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    Lyrics Timbaland – The Way I Are (Keltro Remix) ft. Keri Hilson, D.O.E

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    Timbaland – The Way I Are (Keltro Remix) ft. Keri Hilson, D.O.E Lyrics
    Yeah, yeah
    (Oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh)
    Yeah, yeah
    (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
    Remember the time, baby?
    Yeah, yeah
    (Oh, oh, oh)

    [Timbaland]
    I ain’t got no money
    I ain’t got no car to take you on a date
    I can’t even buy you flowers (flowers, flowers)
    But together we’ll be the perfect soulmates
    Talk to me, girl

    [Keri Hilson]
    Oh, baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for me
    If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
    We can work without the perks, just you and me
    Thug it out ‘till we get it right

    [Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
    Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like you just the way you are
    (I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
    Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
    I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
    Boy, I like you just the way you are
    And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like, I like, I like

    [Timbaland]
    I ain’t got no Visa
    I ain’t got no Red American Express
    We can’t go nowhere exotic (exotic, exotic)
    It don’t matter ‘cause I’m the one that loves you best
    Talk to me, girl

    [Keri Hilson]
    Oh, baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for me
    If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
    We can work without the perks, just you and me
    Thug it out ‘till we get it right

    [Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
    Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like you just the way you are
    (I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
    Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
    I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
    Boy, I like you just the way you are
    And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like you just the way you are

    [D.O.E]
    Yeah, baby girl
    I don’t got a huge ol’ house I rent a room in a house
    Listen, baby girl
    I ain’t got a motorboat but I can float ya boat
    So listen, baby girl
    Once you get a dose of D.O.E., you gon’ want some mo’
    So listen, baby girl
    When I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah

    [Sebastian]
    Yeah, my money ain’t aloof like Phil and them
    And it’s really not quite low as LSN
    Your body ain’t Pamela Anderson
    It’s a struggle just to get you in the caravan
    But listen, baby girl
    Before I let you lose a pound, I’ll buy a bigger car
    So listen, baby girl
    I love you just the way ya are, the way ya are

    [Keri Hilson]
    Oh, baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for me
    If we go Dutch, you can still touch, my love is free
    We can work without the perks, just you and me
    Thug it out ‘till we get it right

    [Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
    Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like you just the way you are
    (I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
    Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
    I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
    Boy, I like you just the way you are
    And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like you just the way you are

    [Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
    Baby, if you strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like you just the way you are
    (I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped
    Can you handle me the way I’m are?)
    I don’t need the G’s or the car keys
    Boy, I like you just the way you are
    And let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
    ‘Cause I like, I like, I like
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    Lyrics Switch Disco ft Ella Henderson and Robert Miles – REACT

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    Switch Disco ft Ella Henderson and Robert Miles – REACT (Official Video) Lyrics
    24/7, on my mind day and night, all the time
    You ain’t even by my side, yeah
    24/7, fascinated, you got me infatuated
    Feel the power in your eyes, eyes

    Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
    Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
    Feel the chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
    Every time that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts
    Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
    Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
    Feel thе chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
    Every timе that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts

    24/7, on my mind day and night, all the time
    Glad my body’s hypnotized, yeah
    24/7, dominated by the spell that you created
    You take me to paradise

    There’s somethin’ ‘bout you, love that magic
    Makes me come alive, makes me come alive
    Head on fire, red-hot flashes
    Brings me back to life, life

    Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
    Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
    Feel the chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
    Every time that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts

    Think it’s time that I share my confession
    You been stuck in my head, my obsession, ooh
    If I’m the fire, you’re gasoline
    So pour it over me, ooh, yeah

    Must be voodoo you’re doin’, it’s pullin’ me back
    Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
    Feel the chemicals movin’, it’s a matter of fact
    Every time that you touch me, my body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts, reacts, reacts
    My body reacts

    Oh-oh, ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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    Lyrics MIAMI YACINE ft. AZAD – DRILL MA DRILL

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    MIAMI YACINE ft. AZAD – DRILL MA DRILL Lyrics
    [Songtext zu „Drill ma Drill“]

    [Hook: Miami Yacine]
    Drill ma Drill
    Willkomm’n in der Rheinischen Straße, fick’ Beverly Hills
    Hab’ alles für dich da, Kokain, Ecstasy, Pill’n
    Bugatti Chiron mit ‘ner Sharmut, ich lebe den Film
    Du nicht, ah-ah, du nicht
    Drill ma Drill
    Willkomm’n in der Rheinischen Straße, fick’ Beverly Hills
    Hab’ alles für dich da, Kokain, Ecstasy, Pill’n
    Bugatti Chiron mit ‘ner Sharmut, ich lebe den Film
    Du nicht, ah-ah, du nicht
    [Part 1: Miami Yacine]
    Miami Yacine, Guantanamo
    Gold um den Hals wie ein Pharao
    Neider machen Auge
    Gomorrha, ich shoote wie Malamo
    Ma-Mademoiselle, bitte kein Handshake
    Du bist nicht Irina Shayk
    Tanze den Moonwalk wie M. J.​​​
    Drippe wiе FIJI auf Eis
    Überall Shayatin
    Beten zu Gott für das Paradiеs
    Elhamdu’llah
    Hoffe, dass nie mehr ‘ne Träne von Mama fließt
    Influencer werden Rapper
    YouTube-Vlogger werden Rapper
    Entertainer werden Rapper
    Ihr Hurensöhne macht das extra

    [Hook: Miami Yacine]
    Drill ma Drill
    Willkomm’n in der Rheinischen Straße, fick’ Beverly Hills
    Hab’ alles für dich da, Kokain, Ecstasy, Pill’n
    Bugatti Chiron mit ‘ner Sharmut, ich lebe den Film
    Du nicht, ah-ah, du nicht
    Drill ma Drill
    Willkomm’n in der Rheinischen Straße, fick’ Beverly Hills
    Hab’ alles für dich da, Kokain, Ecstasy, Pill’n
    Bugatti Chiron mit ‘ner Sharmut, ich lebe den Film
    Du nicht, ah-ah, du nicht
    [Part 2: Azad]
    Heavyweight so wie die Chain ist
    Trage Eisen unterm Mantel
    Muhammad Ali, I’m the greatest
    Hier ist Rumble in the Jungle
    4-3, ah
    [?] statt 1-5-4
    Street-Life, ah
    Träume platzen, Bruder, gibt kein Glück hier
    Sind am husteln, machen Para hier
    Hoodies in der DNA
    Iba’ash ist undercover hier
    Brudi, Stanni jeden Tag
    [?], ah
    Harte Schule, Bruder, ist so am Block
    Eywa, ah
    Life ist ‘ne Kachi, aber ich geb’ ihr Cock

    [Hook: Miami Yacine]
    Drill ma Drill
    Willkomm’n in der Rheinischen Straße, fick’ Beverly Hills
    Hab’ alles für dich da, Kokain, Ecstasy, Pill’n
    Bugatti Chiron mit ‘ner Sharmut, ich lebe den Film
    Du nicht, ah-ah, du nicht
    D-D-Drill ma Drill
    Willkomm’n in der Rheinischen Straße, fick’ Beverly Hills
    Hab’ alles für dich da, Kokain, Ecstasy, Pill’n
    Bugatti Chiron mit ‘ner Sharmut, ich lebe den Film
    Du nicht, ah-ah, du nicht
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    Lyrics Internet Money – I Remember feat. Roddy Ricch & Kodak Black

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    Internet Money – I Remember feat. Roddy Ricch & Kodak Black Lyrics
    I can tell you what I’ve done been through (Been through)
    Now I done made my way back in the coupe
    I ain’t tryna make it back in the new
    I remember when the water bill was due
    So fucked up, I’m sippin’ water with the juice
    In the trenches, I was taught to kill and shoot
    I just want a lot of water on my wrist, in the coupe
    But now the clips, I got a. 40 on my hip, came with the zoo
    I was told to get the money, so I started skippin’ school

    Took losses in my trenches, I can’t cry no more
    All this pain inside my body, I can’t hide no more (Uh, uh)
    Fucked up in my mind, a nigga been poppin’ Percocets
    I’ve been sippin’ on this syrup, I ain’t tryna hurdle stretch
    A lot of people pull me a lot of ways
    Why you runnin’ after my Dallas bae?
    Wanna hop inside the rocket, away
    Tryna get these people out of my face
    You ain’t even tryna know me, you just want my bag, lil’ nigga
    I grew up in the trenches, with gorillas
    Niggas know that I’m really from the ghetto
    I told shorty: Get off me, she tried to cross me
    Told that bitch she lost me, lot of these niggas be salty

    I can tell you what I’ve done been through (Been through)
    Now I done made my way back in the coupe
    I ain’t tryna make it back in the new
    I remember when the water bill was due
    So fucked up, I’m sippin’ water with the juice
    In the trenches, I was taught to kill and shoot
    I just want a lot of water on my wrist, in the coupe
    But now the clips, I got a. 40 on my hip, came with the zoo
    I was told to get the money, so I started skippin’ school

    Every Halloween, me and my zombies leave blood on the floor
    I’m the zombie on Earth, I’m a ‘zo, I be on overseas hoes
    They never know what they worth, I let a ghost on they curb
    In the projects, I’m Malcolm X, I’m froze
    Keep a few shooters at my shows, some with me, some out the door
    Back, pour a face in the Rolls, stay outside, and I ride with big old five, ayy
    Just in case we gotta blow somethin’ up, then slide in
    Stay off the radar, but I’m on they grind
    They found him later and marked it suicide
    I’m robbin’ these out of town niggas, one thing, for sure
    If they don’t die, they leavin’ Miami dead broke

    I can tell you what I’ve done been through (Been through)
    Now I done made my way back in the coupe
    I ain’t tryna make it back in the new
    I remember when the water bill was due
    So fucked up, I’m sippin’ water with the juice
    In the trenches, I was taught to kill and shoot
    I just want a lot of water on my wrist, in the coupe
    But now the clips, I got a. 40 on my hip, came with the zoo
    I was told to get the money, so I started skippin’ school
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    Lyrics Vybz Kartel – Jersey Party

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    Vybz Kartel – Jersey Party (Official Audio Video) Lyrics
    Intro
    Pretty gyal come juggle balls nuh
    Put on yuh jersey, yuh short shorts nuh
    Put on boots and yuh tall socks nuh
    Get ready cah match a guh kick off

    Bridge
    Mi wah yuh deh pon mi side
    Mi wah yuh, mi wah yuh deh pon mi side
    Mi wah yuh deh pon mi side
    Mi wah yuh, mi wah yuh deh pon mi side

    Verse 1
    Manchester United, a so me a guh strike ina yuh tightness
    Pussy nuh bushy, anuh Nottingham Forest
    Gunners gyal dem ever cute
    Top striker, mi seh Liverpool
    Mi a score my Mo Salah in yuh pumpum
    A so mi win yuh body like Champions League
    Gyal a six love yuh get but a one don dweet

    Chorus
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strikе mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    Girl mi nuh care wеh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today

    Verse 2
    Me aguh ram you like stadium
    Like when PSG a play game wid Barca FC
    Me a guh salad yuh, cah me a yuh Messi
    And yuh blow mi gyal, you a mi referee
    Extra time yuh fi spend it with me
    Mi a guh breed yuh baby, nuh boots on my team
    ❲?❳ one on one just like you and me
    Like a penalty, me a score it easy

    Chorus
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today

    Verse 3
    Run weh Aston
    Run weh Everton
    Mi a lead so tell Leeds mek a better plan
    Like CR7 mi a di better man
    Up ina yuh hole, experienced, veteran
    Yuh wah my sugarcane, not Harry Kane
    Come fi a one peel up a Andfield
    Chelsea gyal dem tun ❲?❳ ina sandwich
    Addi a guh warm up yuh body a Stamford Bridge

    Chorus
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    Girl mi nuh care weh yuh jersey seh
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today
    A strike mi a strike ina yuh hole today

    Verse 1
    Manchester United, a so me a guh strike ina yuh tightness
    Pussy nuh bushy, anuh Nottingham Forest
    Gunners gyal dem ever cute
    Top striker, mi seh Liverpool
    Mi a score my Mo Salah in yuh pumpum
    A so mi win yuh body like Champions League
    Gyal a six love yuh get but a one don dweet
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    Lyrics K.O – SETE REMIX ft. Young Stunna, Diamond Platnumz, Oxlade

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    K.O – SETE REMIX (Official Audio) ft. Young Stunna, Diamond Platnumz, Oxlade Lyrics
    [Intro: Young Stunna]
    (Ah na na)
    Dali ngik’phethe-phethe
    Phethe-phethe
    Dali ngik’phethe-phethe
    Phethe-phethe
    (Welcome to the planet)

    [Verse 1: K.O]
    (Eish) Ngiyak’ feel-a maan
    Ngwanyana ka di koti mo marameng
    You been the one my love
    Diamond walk e-mallin
    Chanel ne washi legolide
    Uncibikalis’ inhliziyo ngale phimbo lakh’ el’pholile (Oh yeah)
    Your ex man lookin’ at me funny and akasi dumeli
    Umungam’tshel’ ukuthi masiseyinguben’, I’m different ngifan’ nebhubesi
    Ngiyaz’ uzong’zonda maar ang’nandaba
    I can put you on, ngwana nka o nyala
    Ngik’thengele nemoto, namanje singayilanda
    Sfike naphesheya, sidl’ imal’ emaLondon (Baby wami, ayy)
    Bas’dlela nomon’ omakhelwane ngizwile (Oh no)
    Better tell em it’s more than love intwes’ hlangan’sile
    Lo-line vel’ esiwuphethe (Phethe)
    Ng’bheke wedwa ,I’ma never look back (Back)
    Ayihlale phansi ithobel’ umthetho (Mthetho)
    ‘Cause you know I want you, want you
    [Chorus: Young Stunna]
    Ungithath’ ungibeke, ngeke
    Heh basihlukanis’ uthando lugqwele
    Ngicel’ ubabheke izithele, oh zigqwele ungavumi zingene
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Uthando lwakho lungenza ng’shelele

    [Verse 2: Diamond Platinumz]
    [?]

    [Chorus: Young Stunna]
    Ungithath’ ungibeke, ngeke
    Heh basihlukanis’ uthando lugqwele
    Ngicel’ ubabheke izithele, oh zigqwele ungavumi zingene
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Uthando lwakho lungenza ng’shelele

    [Verse 3: Oxlade]
    Girl I dey appreciate odor
    I no fit contemplate on top your matter
    For you I open my door (My door, my door, door)
    That girl ah sexy, zero contour
    She got me destabilizing, shayo on top no matter
    For you I open my floor (My floor, my floor, floor)
    Your body totori my soul, no be lie
    And anybody wey go try touch you I go light ‘em there walah
    Kilo wan foshi, kalaman ogboshi, block the oloshi
    For my girl me ah deadly ahnn
    Nothin’ I no fit do for you my baby
    [Chorus: Young Stunna, Young Stunna & Oxlade]
    Ungithath’ ungibeke, ngeke
    Heh basihlukanis’ uthando lugqwele
    Ngicel’ ubabheke izithele, oh zigqwele ungavumi zingene
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Athi ngik’sete, ngik’sete
    Uthando lwakho lungenza ng’shelele
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    Lyrics Quando Rondo – Vision

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    Quando Rondo – Vision [Official Audio] Lyrics
    Brand new cash came, bring them bags in
    Brand new thirty clip and my ratchet
    Brand new Telfar bag for a bad bitch
    Brand new Hellcat, brand new black Benz
    New money, new year, same problem (Aye, same ol’ problems)
    Lil’ homie playin’ that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
    They don’t wanna see Lul Tim off that monitor (No)
    Pluto comin’ home this year, grand theft auto (That’s GTA)
    Catch a hat, empty clip inside a Tahoe (Let it spray)
    Drop a bag, get him killed, that’s what I’m on (With that K)
    Sippin’ Act’, crack the seal, sticky Styrofoam (Yeah)
    Don’t call me slat 60’s Crip on my iPhone

    Heard the game ‘round my Rollie
    Know wonder I’m ignorin’ all this pain, I ain’t sober
    Yeah, servin’ cane with that toaster
    Hood we really sellin’ cocaine, I’ma locsta
    I’m from the bottom of the map, so we keep a strap
    Don’t got no door key to the trap, come in, it’s a wrap
    He let them birdies take a bath, run it up in math
    Ballin’ like the Cleveland Cavs jumpin’ out the gym
    He rock Amiri mixed with Tims, super fresh to death
    In the kitchen cookin’ yams up, so he a chef
    And no Lil’ D don’t give a damn, play, you gettin’ left
    I’m tryna sell it gram for gram, I done took a L, aye

    Brand new murda squad, brand thirty rod
    Brand new Birkin Bag, look who I bought it for
    She got a brand-new body, shawty need a brand new car
    I’m like a rockstar mixed up with a Rastafari
    New money, new year, same problem (Aye, same ol’ problems)
    Lil’ homie playin’ that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
    They don’t wanna see Lul Tim off that monitor (No)
    Pluto comin’ home this year, grand theft auto (That’s GTA)
    Catch a hat, empty clip inside a Tahoe (Let it spray)
    Drop a bag, get him killed, that’s what I’m on (With that K)
    Sippin’ Act’, crack the seal, sticky Styrofoam (Yeah)
    Don’t call me slat 60’s Crip on my iPhone

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    Lyrics Inkabi Zezwe, Big Zulu & Sjava – Umbayimbayi

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    Inkabi Zezwe, Big Zulu & Sjava – Umbayimbayi (Official Audio) Lyrics
    Sengizok’thengela uMbayi mbayi wedali
    Udubule intaba
    Khona uzongibona njalo njalo njalo
    Sengizokuthengela umbay mbay wedali
    Udubule intaba zangakini khona uzongibona njalo njalo njalo
    Uzongibona
    Njalo
    Njalo njalo
    Njalo
    Njalo njalo uzongibona njalo
    Aw njalo njalo
    Uzongibona themba lami
    Njalo
    Uzongibona njalo
    Njalo njalo njalo

    Phela owakwami uphethe ingadlangadla
    Into ongayazi uphethe inyakanyaka

    Indoni yamanzi lesi isphalaphala

    Noma benzonda bembeka amabala

    Umengangithandi pho yindaba kabani
    Usuka sambe intombi yenkalakatha

    Ave nikhuluma njalo
    Njalo
    Ow njalo

    Bule intaba
    Khona uzongibona njalo njalo njalo
    Sengizokuthengela umbay mbay wedali
    Udubule intaba zangakini khona uzongibona njalo njalo njalo
    Uzongibona
    Njalo
    Njalo njalo
    Njalo
    Njalo njalo uzongibona njalo
    Aw njalo njalo
    Uzongibona themba lami
    Njalo
    Uzongibona njalo
    Njalo njalo njalo

    Ngiwumqabulasheshe
    Ngizokulobola ngesheke
    Awuphithizele ntombi emhlophe ushikile

    Isbhuklabhukla inyama emnandi ushikini
    Ngingaz’qhuba namanje ziyekini

    Ngiphethe umbayimbayi
    Suka mani abadede
    Shaya phelele labafana abadede

    Ngeke ukipite ungangijwayezi namashende
    Ngifuna kukikizwe lay’khaya
    Kume amathende

    Ow dubula
    Dubula
    Ow dubula themba lami
    Ow dubula
    Intaba zangakini
    Ow dubula
    Dubula
    Ow dubula themba lami
    Ow dubula
    Intaba zangakini

    Sengizok’thengela uMbayi mbayi wedali
    Udubule intaba
    Khona uzongibona njalo njalo njalo
    Sengizokuthengela umbay mbay wedali
    Udubule intaba zangakini khona uzongibona njalo njalo njalo
    Uzongibona
    Njalo
    Njalo njalo
    Njalo
    Njalo njalo uzongibona njalo
    Aw njalo njalo
    Uzongibona themba lami
    Njalo
    Uzongibona njalo
    Njalo njalo njalo
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    Lyrics grandson – Drones

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    grandson – Drones [Official Audio] Lyrics
    Hopscotch on the sidewalk
    Dodging landmines
    Next to the zombie
    On the corner
    Who got cast off forgotten
    Life is cruel and unforgiving
    I swore to the downfall
    Of the darkness
    Inside me
    I will not fall in
    I’ll close my eyes
    Cause I know that
    This won’t end so I’ll pretend that

    Drones up in the sky
    Look like paper kites
    Bombs light up the night
    Burn like fireflies
    Tell me one good lie
    So I can sleep at night
    Hurt me one more time
    I wanna feel alive

    Drones up in the sky
    Look like paper kites
    Bombs light up the night
    Burn like fireflies
    Tell me one good lie
    So I can sleep at night
    Hurt me one more time
    I wanna feel alive

    Trust team
    Caught up in a fantasy
    Temptation wanna dance with me
    The devil really wanna cancel me
    I gotta be the man you see
    To take care of my family
    I swear I never wanna
    Let them down
    Deeper where they wanna cut me out
    I’ve come too far to give in now
    And I don’t wanna hit the ground
    Imagination is all I got now
    God don’t let me grow up quick
    Cause this the trap I know that shit
    Yeah I know that
    This won’t end so I’ll pretend that

    Drones up in the sky
    Look like paper kites
    Bombs light up the night
    Burn like fireflies
    Tell me one good lie
    So I can sleep at night
    Hurt me one more time
    I wanna feel alive

    Drones up in the sky
    Look like paper kites
    Bombs light up the night
    Burn like fireflies
    Tell me one good lie
    So I can sleep at night
    Hurt me one more time
    I wanna feel alive

    I wanna feel a-
    Drones up in the sky
    Bombs light up the night
    Tell me one good lie
    Hurt me one more time
    I wanna feel alive

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    Lyrics Quando Rondo – 50

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    Quando Rondo – 50 [Official Audio] Lyrics
    This my young nigga Pabb
    I’ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one
    Now, I really gotta make these niggas feel me
    Whatever the roses, I said I believed her (Oh-oh)
    And, I don’t wan’ kill ‘em, I’m protectin’ my people (Oh-oh)
    Wantin’ to check up and keepin’ my heat up (Yeah)
    QRN
    Know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
    And, I also got my heart torn in this shit
    You’d think, I just guess that come with the streets, like, look
    (Favor, turn me up)
    Oh-oh-oh, look
    Oh-oh-oh, look
    ([?])
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just ‘bout to tell ‘em how I feel

    50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
    I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
    Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ racks on some clothes
    I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
    I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
    Weezy, where the beans at?
    Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
    Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
    I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol

    Before he try to take my chain, he might wan’ take a couple .556s
    See, I been walkin’ through the rain with fucked up Js, you know my lifestyle realer
    Back and fourth the youth detention
    This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I’d be a victim
    Shout out all the ones that shot at me ‘cause I done got a million (Woah)
    This for all them trappers sellin’ dope
    Tryna run some racks up out a store
    This for all them smackers, keep that pole
    This for the ones who really stickin’ to the code
    I hope you get a appeal and come home
    Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
    ‘Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon’ go
    They gon’ treat you like you jus’ another ho

    50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
    I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
    Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
    I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
    I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
    Weezy, where the beans at?
    Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
    Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
    I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
    50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
    I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
    Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
    I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows

    I bought a smoke with EBT jus’ for a gram to get some groceries
    I can’t wait to get on BET to promote, we got ‘bows of weed
    Last thing ‘fore I leave the stage, I’m screamin’ out, “We smokin’ V”
    It’s hard to stop the violence even though I’m ridin’ wit’ YB
    GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team
    Don’t fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo’ change
    I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
    Teddy at the seven where we Crippin’ jus’ in New Orleans
    Don’t you worry ‘bout what’s in my double cup, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
    Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
    Ballin’ like I’m ‘Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
    Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin’ in the dope game

    50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
    I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
    Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
    I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
    I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
    Weezy, where the beans at?
    Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
    Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
    I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
    50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
    I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
    Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
    I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
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