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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli & RAF Camora – 10 do 2 Lyrics

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli & RAF Camora – 10 do 2 Lyrics, Letra 10 do 2, a ti na to si me natjerala
Flaša do dna svaki put kad si mi zatrebala
U-na-na-na, moja tuga se je zaljevala
U-na-na-na, svaka druga bi se zajebala
10 do 2, a ti na to si me natjerala
Flaša do dna svaki put kad si mi zatrebala
U-na-na-na, moja tuga se je zaljevala
U-na-na-na, svaka druga bi se zajebala

Ti lijepa kao bog, a ja umoran od sveg
I nije mi do fleksa, Moët, dajte meni njeg
I mrzim ovu noć, ledenu, blijedu ko snijeg
Dok držim ovaj Scotch, trebam jednu nakon nje
I sipaj, sipaj, iako sama je spavala, yah
Sipam, sipam, ako znam da je sanjala, yah
A noći su mi umorne i teške
To su one noći gdje anđeli griješe

10 do 2, a ti na to si me natjerala
Flaša do dna svaki put kad si mi zatrebala
U-na-na-na, moja tuga se je zaljevala
U-na-na-na, svaka druga bi se zajebala
10 do 2, a ti na to si me natjerala
Flaša do dna svaki put kad si mi zatrebala
U-na-na-na, moja tuga se je zaljevala
U-na-na-na, svaka druga bi se zajebala (Ah, ja, ja)

Zehn, zehn vor zwei
Zehn-zehn, zehn vor zwei (Ahh)

Zehn, zehn vor zwei, mit Ekipa im Club, die Musik ist gut, Wodka-Bull am Tisch (Ahh)
Guapa, warte nur auf dich, schau’ auf meine Uhr, aber du kommst nicht
Bist du überhaupt in der Stadt oder auf einer Yacht in Dubrovnik? (Jaa)
Keine andre hat diesen Arsch in deinem Outfit
Guapa ist eine Waffe (Ahh)
Vollautomatik, aber wenn sie dich trifft, dann ohne Bandage (Ja), ey
Hab’ auf sie immer mein’n Appetit (Mhh)
Kenn’ keine KI, die-die so perfekt ist (Ja, ja)
Will dich auf mir bitte, was für Bestie? (Ja, ja)
Wo ich bin, bist du auf der Guestlist
Zehn vor zwei, aber ich vergess’ dich da

10 do 2, a ti na to si me natjerala
Flaša do dna svaki put kad si mi zatrebala
U-na-na-na, moja tuga se je zaljevala
U-na-na-na, svaka druga bi se zajebala
10 do 2, a ti na to si me natjerala
Flaša do dna svaki put kad si mi zatrebala
U-na-na-na, moja tuga se je zaljevala
U-na-na-na, svaka druga bi se zajebala

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Jay Rock, Anderson .Paak, Latto – Too Fast (Pull Over) Lyrics

Jay Rock, Anderson .Paak, Latto – Too Fast (Pull Over) Lyrics , Letra JayRockVEVOYeah
Mami, mami
Ay dios mío, mami
Yeah
Ay dios mío, mami!

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain’t never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you’re ‘posed to do
No stress when I’m checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Six trey, rag top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae
niggas acting can animated, I might have to draw the weapon
On the set, send a stepper up the stairway to heaven, I’m a vet
Put up pole dancer in a Mercedes, she want watch P Valley and go half on a baby
I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don’t get out pocket

Yep, yeah, you don’t want that
It’s giving what’s giving, no kizzy
I ain’t never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch
Swinging 1942 like a baseball bat
I send ‘em home running
The brain ain’t grade A, I don’t know nothing
niggas talking heavy, this a feather on my wing
VVS diamond, Eastside, Johnny, I’m him
I mean—

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Yes, Lord!
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Latto
Sitting behind five percent tint
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent
We ain’t blood, we ain’t kin, don’t be be calling me, “Sis”
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent
Latto not a little one
Bitches want a come up, ain’t gon give ‘em one
Pull up in the skrrt, then I pull off in a different one
A bigger one, expensive one, a Lamb-ie or something
Put a switch on that ass like a granny or something

niggas getting knocked out, signed to RCA but I be feeling like a Top Dawg
Probably getting topped off somewhere where with the top off
Never did the talking, always been the one they talk ‘bout
Pull over, that ass too fat
Fuck ‘em good, pat myself on the back
It’s a hell of a cat, no scatt
I look like a Barbie, act just like a brat

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

Makaveli, pack a valley
I done died and went to heaven
Came back in the 1963 Chevy with gold Pirellis
I just wanted something better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table
Ain’t shit you can tell me
Baby, I’m a whole problem
Put a lotta people on
Gotta keep a, keep a round
Don’t panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up

I was up dumb late, waiting for a bag, chasing
A birdie on my shoulder told me, “Slow up
It’s about patience”
Fourth quarter, throwing lobs out of desperation
I was lost, nigga
That’s why I love you, girl
I swear to God
Pour the SelvaRey all on you, girl
Let’s go

Move it, move, you too slow, bruh
Update, time to V8 the motor
Everybody asking where I get the dope from
Update, I ain’t never told no one
No sweat when you doing what you’re ‘posed to do
No stress when I’m checking up on every move
Jumping out the moon roof to the solar
I can see you niggas starting over

Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Pull over, that ass too fast
Too fast
Hit the ATM and grab mo’ cash
Mo’ cash
Yes Lord, feelin’ like a new man
Too fast
I was dreaming in the life then I woke up in the—

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Gucci Mane – Married with Millions Lyrics

Gucci Mane – Married with Millions Lyrics, Letra Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane – Married with Millions

Intro
Huh
Yeah
Brrah
(Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go

Chorus
I’m married with millions (Huh), I’m married with millions (Huh?)
I’m married with millions (Huh?), I’m married with millions (Wop)
Said fuck an entourage, it’s ‘bout my wife and children
They said, “Guwop, where you been?” Been tryna stack a billion (Huh)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (Huh)
They like, “Guwop, where you been?” I been wheelin’ and dealin’ (Go)
Verse 1
This a lowdown dirty industry, it’s full of envy (Hate)
Niggas wearin’ costumes, they ain’t who they pretendin’ (Fake)
Remember when I first got hot, niggas tried to befriend me (Hot, hot, hot)
I had one bad episode and they held it against me (Well, damn)
Had a real close friend, found out he was snitchin’ (Wow)
I didn’t really give a fuck, it was none of my business (Give a fuck)
Nigga took the stand on me and got me convicted
Talkin’ ‘bout aggravated assault, some shit ‘bout a pool stick (Wop)
Champagne bottle ‘cross the head and they blamin’ the convict
Why they always bring my name up whenever it’s conflict? (Wop)
Say I threw her out the what? Them people was lyin’
When the judge gon’ believe me? When pistol flyin’?

Chorus
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Huh)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
Said fuck an entourage, it’s ‘bout my wife and children (Fuck ‘em)
They said, “Guwop, where you been?” Been tryna stack a billion (Cha-ching)
I’m married with millions (Wow), I’m married with millions (Woah)
I’m married with millions (Huh?), I’m married with millions (Well, damn)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (It’s big)
They like, “Guwop, where you been?” I been wheelin’ and dealin’

Verse 2
Main priority right now is just ice and Iceland (Ice)
I remember in ’06, I had the icy Breitling (Brr)
Had a fistfight in Rice Street, them boys was knifin’ (Knife)
Just freed my homeboy Ralph, that boy had life, man (Woah)
Free my nigga Grant quick, he doin’ a life (Life)
Free my nigga Tame too, he gave me advice (Free him)
Said, “Be thankful for your kids and thankful for your wife” (Mwah)
“You done did it once, so get out there and do it twice” (Go)
Exotic coupes with features and exotic beaches (Wow)
I do it for the fam, I cut off all the leeches (Facts)
The streets taught me a lot, it was my greatest teacher (Woah)
I’m not the best role model, I am not a preacher (Guwop)
Chorus
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Huh)
I’m married with millions, I’m married with millions (Yeah)
Said fuck an entourage, it’s ‘bout my wife and children (Fuck ‘em)
They said, “Guwop, where you been?” Been tryna stack a billion (Cha-ching)
I’m married with millions (Wow), I’m married with millions (Woah)
I’m married with millions (Huh?), I’m married with millions (Well, damn)
My house so god damn big, this shit look like a building (It’s big)
They like, “Guwop, where you been?” I been wheelin’ and dealin’
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Nas feat. 50 Cent – Office Hours Lyrics

Nas feat. 50 Cent – Office Hours Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Nas
Nas feat. 50 Cent – Office Hours Lyrics
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah
No reason to stop
Sht just flowin’ like water (Let it float)
Bruce Lee said be like water
Flow like water
Just coast
Hip Hop’s back
Esco they know over 808s I’m fatal over samples I go Yayo, Crack Music like the Ye song I’m plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin’ like prenatal 70s I played with Play-Doh
All I see a bunch of Fredos
Godfather, they on payroll
They on go when I say so
Not to kill, not a halo
They gon’ build, plant tomatoes in the field Not O.J. though , white truck, negotiator on the phone Talkin’ paper, office hours all day tho
I’m from the hood that started the YERRR Go and check it do your research I started the surge That big necklace sht
After the 80s, after Rakim, I resurrected it Chest is lit
Freezin’ I’m polar vortexin’ it
Now they quiz me, am I gonna step from the business A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist Without a numbing needle
I feed the people ‘cuz I love the people
Two series at once, yeah let’s run the sequel
If I really got it dumb it down for some of yall That’s that Magic & KD at the same time
(Not Dumber or Dumber)
This ain’t a Dumb or Dumber sequel
Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey’s my mans

(Yeah)

But here’s the plan
Multitasker
I don’t need an OG pass
See my trajectory is everlasting, like Curtis Jackson Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade
I’m surprised that I acted that way
A baby Mac-10 on my ‘yac sht
Carhartt in the cold
Don’t get confused or used or let them barter your soul Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas
We the reason you spelling NY with capital letters, listen And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time machine come back with a vengeance You should go study my analytics
I shouted people on verses that ain’t deserve it
When it’s turf sht I stand on business
Shout to the ones to whom I gave passes
Could’ve been a lot of graves full of caskets
Damn I’m a good guy
For that I think I’m blessed more
All these Fredos could’ve been added to the death score There’ll be Second Line dancin’ on St Charles Street New Orleans band was jammin’ playin’ a raw beat
They gon’ miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat Like his arteries clogged from feasting on some hard meat
Innocent victim
Stick ‘em, get ‘em, book ‘em, good you got ‘em
Glad you took ‘em
Black and wasn’t lookin’
Headshot
Drill shit up the pole
Pure sht, 40 Glock
Kill snitch, run, but you still hit
Ratpack ‘em, jump ‘em, gun butt ‘em, rub ‘em
He fight back, snuff ‘em
This sht ain’t ‘bout nuttin’
You saw it but you ain’t seen sht
This is Queens sht
No Ifs Ands or Buts in between sht
It’s 50 nigga
You already know how I get when I get on my bullsht Ha ha ha
He’s tweakin’ and geekin’
Ha, ha
Southside ngga
QB ngga yeah
So what we gonna do
Where Jungle at?
What we gonna do
We stayin’ in here or we goin’ out
Sht we should go out we rich as a muthafcka
Esco they know over 808s or fatal over samples
I go Yayo, Crack Music like the Ye song I’m plugged in Jumper cables, trap, bumpin’ like prenatal 70s
I played with Play-Doh

All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I
All I see is a bunch of Fredos
Ha, ayo Fif I might put my next album out on G-Unit You let ‘em slap you around out here
You can’t let ‘em slap you around out here it’s bad for the family They put a hand on you, you put two on them
Fckin’ Fredos
One thing I hate is a fcking Fredo
It’s bad for the family
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Cafe Malibú – Sech, Mora, Saiko Letra

Cafe Malibú – Sech, Mora, Saiko Lyrics, Letra Sech
Intro

(Sech)
Dije que no lo vuelvo a intentar
Con nadie vuelvo a salir
Y tú me viene’ a tentar
Con esa forma de reir

(Saiko)
Tengo miedo que me gu’te y tu te pierdas
Mal acostumbra’o, siempre la misma mierda

(Mora)
Yo te hice llegar
Pa’ después verte ir
Te puedes quedar
Con mi Patek Philippe
Y pa’ que intentar
Olvidarte si to’ me acuerda ‘e ti

Estribillo

(Sech)
Dicen que el que se enamora pierde
Y contigo ya me vi perdiendo
Ese dia no’ tocamos más que un instrumento
Terminamos la botella en el apartamento

(Mora)
Dicen que el que se enamora pierde
Pero contigo yo me pierdo
(Saiko)
Te puedo enseñar mi apartamento
Pero tu tranquilita que a nadie le cuento

Verso

(Mora)
Dale, prende lo que traje, si
Pa’ quitarte ese traje
Tu sabes que conmigo te sube el oleaje
Te llevo al cielo sin pasaje
Esa figurita le hago un homenaje
Si quieres lo grabo y te envio el pietaje
Y un sueldito bebe, pa’ que no trabaje’

Una cenita en Yoko y po’ debajo de la mesa
Estoy que te toco
Vamono’ a lo loco
Y lo ‘e aquella vez
Todavía en mi mente guardo la foto’
Aquellas de nosotros

Despertarno’ al frente al mar
Y yo era tu desayuno
Tu tiene’ algo diferente
A ti si te presumo, hey
Vamo’ a tratar, si no funciona la culpa yo asumo
A ver si cumplimos lo que dijimo’ el dia uno

Estribillo

(Saiko)
Dicen que el que se enamora pierde
Y contigo ya me vi perdiendo
Te puedo enseñar mi apartamento
Pero tu tranquilita que a nadie le cuento

Verso 2

(Sech)
Ye, prendelo
Yo pago la multa mami enciendelo, si
El volumen subelo
Ya estoy loco por ti, entiendelo-o-o
Entre menos se enteren
Más duramo’ en hablar
Y quiero ser tu cielo
Si quieres volar

Grito fuerte
Pa’ que el universo me escuche
Porque no hay otra morrita que me guste más
Siento que me tiene’ en un bucle
Por la sensación de éxtasis que me das

Más más
Drogadicto quiero más
En viajes meto un cash
Igual me lo iba a gastar
Más más
Allá abajo quiere mas, ye
De su apa me dio un pase
Y que pase lo que pase

Estribillo

(Sech)
Dicen que el que se enamora pierde
Y contigo ya me vi perdiendo

(Mora)
Te puedo enseñar mi apartamento
Pero tu tranquilita que a nadie le cuento

Verso 3

(Saiko)
No te voy a mentir
Yo no pensaba que esto se pudiera convertir
En algo más que un momento
Como aquella vez
Que en la playa te clave
Te baje para Castell
Y mi apa te lo enseñe

Estoy que te chocó dentro del baño de la Choco
Yo conozco tus puntos débiles cuando te lo toco
Siento que eso te estalla
Puse tu foto de fondo pantalla
No me gusta despedirme
Nunca quiero que te vayas
Lo se
Tu tranquila que se
Que no lo puedes parar
Que tu lo sientes también
Yea
Y no te lo voy a negar
Que me dio miedo porque

Outro

Dicen que el que se enamora
Pierde
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Ice Spice – Deli Lyrics

Ice Spice – Deli (Lyrics) Lyrics, Letra IceSpiceVEVO
Intro
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
She a baddie, she showin’ her panty (Grrah, grrah)
(She showin’ her panty, she showin’ her panty)
(Stop playin’ with ‘em, RIOT)

Chorus
She a baddie, she showin’ her panty (She showin’ her panty)
She shake it like jelly (She shake it like jelly, damn, damn)
Hunnit bands in Chanely (Hunnit bands in Chanely)
But I’m still shakin’ ass in the deli (But I’m still shakin’ ass, grrah, grrah)
With my bitch gettin’ deady (With my bitch gettin’ deady)
He like him a wetty (He like him a wetty)
He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Grrah, grrah)
And I’m baggin’ his partner, I’m pеtty (Grrah, grrah)
Verse 1
Call me that bee while he еatin’ my honey (Eatin’ my honey, damn)
You know niggas like bitches with money (Bitches with money)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Takin’ her spot (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you ain’t cookin’, then get off the pot
My name Ice, but I always stay hot
Passenger princess, he pass me his knock (Grrah, grrah)
Baddest lil’ bitch from my block
Me and baddies be gettin’ along
So they always be singin’ my song
Steppin’ outside, I’ma put that shit on (Like, like)
Three hundred and then I perform (Damn)
You know I’ma get to the bag
All the hatin’ bitches to the back (Hatin’ bitches to the back)
Too much to lose so I cannot react (Damn)
Damn, bitches be goin’ out sad (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Chorus
She a baddie, she showin’ her panty (She showin’ her panty)
She shake it like jelly (She shake it like jelly, damn, damn)
Hunnit bands in Chanely (Hunnit bands in Chanely)
But I’m still shakin’ ass in a deli (Grrah, grrah)
With my bitch gettin’ detty (With my bitch gettin’ detty)
He like him a wetty (He like him a wetty)
He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Grrah)
And I’m baggin’ his partner, I’m petty (Grrah, grrah)
Verse 2
Feelin’ a smooch, and I’m showin’ my coochie
PJ to Emilio Pucci (Damn, damn)
I love white bitches like shoutout to Lucy
If she bad, then I let her seduce me (Damn, damn)
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch, I’m Miss Poopie
Juice in my cup got me feelin’ real loopy (Got me feelin’ real loopy)
Forty-inch, middle-parted (Forty-inch, middle-parted)
He got all my pics hearted (Grrah, grrah)
They all like, “Damn, Ice, your flow be the hardest” (Like)
I’m not a regular artist
Grrah, grrah
Go ‘Ku and I’m just gettin’ started
Baddies on baddies, they know how to move
‘Ooters on ‘ooters, they know how to ‘oot
Bussin’ that pack, goin’ straight to the moon (Goin’ straight to the moon)
Off the juice, actin’ loose

Chorus
She a baddie, she showin’ her panty (She showin’ her panty)
She shake it like jelly (She shake it like jelly, damn, damn)
Hunnit bands in Chanely (Hunnit bands in Chanely)
But I’m still shakin’ ass in a deli (Grrah, grrah)
With my bitch gettin’ detty (With my bitch gettin’ detty)
He like him a wetty (He like him a wetty)
He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Damn, grrah)
And I’m baggin’ his partner, I’m petty (Grrah)
Outro
And I’m baggin’ his partner, I’m petty
But I’m still shakin’ ass in the deli
Grrah, grrah, grrah

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Draganov – 3DABI Lyrics

Draganov – 3DABI (Official Music Video, Prod by Draganov X Slimy Fuego) Lyrics, Letra Mr Draganov
intro
W ch7al sbert w tal 3dabi
Ra mn 3inihom bayna keddabin
Chkon lli m3aya? w chkon sbabi?
Rmit saroute w sdit babi

couplet 1
3ayech f 3alam parallèle
F jibi morceau caramel
Machi nefss les paramètres
Li 9ebli le7sso la gamelle
L’psy diyali khasso psy
W l’9elb diyali khasso nti
L39el baghi les centimes
Ghadi w kan9tel les sentiments
Kolla nhar w feeling
Cheb 7essni fl vinyle
Wana tal 3dabi sinin
Mazal c’est pas fini
Kissaynoni haters fl habta
W sebt lila khabta
Khelli chabiba nachta
A makaynch li tab tab
Khrejt fl 7elma ngolik “coucou”
3chiri 9assina beaucoup
Kanchouf l’futur machi rétro
Makaynch plan secour
Machi 7ajra machi robot
Ta mn 3damek ghadi doubou
Manssina la b canetta la b ittro
Ra ma3refnach nssogo
Pre-refrain
W ch7al ssbert w tal 3dabi (tal 3dabi wllah)
Ra mn 3inihom bayna keddabin (kddabin wllah)
Chkon li m3aya? w chkon sbabi? (chkon sbabi? wllah)
Rmit saroute w sdit babi (sddit babi)

Refrain
Sddit 9elbi ssafi
Ch3elt ddo li tafi
7it ta f dеrbi dlam lli ghaleb
W 9elbi Allah li 3alem
Sddit 9еlbi ssafi
Ch3elt ddo li tafi
7it ta f derbi dlam lli ghaleb
W 9elbi Allah li 3alem

couplet 2
Ma tme3ch f trophée (yeah!)
Noyer fl’ewssekh l’oseille
Khass li z3em o li osait
Rap marokki ça sent mauvais
B9ina coute que coute solide
Sa7bi mcha l’goût gbel couvid
Nkhalli blassti ki Kobe (yeah!)
F had l’base ana l’phobie
3aref rassi ana fautif
Wakha kanhreb mn l’mountif
Safi y’en a marre mn l’hmoum (yeah!)
Bnadem m9awed w mssmoum (yeah!)
Dima kayn wakha nbalek absent
Te3refni mnin jay ghi mn l’accent
Ghaba hadi wana tarzan
Safi mab9itch petit garçon
3yit nghwet ki rje3 ghi l’eco
Ba9i mdareb ghi m3a ro7 w l’ego
Twe7echt li 3acht f l’école
Tel3oli f kerri les comptes
3chiri jini face jini good
Zebbi twa7echt rassi ki kont
Soghri daz kaml ki Rico
W l’mouri fake silicone
Pre-refrain
W ch7al ssbert w tal 3dabi (tal 3dabi wllah)
Ra mn 3inihom bayna keddabin (kddabin wllah)
Chkon li m3aya? w chkon sbabi? (chkon sbabi? wllah)
Rmit saroute w sddit babi (sddit babi)

Refrain
Sddit 9elbi ssafi
Ch3elt ddo li tafi
7it ta f derbi dlam lli ghaleb
W 9elbi Allah li 3alem
Sddit 9elbi ssafi
Ch3elt ddo li tafi
7it ta f derbi dlam lli ghaleb
W 9elbi Allah li 3alem

outro
W ch7al sbert o tal 3dabi
Ra mn 3inihom bayna keddabin
Chkon li m3aya? w chkon sbabi?
Rmit saroute w sddit babi
Sddit 9elbi ssafi
Ch3elt ddo li tafi
7it ta f derbi dlam li ghaleb
W 9elbi lah li 3alem
Sddit 9elbi ssafi
Ch3elt ddo li tafi
7it ta f derbi dlam li ghaleb
W 9elbi Allah li 3alem
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Travis Scott, Bad Bunny, The Weeknd – K-POP Lyrics

Travis Scott, Bad Bunny, The Weeknd – K-POP Lyrics TravisScottVEVO
Travis Scott, Bad Bunny & The Weeknd – K-POP ( Lyrics)
(Gonna pop, baby)
(Vemo’)

Swish, bih
Move that shit out here
You full off one sip
Fallin’ off but I got grip (grip)
All around the trap, it hit (hit, hit, ayy)
All around the map, you trip (skrrt)
Take it like nine out of ten (yeah)
Think they gon’ find that again
Think I gotta bond out again

Behind the tint, I sin, I vent
Can’t forget about that place we went
Right after you put that in my head
Do you still pop ‘em? Do you dance?
Do you still drop some’? Know you can
I got a lot, but I’m still chancin’

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah

Hace tiempo no te veo, eh
Es que ahora en Miami jangueo, eh, eh
Ya no tengo la Rodeo
Ahora en la G-Wagon, spoteo, ey

Y te lo meto al frente de la playa
Como aquello’ tiempo’ de camino a Maya
Tú ni fumaba’ y, chingando, te arrebaté
Dale, no pierdas tiempo, no lo piense’, trépate

Tú bien loca, loca
Yo bien loco, loco
Si ahora tu mai nos pilla
Me pide una foto

La nota me explota
El ticke’ lo exploto
Vamo’ pa’ Cayo Musha
Ya le texteé al piloto, eh-eh

I know ‘bout this one time
You felt like that winner, winner
That night was just so fire
I need you back sooner, sooner
You come back on this side
When shit get back cooler, cooler
We run it back one time
I’m grabbin’ you uno

Ooh (uno)
Ooh-ooh (mm-mm, mm-mm)
Ooh (mm-mm, mm-mm)
Ooh-yeah (mm-mm)

Mix the drugs with the pain
Let the waves lead the way
You in Cannes and Saint-Tropez
Callin’ out my name

You know I’m wrong in my face, uh
You know I’m high off that K-pop
Rubbin’ up on your body
All your clothes, you gon’ take off

South of France, we gon’ party
This ain’t some lil’ yachty
We gon’ fuck till we seasick
You my bad lil’ mami, mami

You love me
You could tell me you love me
Even if you don’t mean it
Sex’ll make you believe it
I love it when she up on me
Love when she’ll call me papi
Even though she Korean
Get her wet like tsunami, ‘nami, ooh, yeah

I know ‘bout this one time
You felt like that winner, winner
That night was just so fire
I need you back sooner, sooner
You come back on this side
When shit get back cooler, cooler
We run it back one time
I’m grabbin’ you uno

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah (uno)
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Lil Dann & Lil Baby – Family Freestyle Lyrics

Lil Dann & Lil Baby – Family Freestyle Lyrics Lil Dann
Intro: Lil Dann
Young rich nigga, young rich nigga (Ayy, Luxury)
Hide ya bitch, nigga, hide ya—
Ooh, damn (What’s up, Pyro?)

Verse 1: Lil Dann
I ain’t never drove a C-Class, AMG, I’m too fast (Ah)
If I don’t get no lean today, I fuck around and relapse (Yeah)
Shot his brother in his face, I know that nigga three mad (Okay)
Like to mention, yesterday I put the BRABUS on the G-Wag’ (Yeah)
Shinin’ like a light (Light), bitch, I’m litter (Litter)
When we come around, better tell them lil’ niggas to put they bitch up (For sure)
Today I fuck around and do some sit-ups (Okay)
Nigga, nevermind, all these fuckin’ chains on, I can’t even lift up (Ah)
I’m kickin’ shit like Liu Kang (Kang)
I’m superhero Dapper Dan, bitch, I’m Brucе Wayne (Wayne)
Beforе I ever save a ho, I’ma save the day (Oh)
I’m fuckin’ with that Adderall, I been up all day (Huh)
Lil’ bitch, I’m gettin’ paid, uh (Yeah)
(Uh) Lil Dann the richest young nigga in Atlanta (In Atlanta)
Like BM, if we run the whole world, we need a banner (Yeah)
4PF got that city shit on lock, and I put that shit on camera, nigga (Let’s go)
I popped a pill and hit the bitch, and I left her pussy swole (Swole)
She try to run from me all night, but didn’t know where to go (Oh)
These diamonds on me, hittin’ like ice, fuck around and catch a cold (Woah)
Real G8 nigga, I was thirteen, trappin’ at Texaco (Yeah)
You think Lil Dann at war, you must be crazy, nigga (Crazy)
I’m my own boss, for real, and I got paid hitters (Hitters)
We can go safe for safe, mine way bigger (Yeah)
Two millions on my ‘Gram, all mine, not Baby’s, nigga (On God)
But he showed me how to get it, now I get it on my own (Woah, woah)
This real player shit, we ain’t sharin’ bankrolls
I’m a fool with the safe (Uh)
I’m paranoid, nigga, I go to sleep with the K, huh (Uh)
Bridge: Lil Dann
Young rich nigga
Young lit nigga, for sure

Verse 2: Lil Baby
I told Mac to come and punch me in
Yeah, I’m turnin’ active when we land, it ain’t no tappin’ in
My lil’ brothers strapped up, I was fuckin’ with the Mexican
I kept fuckin’ my sack up
I put Mazis, Benzs, and Porsches in the hood before this rap stuff
Somethin’ ever happen to me, call Lil Dann’em, that’s my backup
Eight million out of spot, with nine choppers for the jackers
They stepped on, what you call it? How the fuck y’all let that happen?
Watch some niggas take the plea at trial, I know that slime ain’t happy
Don’t ask me how much the Wham cost, you know that lil’ bro ain’t taxin’
They ain’t even make a lot of these, you know I had to snatch it
I just jumped out and bought a Hellcat, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no Scat
We them Oakland City millionaires, you know this ain’t no cap

Bridge: Lil Baby
Yeah, you know this ain’t no cap
Yeah, you know we made it happen
Yeah, put the hood on my back
Yeah

Verse 3: Lil Baby
Five-hundred thousand on the watch, nigga, that’s me
I had this shit poppin’ before I dropped, you can ask P
Country boys come and get them blocks, nigga, that’s G
In sixth grade, I know this shit would happen, ask Lil D
We was walkin’, I was tellin’ bro, “We gon’ have twenty cars”
We was breakin’ in and robbin’, we had caught a couple charges
All my cars at least three-hundred thousand, ain’t buy no fuckin’ Charger
I don’t know who hyped these niggas up, we ain’t never been no problem
Raised up, I went big and Mad Maxed y’all top shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I’m used to countin’ commas
Only class I had was mathematics, I’m used to doin’ numbers
Yeah, I’m nasty but don’t even ask, we fuckin’ with a condom
Know we sold more bags than Walmart, I can put that on my momma
I been actin’ like an asshole, you get shit on if you run up
I ain’t went under a thousand dollars the last twelve summers
She been actin’ like she like that, stick it in and she start runnin’
I been like that since I was younger, I don’t care who down there, I’m dunkin’
Air Force 1s and Timbs, we stuntin’, that lil’ boy act bad, we dump him
I got bands, don’t play no trumpet, I put drum on the bottom of the stick
They ain’t even own that thing ‘bout shit, but tell your bitch to stay off my dick, nigga
Outro: Lil Baby
Pussy-ass nigga
Yeah
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ALBI & AZET – ZU WEIT Lyrics

ALBI & AZET – ZU WEIT Lyrics KMNGANG
Songtext zu „Zu weit“

Part 1: Azet
Raus aus der Zelle und rein in dein’n Ort
Ein Bruder sitzt ab, fünfzehn Jahre für Mord
Seh’ ein’n Ferrari und kauf’ ihn sofort
Für jeden, der denkt, ich hab’ alles verlor’n
All meine Feinde woll’n alles von mir
Bin im Termin mit den Füßen auf Tisch
All meine Taschen am platzen, am platzen, am platzen
Ich glaub’, sie sind wütend auf mich
Fahren ohne Verdeck
Ich hatt zehn Jahre unter mein’ Bett
Ja, sеlbst mein Anwalt sagt, dass es reicht
Und ihr sеid alles, aber nicht echt

Pre-Hook: Azet
Tut mir leid
Bring mir zehn Flaschen Cristal in mein’n Bereich
Alles auf Eis

Hook: Azet
Wir sind zu weit
Meine Gang ist zehn Level up, du holst uns nicht mehr ein
Sie will nur bang’n, bang’n, bang’n, du stirbst an Neid
Jeder isst sich satt an einem Teller in unserm Kreis
Die Neun macht bang-bang-bang, du stirbst an Neid

Part 2: Albi, Albi & Azet
Alo, Kalasch
Waffen so groß wie mein’ Nam’ (Huh)
Und genau das ist der Grund, weshalb ich keine Slim Fit mehr trag’
Was Benz? Sitz’ im Brabus
Fünfhundert Kunden drücken auf Anruf
Patek unter mei’m Anzug
Du willst das zweite Ma’ Probe, komm, mach ma’ ein’n Abflug
Tausend Pakete in Taschen gestopft
Wir sind am essen, solange er kocht
In meiner Hand eine Flasche Cîroc, hau’ auf dein’n Kopf (Haha)

Pre-Hook: Azet
Tut mir leid
Bring mir zehn Flaschen Cristal in mein’n Bereich
Alles auf Eis

Hook: Azet
Wir sind zu weit
Meine Gang ist zehn Level up, du holst uns nicht mehr ein
Sie will nur bang’n, bang’n, bang’n, du stirbst an Neid
Jeder isst sich satt an einem Teller in unserm Kreis
Die Neun macht bang-bang-bang, du stirbst an Neid

Bridge: Azet
Alo, Kalasch, alo
Alo, Kalasch, alo
Hook: Azet
Wir sind zu weit
Meine Gang ist zehn Level up, du holst uns nicht mehr ein
Sie will nur bang’n, bang’n, bang’n, du stirbst an Neid
Jeder isst sich satt an einem Teller in unserm Kreis
Die Neun macht bang-bang-bang, du stirbst an Neid
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