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Babyface Ray & Veeze – Bosses Linking With Bosses Lyrics

Babyface Ray & Veeze – Bosses Linking With Bosses Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Babyface Ray
Intro: Babyface Ray
Yeah
Bitch

Verse 1: Babyface Ray
Find another nigga to play with
10K in ones, a day shift (Frrt)
Back to back to back, I’m racing (Back to back, okay, Treeze)
Pussy good, but nothin’ to lay with (Nothing, bitch, yeah, welcome to the— welcome to the mob, bitch, nigga, you know that)
Served a million times, I still don’t trust him, he might cross me
You ain’t slick as me, showed his hand and that’s gon’ cost him
I get 40K a show, I used to serve to all Milwaukee
I heard fans taking pictures ‘cause it’s bosses link with bosses (I heard fans taking pictures)
Yeah, got it on me the sloppy way
Exotic bags, what you tryna pay? (Yeah)
I can’t lie, I got time today
Fendi coat with the Prada shades (Fendi coat)
I’ma keep shippin’, tote the stick, Doc Holliday (Doc Holliday)
I told her, “Hit thе door and handle business, stop tryna stay” (Stop tryna stay)
Verse 2: Veeze
Clearing out my rostеr, ‘bout to play eliminate (Yeah)
I don’t know who more toxic, is it me or my lemonade?
Pull up to her job, get throat on her lunch break
Money got me spoiled, hoes do what I say
I’m from 7 Mile, niggas die, they touch me
Make like thirty thou’ every time they touch the 8
Niggas go through great heights just to show they hate
Blues with me all the time, I’m Beyoncé
Find another nigga to play with
Real hitters owe me favors
Snitch nigga, no relations
Pissy bitches like probation
Made your bed, gotta lay there
I’m ‘bout to start a daycare
My bad side, ain’t safe there
All my niggas don’t play fair
Seven-figure nigga, you don’t know nothin’
Pokin’ out my pocket, but I still don’t give a ho nothin’
What you know about serving ‘til the sun come?
Way before high school, they trusted me for coke runs
Label talkin’ two M’s, at first, they tried to lowball me
I just take the shit that I wear once to the Salvation Army
Boy, I’m in the brothers only world tour, the Navy army
Bake a nigga like a hot and ready butter parmesan
Made it out the jungle, I can’t lie, a couple scars on me
If they knew what I had on me right now, it’d be five stars on me
Nigga made at me for no reason, I feel sorry for him
On my granny, I ain’t gotta hit the stash or borrow nothin’
Find another nigga to play with
He a zero, Jayson Tatum
Street nigga, fuck on A-listers
Wavy like the fucking Caymans
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Lil Tecca – 500lbs Lyrics

Lil Tecca – 500lbs Lyrics, Letra Lil Tecca
Intro
Oh
Uh-uh, uh (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (Uh)
Uh-uh, uh (Uh)
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (Uh-uh, uh)

Chorus
Yeah, not livin’ enough (Ayy)
This blunt, I’m takin’ a puff
Was startin’ to feel like it’s us
No trust, so do as you must (Yeah), for real
Don’t know when I stay out of town
I get dough when I stay out of town
500 chops, I got 500 rounds
500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah
Post-Chorus
I’m trustin’ nothin’ I’m told, honestly
I’m trustin’ half what I’m shown
I don’t pop out, but it’s each to they own
My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I’m known
Argue ‘bout bullshit, you know that you grown
I don’t know, the only reason I condone it

Verse
I know how it works, I know you a flirt
She send me the flick, tagged not safe for work
Don’t get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk
My bitch want Chanel, then shit, grab a purse
She told me she bad, I say, “You could do worse”
I’m born to be blessed, I live with a curse
When shit is a mess, I’m rollin’ up first
I smoked on my blunt, then I hit the church
‘Cause nobody get where you comin’ from
You know how it get when you goin’ numb
You know what we on, matter how you judged
Dealin’ with bullshit, out of love
My life a story, it’s not a punch-in
My life a party, it’s not a function
I never needed no introduction
Know I’m a star, I’m still adjusting
Bridge
And I can’t go out like that
You know that’s why I’m clutchin’
And I see it why they overreact
But all this shit ain’t nothin’
Told me you gon’ send the bread you owe me
Talkin’ like you got an option
She said, “It’s like you don’t know you a star”
I tell her that I’m still adjusting

Chorus
Yeah, not livin’ enough (Ayy)
This blunt, I’m takin’ a puff
Was startin’ to feel like it’s us
No trust, so do as you must (Yeah), for real
Don’t know when I stay out of town
I get dough when I stay out of town
500 chops, I got 500 rounds
500 plots, I got 500 pounds, yeah

Post-Chorus
I’m trustin’ nothin’ I’m told, honestly
I’m trustin’ half what I’m shown
I don’t pop out, but it’s each to they own
My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone
Think she forgot, I got me on my phone
Not safe for me to forget that I’m known
Argue ‘bout bullshit, you know that you grown
I don’t know, the only reason I condone it (Yeah, yeah)
Outro
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh
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Roger Waters – Money Lyrics

Roger Waters – Money (Official Lyrics, DSOTM REDUX) Lyrics, Letra Roger Waters
Money
Get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re okay
Money
It’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star, daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team
Money

Get back
I’m all right, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money
It’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
I’m in the high-fidelity first-class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
Welcome to Hell
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again
Welcome to Rooftops
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again
Welcome to The Starlight Room
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again
Welcome to The Underworld
And now, for tonight’s main event:
The Heavyweight
Close swaddled in the cloying folds of fat
The Heavyweight squats
Freak fearful on his stool
And through toad lids
He squints his vision of the world
The grey parade of waiters trade
His retinue, of course
Seconds, thirds, and fourths
Cling, tick-like, to his skin
The bell sounds
In the corner of the ring
A fresh contender for his crown
Puts out his pale hand to shake before the bout
The champion blinks
His sticky tongue
Swollen in greed
With cobra speed
Snakes out
It’s lights out for the kid
His grace and wit, in that split second
Plucked, sucked, dissolved
Reduced to petty bulk
Digested
Shit

The champ, well satisfied
Adjusts his sumo backside on the stool
Draws ‘round his cloak, breaks wind, out loud
The crowd howls its approval
But, in the shadow of the ring
With cloven hoof and a crooked grin
The Devil pats the briefcase that holds the Faustian pact
He smiles, enjoys his little joke
Because, he knows, the champion’s cloak
Is but a shroud, in fact
Money
It’s a crime
Share it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money
So they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away
Away
Giving none away
Giving none away
How much ya givin’ away?
Uh…none. Nuffin’.
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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Aisha (Intro) Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Aisha (Intro) Lyrics, Letra IMPERIA
Jala Brat {Buba Corelli}:
Aisha, {nisam bez tebe isti}
{Dišem, al’ nemam ništa} (Aisha)
{Kiša bez tebe pljušti} (Uh, yeah, oh)
Vrištim, al’ glas me izda
Aisha, {nisam bez tebe isti}
{Dišem, al’ nemam ništa} (Aisha)
{Kiša bez tebe pljušti} (Uh, yeah, oh)
Vrištim, al’ glas me izda

Jala Brat:
Aisha, Aisha mea
Aisha love, Aisha
Hayati, je t’aime
Aisha, kog si lagala

Ko-ko prokleta, podiže iz kome
Kukovi lome, ne ide bilo kome
Van dometa, van dometa, Andromeda
Neće da ometa, ali kad nazove
Ta mala je baš problem (S malo gardarobe)
Pali oči, bode (Gori, treba joj vode)
Ko ? opija, treba joj dati orden
Koliko god da se opire nije mogla na gore

Jala Brat {Buba Corelli}:
Aisha, {nisam bez tebe isti}
{Dišem, al’ nemam ništa} (Aisha)
{Kiša bez tebe pljušti} (Uh, yeah, oh)
Vrištim, al’ glas me izda
Aisha, {nisam bez tebe isti}
{Dišem, al’ nemam ništa} (Aisha)
{Kiša bez tebe pljušti} (Uh, yeah, oh)
Vrištim, al’ glas me izda

Jala Brat:
Aisha, Aisha mea
Aisha love, Aisha
Hayati, je t’aime
Aisha, kog si lagala
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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Bad B***h Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Bad B***h Lyrics Lyrics, Letra IMPERIA
Jala Brat & Buba Corelli:
Koža ti je sandy, braun (Braun)
Opet gola sjedi down (Down)
Sipaj vamo Brandy, da zaledi
Obućeni drama
Usne će me spalit (Spalit), oči će omamit (Omamit)
Malo me ohladi (Ohladi), ove noći su kokain (Ove noći su kokain)
Sipam malo Brendi na nju
Sipam malo Brendi na nju
Noćas stavljam Fendi na nju (Fendi)
Radim kao lerdi za nju (Radim kao lerdi, kao lerdi)

Jala Brat:
Nikotin, dim, dva, niko dim, ti i ja
Niko nikada, ova soba zna
Nikotin (Dim, dva)
Bebi bye, bye, bye (Yah)
Bebi bye, bye, bye (Yah)
Bebi bye, bye, bye (Yah)

Buba Corelli:
Šarmantna, elokventna
Kuja tvrda poput cementa
Intrigantna, inteligentna
Ona vozi me Bently Continental
U mom srcu ima sobu koju renta
U njoj polupan mi sav inventar
Na to nemam ni komentar
Mala nema konkurenta
Sa mnom roni, sporo potoni
VVS u toliko boja
Big Benz plovi, ko molotov gori
Furija, ubija me u pojam
Ostavićeš me ko odličan dojam

Jala Brat:
Nikotin, dim, dva, niko dim, ti i ja
Niko nikada, ova soba zna
Nikotin (Dim, dva)
Bebi bye, bye, bye (Yah)
Bebi bye, bye, bye (Yah)
Bebi bye, bye, bye (Yah)

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Sexyy Red – Hellcats SRTs Lyrics

Sexyy Red – Hellcats SRTs Lyrics, Letra Sexyy Red
(Young Rari)
Younn, younn
It’s Sexyy
Yeah
Bad bitches, we like fast cars
We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the week
Fingernails exotic, got lil’ cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my origin
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Marks

Put the Benz in sport more, nigga, I ain’t no regular ho
I-I don’t do insurance for my whips, this ain’t Geico
Key-key my car, you want some, stupid bitch, yeah, I write hoes
Diamonds bussin’ through the tints and my car a lightshow
Drop-drop the top on the ‘Rari, hope the wind don’t snatch my wig
Bankroll Sexy Redd, bitch, you know I do it big
I be smokin’ Zaza out the pack, you hoes be smokin’ cigs
Been that bitch since I was in first grade, I put that on my kid

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the week
Fingernails exotic, got lil’ cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my origin
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Marks

You drunk? You swervin’. I’m Sexyy so he nervous
Bussin’ hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin’
R-real bad bitch, ain’t a average, that’s for certain
He used to can’t handle Big Sexyy but he learnin’
B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin’
Pull up in somethin’ fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets
D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I’m a savage
He used to fuck with lames now he fuckin’ with the baddest (Sexyy)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the week
Fingernails exotic, got lil’ cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawks, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my origin
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Marks

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, coulda been nuttin’ in me (Younn, we out)
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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli & Baby Gang – La Muria Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli & Baby Gang – La Muria (prod. Higashi) Lyrics Lyrics, Letra IMPERIA
Mi piace la partenza

Bye, bye la muria, bye, bye la muria
Ja ne pričam policija, Bosnia, Italia
Compro una mitraglia, bye, bye, la muria
Audi, Mečka, municija, ra-ta-ta, Guérilla

Metto le Air, metto nei guai
Della mia vita tu che ne sai?
Dimmi com’è, tu come stai?
Io non sto bene, sono offline
Come stai, habibi?
Sono dentro un Alkatraz
Rubato i vestiti a Monza, al bomboclaat
Ora i miei vestiti: Amiri, Versace
Gucci e Luis Vui’, così mi piace
La bella vita a me, a troie
Pure coi soldi sto nella calle

Non metto storie (No, no)
Sì, con le troie (No, no)
Baby, una storia (No, no)
Anche se muore (Sì, sì)
Metto le Air, metto nei guai
Della mia vita tu che ne sai?
Dimmi com’è, tu come stai?
Io non sto bene, sono offline

Bye, bye la muria, bye, bye la muria
Ja ne pričam policija, Bosnia, Italia
Compro una mitraglia, bye, bye, la muria
Audi, Mečka, municija, ra-ta-ta, Guérilla
Bye, bye, bye, bye la muria, bye, bye la muria
Ja ne pričam s policija, Bosnia, Italia
Konto pun je, ja mafijam, bye, bye, la muria
Audi, Mečka, municija, ra-ta-ta, Guérilla

Original gangsta, I put my shooter on whisper
Italiano, [?]
Tu vjetar je lagan mama
Ali ne dam da belaj se, belaj vrati mama
U ovom gradu nema ko da shvati mama
Ali avlija zna koliko ja sam patio mama
Municija, panciri, Marokanci i rotacije
Drukeri u stanici, na distanci
Zato pare nisu u banci (Better get up though)
[?] (Put it up)
Pun gas, gužva u main laneu (A ja lutam)
A malu linija fura
Jala Lilian Thuram, sav hoodlum
Imperia baby, gang, gang, gang
La muria, hand over your man
Ne pričamo, hladni ko led
Makar zato pali na dno

Bye, bye la muria, bye, bye la muria
Ja ne pričam policija, Bosnia, Italia
Compro una mitraglia, bye, bye, la muria
Audi, Mečka, municija, ra-ta-ta, Guérilla
Bye, bye la muria, bye, bye la muria
Ja ne pričam s policija, Bosnia, Italia
Konto pun je, ja mafijam, bye, bye, la muria
Audi, Mečka, municija, ra-ta-ta, Guérilla

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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli x Bounty & Cocoa x DJ Tomekk – Marakesh Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli x Bounty & Cocoa x DJ Tomekk – Marakesh Lyrics Lyrics, Letra IMPERIA
Tekst pjesme “Marrakesh”

Strofa 1: Buba Corelli & Jala Brat
Mala crna ko Gana, pogled njen me reže ko katana
Na njoj sve je Dolce & Gabbana
Tanana, tanana, tamna Dominikana
Mami ko niklovana (Bad gyal
Ko V8, G class, mrka me nosa
Pištolj kad ne nosam ima nas osam
To, to mi daj, samo to me nosa
Gola, bosa, tijelo ko Diosa
Hmh, sve u meni ledi je
Taman ten, bad gyal baddie
Nosi Moncler Chéri, u G-u bijeli interijer je
Pije Champagne, ide sve na račun daddyijev
Pred-Refren: Buba Corelli, Jala Brat, BOUNTY & COCOA
Ništa check, samo keš
Flow Marrakesh, ti si ista kao sve, yah, yah
Sve je test, no stress, bulletproof vest
I samo čuje bam, bam, bam (Mh-hm

Refren: Jala Brat
Kada padam, zovem advokata
Kada jebem hoću nogе oko vrata
Kada padam, zovem advokata
Kada jebem hoću nogе oko vrata

Strofa 2: BOUNTY & COCOA
I’m a big girl, y’all wanna, uh, with me
Zeig’ dir Real Rap, das ist keine Fantasie
Wir roll’n in SUVs, Farbe anthrazit
Oder bunt, Hauptsache, Nagellack passt zum Jeep
Fick deine Industry-Partys, ich fick’ dein’n Status
COCOA ist on point, aber ziemlich taktlos
Immer irgendwo zwischen High Life und Absturz
Ich nehm’ den Nightliner und du nimmst den Nachtbus

Pred-Refren: BOUNTY, COCOA & Jala Brat
Hascha, Marrakesch, Batz in die Bags
Machen International Checks
Bulletproof Vest, goons in the back
Und die Shooters machen ram-pam-pam (Mh-hm, brrt
Refren: Jala Brat
Kada padam, zovem advokata
Kada jebem hoću noge oko vrata
Kada padam, zovem advokata
Kada jebem hoću noge oko vrata

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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Zvijer Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Zvijer Lyrics, Letra IMPERIA
You a bad bitch, muah, mojoj braći dala kokain liza
Čuo savage je, ah, moram biti malo sebičan, ah
Energična mala, toksična yeah
Alergičan na sranje što proziva
Sarajevo, bebo mrak ko Gana
Toliko para, ko da je lako nama
Spakovana, zakopana
Lova koju ne možeš vidjeti svakog dana
I kao smrt je tu na pragu
Kako vrti, dušu dat ću vragu
Ja bi samo da je vidim nagu
Watch her perky, dušu dat ću palu

Al’ nije fer, ti si mi zvijer
Uđi u G, skini Moncler
Nema na ler, nema afera
Čeka me G kod solitera

A moj Urus ikona trenda
Moj beba vrh, to vidi grad
Malo leda, viski grije sad
Ko da gledam smrt, ne vidim strah
A moj Urus ikona trenda
Moj beba vrh, to vidi grad
Malo leda, viski grije sad
Ko da gledam smrt, ne vidim strah

Čitav moj tim je tu
U backstage dim bude gust
Grey Goose, led i Juice
Uzak struk, velik guz i bluz
High ko zmaj, pjan, lud
Za pasom gun Magnum
Opran sam, ribo sam dandu
Srolam blunt, bacim krug kroz hood
A mala bi da bude Jean Van Damme
Na gram dva leti ko Concorde
Suknja kratka, Street tanga
Ulazi u Lamba, kruzanje noćno
Mamba, opasa za vrat
Mlad i slavan, rolam Avangard
Text hladan, ona sama zna
Gdje je tama, gdje spava vrag

Al’ nije fer, ti si mi zvijer
Uđi u G, skini Moncler
Nema na ler, nema afera
Čeka me G kod solitera

A moj Urus ikona trenda
Moj beba vrh, to vidi grad
Malo leda, viski grije sad
Ko da gledam smrt, ne vidim strah
A moj Urus ikona trenda
Moj beba vrh, to vidi grad
Malo leda, viski grije sad
Ko da gledam smrt, ne vidim strah
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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Hakimi Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – Hakimi Lyrics Lyrics, Letra IMPERIA
Tekst pjesme “Hakimi”

Strofa 1: Jala Brat & Buba Corelli
Pola ganga pod skupom etiketom
Privatnim letom vratim se u geto
A njena tanga zalivena Moëtom
Svaki dan beton, provjeri mi neto
Bulletproof džip, bebo ja ne gubim fokus
Uletim ti, kao da je hocus-pocus
Nude mi VIP, bijele Moëte i tompus
Uleti tim kao da je čitav korpus
A te, a te oči ko iz Vijetnama
Ten taman, ti bi šetala, budna pet dana
Letalna, al’ ja upozno sam šejtana
Sada mogu jebat onu koja me je hejtala
Pred-Refren: Jala Brat
S ulice smo, znamo da je život zamka
Svima nam je glave došla neka Balkanka
Pare za kluba i auto da se natanka
Džaba žele belaj kad svaki se nasanka

Refren: Jala Brat
Njeno oko moralo je to da snimi
Pušimo, Maroko, dajemo ga ko Hakimi
I dalje u bloku, samo nosimo Amiri
Oni su u šoku, neko mora da ih smiri
Njeno oko moralo je to da snimi
Pušimo, Maroko, dajemo ga ko Hakimi
I dalje u bloku, samo nosimo Amiri
Oni su u šoku, neko mora da ih smiri

Strofa 2: Buba Corelli
Moj Benz je nov, spušten krov
Čuje uzdahe, yeah
Gudra diže u zrak i ne pušta me, yeah
Duga devetka, puna, puna je, yeah
Čuvam je za pucanje na dušmane, yeah
U Dior Boudoir D
Hilton, dođi mi u lobby
Ko Endo noćas me pogodi
U goloj vodi kad ona vodi
A te oči ko iz Vijetnama
Ten taman, ti bi šetala, budna pet dana
Letalna, al’ ja upozno sam šejtana
Sada mogu jebat onu koja me je hejtala
Pred-Refren: Jala Brat
S ulice smo, znamo da je život zamka
Svima nam je glave došla neka Balkanka
Pare za kluba i auto da se natanka
Džaba žele belaj kad svaki se nasanka

Refren: Jala Brat
Njeno oko moralo je to da snimi
Pušimo, Maroko, dajemo ga ko Hakimi
I dalje u bloku, samo nosimo Amiri
Oni su u šoku, neko mora da ih smiri
Njeno oko moralo je to da snimi
Pušimo, Maroko, dajemo ga ko Hakimi
I dalje u bloku, samo nosimo Amiri
Oni su u šoku, neko mora da ih smiri
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