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King Von – Act Up Lyrics

King Von – Act Up Lyrics
Von
Huh? What? Huh?
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

Chorus
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill ‘em (Boom, boom)
Now I’m gettin’ money, got so much ice on me, I just be chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t gon’ change up just ‘cause this fame stuff (Nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (Boom, boom)
Fuck nigga act up (Who?), then his ass gettin’ clapped up, better not come near me (Boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (Yeah), I was tryna kill ‘em (Huh? Huh?)
Now I’m gettin’ money, got so much ice on me (Yeah), I just be chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t gon’ change up just ‘cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Fuck nigga act up, then his ass gettin’ clapped up (Boom), better not come near me (Boom, boom)
Verse 1
You can take a nigga out the streets (What?), can’t take the streets out a nigga (Nah)
You can make a nigga super famous (What?), but deep down, he still a killer (Yeah)
You can give a nigga all that money (Huh?), more choppers and poles for the gang (Uh-huh)
You see a potential investment (A what?), we see a potential stain (On gang)
Only thing different, I’m checkin’ a bigger bag (Uh), I’m rappin’ and doin’ shows (Rappin’ and doin’ shows)
But still I support the trenches, still be trappin’ and shootin’ poles (Still be trappin’ and shootin’ poles)
Plus, I can’t forget my struggle (I can’t)
Can’t never forget where I came from (Uh-uh)
Won’t never forget what made me (I won’t)
Still snatchin’ up souls like Shang Tsung (On gang)

Chorus
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill ‘em (Boom, boom)
Now I’m gettin’ money, got so much ice on me, I just be chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t gon’ change up just ‘cause this fame stuff (Nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (Boom, boom)
Fuck nigga act up (Who?), then his ass gettin’ clapped up, better not come near me (Boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (Yeah), I was tryna kill ‘em (Huh? Huh?)
Now I’m gettin’ money, got so much ice on me (Yeah), I just be chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t gon’ change up just ‘cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Fuck nigga act up, then his ass gettin’ clapped up (Boom), better not come near me (Boom, boom)

Verse 2
Nigga, we shoot shit for real (Uh)
Lack one time and your ass get killed (Boom, boom)
Nigga, I just popped me a pill (Uh-huh)
First motherfucker get caught, boy, his ass gettin’ nailed (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Niggas be scared when I roll up (I know)
I’m the type to do a nigga dirty, act like I don’t know him (Boom, boom)
He ain’t see it comin’, so I had to show him (Boom, boom)
Run up on a crowd and just get to blowin’ (Boom, boom, boom)
Never worked at no bar, but I throw shots (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
You can call me a pro at how good I blow Glocks (Yeah)
Got my whole hood on lock (Lock)
Niggas hatin’, be the same ones get shot (Get shot, what?)
And niggas mad ‘cause they ain’t got what I got (Nah, nah, nah)
Chorus
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill ‘em (Boom, boom)
Now I’m gettin’ money, got so much ice on me, I just be chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t gon’ change up just ‘cause this fame stuff (Nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (Boom, boom)
Fuck nigga act up (Who?), then his ass gettin’ clapped up, better not come near me (Boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (Yeah), I was tryna kill ‘em (Huh? Huh?)
Now I’m gettin’ money, got so much ice on me (Yeah), I just be chillin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t gon’ change up just ‘cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Fuck nigga act up, then his ass gettin’ clapped up (Boom), better not come near me (Boom, boom)
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King Von – Jimmy Lyrics

King Von – Jimmy (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro
(Tahj Money)
Von

Chorus
Man, that nigga better pray (On God)
And stay with it on him (Stay with it)
He keep lookin’ around, he feel death around the corner (It’s death around the corner)
This nigga slimy (Slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (Lick in California)
Old man an organ donor
Gun to his head and picked his phone up
He say, “Look, man, we both grown-ups” (What?)
I’ll shoot you and won’t give two fucks (What?)
Call your son, he better pick up (Pick up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (Yeah, yeah)
Pops is sweatin’, started breathin’ heavy (Damn), call the paramedics
He had asthma (Uh), but this crazy young bastard ain’t care ‘cause he was savage (What?)
Verse
He say, “Call him, stop the stallin'”
He cock back his lil’ revolver (Gone)
He say, “God, this young man got a problem” (Grrah, grrah)
He say, “Nah, this a problem solver” (What? Huh?)
Old man shakin’, now he get to coughin’
He ain’t respondin’, he can’t get him off him
This man dead, he ain’t even bother
Somebody son just lost a father (Damn)
Now Jimmy found out (What?)
His daddy got killed in his house (Who? What? Huh?)
Stuck in the game, he was tryna get out (Nah, nah)
Some bitch nigga ran in his house (Damn, damn, damn)
Couldn’t take the pain, Jimmy broke right down (What? Huh?)
His daddy still on the ground (Huh? What?)
Said, “Daddy, you with mama now”
Shit fucked up, Jimmy was the only child (Damn, damn, damn)
Now Jimmy out here in the streets just runnin’ wild (What?)
Put fifty bucks only Lil Cal (Damn, damn)
Niggas confused, like, “Why Lil Cal?” (What?)
They say Jimmy had cameras in his house (Yeah, yeah)
Somebody gave him a tip, say Lil Cal got a crib right there on the 6
He tryna score or assist, say, “God, if you give me this chance, I swear I won’t miss” (On God)
Now he stakin’ out in a car three houses down
Was just givin’ up, now he pullin’ up now
He parked his car and now he gettin’ out (There he go)
Wasted, drunk, he stumblin’ now
Jimmy rose and he shot like Kawhi (Boom, boom)
Bullets hit him, man, he hit the ground (Boom, boom)
Stood over him and he said with a smile
Chorus
Man, that nigga better pray (Pray)
And stay with it on him (Stay with it on him)
He keep lookin’ around, he feel death around the corner (It’s death around the corner)
This nigga slimy (Slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (Lick in California)
Old man an organ donor (Man an organ donor)
Gun to his head and picked his phone up (Damn, damn)
He say, “Look, man, we both grown-ups” (What?)
I’ll shoot you and won’t give two fucks (Move)
Call your son, he better pick up (Give it up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (Goddamn)
Pops is sweatin’, started breathin’ heavy, call the paramedics
He had asthma, but this crazy young bastard ain’t care ‘cause he was savage
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King Von, BreezyLyn & Tink – Jealous Lyrics

King Von, BreezyLyn & Tink – Jealous (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro: King Von
(Wheezy outta here)
Damn
What?
Von
Huh? What?

Chorus: King Von
You know I’m the realest (You know)
And you know I’m a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest ‘cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don’t you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin’ with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I’m still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I’m on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, l’ll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don’t know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil’ boy jealous, damn (Boom, boom)
Verse 1: King Von
But don’t even mind that (Nah)
We ain’t worried ‘bout it, we ain’t buyin’ that (Uh-huh)
I’ma fall back, I’ma be cool (Bе cool)
Just don’t let me find out wherе he hidin’ at (Boom, boom)
And you know I be tweakin’, fuck that, never mind that (Nah, nah)
Girl, come here with your fine ass (Come here)
You first place in the contest (Yeah)
Kissin’ on your neck while we undressin’ (Uh, uh)
Put this pillow on the TEC, pussy gettin’ wet
I be in it, beatin’ down walls, pussy gettin’ stretched
Afterwards, took her to the mall, pockets on shred (Huh? What?)
And I ain’t even gotta flex (Nah, nah)
And we ain’t even gotta text (Nah, nah)
And I ain’t even got an ex (Nah, nah)
And you ain’t even got a next (Huh? What?)
And we ain’t even gotta sex
But look (Look), let me know, do you clean? Do you cook? (Do you cook?)
Let me know, would you iron a nigga clothes on the way to the show since a nigga be booked? (What?)
Let me know if you fucked on my homie named Wuk
Damn, she got me open like a book
I got her scared, she shook
Never fucked with a nigga from the hood
And I ain’t never tasted no pussy this good
She gon’ get somebody killed, let me knock on wood
But, girl, you fine, if lovin’ you was a crime, then I’d damn near be booked
Chorus: King Von
You know I’m the realest (You know)
And you know I’m a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest ‘cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don’t you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin’ with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I’m still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I’m on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, l’ll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don’t know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil’ boy jealous, damn

Verse 2: BreezyLYN
I know how you get (I know how you get)
And I know you gang ‘bout me (I know you gang ‘bout me)
Down for whatever, gon’ flame ‘bout me (Flame ‘bout me)
He tell me it’s his, put his chains ‘round me
Don’t let me catch you with a bitch (Yeah)
I just might dig in my purse (I just might dig in my purse)
She just might go on a shirt (She just might go on a shirt)
He fuck with a baddie, he know what’s it’s worth (He know what’s it’s worth)
Baby, don’t get it confused
If he fuckin’ with me, then he know what to do (Know what to do)
I ain’t the one or the two (One or the two)
If we talkin’ ‘bout niggas, I know who to choose (I know who to choose)
Yeah, he different (Yeah, he different)
He beat it in different positions (Yeah, different positions)
He hittin’ my line when you missin’ (What?)
Made him pull up and I told him to kiss it (Damn), damn
You the illest, nah, bae, I feel like you the realest
Yeah, it’s often, I know that you feel it
He lovin’ my vibe ‘cause he know I’m the chillest (I’m the chillest)
Damn
Chorus: King Von
You know I’m the realest (You know)
And you know I’m a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest ‘cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don’t you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin’ with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I’m still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I’m on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, l’ll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don’t know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil’ boy jealous, damn

Verse 3: Tink
Let me empty the clip
Get it hard when I sit on the tip
Pretty brown, he done put it down
Now I fuck around, had to beat up his bitch (Bitch)
‘Cause he know that this pussy get wetter (Wet)
Fuckin’ me with his pipe on the dresser (Pipe)
He a demon and I’m a lil’ savage
Rich sex, hundred K in the mattress
Tell a bitch drop her location
Pussy got you catchin’ cases
Put it on me up in them trenches
Throat gang got a nigga actin’ different (Different)
You know I ain’t givin’ him back (Nah)
He in love with the way that it clap
And the way that he put in that work (Put in that work)
It be feelin’ like we in the trap (Trap)
Locked in, put his heart in the vault
Say that ass and them titties is soft
Post bail if he ever get caught (Caught)
That’s how it go when you fuckin’ a boss, look

Chorus: King Von
You know I’m the realest (You know)
And you know I’m a killer (You know)
I think I need a vest ‘cause when you lie, I swear, I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (Damn)
Don’t you know I got feelings? (You know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin’ with a real one (What?)
Got a couple million, I’m still in the buildings (Huh? Yeah)
Know I’m on the block, she can tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, l’ll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (Boom)
L-O-V, I don’t know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil’ boy jealous, damn
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Lil Gnar, Chief Keef & Young Nudy – PB&J Lyrics

Lil Gnar, Chief Keef & Young Nudy – PB&J (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Whаt’ѕ hарреnіn, Сhі Сhі
Yеаh, уеаh, huh, huh
Аl Gеnо оn thе trасk
Реаnut buttеr gutѕ іnѕіdе thе whір јuѕt lіkе а ѕаndwісh
Нuh, huh, whаt

Реаnut buttеr gutѕ іnѕіdе thе whір јuѕt lіkе а ѕаndwісh
Маn thаt hо јuѕt wаnt mу nutѕ, ѕо І nаmеd thаt lіl’ b!tсh Ѕаndу
Аnd І саnnоt еаt thаt соосhіе ’саuѕе thаt ѕh!t јuѕt ѕmеll lіkе ѕаlmоn
Ѕmаѕhеd hеr fоr а wееk thеn І gаvе thаt b!tсh а рlаn В
Yоu аіn’t соmе uр оut thе ѕtrugglе, уоu саn’t undеrѕtаnd mе
Wіdе bоdу dеmоnhаwk, І drіvе іt lіkе а Ваnѕhее
Роѕtіn’ rасkѕ оn Іnѕtаgrаm, І’m rеаllу hаvіn’ mоtіоn
Ніt thаt gаѕ іn thаt Аvеntаdоr, fееl lіkе а rоllеrсоаѕtеr

Fееl lіkе Wіllу Wоnkа, ѕhаwtу ѕmоkіn’ ооmра lооmра dоре
Аnd mу росkеtѕ ѕо rоbuѕt, І gоt ѕtuріd bаndѕ оn mе
Ѕhе gіvе ѕtuріd hеаd оn mе, dоublе сuр thе rеd
Wе dоn’t fk wіth rаt ngаѕ trуnа рlау thе fеdѕ
Аnd thаt n**gа асtіn’ mоnkеу, hе gоn’ gеt thе ‘nаnа сlір
Fоur bаndѕ оn thе соаt, рull uр оn mу fаѕhіоn ѕh!t
І bе ѕmоkіn’ bіg dоре, blunt lіkе а fаt b!tсh
І bееn gоіn’ Каnуе сrаzу, gоіn’ bаtѕh!t

Реаnut buttеr gutѕ іnѕіdе thе whір јuѕt lіkе а ѕаndwісh
Маn thаt hо јuѕt wаnt mу nutѕ, ѕо І nаmеd thаt lіl’ b!tсh Ѕаndу
Аnd І саnnоt еаt thаt соосhіе ’саuѕе thаt ѕh!t јuѕt ѕmеll lіkе ѕаlmоn
Ѕmаѕhеd hеr fоr а wееk thеn І gаvе thаt b!tсh а рlаn В
Yоu аіn’t соmе uр оut thе ѕtrugglе, уоu саn’t undеrѕtаnd mе
Wіdе bоdу dеmоnhаwk, І drіvе іt lіkе а Ваnѕhее
Роѕtіn’ rасkѕ оn Іnѕtаgrаm, І’m rеаllу hаvіn’ mоtіоn
Ніt thаt gаѕ іn thаt Аvеntаdоr, fееl lіkе а rоllеrсоаѕtеr

Маn thеу ѕеаtѕ Мауbасh dіd ѕubwау
Ѕhоrtу lіkе tо gеt hеr fасе fkеd, І саll hеr fkfасе
Аll whіtе rіmѕ, уеllоw F’ѕ lіkе а duсk fасе
Ѕоѕа whу уоu аlwауѕ lаtе, b!tсh ’саuѕе І bе uр lаtе
Тоld thаt b!tсh ѕuсk mу d!сk rіght, b!tсh fоr fk’ѕ ѕаkе
Ѕаіd ѕhе wаnnа hіt thе dоре, nоw ѕhе gоt thе ѕtunk fасе
Ріѕtоl аll uр іn hіѕ mоuth, ngа thіnk іt’ѕ а mukbаng
Веаt hіm аll іn hіѕ brасеѕ, hе саn’t rеmеmbеr hіѕ fkіn’ nаmе
І аіn’t gоt nо tіmе, bае, ассоrdіn’ tо whаt mу wаtсh ѕау
Ніt уоur а*ѕ wіth tіmе, lіl’ Тоmmу ѕtау thе fk оut mу ѕрасе
І dоn’t саrе whаt n**gаѕ ѕау І’m dоіn’ ѕh!t аt mу расе
Аnd wе hеаrd уоur blосk јаmmіn’, wе соmіn’ tо dо а drаg rасе

І bе hоw І dіd а fkіn’ Сhіrаq сrіmе rаtе
Аll thіѕ ісе, ѕnоwmаn, mаkе уоu gеt уоur mіnd rіght
Yоung ngа gеt grееn, ѕhаwtу саll hіm lіmеlіght
Drор а n**gа wіth thе whіtе ісе, саll hіm Кlоndіkе
Реаnut buttеr gutѕ іnѕіdе thе whір јuѕt lіkе а ѕаndwісh
Маn thаt hо јuѕt wаnt mу nutѕ, ѕо І nаmеd thаt lіl’ b!tсh Ѕаndу
Аnd І саnnоt еаt thаt соосhіе ’саuѕе thаt ѕh!t јuѕt ѕmеll lіkе ѕаlmоn
Ѕmаѕhеd hеr fоr а wееk thеn І gаvе thаt b!tсh а рlаn В
Yоu аіn’t соmе uр оut thе ѕtrugglе, уоu саn’t undеrѕtаnd mе
Wіdе bоdу dеmоnhаwk, І drіvе іt lіkе а Ваnѕhее
Роѕtіn’ rасkѕ оn Іnѕtаgrаm, І’m rеаllу hаvіn’ mоtіоn
Ніt thаt gаѕ іn thаt Аvеntаdоr, fееl lіkе а rоllеrсоаѕtеr

Реаnut buttеr gutѕ
Вubblеgum whеn І’m іn уоur b!tсh gutѕ
Whеn ѕhе ѕее ѕlіmе, ѕhе gоn’ саtсh а nut
Норе hеr ngа dоn’t knоw, hе mіght gо nutѕ
Rіdіn’ wіth а drum оn іt, knоw іt hоld nutѕ
Аnd І’m іn а bullеtрrооf truсk, саn’t bе tоuсhеd
Аnd І’m rіdіn’ wіth twо ѕlutѕ, аnd І’m gееkеd uр оn thеm bеаnѕ, ngа, ѕо whаt

Реаnut buttеr gutѕ іnѕіdе thе whір јuѕt lіkе а ѕаndwісh
Маn thаt hо јuѕt wаnt mу nutѕ, ѕо І nаmеd thаt lіl’ b!tсh Ѕаndу
Аnd І саnnоt еаt thаt соосhіе ’саuѕе thаt ѕh!t јuѕt ѕmеll lіkе ѕаlmоn
Ѕmаѕhеd hеr fоr а wееk thеn І gаvе thаt b!tсh а рlаn В
Yоu аіn’t соmе uр оut thе ѕtrugglе, уоu саn’t undеrѕtаnd mе
Wіdе bоdу dеmоnhаwk, І drіvе іt lіkе а Ваnѕhее
Роѕtіn’ rасkѕ оn Іnѕtаgrаm, І’m rеаllу hаvіn’ mоtіоn
Ніt thаt gаѕ іn thаt Аvеntаdоr, fееl lіkе а rоllеrсоаѕtern
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Rapcha – Narudi home Lyrics

Rapcha – Narudi home (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Olemhola coz i miss you mommy

Olemhola coz i miss you mommy

Olemhola coz i miss you mommy

Niko alright but i miss you mommy

Verse 1

Take me back zile days nkiwa bila stress tu na family
Nikiwa nakula ugali fresh tu na family

Holidays niko kwetu na family

Nimemiss celebrate with my family

Nowdays mishe zimesonga daily niko job

Hata chance ya kurudi home ninakosa

Wadogo zangu niliowaacha home washakua tunaongea tu kwa simu muda nao nimekosa

Niko busy tu na work home siwakimbii

I’m sorry for the times ambazo huwa siwapigii

I’m alright but i miss you mommy

Niko alright but i miss you mommy

Chorus

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home
Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Yes I’m on my way

I’m coming home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Narudi home mi

I’m coming home

Hook

Olemhola coz i miss you mommy

Olemhola coz i miss you mommy

Olemhola coz i miss you mommy

Niko alright but i miss you mommy
Verse 2

I miss my home back in the days LBG shytown

Niko na my homies town risasi kila new year just havin fun

Told my friends siku nikitoka sitoweza change na nna’stick kwa plan

All the girls walionipa heartbreak saizi washakua fans

Enzi tunakiputa daso mechi, na mitaa tunaconnect

Hii Kabla ya social media haijatuaffect, Mihogo ya mama beti

Dreams ndio zilifanya nitoke town niweze kuja Dar kuzi’chase

Maana hazihitaji ku’rest nabado na’try to do my best

Now Ninakua busy tu na work home siwakimbii

I’m sorry for the times ambazo siku zinapita siwapigii

Ishu zinakua tight bado ninafight soon i might be free

Vyote ulivyonisihii now i see so just keep it real

Chorus

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Yes I’m on my way

I’m coming home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Mama I’m on my way narudi home

Narudi home mi

I’m coming home

Outro

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Amacana – Queen Manica Money Lyrics

Amacana – Queen Manica Money (Official Music Video) Lyrics

Intro
Oo na, oo na, tama ka naman palagi eh
Ikaw na magaling, ikaw na pinaka-mahusay
Hayop ka, haha, piling amputa, amacana, hehe

Chorus
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Hobby mo na ang makasimpatya sa tao
Bida-bida gusto mo laging panalo
Amacana, sige, basta hindi tayo pareho
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Wala ka naman din kasing maloloko
Sarili mo lang ang ginagawa mong gago
Amacana sa kwento mo na lagi kang panalo
Verse 1
Ang gulo niyo sa soc. med., dami ng eksena
Kapag maraming isyu, mas marami daw ang pera
Kunwari na lang daw nag-away-away na sila
Bati-bati na lang ulit kapag off na ‘yung camera, ha
Naghihilaan para umangat, ka-toxican ginawang pamagat
Nag-iingay para kumagat, malinis ang engagement kaya nagkakalat
Iyak na lang sa live para magka-hype
Tapos papa-like, subscribe, magpapa-share pa ng video
Mga ads naka-monetized
‘Di na ‘yan sorry, isa na ‘yang click bait scenario
Oops, bato-bato lang ‘to sa langit, ah
‘Wag ka magalit kung tingin mo’y binisto ka
Wala ‘kong balak sabihin ‘to sa kanila
Kaso nga lang nasabi ko na eh, so pa’no ka?

Chorus
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Hobby mo na ang makasimpatya sa tao
Bida-bida gusto mo laging panalo
Amacana, sige, basta hindi tayo pareho
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Wala ka naman din kasing maloloko
Sarili mo lang ang ginagawa mong gago
Amacana sa kwento mo na lagi kang panalo
Verse 2
Kamustahin naman natin si bes na magaling
Siya ‘yung tao na mali na nga pero tama pa rin
Mga hirap na hirap na ang opinyon lunukin
‘Di mo pwedeng i-correct kasi nga mamasamain
Ang galing ‘no, makapag-kweto ‘kala mo tali-talino
Mga sikretong kinalat kani-kanino
Mga imbento para lang magpabibo, mga pakitang tao
Pati ‘yung verse sa Bible, pinagpo-post niya
Pero grabe magmura at sa iba manghusga
Mga piling banal pero may attitude na kupal
Rеspeto niya, dependе sa kapal ng bulsa
Ikaw lang ‘yung wala pang narating pero mayabang na
‘Yung tipong ‘kala mo lahat ay nalalaman niya
Nagbibigay ka lang kapag may pakinabang ka
Kung sa tingin mong wala kang mali, may tama ka
Queen Money

Chorus
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Hobby mo na ang makasimpatya sa tao
Bida-bida gusto mo laging panalo
Amacana, sige, basta hindi tayo pareho
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Wala ka naman din kasing maloloko
Sarili mo lang ang ginagawa mong gago
Amacana sa kwento mo na lagi kang panalo
Chorus
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Hobby mo na ang makasimpatya sa tao
Bida-bida gusto mo laging panalo
Amacana, sige, basta hindi tayo pareho
Amacana, ‘di ka naman papatalo
Wala ka naman din kasing maloloko
Sarili mo lang ang ginagawa mong gago
Amacana sa kwento mo na lagi kang panalo
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CYBER RUI – MONOLOGUE Lyrics

CYBER RUI – MONOLOGUE (Official Music Video) Lyrics

[Intro]
(COOL KIDS NEVER SLEEP)

[Chorus]
In my brain内なる声が
うるせえGet the fuck out a bae
逃げないため向かい吐く
言葉聴かせるmic everyday
Yah Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
くだらないもんbby suck it up
何What’s wrong bby 出しな
Huh 今だけugh bby Fuck it up
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
くだらないもんbby suck it up
何What’s wrong bby 出しな
Hugh 今だけugh bby Fuck it up
[Verse]
Anyways peopleみなどうせpussy’s
手の平からsmash
でも指咥えみててlook
Ima digital dash Fuck
Mommy and Daddyのshout
刺しっぱのナイフが
まだ抜けれない
So Ima be real for me
下桁 (1234)
遊んでるだけでくる電話
マリオネット切り離すも
連れ戻された逃亡犯
誰のせいでもない
愛せなくなってた自分に
Sorry,Homies
食わしてくよ
そこにだけはない不安
まだだ足らん我儘でもdamn晴らす
皆んなの顔
Till the Dawn
忘れたいもの
かき消すためあげるsound
Lost and found,いつも探す何か
大抵ポッケん中
Make it out
抜け出す世間知らず馬鹿な嬢ちゃん
甘えた過去あれはLoser
Bitch don’t losen up
したくないのに
またRewind and
またRewindする頭
[Chorus]
In my brain内なる声が
うるせえGet the fuck out a bae
逃げないため向かい吐く
言葉聴かせるmic everyday
Yah Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
くだらないもんbby suck it up
何What’s wrong bby 出しな
今だけugh bby Fuck it up
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
Hold on wait
くだらないもんbby suck it up
何What’s wrong bby 出しな
Hugh 今だけugh bby Fuck it up
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Simba La Rue – TAF TAF Lyrics

Simba La Rue – TAF TAF Lyrics

Testo di “TAF TAF”

Intro
(Ah)
(Pow)

Strofa 1
Fa-Fa-Fai attenzione con chi mangi a tavola
Sappi che le persone cambian faccia (Ah)
Vendevo coca non per far serata
Ma per portarmi il pane a casa
Pa-Parlo di chili, ho visto tonnellate
Ho visto gente, veniva gambizzata (Grr, belek)
Stavo in strada non per far lo scemo (A-a-a-ah)
Stavo in strada per riempirmi la tasca (Eh, sì, grr)
“Gang, gang”, fa il gangster
Ma poi no, non vali un cazzo (Eh no, eh no)
Sì, sì, se ti becco poi ti abuso in un angolo (Sì, sì) (Pow, pow, pow)
Call center, se mi chiami, ti fornisco in un attimo (Subito)
Da Kalenji a Givenchy, poto, c’ho messo un anno (Uno)
Vu-Vuoi la guerra? Tira fuori i Kalashnikov (Grr, grr, grr)
Quelli veri, mica quelli di plastica (Grr-po-pow)
Automatica con un grosso calibro (Calibro) (Pow, pow, pow)
Di-Di-Digli: “Belek” al tuo (Belek) amico che parla
Chе poi finisce in un portabagaglio (Po-pow)
(Oppure in un buco sperduto in campagna) (Po-pow)
Stupido
Ritornello
Sto sopra un G-Class, pétassе, muovilo quel culo tondo (Tondo)
Fa-Facevo braquage dégagé, mica parli con un mongolo (Un mongolo)
Ho fatto due taf-taf, bâtard, non ti parlo di coco (Cocco)
Vendevo al détail, détail, mica parli con un tos–
Sto-Sto-Sto sopra un G-Class, pétasse, muovilo quel culo tondo (Grr)
Facevo braquage dégagé, mica parli con un mongolo
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho fatto due taf-taf, bâtard, non ti parlo di coco (Cocco)
Vendevo al détail, détail, mica parli con un tos–

Strofa 2
Spendo più soldi in borse di una troia
Ubriaco barcollo, non mettermi alla prova
Giro con la .9, mica con la scorta
Ho la luna storta, litigo con la tossica
Oh-Oh, tossico, mollami
C’ha vent’anni, sembra un cazzo di fossile
C’ho venti grammi prenotati al prossimo
Taglio la peuf, ma non parlo di forbici
Non serve il petto, ma ti servon le palle (Ah)
Le ho così grandi che quasi ingombranti
Poggio il culo su seicento cavalli
Scopo una tipa che frate’, è una cavalla
Io la cavalco come un cavallo
La impenno come un SH (Ah)
Non fare la mafia che in strada è il mio habitat (Belek, belek, belek)
Penso di comprare a mamma una Cadillac (Belek, belek, belek)
Solo per farci la spesa il sabato (Belek, belek, belek)
La-La domenica penso ad una Cabrio (Belek, belek, belek)
Questa sera penso: “Forse mi sparo” (Belek, belek, belek)
Quella sera solo Dio sa come ti sei salvato (Belek, belek, belek)
Ritornello
Sto-Sto-Sto sopra un G-Class, pétasse, muovilo quel culo tondo (Tondo)
Fa-Facevo braquage dégagé, mica parli con un mongolo (Un mongolo)
Ho fatto due taf-taf, bâtard, non ti parlo di coco (Cocco)
Vendevo al détail, détail, mica parli con un tos–
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Sett – Call My Bluff Lyrics

Sett – Call My Bluff [Official Music Video] Lyrics
Intro
(Once again I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Chorus
He don’t feel me, I don’t feel him (Nigga, fuck you, nigga)
Nigga research me and he know I’m that nigga (Know I’m that nigga)
Research him, he a pretender killer (Actin’-ass nigga)
He act for the image, I’m sure he no hitter (No, he ain’t on shit)
He a PT nigga, pillow talkin’, he tender (Pillow talk)
He talk too much, his ? ain’t here (Nigga hushin’)
He say I’ma pop, I’m doin’ too much (I’m doin’ too much)
Two pockets stuffed, nigga, call my bluff (Call my bluff, nigga)
I ain’t even put my finger, a nigga gettin’ touched
I touched back down in the city, niggas tucked (Tuck thеy ass)
See, MARVIN got locked, niggas gettin’ tough (Free MARVIN)
I’m spinnin’ that shit, nigga, I don’t give a fuck (I don’t givе no fuck)
Bet I stand on a nigga lyrics, I know he cap
Niggas be hoes and they crew gettin’ slapped (Slap, slap)
Niggas pluckin’ (Pluckin’)
Ain’t no smoke that I’m duckin’ (I ain’t duckin’ shit)

Verse 1
My niggas keep blitzin’ like they playin’ rugby (Ball)
Free Steady G, I’m still up out here thuggin’ (Steady G back)
Glock to a nigga face for all that muggin’ (All that muggin’)
Not a regular rapper, I’ll still get ugly (I’ll still get back up)
Me and HISPEED too deep in a striker
Junior and G for the back for the trend (From the backside)
Three lines, E-way, we drip, fuck the end (E-way)
Red get the ? ‘bout 5 AM
Got it on feet, got to run with the Gs (Run with them killers)
Get you a parkin’ lot, crank up the fan (Fan, nigga)
Bust the window, might as well spin (Come here)
Bet they don’t spin on Murder Tate again (Don’t spin on that block again), actors

He don’t feel me, I don’t feel him (Nigga, fuck you, nigga)
Nigga research me and he know I’m that nigga (Know I’m that nigga)
Research him, he a pretender killer (Actin’-ass nigga)
He act for the image, I’m sure he no hitter (No, he ain’t on shit)
He a PT nigga, pillow talkin’, he tender (Pillow talk)
He talk too much, his ? ain’t here (Nigga hushin’)
He say I’ma pop, I’m doin’ too much (I’m doin’ too much)
Two pockets stuffed, nigga, call my bluff (Call my bluff, nigga)
I ain’t even put my finger, a nigga gettin’ touched
I touched back down in the city, niggas tucked (Tuck they ass)
See, MARVIN got locked, niggas gettin’ tough (Free MARVIN)
I’m spinnin’ that shit, nigga, I don’t give a fuck (I don’t give no fuck)
Bet I stand on a nigga lyrics, I know he cap
Niggas be hoes and they crew gettin’ slapped (Slap, slap)
Niggas pluckin’ (Pluckin’)
Ain’t no smoke that I’m duckin’ (I ain’t duckin’ shit)

Verse 2
Nigga gettin’ dropped on here, no bullet (Facts)
Nigga talkin’ ‘bout Drac’, everything on here fully (Switch)
Switch to the face, clear the scene when you do it
Suit up all black, I can’t see what you doin’
Droppin’ the bread, black tape, he gettin’ to it (Sweet)
I’ll bust his head, it’s green, let’s do it (Murder and love)
Murder and love takin’ over the city (Bust down on ‘em)
Pushin’ the issue, I’m startin’ the engine
I ain’t picky with niggas, he certi’, he with me
Te amo, Headtap Murder, he with me (Fuck The Opps Crazy)
Fuck The Opps Crazy, I’ma shirt me a nigga (Okay)
Every opp that played got a hearse from my niggas, we smush ‘em
Chorus
He don’t feel me, I don’t feel him (Nigga, fuck you, nigga)
Nigga research me and he know I’m that nigga (Know I’m that nigga)
Research him, he a pretender killer (Actin’-ass nigga)
He act for the image, I’m sure he no hitter (No, he ain’t on shit)
He a PT nigga, pillow talkin’, he tender (Pillow talk)
He talk too much, his ? ain’t here (Nigga hushin’)
He say I’ma pop, I’m doin’ too much (I’m doin’ too much)
Two pockets stuffed, nigga, call my bluff (Call my bluff, nigga)
I ain’t even put my finger, a nigga gettin’ touched
I touched back down in the city, niggas tucked (Tuck they ass)
See, MARVIN got locked, niggas gettin’ tough (Free MARVIN)
I’m spinnin’ that shit, nigga, I don’t give a fuck (I don’t give no fuck)
Bet I stand on a nigga lyrics, I know he cap
Niggas be hoes and they crew gettin’ slapped (Slap, slap)
Niggas pluckin’ (Pluckin’)
Ain’t no smoke that I’m duckin’ (I ain’t duckin’ shit)
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Raul Ws – De la fripturi la șpritzuri, de la salate la plicuri Lyrics

Raul Ws – De la fripturi la șpritzuri, de la salate la plicuri Lyrics
Intro
Maidan
Maidan
El WS (El WS)
Ia-l

Refren
De la sticlă la pipă, iar de la pipă la sticlă
Începe să meargă bine, da’ cât să meargă? Se strică
Oricât de sigur ai fi pe un lucru, secunda se schimbă
MDMAR trage-o peste cap, face cruci din limbă
Oglindă praf, n-am spart-o, da-mi poartă ghinion
Niciun lacăt nu mă ține afară, orice ușă am deschis-o
Când zici că n-o mai repeți, o zbârcești din nou, ai comis-o
Cum vorbești de sus când am bulit-o toți și după ai lins-o? (Să mor aici)
Strofa 1
Lumea-i rea, pula-n ea
De ce vorbesc dacă nu cunosc?
Se aude de oricine se leagă, hata e prăduitor
Mi-am făcut rău mult singur, pot cu oricine de gât să mor
Veniți acasă, Fane, Damaleo (Sălaj)
Mafia еxistă, ando Sălaj
De ce vorbiți de străzi pе care n-ați umblat? (El WS, de ce?)
Situația-i tristă, îi dădeai mesaj că o iubești când altă pulă sugea (Naa)
Talentu’ nu se-nvață, mori să vezi cum sunt pe dicție
Și-mi zice lumea că cer prea puțin la concert, o mie, rra
Stropeală pe frunte cum îi dă cu mir părintele
În spate la taste pulă, pe stradă nu-și găsesc cuvintele
Când ești tu băiat, fraieri nu mai există, toți sunt mafia
Suferă de bani, aveau doar o pereche de adidași
Ce frăție, dacă dați de bine tot ce a fost, uitați
Să trăiască ce iubiți, și auzi cum vine (Și auzi)

Refren
De la sticlă la pipă, iar de la pipă la sticlă
Începe să meargă bine, da’ cât să meargă? Se strică
Oricât de sigur ai fi pe un lucru, secunda se schimbă
MDMAR trage-o peste cap, face cruci din limbă
Oglindă praf, n-am spart-o, da-mi poartă ghinion
Niciun lacăt nu mă ține afară, orice ușă am deschis-o
Când zici că n-o mai repeți, o zbârcești din nou, ai comis-o
Cum vorbești de sus când am bulit-o toți și după ai lins-o? (Să mor aici)
Strofa 2
De ce încontinuu zici de litri? N-ai mișcat nimic, nu miști (Să mor)
Vorbești de rău prietenii, ai face orice să dai la mij (Pula-n ei)
Ce faci dacă te atacă un hacker? Mort, ai murit!
Nu riști, nu câștigi, vezi să nu fie mai mult risc decât profit
Și ce piesă scot acum, urmează, rupe România
Ajung internațional, timp să-mi dea judecătoria (Pula-n ei)
Nu știu dacă-i reciproc, frați pentru mine sunt familia
Cum să nu fiu zdreanță c-o zdreanță? I-am fumat chiria
Mai grasă ca niciodată, ce-i pe străzi, ferește-te
Te-ai culcat fraier, te-ai trezit șmecher, gypsy, trezește-te (Trezește-te)
Tot ce fac involuntar, nu-i pentru atenție
“Trecutu’ nu contează” a zis, cad din ea căpățânile (WS)

Refren
De la sticlă la pipă, iar de la pipă la sticlă
Începe să meargă bine, da’ cât să meargă? Se strică
Oricât de sigur ai fi pe un lucru, secunda se schimbă
MDMAR trage-o peste cap, face cruci din limbă
Oglindă praf, n-am spart-o, da-mi poartă ghinion
Niciun lacăt nu mă ține afară, orice ușă am deschis-o
Când zici că n-o mai repeți, o zbârcești din nou, ai comis-o
Cum vorbești de sus când am bulit-o toți și după ai lins-o? (Să mor aici)

Outro
Sector 5, Sălaj
Veniți acasă (Raul, El WS)
El WS
Maidan (Rrra)
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