (They sick)
Half a million on my weddin’, I’m a married man
Bitches thought they blew their chance, they ain’t never had a chance (She closed)
My neck need to go viral, it’s doin’ a TikTok dance (Bitch dancin’)
You gorgeous, I can’t spend no time, but I can spend some bands (Ah)
Six figures for a Patek, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
Diamond links on my wrist full of pointers (Pointers)
Cuban link on my neck, this bitch gorgeous (This bitch gorgeous)
We eat the most, bust tint, it’s enormous (It’s enormous, huh?)
I love staring at my bitch, she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She love staring at my kit, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
My lil’ bitch say her favorite words is: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
I keep talkin’ to my wrist like: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, I know)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, ah)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, bitch, you better get the motherfuckin’ prettiest bitch on here)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, JT)
Please don’t call me twin, I don’t look like you (Yeah)
Bad bitch and I’m cocky, make a hatin’ ho uncomfortable (Ugly)
She think she first, gotta be April Fools
Bitches wanna be messy, so I came in this bitch with a broom
Pretty bitch throwin’ Bs up, Hellcat with my feet up
Face card don’t decline, JT Visa
Me and nigga never parted, don’t be silly, ho
He like my ass and say I remind him of Jacki-O
I’m gorgeous (Yeah), you stray, ho (Yeah)
That’s why he walk you like a dog (Yeah), you a stray, ho (Yeah)
I’m gorgeous (Yeah), bitch, why? (Yeah)
Who the fuck said pretty girls don’t fight?
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous), huh?
Loose change that could by me new [?] (Ah, ah)
Make him bust in some Loubs, I ain’t even have to touch on him
Face card screamin’ trap me with a baby (Gorgeous)
Oh, you rich, but you don’t trick? It’s crazy
Keep it classy then nasty
She ain’t a CityGirl, bitch borin’ if you ask me
You say you love me, nigga, show me with a Van Cleef
Hop up on that dick and I ride it like a Banshee
Blue strips every day, it’s lucrative
Hatin’ hoes got me in they mouth more than hooka tips (Ho)
You can look, just don’t touch, girl, [?]
Got him single for this pussy front row like I’m Kiki
Six figures for a Patek, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
Diamond links on my wrist full of pointers (Pointers)
Cuban link on my neck, this bitch gorgeous (This bitch gorgeous)
We eat the most, bust tint, it’s enormous (You know that)
I love staring at my bitch, she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She love staring at my kit, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
My lil’ bitch say her favorite words is: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
I keep talkin’ to my wrist like: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
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