Massaka & Diablo 63 – KRAL (Official Video) Lyrics
(Salla rapi batan gemi, burda ghetto verdi beni
Ateş düştü yaktı yeri, konu sokak mevzu derin)
Verse 1
Her yol bize makul saldır atak full
Üstümüzde kara bulutlar siyah kroma yağmur
Sen devam izle köşeden beynin yansın sar dur
İte köpeğe vaktimiz yok milyon gelsin plan kur
Görüyo’n hepsi özenti bak görüyo’n hepsi same (same)
Kral geri döndü iyice izle frame (frame)
Hüküm devam bizde taht, sana yok lan fame mame Simya dönüyor batıdan burası bizim game (game)
Pompalar basslar hep yere damladı yaşlar (daha yeni)
Oyunlar başlar daha yeni ısındı kaslar
Avrupa ağır ticaret şeytan bizleri taşlar
Kitlensem boyut değişir beden olur Diablo (Diablo)
Durduramaz bizi bura benim vadem
Diablo döndü duysun bütün alem
Vuruldum ama kanama sırf kalben
Gece çöker başlar mesaim
Ateş getirdim yandı hanem
Zebaniler beni kovdu madem
Kapat ışıkları silence Türkçe rapin şimdi ölümünü kaydet
Nakarat
Salla rapi batan gemi, burda ghetto verdi beni
Ateş düştü yaktı yeri, konu sokak mevzu derin
(x2)
Verse 2
Elini uzat yıldıza sen de değ
Hani lan gangsta oğlum hepsi gay
Arada fark görmüyorum hep aynı şey copy paste Hepsi fake selam dünya geldim hey
Kopar tüm parçayı al bize yetmez dilim
Türkçe rapi kökten silin ses yankı dokuz milim
İşler illegal ayak alti kirim bu hayatta yandı dilim
Geri bakma kopsun film
Nakarat
Salla rapi batan gemi, burda ghetto verdi beni
Ateş düştü yaktı yeri, konu sokak mevzu derin
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Gucci Mane – Pissy (feat. Roddy Ricch & Nardo Wick) [Official Music Video] Lyrics
Well, damn
Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy, hey
Put on them daisy-do’s, show me what that new Mercedes do
Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue
All my young niggas know it’s some revenue
I’m Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans
I don’t pull up to court for no settlements
All white and the coupe look angelic
We was lookin’ around for the baddest of bitches
So I had to go out and vet it
If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks
‘Cause back in, I had to get ahead of it
You my cousin, but you ain’t my relative
The outside of the coupe black, like melanin
I feel like I’m Dan Bilzerian, ‘cause I got some Australians
Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy (Go)
Big yellow Cuban on and it’s pissy (Uh)
Walk big blue stones, like I’m Nipsey (Nip’)
I pop champagne, till I’m tipsy (Uh)
Still be spendin’ M’s in my sixties (Well, damn)
Please don’t try the ‘Wop, ‘cause it’s risky
Ain’t no mystery in my history (No)
Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah)
Hit with that switchie, shoot till it’s empty (Go)
Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), car like Zion, before the entry (Ballin’)
I ain’t broke, you can’t fix me (Nah), havin’ power, feelin’ like 50 (50)
Eastside of the city, where this shit can get really sticky (Sticks)
Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain’t really picky (No)
In a yellow coupe, with a yellow bone
With my Jacob on, with the yellow stones (Brr)
White stones, movin’ Flintstones
Came a long way from a herring bowl (Well, damn)
All started from a mini-phone
I ran it up and my money long (It’s long)
Had to take a chance, for two-hundred bands
‘Cause my country boy had a trailer home (‘Wop)
Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Neck look pissy, uh, please don’t touch, it’s risky, uh
My finger itchin’, uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh
They say we livin’, uh, I say: We ain’t lived enough
They say we did it, uh, I say: We ain’t did enough (Brr)
I don’t hang with sheep (Uh-uh), I pull up, Lamb’
I interrupt his sentences (Huh?), before he can talk blind (Grrah)
Cook a whole thirty-seven (Uh), she hate when I call her mine (Don’t do that)
She gave me head for a hour, her coochie say: Well, damn (Well, damn)
I got your bitch on the leash (Yeah), she don’t ever get too far
She make you fuck in the bed, she let me hit in the car
Please stop blowin’ her up, she with me, yeah, see you tomorrow
She say her wishes to me, she know I’m a shootin’ star (Grrah, grrah)
Takin’ all facts, Grandma raised me
I’m from the Westside, where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kiss
I got Elliott, like I’m Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off
It ain’t no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones
And my wrist and ring, it look pissy
$UICIDEBOY$ – CHÂTEAU GRIS (Lyric Video) Lyrics
It’s the pimp player
Money maker
Body layer
Say a prayer
Hoe stacking
Pistol packing
White boy with the permed hair
Choppa sprizzay
What the biz say
I just brought a cold front
To the sizzouth
Gold mizzouth
Ice out like a storefront
Slick spit that mack shit
Make the track hit
Ain’t no time for a wack bitch unless the mouth sick
Face down in the mattress
Make that back dip
Make her feel like an actress in a porno flick
Ride off in a Benz thang
Took off with no trace
Psychopathic with that 9 mane
I might catch a case
Mask on or the mask off
It don’t make no difference
Cuz I slide with them killas, mane
They don’t leave a witness
Heard you tipping to the feds, mane
Must be off your meds, mane
Pissing in his pants when I put that chrome to his head, mane
Leave him dead, mane
Saved his boys some head pain
One less snitch in the gang
That’s a net gain
Bet, mane
Heard it was that Anna you was checking for
Ruger, choppa, semi
What the fuck I need a vest for?
Have them hoes tweaking like a despo
Smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go
Damn bro
Wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp
Never simp
Bring your beef to god because I’m heaven sent
Talk that playa shit
Hoes they circumvent
Shout out Project Pat
Mista don’t play and I been leaning since
I get high off that mothefucking…
Wetto ride like a motherfucking…
Down to die for my motherfucking…
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that…
Bitch I’m Angola bound
Going down to the southside of the lake
Riding round town
Plotting on whos shit I’m bout to take
If it’s fake Ima sell it
If it’s real Ima sell it
Outside of the Lexus forest green
I know you jealous
Born a warlord out the ward of the seventh
All these deadly sins I think the fifth made me a felon
Begging for Armageddon
I got eleven virgins waiting for me in heaven
Bitch I ain’t stressing
Pimp a bitch just because
Blanco never need a reason, hoe
Never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe
Seen a ghost but I was puffin piff up in the mirror
You want smoke?
Fit you in a coffin then I’ll say it clearer
I got corners in gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobbie Brown
Never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn’t ever found
That’s how we do em down south Bayou style
Feed the gators when them rats start running wild
Tryna bite my style
I got skulls floating in the swamp
I got bones covered up in moss
Blanco burnin up a fuckin cross
All my demons know who’s fucking boss
Ooweeoo
Who are you?
Ruby rougarou
Holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue
Ooweeoo
Who are you?
Blanco in a coupe
Uzi out the roof raining bullets
I get high off that mothefucking…
Blanco ride like a motherfucking…
Down to die for my motherfucking…
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that…
اشتاقيت الك قد الهوا
واتمنى لو نرجع .. سوا
اشتاقيت الك قد الهوا
واتمنى لو نرجع .. سوا
اني بدونـك حالي حال
حياتي ظلـمة بلا ضوه
…
ارجعلي .. ما اقدر بعد
سببلي …. عله هالبعد
ارجعلي .. ما اقدر بعد
سببلي …. عله هالبعد
خلاني احير .. بدمعي
وحظي بدونك ما قعــد
Céline Dion – I’ll Be (Official Lyric Video) Lyrics
You are a wildfire
And I wanna be your oxygen
You are a dreamer
And I’ll be the arms you’re sleeping in
You are a butterfly
And I wanna be your blue sky
You are a gypsy
And I’m on your passenger side
Wherever you go
Oh Oh I’ll be
When you need me close
Oh Oh I’ll be
No, you won’t be alone
Through the highs and the lows
You know you got me
Wherever you go
Oh Oh I’ll be
You are an angel
And I wanna be your messenger
You are the lightning
And I wanna be your thunder
You are a shooting star
And I wanna be your night sky
If you’re ever lost babe
You just gotta close your eyes
Wherever you go
Oh Oh I’ll be
When you need me close
Oh Oh I’ll be
No, you won’t be alone
Through the highs and the lows
You know you got me
Wherever you go
Oh Oh I’ll be
Whoa, Whoa
I’ll be
Whoa, Whoa
Wherever you go
Oh Oh I’ll be
When you need me close
Oh Oh I’ll be
No, you won’t be alone
Through the highs and the lows
You know you got me
Wherever you go
Wherever you go
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$UICIDEBOY$ – HOT RAZOR (Lyric Video) Lyrics
★ intro ★
Ha-ha-ha, like
Alright, okay
My life would be so shit
Playaz never die
It’s a smash
You did good slick
★ verse 1: $crim ★
I’m with that fuck shit, pull up, we get buck quick
My hoe down like faye, but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
Out here since a young jit, nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout, gettin’ head while i’m in public
Ridin’ through the hood, like “what it do?”, probably off a pill or two
Pull that .44 out, they start talkin’ like they scooby doo
Mobbin’ with my partners, we pop in, no knockin’
Nod-nod-noddin’ off that dope and for dessert, just ate neurontin
Hit a stain, make a name, for a lame tiktok
Northside, grey the gang, second world, eastеrn block
I might rock it off the block, i might rock it off apache
I might fuck up on that bitch if she got a pack of plan b
★ verse 2 ★
Manе, show you how that glock work, show you how to pop first
White trash, young man, mop ‘em up like joe dirt
My hoe like her throat hurt, suck it for a nip tuck
That bitch tryna tell me that i’m schizo, so what that make her?
I just bought some land off my lal, kilo of some gld
Still the same, mane, grippin’ aks, wearin’ ftp
Paint ‘em like an nft, got them scripts, no phd
My bitch brain insane, but she only got her ged
Gang coast to coast, yeah, i know me a few robbers
Dope game farm to table, ain’t no fent’ up in my product
Huh bro? damn son, who the fuck raised you?
Cutthroats and them savages, how you think i got this name fool? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
★ verse 3: ruby da cherry ★
I can show you how to get it poppin’, ruby da cherry ain’t got no option’
All these hoes keep fuckin’ flockin’, all these hoes tryna give me noggin’
Snort a line of heron’ then tell her, she way too toxic
Yeah, i’m slidin’ on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin’
★ verse 4 ★
I can’t stop it if i wanted to, glock up in my foreign coupe
Scrapin’ up the concrete, s500 on them twenty-twos
Motorola phone when i’m dialin’ up my partner
Think i’m being followed by a fed in an unmarked impala
★ verse 5 ★
Squealer, squaler, what i’m after, i get money, hoe, by any means
Paper chasin’ every day, i keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors, you gon’ see how much i fuckin’ bleed
But i come back with fuckin’ tanks and blow your shit to smithereens
★ verse 6 ★
Blick on me, blick on me, g*59 the fuckin’ set
$uicide ‘til death, i yell it, pokin’ out my fuckin’ chest
Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers, just to let you bitches know
★ verse 7 ★
I got five killers and they all down to fucking ride
I can call on any of ‘em if you’re down to fuckin’ die
Walk it how i talk it, bitch, and i ain’t got no fuckin’ lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fucking kiss
★ verse 8 ★
Out the mud, out the mist, ruby take the form of shadows
Follow me back from the gates of hell, we recoup at the gallows
I can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
Leave your body rottin’, lock your soul up in the black abyss
★ outro ★
Blick on me, blick on me, g59 the fuckin’ set
$uicide ‘til death, i yell it, pokin’ out my fuckin’ chest
Blick on me, blick on me, g59 the fuckin’ set
No-no-no-northside, grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc
Northside, grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc
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$UICIDEBOY$ – REALISM VS IDEALISM (Lyric Video) Lyrics
Intro]
You did good $lick
Its, a, smash!
Players never, players never, play- play- players never die
[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it’s a buck
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up (Yeah…)
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Yeah, they call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica
All these hoes keep splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no ands, ifs, or buts
If her butt was any fatter, I’d be fucked and quickly bust
Splatter kids all on her mug like she’s allergic to my nut
Give her antihistamine, pistol green like it’s a buck
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
Be-Bend ya knees, begging please, like I could really give a fuck
Uzi tucked against my spleen, I’ll make you bleed until you rust
Yeah, for the static, I’m an addict
Back at it, like a chiropractic crack habit
If I want it, I’ma have it, knock you off this fucking planet
Send your corpse up to the stars, replace ‘em all with fucking maggots
Yeah, pants saggin’, red flaggin’
I’ma get the bag, whether it’s paper or it’s plastic
All these fuckboys I be slappin’, ain’t got time for all your cappin’
I’ma conjure up my demons, whisper all their names in Latin
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli
[Verse 2: Wetto]
Yung Wetto, it’s Yung North, mane, whippin’ in a Ford thang
Grippin’ on the hammer, Indiana, $licky Fort Wayne
Pot filled with white dust, house color white nut
Looking for the chewin’, Patrick Ewing out a white slut
Cup dirty, Glock 30, murk a mothafucka’ quick
Eastern bloc, sticker shock, custom how I rock a Benz
Five percent on the tint, lookin’ like The Babadook
Fuck a fight, I’d rather shoot, my youngins holla “hootie-hoo!”
I yell amen, hollow tips rain in
*59 gorilla, I’m too real for them to cage in
Southern Cajun, suckers bite the pavement
Told that hoe to hit my agent, talkin’ bout engagements
Fuck a blame shift, I’m that motherfucker, boy
Creeping through the night, turbos breathin’ like they paranoid
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Northside, burn ‘em at the stake while singing Bloody Mary
[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it’s a buck
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
B-b-billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
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PA SPORTS FEAT. SAMRA – GUTE FRAUEN LIEBEN SCHLECHTE MÄNNER (PROD BY CHEKAA) Lyrics
[Carlota Emilia:]
Egal, was du machst, ich bleibe hier
Egal, was du tust, ich stehe zu dir
Und egal, was geschieht, wo du auch sein magst
Nichts darf uns trenn’n, das Leben ist nicht einfach
Egal, was du machst, ich bleibe hier
Egal, was du tust, ich stehe zu dir
Und egal, was geschieht, wo du auch sein magst
Nichts darf uns trenn’n, das Leben ist nicht einfach
[PA Sports:]
Du hast was Besseres verdient, Baby, und das weißt du selbst
Zeit ist Geld, Spotlight und Bitches, willkomm’n in meiner Welt
Gute Frau’n lieben schlechte Männer, doch ich änder’ mich
Denn du wärst bei mir, auch wenn ich sieben Jahre Gefängnis krieg’
Ob nun in ‘ner Villa, auf der Straße oder siebter Stock
Seele ging kaputt, weil mich das Gift in dieser Dünya lockt
Alle machen Auge, aber kein anderer küsst dich so
Doch an manchen Tagen bin ich abgefuckt und rücksichtlos
Sitz’ im Casino, leg’ ein’n Siebziger komplett auf Schwarz
Verlier’ hunderttausend, versprech’ dir, das war das letzte Mal
24/7 husteln, doch sie ist bis jetzt noch da
Du weißt, ich kann erst aufhör’n, wenn ich abgerechnet hab’
Soldier bis aufs Blut, Babygirl ridet für Major Pain
Ich kam aus dem Dreck, dieser Kanake hat kein Babyface
Und dennoch stehst du hinter mir, auch wenn ich morgen nichts mehr hab’
Die ganze Gegend brennt, doch du bleibst das hellste Licht der Stadt
[Carlota Emilia:]
Egal, was du machst, ich bleibe hier
Egal, was du tust, ich stehe zu dir
Und egal, was geschieht, wo du auch sein magst
Nichts darf uns trenn’n, das Leben ist nicht einfach
Egal, was du machst, ich bleibe hier
Egal, was du tust, ich stehe zu dir
Und egal, was geschieht, wo du auch sein magst
Nichts darf uns trenn’n, das Leben ist nicht einfach
[Samra:]
Auch wenn du sagst, dass du mich liebst, hast du was Besseres verdient
Auch wenn deine Augen leuchten wie das Glänzen in Paris
Wenn ich fall’, fängst du mich auf und du bist da, wenn ich erfrier’
Aber wenn du das nicht schaffst, legst du dich in den Dreck zu mir
Ich war jahrelang auf Drogen, malte Linien auf dem Mischpult
Und ließ dis Handy klingeln, dabei trifft dich keine Mitschuld
Und erst, wenn du ‘ne Träne weinst, tun mir meine Fehler leid
Denn ich war der Teufel, du das Mädchen in dem Engelskleid
Der Mensch, der mir das Leben zeigt, Besteck liegt auf dem Mittagstisch
Da auf der Straße lernt ich, wie man alles mit dem Finger misst
Auf der Flucht im Sprinter-Sitz, wie kalt mich der Winter trifft
Und wie man seinen Bruder zu Gesicht kriegt durch den Gitterschlitz
Und trotzdem nahmst du mich in Schutz, Cataleya
Denn wir beide aßen von derselben Frucht, Cataleya
Und bevor ich geh’, gehst du in die Luft, Cataleya
Doch beim Wiederseh’n gibst du mir ein’n Kuss, Cataleya
[Carlota Emilia:]
Egal, was du machst, ich bleibe hier
Egal, was du tust, ich stehe zu dir
Und egal, was geschieht, wo du auch sein magst
Nichts darf uns trenn’n, das Leben ist nicht einfach
Egal, was du machst, ich bleibe hier
Egal, was du tust, ich stehe zu dir
Und egal, was geschieht, wo du auch sein magst
Nichts darf uns trenn’n, das Leben ist nicht einfach
Camiño sen horizontes,
son os freos os que me matan.
Rachando as duras cancelas,
rompendo todo o que me amarra.
Pisándolle sen sentir o pedal,
aghrú soando e sen marchas.
Pisándolle sen sentir o pedal,
aghrú soando e sen marchas.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy mamá.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy mamá.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy.
Sei toca-la pandeireta aquí en Lugo e en Madrid.
Sei toca-la pandeireta aquí en Lugo e en Madrid.
Sei toca-la pandeireta aquí en Lugo e en Madrid,
tamén sei face-la burla do que a fai de min.
Sei toca-la pandeireta aquí en Lugo e en Madrid.
Sei toca-la pandeireta aquí en Lugo e en Madrid.
Sei toca-la pandeireta aquí en Lugo e en Madrid,
tamén sei face-la burla do que a fai de min.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy mamá.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy mamá.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy.
Seguindo o aire que zoa,
sen evitar o movemento.
Seguindo o aire que zoa ,
sen evitar o movemento.
Deixo marcado o camiño, ai si,
derrapando no cemento.
Deixo marcado o camiño, ai si,
derrapando no cemento.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy mamá.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy mamá.
Rumbambá, rumbambá, con el aire me voy.
