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abril 22, 2024

Grše – Dalmatino

Dalmatino Lyrics

[Tekst pjesme “Dalmatino”]

[Uvod]
Woah

[Refren]
Grše ikona ka’ Dino, orgoglioso dalmatino (G)
Život ka’ film koji piše Tarantino (R)
Kada dimin fino tada nadimin se vidno (Š)
Nadimljene noći, oči sjaje ka’ casino
Grše ikona ka’ Dino, orgoglioso dalmatino (G)
Život ka’ film koji piše Tarantino (R)
Kada dimin fino tada nadimin se vidno (Š)
Nadimljene noći, oči sjaje ka’ casino (Aaa)

[Strofa 1]
Nismo isti, nisan ista sorta ki’ vi, kad čuju sirene trče brže nego Titi
Svaka vlaži kada vidi trista konja, bibi
Bibi, bibi, bi, flow Smalls Biggie
Na vrhu nebodera sučen baklju, pijen Pipi
Reperi me mrze jer na milji kuna sidin
Nemoš’ blizu hooda bruda samo ti se čini
Woah, come to Spalato habibi
Ona vozi me ka’ Benz, baca lap dance (Lap dance)
Tripa me ka’ trance, ego njen crazy (Crazy)
Svi ste vi basic, Grše je unikat, nije ima ništa, do tu dovea ga inat (Inat)
Driblan ka’ Dybala (Jala) sprintan ka’ impala (Brr)
Brate sprintan ka’ i Haaland, svaki spot mi je viralan (Haa)
Sve šta bacin je ikonično, sve šta repate je komično
‘Ko je najtvrđi logično, Grše ka’ i obično

[Strofa 2]
Tu san kad je stani pani, iza mene tamni dani
Nekad bia mali đani, sad san glavni svagdi vani
Mrvin vu-, garin skani, vrtin svud honey, money
Svaki hood pisme zna mi, pisme sad mi slušaš vani
Pušin sviće svaki dan, svaki dan je rođendan
Pravim putem vođen sam, kad je sranje dođem sam
Ako dici daješ prah, pičko znat’ ćeš šta je strah
Ovde sve se brzo dozna, sve se sazna, mal’ je grad
Svi ste isfurani ka’ ri’č “Balkan” u pismama
A u spotovima izgledaš k’o mačak u čizmama
Mala buksa cvit u sisama, samo Trilj u pismama
Samo tvrdo č i samo pritnja izravna

[Prijelaz]
(Grše ikona ka’ Dino, orgoglioso dalmatino) G
(Život ka’ film koji piše Tarantino) R
(Kada dimin fino tada nadimin se vidno) Š
(Nadimljene noći, oči sjaje ka’ casino)

[Refren]
Grše ikona ka’ Dino, orgoglioso dalmatino (G)
Život ka’ film koji piše Tarantino (R)
Kada dimin fino tada nadimin se vidno (Š)
Nadimljene noći, oči sjaje ka’ casino (E)
Grše ikona ka’ Dino, orgoglioso dalmatino (G)
Život ka’ film koji piše Tarantino (R)
Kada dimin fino tada nadimin se vidno (Š)
Nadimljene noći, oči sjaje ka’ casino (E)

[Završetak: Papi Batina]
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad jer san najtvrđi ikad
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad jer san najtvrđi ikad
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad jer san najtvrđi ikad
Cili dan san u kvartu, nemo’š me vidit nikad
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad jer san najtvrđi ikad
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad jer san najtvrđi ikad
Ovo je najtvrđe ikad jer san najtvrđi ikad
Cili dan san u kvartu, nemo’š me vidit nikad

abril 22, 2024

Timaya (Ft. Tiwa Savage) – In My Head

In My Head Lyrics

Ice cream ice cream ice cream
But e reflect coda
She tell me say papi she no want no other baby
Ice cream ice cream is sweet but she want soda
She no want no bad man say she want badman Chulo, baby
She say papi, you’re in my head
Still can’t explain ah, drive me insane
Too many things I dey make her do
You’re in my head, papi
Eyah oh oh oh ah
Drive me insane
Legga

Too many girls don try to go tie me for nogopo, nogopo
Too many girls don try to go tie me for nogopo oh eh nogopo oh
Baby comе make I flog, make flog you my koboko
Me I likе it when all the girls dem come and go oh oh

She say papi you’re in my head
Still can’t explain ah
Drive me insane
Too many things I dey make her do eh
You’re in my head, papi
Eyah oh oh ah, you drive me insane
Legga

You give me light charge me up bobo just like solar
Ice cream ice cream that I wan gas me up like soda soda ohh
See this pressure you dey put me
I no like am at all oh olohun
No con dey kere waka no con dey kere waka o
Oh oh oh

He say na my body lo fe je
Even when busy body fe kpa mi
He say na temi lofe je je, lofe je uh uh uh

Too many girls dem try to go tie you for nogopo
Yeah
Too many girls dem try to go tie you for nogopo
Yeah yeah

So baby come only me fit to handle your koboko
Me I no be like all the girls wey go come and go oh oh
She say papi you’re in my head
Still can’t explain ah
Drive me insane
Too many things I dey make her
You’re in my head papi
Eyah oh oh ah
Drive me insane
Legga

She say papi, you’re in my head
Still can’t explain ah
Drive me insane
Too many things I dey make her d
You’re in my head papi
Eyah oh oh ah
Drive me insane
Winning sound

abril 22, 2024

Taylor Swift – The Tortured Poets Department

The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?”
But you’re in self-sabotage mode
Throwing spikes down on the road
But I’ve seen this episode and still loved the show
Who else decodes you?

[Chorus]
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
And who’s gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
“You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith
This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’rе modern idiots”
And who’s gonna hold you like me?

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody

[Verse 2]
You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
Pounding nails in your head
But I’ve read this one where you come undone
I chose this cyclone with you

[Chorus]
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
And who’s gonna know you like me?
(Who’s gonna know you?)
I laughed in your face and said
“You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith
This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re modern idiots”
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)

[Post-Chorus]
No-fucking-body
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
Nobody
(Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
Nobody

[Bridge]
Sometimes, I wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be
‘Cause we’re crazy
So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
And that’s the closest I’ve come to my heart exploding

[Chorus]
Who’s gonna hold you? (Who?)
Me
Who’s gonna know you? (Who?)
Me
And you’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith
This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re two idiots
Who’s gonna hold you?

[Post-Chorus]
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?

[Outro]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you?

abril 22, 2024

Ruger & BNXN – POE

POE Lyrics

[Intro: BNXN]
Ob’
Obah!!!
Wah dem a say?
Mm, hmm
Mm, hmm, oh no, oh no no no, oh no no no
Wo le, oh, oh no no, oh lo-lo, o lo-lo, o lo-lo

[Chorus: BNXN]
Tunbo, tunbo
Gbaskelebe, which one I go choose?
Just wan nenepo
Ko ma fi mi denge pose
I say make you dance for me
Make you no go de jonze
I swear you dey poe
You no know as e de go
Tunbo, tunbo
Gbaskelebe, which one I go choose?
Just wan nenepo
Ko ma fi mi denge pose
I say make you dance for me
Make you no go de jonze
I swear you dey poe
You no know as e dey go

[Verse 1: Ruger]
Baddie
With all due respect
The brother wey dey knack you no get sense
‘Cause he never jam you to full extent
See you never experience full wetness
But mind you, I’m God sent
Baby, I go need your full consent
Show your ID, I dey avoid government
I’m a good citizen of this continent
Arise o compa’
Sunmo mi turn your back, oh, back, oh
Na back to back, oh, back, oh
E reach morning pack your bag, oh, bag, oh
No take my Polo Marco
If you carry am return am back, oh, back, oh
Come take another round, oh
Back oh. back oh

[Chorus: BNXN & Ruger]
Tunbo, tunbo
Gbaskelebe, which one I go choose?
Just wan nenepo
Ko ma fi mi denge pose
I say make you dance for me
Make you no go dey jonze
I swear you dey poe
You no know as e dey go, ah
Tunbo, tunbo
Gaskelebe, I no fit see you spit kelebe
You too soft like fresh Agege
You too hot you need abebe
Yansh be like Sandra Benede
I no fit weigh the size omiemie
You get Only Fans make I check
And my favorite part na twe twe

[Verse 2: BNXN]
Ani mo l’omo l’america na
Her papa na commodore
She like when I’m in control
Mo tun wa l’omo ni Ikate naa
The girl name na Modina
You know she like money gan
Which one I go choose? ah
Just wan nenepo
You sha know as e dey go
Are you gonna dance for me?
Oh baby, make I know?
Before I start to throw, all my money on you

[Outro: Ruger]
Tunbo, tunbo
Gbaskelebe, I no fit see you spit kelebe
Too soft like fresh Agege
Too hot you need abebe
Yansh be like Sandra Benede
I no fit weigh the size omiemie
You get Only Fans make I check
And my favorite part na twe twe

abril 22, 2024

Saiko & Omar Montes – YO LO SOÑÉ

YO LO SOÑÉ Lyrics

[Letra de “YO LO SOÑÉ”]

[Intro]
Yo lo soñé
Yo lo soñé

[Verso 1: Omar Montes]
Soy un hombre muy honrado, que me gusta lo mejor
Las mujere’ no me faltan, ni el dinero, ni el amor
Jineteando en mi caballo, por la sierra yo me voy
Las estrellas y la luna, ella’ me dicen dónde voy

[Coro: Omar Montes]
Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, amor
Ay, mi morena de mi corazón

[Interludio: Saiko]
Yo lo soñé, jajaja (Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, amor)
Yo lo soñé (Ay-ay, morena de mi corazón)
Sakura
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verso 2: Saiko]
Yo lo soñé, quiera o no quiera, desde que estaba de pequeño en cantera
Cuando lloraba to’a la noche entera pеnsando si esta mierda a mí se mе diera
Cuando los profesore’ se reían de mí por no tener futuro en la escuela
Cuando lo único que me importaba era que el Spoti pirata fuera
Me llena ver sus mirada’ de furia, confío en mí como Ilia Topuria
Esto no es soberbia, es que sé que soy grande y como me va mejor que a ello’, me repudian
En un año pasé de ser promesa a que llenar un Wizink no sea sorpresa
Somo’ tre’, pero pedimo’ tanto’ plato’ que nos tienen que poner otra mesa
Yo soñé que llenaría el estadio de mi ciudad, hijo de puta, lo hice
Cumplí todo lo que dije, el orgullo y mi ambición me lo exigen
He demostra’o que no hay nada imposible y como Dios lo ve todo, pues me bendice
Me estoy riendo de to’ lo que dicen en el Alexander, tomando Van Winkle
Y cuando intentan reírse de mí por el pajarito, ello’ saben que soy millonario
¿Cómo que yo no soy nadie? Pedazo de mierda, ¿no me ve’ llenando estadio’?
En serio, ¿no te siente’ ridículo diciendo en pleno 2024 que no sería nadie sin el Auto-Tune, bro?
I guess we’ll never know
Gira Sakura, 250 al show
No me tires si tu cuenta está broke
Es que no tienen vergüenza
Con 21 y el mundo en mis mano’
Con el respeto de los veterano’
Yo piloto, pero Dios e’ el que guía
Por eso nunca digo que lo logré, siempre digo “lo logramo'”

[Verso 3: Omar Montes]
Yo me siento El Matador, cuido a los mío’, a mi familia
Siempre cumplo mi palabra, no me llevo de la envidia
Orgullo de donde vengo, nunca lo podré olvidar
Ahora tengo un Aston Martin y una casa junto al mar
Tengo todo lo que quiero, en mis sueño’ lo viví
Yo no elijo mi destino, eso Dios lo quiso así
Claro que conozco el miedo, no te lo puedo negar
Vine para ser leyenda, to’s me van a recordar

[Coro: Omar Montes]
Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, amor
Ay, mi morena de mi corazón
Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, amor
Ay, mi morena de mi corazón

[Outro: Saiko]
Este disco va a ser el número 1 de España, lo digo antes de que lo sea
Soy como Ilia, poniendo 15-0 antes de la pelea
A mí no me importa quien no me crea
Porque quien tiene que confiar en mí soy yo
Y con eso, puedo contra quien sea

abril 22, 2024

Shallipopi – ASAP

ASAP Lyrics

[Intro: Shallipopi & Alhaji Waziri Oshomah]
[?]
(Signal)
Ayy, na e be, clear road o
Only one Pluto Presido
They call me Shallipopi
(Yo, X)
Say
Say, say, say
Say, say, say
Say, say, say
Say, say, say
Say, say, say
Say, say, say
Way (Ki—), way

[Pre-Chorus]
Network slow (Eh), no mean say Wi-Fi disconnect (Clear)
Do you know who you are talking to? (Know what?)
Watch your mouth or I go wear you five hundred for your chest, I want war
I no want peace, I want war (Eh)
Giving only hit and they say they want more (Voltage)
Na we surround you, na who you wan call? (Confirm)
Kor, kor, kor, who is knocking at the door? (Who’s there?)

[Chorus]
ASAP, we go run am ASAP (Say)
Na fast delivery, we go run am ASAP (ASAP, no go dey)
ASAP, we go run am ASAP
Na we dey deliver, we go run am ASAP (ASAP)
ASAP, we go run am ASAP (Say)
Na fast delivery, we go run am ASAP (ASAP, eh)
ASAP, wе go run am ASAP (Say)
Na we dey delivеr, we go run am ASAP (Eh, ASAP, confirm)

[Verse]
ASAP (Eh), we go run am ASAP (Okay, clear)
I nor dey sleep house, steady chasing paper (Problem)
Very focused on the money, you can call me later (Clear)
I don’t chase no bitch, you can ask Anita (See am)
Na Shalli dey write but na Shakespeare dey shake (Eh)
I’m the greatest philosopher, ain’t no time for debate (No debate)
Wise like a tortoise, only few can relate (Eh)
Order Azulbeke, money dey liquidate (Confirm)

[Pre-Chorus]
Network slow, nor mean say Wi-Fi disconnect (Eh)
Do you know who you are talking to? (Wahala)
Watch your mouth or I go wear you five hundred for your chest, I want war (Clear)
I nor want peace, I want war (Eh)
Giving only hit and they say they want more (Confirm)
Na we surround you, na who you wan call? (Clear)
Kor, kor, kor, who is knocking at the door? (Who’s there?)

[Chorus]
ASAP, we go run am ASAP (Eh)
Na fast delivery, we go run am ASAP (ASAP, confirm)
ASAP, we go run am ASAP (Say)
Na we dey deliver, we go run am ASAP (ASAP, eh)
ASAP, we go run am ASAP (No go dey)
Na fast delivery, we go run am ASAP (ASAP, eh)
ASAP, we go run am ASAP (Say)
Na we dey deliver, we go run am ASAP (ASAP, wahala)

[Outro: Alhaji Waziri Oshomah]
[?]
Play that shit back ASAP

abril 22, 2024

Brytiago & Anuel AA – Kilerito

Kilerito Lyrics

[Letra de “Kilerito”]

[Intro: Anuel AA & Brytiago]
Uah
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Real hasta la muerte, baby (Uah)
Real hasta la muerte, baby
Uah (Oh-oh)

[Pre-Coro: Brytiago & Anuel AA]
Los trabajos y los palo’ en el closet
En el sistema pa’ chingarte 512 (512)
Estos cabrone’ quieren matarme (Matarme)
Quizás mañana puede que mi alma repose (Amén)
O me choteen y despierte en la Fede (Fede)
Hay 300 mil en el clavo de la Mercede’ (Mercede’)
Cógelo y renuncia (Rеnuncia)
Nunca olvide’ que soy el diablo quе hace que en el infierno te queme’

[Coro: Brytiago & Anuel AA]
Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito
Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi Patico
Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico
Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico
Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito (Modelito)
Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi Patico
Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico
Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico (Brr)

[Verso 1: Anuel AA]
Te quito el panty y te pongo de la’o
Te lo meto en el piso como en los concert hace Rauw
Y como la tiraera ‘e Jhayco, te lo dejo enterra’o
Me vengo sin irme pa’ ningún la’o (Ningún la’o)
Yo soy tu Chapo, tu totito es mi Federal (Federal)
Tengo cara que te doy duro, un piquete Bad Gyal
Prendo como Tego, bandolero, y tú empieza’ a fumar
Chingamo’ con vista al mar
Su cuerpo es naturaleza, maldad y belleza con delicadeza
Ella es mi reina, y su alteza, no sale de mi cabeza
Ingresa el bicho mío y tú lo procesa’
En tu totito apretaíto’ como si estuviera presa (Oh-oh)
Te lo embarro con syrup de fresa
Siempre nos comemo’, nunca encima de la mesa, eh
Yo soy tu Mario, tú la princesa
Yo te rompo to’a sin romperte las promesa’, eh
Te traje unos juguete’ de sex shop de pink cherry
Hoy chingando hacemo’ la quinta parte de Toy Story, brr
Ese culo es domi, este bicho es bori
Junto’ nos parecemo’ a JLo y Alex Rodri (¡Jaja!)

[Coro: Brytiago & Anuel AA]
Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito (Mi modelito)
Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi Patico
Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico
Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico (Oh)
Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito (Modelito, oh)
Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi Patico
Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico
Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico

[Verso 2: Brytiago]
Ese culo está bien exagera’o
Yo te costeo lo que sea, estamo’ coronao’
A ti nunca te lo saco, me quedo pega’o
Y cuando terminamo’ lo deja levanta’o
Y, mami, tú ere’ mía (Ah)
Igual que to’a la mercancía (Yeah)
Y tengo los títere’ cazando de día
Y mandando kilo’ por la avería
Y yo pensando en ti (Ti)
Gastando lo que hice, envuelto con tus kisses
Enamora’o de ti y tú de cómo te lo hice
Tú sabe’ que yo hago que tu piel se erice
Sé que ere’ callejera y de ahí son mis raíce’, yeah
De pasarela, jura’o que es de novela
Si es por ella nos dejamo’ ver
Y se roba la escena, es como una condena
Soy mayor y ella me puso a aprender

[Pre-Coro: Brytiago & Anuel AA]
Los trabajo’ y los palo’ en el closet (Closet)
En el sistema pa’ chingarte 512 (512; yeah-yeah)
Estos cabrone’ quieren matarme (Matarme)
Quizás mañana puede que mi alma repose (Amén)
O me choteen y despierte en la Fede (Fede)
Hay 300 mil en el clavo de la Mercede’
Cógelo y renuncia (Renuncia; eh)
Nunca olvide’ que soy el diablo que hace que en el infierno te queme’

[Coro: Anuel AA & Brytiago]
Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito
Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi Patico
Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico
Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico (Oh)
Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito
Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi Patico
Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico
Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico

[Outro: Anuel AA & Brytiago]
(Kile-Kilerito, tú mi modelito)
Brytiago, baby
(Yo soy tu Pablo, tú mi PaticoLa AA
Brr
(Mami, qué rico, tú me chinga’ bien rico)
Uah, uah
(Pa’ no venirme, en 512 me medico)
Anuel

abril 22, 2024

Jay5ive – Cap Rappers

Cap Rappers Lyrics

[Intro]
Fx, turn that shit up
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Nigga, no more free 5ive, nigga (Free G, nigga)
Grrah, let me get in my— (Eli)
Ah (Weldon, Neaky), ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cap, I lost bro, I was sick
Got in my stance, but the Ds made me sit
It ain’t a block that I ain’t take a trip
I’m known for at least seventeen if I flick
Bro, who movin’ weird in that whip?
Bro, I’m not the one they should diss
No, “5ive, could you think ‘bout your kid?”
Bro, I be forgettin’ I’m lit
He seen my dreads out the ski, then he dipped
He seen the way that I moved on the strip
Don’t wanna beef if you don’t got a sitch
Never care about rap, rather shoot who’s on fifth
I pray to God ‘fore I empty my clip
I pray to God ‘fore I get on the Nick
Shot after shot tryna make me a spliff
Bro, I hope I don’t hit a kid

[Verse]
This ain’t no shit that you normally beef ‘bout
Bro, what do that be ‘bout?
I’m on the Woo, word to bro, had to reroute
M Row keep runnin’ while I got my heat out
Bro, I think that I got my G out
Flock, I think that we brung the Ds out
Shots, brodie, we flarin’ the scene now
Dropped, I think we made a new spli’ now
I’m on the back of that block gettin’ crafty, active
Word to my deads, don’t get put in that—
Word to my deads, don’t end up in that casket
We bringin’ shots to his door like a package
I throw the beam on his back if he run
Drako keep runnin’, see who run the fastest
Like, no, we don’t play for the Mavericks
And tell DudeyLo his pops get me the smackest
Word to bro, I been totin’ my gun
Citizen app tryna say what I do
Get on that block when I get to creepin’
I yell out, “Sweep,” when I’m on the Woo
He yell out, “Pah,” and that nigga flew
I knew shit was real, seen Notti on the news
And I Notti Bop while totin’ on my tool
And I shake my shoulder when I’m spinnin’ Drew
Paco Gz, I’m lookin’ for you
Niggas switchin’ they sets, I’m gettin’ confused
Brazy, Boogz, Trey Burke too
[Oowoo?] was Makkin’, now he jackin’ who?
I get to flickin’, the gun, it won’t break
[Oowoo?] was Makkin’, that nigga turned Ape
Flare at that block, tryna jump over gates
Catch him, we put the gun to his face
Blast him, Boogz got a shot on his face
Drag him, brodie, he can’t get away
Pack him, we tryna send him to Ray
Clap him, we tryna do him like Caine
Shoot him, we tryna do him like Trey
Mikey, how could you run on your gang?
Eli, he put the pole to his brain
Mel Mel, nigga, that’s suicide pain

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cap, I lost bro, I was sick
Got in my stance, but the Ds made me sit
It ain’t a block that I ain’t take a trip
I’m known for at least seventeen if I flick
Bro, who movin’ weird in that whip?
Bro, I’m not the one they should diss
No, “5ive, could you think ‘bout your kid?”
Throw, I be forgettin’ I’m lit
He seen my dreads out the ski, then he dipped
He seen the way that I moved on the strip
Don’t wanna beef if you don’t got a sitch
Never care about rap, rather shoot who’s on fifth
I pray to God ‘fore I empty my clip
I pray to God ‘fore I get on the Nick
Shot after shot tryna make me a spliff
Bro, I hope I don’t hit a kid

abril 22, 2024

Brit Smith – Karma’s A Bitch

Karma’s A Bitch Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was a bad girl, I did some bad things
I swear I did it all for fun, and it meant nothing
It never happened, it was a secret
Like when a tree falls in the forest, no one hears it
Another late night, another crazy mood
And I didn’t think twice what it would do to you
I was a wild child, you always knew it
It was a matter of time before I blew it

[Pre-Chorus]
Thou shalt not lie, thou shalt not cheat
Thou shalt not get caught, or you’ll end up just like me, oh

[Chorus]
Karma’s a bitch, I should’ve known better
If I had a wish, I would’ve never messed around
When I saw the pics of you with her, I felt the knife twist
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

[Post-Chorus]
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Karma’s a bitch
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) K-k-karma’s a bitch
Better be good, ‘cause what goes around comes around
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

[Verse 2]
She is a good girl, I think she’s boring
Believe me, twenty minutes later, you’ll be snoring
But it still kills me that you hooked up with her
And now the universe has given me what I deserve, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Thou shalt not lie, thou shalt not cheat
I’ll write it down a thousand times and hope it sets me free, oh

[Post-Chorus]
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Karma’s a bitch
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) K-k-karma’s a bitch
Better be good, ‘cause what goes around comes around
Karma’s a bitch, and God I’m payin’ for it now

[Bridge]
And when I lay me down to sleep, it’s not your body next to me
This lonely room feels so empty, just me and my regrets
And cold blue eyes look back at me, the mirror has no sympathy
My guilts become my symphony that won’t let me forget, oh

[Chorus]
Karma’s a bitch, I-I should’ve known better
If I-I had a wish, I-I would’ve never m-messed around-round-round
When I saw the pics of you with her, I felt the knife twist
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

[Chorus]
Karma’s a bitch (Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I should’ve known better (Karma’s a bitch)
If I had a wish, I would’ve never messed around
When I saw the pics of you with her, I felt the knife twist
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

abril 22, 2024

Baby Kia – NYC WITH FELONS

NYC WITH FELONS Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I was just listenin’ to it, on everything
Run, I bet he—, run, you get
Niggas know that we step right on they play
Huh, bro said he get play (Damn, 1gbaby)
Grab that fuckin’—, grab that knife—, aha, boom, flaow
Boom-boom-boom-flaow

[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase ‘em, better not run
Huh, told him, “We don’t bullshit, Kia Soul snatch up your son”
BK say, “I’m in Times Square with that stick”
Day1 hangin’ off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks

[Verse 1]
Creep up, all he heard was, “Come here”
Matte black SS Chevy’s down for soul snatcher
I make niggas get low with that stick, fuck with them four crackers
Fucked up with that Drac’, five to the chest, I make him walk backwards
Who that is inside that white truck?
Fuck that shit, lil’ bruh, just blow
Cold as hell outside, my clip pack heated inside my coat

[Verse 2]
Forgiato holdin’ up the V12, this a big body
Micro stick inside this Chevy box, I feel like Ricch Roddy
Yeah, caught him down bad chillin’ in the ‘partments, lil’ bruh, time to swing
Told him, “Choose a gun, you pick the wrong one, you get shot, bitch”
New York smokin’ Hot, bitch
Told him he can’t stop shit
Homi’ truck, play with a stick, slide Aspen blastin’ hot shit