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The Kid LAROI, d4vd – THE LINE Lyrics

The Kid LAROI, d4vd – THE LINE ( Lyrics ) Letra TheKidLAROIVEVO The Kid LAROI, d4vd – THE LINE ( Lyrics )
One, two, three

You’ve done things that I don’t like
But you crossed the line this time
Don’t say sorry, don’t apologize
‘Cause you crossed the line this time

And after three years, I’m just another one
Found somebody else, another one
But I miss you around, and my mother does
She always asks about you
I heard all the whispers on the street
It contradicts the things you said to me
You’re convinced that you know how to please
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to leave
You said that you got love for me still, did you mean it?
I think about it whenever I’m alone and the beat hits
Talkin’ to me crazy, baby, that shit demeanin’
But this time it’s different now, you see

You’ve done things that I don’t like
But you crossed the line this time
Don’t say sorry, don’t apologize
‘Cause you crossed the line this time
Tell me how

Tell me how you escape
Don’t wanna send me to hell for your sake
There ain’t no more ringin’ the bell, we can’t break
Somebody willin’ to die than be saved, and I
Die for me, I die for you
We fall to pieces every time I think about movin’ on, I can’t
Wash this blood up off my hands, I

I’ve done things you can’t comprehend
‘Cause we fell behind
Oh, we fell behind, -hind

You’ve done things that I don’t like (uh-uh)
But you crossed the line this time
Don’t say sorry, don’t apologize
‘Cause you crossed the line this time
Tell me how

Um, I know you’re in a bit of a weird spot right now
Things are kinda strange, but um
I want you to hear this from me
For the first time
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Apsilon – Baba Lyrics

Apsilon – Baba ( Lyrics ) Letra Apsilon Apsilon Songtext

Part 1
Mein Baba hat ein’n starken Rücken
Der schleppt viel mit sich rum bei Nacht
Ich wünscht, er wär ein bisschen schwächer
Dann hätt’s ihn nicht kaputtgemacht
Ich wünscht, er wär ein bisschen echter
Dann könnt ich bisschen schwächer sein
Ich wünscht, er würd nicht immer lächeln
Dann könnt ich Schmerz, der echt ist, zeigen
Ich wünscht, er würd nicht immer renn’n
Und sich dabei die Beine brechen
Ich wünscht, er hätte mir gezeigt, ja
Dass man als Baba weint in echt
Pre-Hook
Ich fühl’ sehr viel, wenn ich schweig’, ich fühl’ wenig, wenn ich rede
Ich bin auch manchmal allein, komm’ mir selber in die Quere
Ich hab’ auch meine Probleme, Augen taub in meiner Gegend
Ich hab’ auch meine Probleme, ich hab’ auch, Baba

Hook
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, ja
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba

Part 2
Mein Baba hat ein’n starken Rücken
Guck, wie viel Druck auf meine Schultern passt
Ich wünscht, ich wär ein bisschen schwächer
Dann hätt’s mich nicht kaputtgemacht
Ich wünscht, er hätt mehr Wunden offen
Dann könnten meine besser heil’n
Dann müsst ich mich nicht immer schlecht fühl’n
Wenn mir jemand die Hände reicht
Ich wünscht, er würd nicht immer renn’n
Und sich dabei die Beine brechen
Ich wünscht, er hätte mir gezeigt, ja
Dass man als Baba weint in echt

Pre-Hook
Ich fühl’ sehr viel, wenn ich schweig’, ich fühl’ wenig, wenn ich rede
Ich bin auch manchmal allein, komm’ mir selber in die Quere
Ich hab’ auch meine Probleme, Augen taub in meiner Gegend
Ich hab’ auch meine Probleme, ich hab’ auch, Baba
Hook
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, ja
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, ja
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, Baba
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, ja
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, Baba
Ich hab’ das auch, Baba
Ich kenn’ das auch, ja

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Kodak Black – Came Thru Flushin’ Lyrics

Kodak Black – Came Thru Flushin’ [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Came Thru Flushin’ [ Lyrics ]
I came here with nothin’, now, I got that money, now, they know me
Came through flushin’, I put the bustin’ on the Rollie
Them niggas say fuck me, I swear to God that was my whodie
Stick from the Russians, I got a hundred, and it’s loaded
My ear to the streets, and I got my eyes on my opponent
These niggas want beef, and I got that heat for whoever want it
I’m a fool on these beats, but with that piece, I act a donkey
I’m back on that lean, when I get to the scene, I’m actin’ bolegs

Chorus
Stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe, I’m at the show with it
Shorty, she nice, but that bitch ain’t right, she fuckin’ got four leg
Pulled up in a Viper, I was on a bike, I was on a go ped
Verse 2
Like it or love it, forever thuggin’, that’s how I be
Wilding’ for nothin’, I’m out in public acting acky
I see it comin’, I’ma find a plug in Abu Dhabi
I’m on a monkey, but I ain’t no monkey on high heat
He just beat a case and jumped out the Wraith and caught a body
Just beat a case and jumped out the Wraith and caught a body
My bitch caught me cheatin’, she went to beefin’, took my car key
I’m totin’ this heat, it got me conceded, actin’ cocky
I keep it gutter, these pussy niggas be tryna knock me
I keep it comin’, them pussy niggas be tryna stop me
Hit the floor runnin’, them pussy niggas was tryna block me
The judge throwing numbers he’s giving Boas like it’s rocky
Came from the struggle where you don’t make it out lightly
And then, when you make it, they go to flamin’ ‘cause you icey
We hop out with skis, we kill with ease like the ISIS
I got me some cheese, remember we was in a crisis
Pulled up on the scene I’m in a stolo two-door Chrysler
Not a foreign, no keys, remember I was on a bicycle
‘Member I had to ask for it
Knew daddy and my mama poor
Walkin’ up to the older boys, give me a dollar for a popsicle
Give me a dollar for a ice cream
Shit turned around, and niggas I use to look up to say they don’t like me no more
I was on a chase I almost got away until they turned on they little high beam
Refrain
Gleeful, gleeful, gleeful
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Glee, glee, glee
I don’t know what’s wrong
What’s wrong with me?

Chorus
I say the stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe, I’m at the show with it
Stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe
The stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe, I’m at the show with it
Shorty, she nice, but that bitch ain’t right, she fuckin’ got four leg
Pulled up in a Viper, I was on a bike, I was on a go ped

Refrain
Gleeful, gleeful, gleeful
I don’t know what’s wrong with me

Outro
Tide
Like it or love it, forever thuggin’, that’s how I be
Wildin’ for nothing I’m out in public acting acky
I’m out in public acting acky
Like it or love it, forever thuggin’, that’s how I be

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Chris Brown – Views Lyrics

Chris Brown – Views ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Views ( Lyrics)

It’s like you do it on purpose
You know you dead wrong, you got them heels on
That make your body set perfect
That birthday dress on, there’s nothin’ left on
And I just wanna see the way that you act with my hands on your throat
And the way that you sound when you beggin’ for more
The way that it hit, lookin’ just like it ‘posed to
Girl, you ride like a pro, ain’t your first rodeo

Looks like you need some release, I got you
Girl, when you get on your knees, that’s not you
Girl, is it me or the dream inside you?
Who said that both can’t be true?

I only came for the view, but I stayed for the taste
The way that body shaped
You know I look good on you like icing on the cake
Invite me to your waist
Oh-woah
That’s my favorite point of view
Oh, view, view, oh-woah
That’s my favorite point of view
View, view, ski-ski

Top of the skyline, middle of nighttime
Night
View from the court, right on the floor, next to the sideline
Ooh
These hoes tryna see where we at, yeah, they gon’ die tryin’
That’s the funny thing about fate, you can’t decide mine

Looks like you need some release, I got you
Girl, when you get on your knees, that’s not you
Girl, is it me or the dream inside you?
Oh
Who said that both can’t be true?

I only came for the view, but I stayed for the taste
The way that body shaped
You know I look good on you like icing on the cake
Invite me to your waist
Oh-woah
That’s my favorite point of view
Oh, view, view, oh-woah
That’s my favorite point of view
View, view, baby

Looks like you need some release, I got you
Girl, when you get on your knees, that’s not you
Girl, is it me or the dream inside you?
Who said that both can’t be true?
I only came for the view
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Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall Lyrics

Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall ( Lyrics ) Letra Hapilos Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall ( Lyrics )
Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]

Heart full a cut but a never hear [?]
Same time when me rise, them want me drop the same time
Been a pree fi be a rapper since me drop a grade nine
If me thief style, a mussi Rod Wave style

And me say dear dancehall
How me fi diss the same place weh me born
That a Kingston
Drewsland, Garrison
Me want fi do it greater than Shaggy and Sean Paul
Me want fi do it bigger than Rihanna them
Me see a comment the other day about influence
And MOCA, but them a fi know me full a banger friends

Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]

Me a dancehall artiste, yes
But me a live a rapper lifestyle
If you ask how far me a trod from
Me tell you more than nine miles
Watch the cars me damn drive
And me have the ‘matic on standby
For the haters who want me damn die
Oh, dawg

Ah, ah, ah
Them say me nah big up dancehall
Yow, dancehall
‘Cause them like talk
Huh?
Yow, dancehall
Yow, dancehall
Yow, dancehall

Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]

Heart full a cut but a never hear [?]
Same time when me rise, them want me drop the same time
Been a pree fi be a rapper since me drop a grade nine
If me thief style, a mussi Rod Wave style
And me say dear dancehall
How me fi diss the same place weh me born
That a Kingston
Drewsland, Garrison
Yow, Grantspen

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FUEGO 2 – Neves17 Feat. Baby Gang, Morad Letra

FUEGO 2 – Neves17 Feat. Baby Gang, Morad (Visual ) Letra Neves17 FUEGO 2 – Neves17 Feat. Baby Gang, Morad Letra
Abbiamo appena fatto bingo
Ho comprato un altro chilo
Lo faresti un omicidio
Ho più palle di un Gambino

Anche oggi chiamo Dany
Porta la plata a Lugano
In aeroporto ho dieci ferri
Lo sbirro non da problemi
Camisetta di Burberry
Doppia sim nel BlackBerry
Stai attento che le prendi porta rispetto al bando

FUEGO
FUEGO
Mon amie è Fuego
FUEGO
FUEGO
Ho fatto un disco Fuego
FUEGO
FUEGO
17 Fuego
FUEGO
FUEGO
Sono sempre il Fuego

We we we we
We we we we
FUEGO
We we we
FUEGO
We we we
FUEGO

Mi voglion dentro mami,
pure gli americani,
prima stavo in mezzo a vie,
ora il mezzo è rari,
3arbi mica falafel,
3arbi travail schit paris,
fa di nome Billaden, di cognome el Gheddafi,

O mon amour, mon amour, mon amour
O mon amour, mon amour, mon amour
E morte mia vita tua mon amour
E morte tua vita mia mon amour
Gente che parla tanto,
Entra ed esce nuda dal bando,
Dicono che tanto piango,
Pesce in mock a te e il tuo bando,
Mica me ne faccio un vanto,
Entro ed esco da quel gabbio,
Non ho colpe sono un santo entra ed esce da me el diablo

We we we we
We we we we
FUEGO
We we we
FUEGO
We we we
FUEGO

Sentado en una mesa con napolitano
A la derecha mía uno de Milano
Mira que me gusta demasiado Italia
Conozco a Zaccaria y todos los hermanos

Los tuyos meten basura
Los míos cobran facturas
Palos, kilos todos de verdura
Blancanieves, sale la pura

Todo aquí se censura
Hasta cuando alguno se empoma
Se ha quedao’ tirada la goma
Pirata, bandera se asoma

Somos los de la L
Los que nunca dicen perdona
No somos el tipo persona
Entramos a todo tipo de zonas

Ajustes en Barcelona
Ajustes por un sonido
Disparos por un silbido
Shh, salen movidos

Barcos en el atlántico
Pagos en metálico
Robos en un ático
Momentos de pánico

Trajes de mecánico
Otro pizzería
Aquí te atracan solamente por bisutería

Un napolitano, otro de Milano
25 en la mesa y todos son hermanos
Y las armas están encima y todos dan la mano
Es que aquí nunca se habla
Mente de veterano

FUEGO
FUEGO
Mon amie è Fuego
FUEGO
FUEGO
Ho fatto un disco Fuego
FUEGO
FUEGO
17 Fuego
FUEGO
FUEGO
Sono sempre il Fuego

We we we we
We we we we
FUEGO
We we we
FUEGO
We we we
FUEGO
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LOKO – 2MDIE x S.A.N.E x REALLY JING Feat. MC SEY Lyrics

LOKO – 2MDIE x S.A.N.E x REALLY JING Feat. MC SEY Letra B-Side Asia LOKO – 2MDIE x S.A.N.E x REALLY JING Feat. MC SEY
LOKO – 2MDIE x S.A.N.E x REALLY JING feat. MC SEY [ Lyrics ]

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Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island Lyrics

Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Star Island ( Lyrics)

Tell them niggas, “Get in line,” they ain’t got no money
None, brrt, brrt
Spent thirty-five million on my jet, nigga
Woo
Week later, spent another thirty-five million
Woah, double M
On a palace on motherfuckin’ Star Island

ATL Jacob, he a fuckin’ millionaire
Take notes, nigga
Huh

Life up easy
Lot, a lot of riders on it
A lot, ruckus
I play greasy
What?, it ain’t no plottin’ on me
No plottin’, brrt
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me
Throw that out
If I catch you cheatin’, I’ll buy you a watch, we probably gon’ rob you for it
A lot of money
A lot
You ain’t never countin’ no money ‘til you get tired of money
Woo
Totin’, runnin’ ‘round, right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me
Brrt
Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on ‘em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it’s fire on him, it’s hot
I’m with Ricky, me and my sticky
Boss
Right in the rear view, niggas tricky
I got twenty hoes right now, but only gon’ two ‘cause I’m picky
Pullin’ a Rolls-Royce through my old hood, it ain’t no way they could miss me
No way
She was on demon time, lil’ ho-ho
Huh, it ain’t no way she could kiss me
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
It ain’t no way
I just sniped a famous bitch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I’ma text her on her birthday
For what?
For what?
Just to ask her if she okay

Okay
Okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Meek, I love it, nigga
I love it
I love it
I love it, yes
M-M-

Jokić and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin’ my shooters like a movie, I’m closin’ your curtains
Uh
Kobe and Shaq
Shaq, the bottles are black
Black
The nine inches to you bitches and all of you rats
Rat
Why you countin’ my pockets?
Pockets
Bitches DM my bitches
Bitches
IRS sheet been talkin’, real estate is extensive
Extensive
My money retarded
Ha, since you niggas is dummies
Dummy
And my label the largest
M-M-, I just came for the money
Brrt
I’m not dissin’ you niggas
Nah
I’m just tippin’ the killers
Biggest
We can share all the women
Woo
I’m not gettin’ no feelings
Hahaha
Africa to Nairobi
Nairobi
I got kids in the village
Village
Yes, they call me, “Don dada”
Don dada
Been through pain and they feel it
Uh
Put the hoes on a bus
Bus
We could jump on a jet
Jet
737, I’ma jump on the next
Hahaha
Them fake ass lab diamonds
Lab
Left a lump on your neck
Lab
I gave your bitch a double M, it ain’t none but baguettes
Baguettes

Yes, baguettes
It’s too good to be true
M-M-
They can’t believe we pulled it off, nigga
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Dani Faiv – Di Natale Lyrics

Dani Faiv – Di Natale ( Lyrics ) Letra Dani Faiv Dani Faiv – Di Natale Lyrics Testo

Strofa 1
Dorme poco la mia baby perché con lei faccio pesi
Meglio fermo questi crazy
Run, per la neve sono yeti
Non c’è un filo e sono appesi
Seh, un altro mondo, Kevin Spacey
Già in partenza sono arresi, flow miei in giro non li vedi
Uh
Di natale luci accese, Di Natale all’Udinese
Uh-ah
Tutti Shaq, ma sono baby, sono Shaq quando era ai Lakers
Ua-ta
Dicon: “Sport”, ma fanno gaming
Eh, perdi tempo tipo hating
Ah
Porto a spasso il mio cazzo
Eh, però non si chiama Daisy
Oh
Valgo il doppio: Dani 10
Ah, pesce crudo sull’ardesia
Ah
Nuovo Range ha i vetri neri
Ah, belli i soldi se son spesi
Ah
Ma non ho conti in sospeso
Rrah, eh
Non cambio nome come Saigon, evoluto, sono Raichu
Una bestia come un Kaiju, non mi fotte di far l’icon
Tutto in bianco, Billy Idol, peso più, ma sto contando
Peso piuma contro Tyson, cosa asciughi che ho già il Dyson

Pre-Ritornello
Scarpa Off-White
Oh
Senza luce brillo ai live
Ah
Ora che va tutto alright
Milano-Paris
Okay
Cinque stelle luxury

C’ho più di un plug che mi dà le Nike
Eh
Meglio fare soldi che far like
Eh
Non mi serve Insta per far hype
Okay
Ho una life
Okay

Strofa 2
Oh my God, per ‘sta merda c’ho il physique du rôle
Huh
Non credo a chi dice: “Tornerò”
No, certe frasi non le tollero
Nah
Prima avevo un cazzo e stavo in down
Uno
Ma ora guardo il conto e penso: “Wow”
Uno
Odio solo per gli sbirri e i clown
Mhm
In casa trovi solo i filtri e le brown
Eh
C’hai solo una vita, pensa, devi proprio averla di merda per stare lì a togliermi il follower
Sono a una cena
Tu-tu-tu a base di gamberi e teste di rapper
Dove?, non posso rispondere
Non ho mai chiesto, semmai l’ho comprato
Perché l’ho sudato
Oui, so quanto può nuocere
Adesso nessuno che parla?
No
Pieno di gambe, sì, un cancan
Dai, vai

Pre-Ritornello
Scarpa Off-White
Oh
Senza luce brillo ai live
Ah
Ora che va tutto alright
Milano-Paris
Okay
Cinque stelle luxury
Ritornello
C’ho più di un plug che mi dà le Nike
Eh
Meglio fare soldi che far like
Eh
Non mi serve Insta per far hype
Okay
Ho una life
Okay
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Chris Brown – Feelings Don’t Lie Lyrics

Chris Brown – Feelings Don’t Lie ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Feelings Don’t Lie ( Lyrics)
Yeah, yeah

Caught you poppin’ tags on rodeo, I’ma out sellin’ love
Wasn’t clear to catch my feelings, it was one and done
We just smoke, fuck, and drink just to sum it up
Was only down for yourself, now what’s up with us?

She a one-of-one, love to run it up
She be tearin’ up the city, shawty, fun as fuck
Can’t put no price on what we have, I’m ‘bout to run it up
Really got me in my bag, I had to double up

You know I don’t mind, the pleasure’s all mine
Shawty, don’t hide what you keeping inside
My feelings don’t lie
My feelings don’t lie
Travel, cool your body, change the weather
Caribbean terrain will get you wetter
I love to watch you whine on me, yeah, yeah
Can get it any time, any day (yeah)

You be tryna turn us on and off
Why I gotta crawl before I walk
Baby, you need space, that’s way too easy
Don’t slow down, girl, you know you’re my speed that
Had you up, we got way too greedy
Way too needy, then you’re stingy with your love
You was only down for yourself, now what’s up with us?

She a one-of-one, love to run it up
She be tearin’ up the city, shawty, fun as fuck (yeah)
Can’t put no price on what we have, I’m ‘bout to run it up (run it up)
Really got me in my bag, I had to double up

You know I don’t mind (don’t mind), the pleasure’s all mine (oh)
Shawty, don’t hide (don’t hide) what you keeping inside
My feelings don’t lie (don’t lie)
My feelings don’t lie
Travel, cool your body, change the weather
Caribbean terrain will get you wetter
I love to watch you whine on me, yeah, yeah
Can get it any time, any day (woah, yeah)
Travel, cool your body, change the weather
Caribbean terrain will get you wetter
I love to watch you whine on me, yeah, yeah
Can get it any time, any day

Ooh-ooh
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