FERRE GOLA – PREUVE PAR 9 ( Lyrics) ft. MICHEL BASSE Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – PREUVE PAR 9 ( Lyrics) ft. MICHEL BASSE
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FERRE GOLA – PIGEON VOYAGEUR ( Lyrics) Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – PIGEON VOYAGEUR ( Lyrics)
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Money Man – IG Story ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – IG Story (Lyrics)
They lookin’ on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
I put them P’s on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin’ for three days
We on them ARP’s with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades
These niggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this shit spread just like the plague
In that white ‘Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh
If you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe
In the yellow Lamborghini, this bitch not a taxi cab
Big Money shoot that stick so good, them nigga gon’ send me in the draft
I done purchased so many handguns, me and FN should collab
I’m with ten hoes in Matsuhisa, pickin’ up the tab
Oh, you broke? You need to cop some reefer and dump a couple bags
After a shoot, I toss that blick like Trevor Lawrence with the Jazz
I’m too up, these niggas mad
I’m in Saks Fifth, poppin’ tags
My girl been loyal, so I told her, “Whatever you want, bae, you can have”
Damn, she always in the gym, damn, I’m always drainin’ squares
Had to drive that pack myself ‘cause niggas started actin’ scared
I got shrooms, I got flower, pull up on my play prepared
While lil’ mama to me off, I’m rubbin’ on her baby hairs
I done bought so much LV, the company need to give me shares
She ain’t ever gone find another nigga like me, I’m too rare
I got muscles, I keep liftin’ all these pounds, my shoulders sore
All my growers love me to death, you know we got a good rapport, let’s go
They lookin’ on my IG story, they just tryna ride on my wave
Any nigga think about robbin’ me gon’ get put in a grave
I put them P’s on a train, them bitches gone be here in three days
So much dirty money, I swear that I been countin’ for three days
We on them ARP’s with five-inch barrel, that Draco shit is played
My bitch so sexy, damn I love her, she do no makeup with shades
These niggas bitin’, they can’t help it, this shit spread just like the plague
In that white ‘Vette with the red guts, this shit look like candy canes
Pull up and light your block up with that Blackout, then go home and laugh
If you can’t handle the street life, then you should’ve chose a different path
I can talk to any plug, I guess I got the gift of gab
I just want the neck, lil’ mama, come and give me some giraffe
Mbnel – Hurricane ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra MBNel Mbnel – Hurricane ( Lyrics Lyrics)
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FERRE GOLA – MARTYRISÉ ( Lyrics) ft. JDT Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – MARTYRISÉ ( Lyrics) ft. JDT
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Baby Rasta & Gringo – Anillo ( Lyrics) Letra BabyRastayGringo Baby Rasta & Gringo – Anillo ( Lyrics)
Pre-Coro: Baby Rasta
Te puse, te puse un anillo pensando que contigo
Fue que me casé y así no fue
Sueño’, sueño’ me vendiste y yo fui a comprarlos
Yo mismo me engañé en un dos por tres
Coro: Baby Rasta
Tanto que pelea’, ya tu amor no me interesa
Solo das problema’ y dolore’ de cabeza
Tanto que pelea’, ya tu amor no me interesa
Solo das problema’ y dolore’ de cabeza
A dondequiera que voy
Una borrachera buena me doy
Preguntan por qué ese cambio de un ser hombre serio a convertirme en un bad boy
Hoy libré la batalla más grande que yo he tenío’
Habiendo más mujere’, ¿por qué tuve ese lío?
Prefiero mil vece’ que se quede con las cosas y me tire pa’ la calle
Feliz, pero jodío
Pre-Coro: Baby Rasta & Gringo
Y no sabía’ tú que era’ mía, qué ironía
Que a quien mudé yo a mi casa hoy me saca pa’ la vía, pa’ la vía
No sabía’ que era’ mía, qué ironía
Que a quien mudé yo a mi casa hoy me saca pa’ la vía, pa’ la vía
Coro: Baby Rasta
Tanto que pelea’, ya tu amor no me interesa
Solo das problema’ y dolore’ de cabeza
Tanto que pelea’, ya tu amor no me interesa
Solo das problema’ y dolore’ de cabeza
Nunca pensé ver
Que a un monstruo así yo pude querer
En la calle es que vo’a amanecer
Dejando todo ese lío en el ayer, vo’a desaparecer
Y por toda’ las queja’
Quien más te quiere muy fácil te deja
Porque gente que te conoce se aleja
Es que nadie te quiere y tú lo que das es pena, eh
Pre-Coro: Baby Rasta & Gringo
No sabía’ que era’ mía, qué ironía
Que a quien mudé yo a mi casa hoy me saca pa’ la vía, pa’ la vía
Coro: Baby Rasta
Tanto que pelea’, ya tu amor no me interesa
Solo das problema’ y dolore’ de cabeza
Tanto que pelea’, ya tu amor no me interesa
Solo das problema’ y dolore’ de cabeza
FERRE GOLA – MOKILI MAKAMBO ( Lyrics) Letra FerreGolaVEVO FERRE GOLA – MOKILI MAKAMBO ( Lyrics)
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Baby Rasta & Gringo – Hipnotizas ( Lyrics) Letra BabyRastayGringo Baby Rasta & Gringo – Hipnotizas ( Lyrics)
Intro: Gringo & Baby Rasta
Tu-ru-ta, tu-ru-ta-ta
Aoh
Te vi, te vi bailando, mirándome así, yeah
Qué rico ver lo que hace’ con tu cuerpo
Que hasta de lejos te siento
Coro: Baby Rasta & Gringo
¿Qué tal si lo intentamos?
Con tu bailecito pegarnos
Tu cuerpo, mi cuerpo
Luego de este baile nos vamos
¿Qué tal si lo intentamos?
Con tu bailecito pegarnos
Tu cuerpo, mi cuerpo
Luego de este baile nos vamos (¡Su!)
Verso 1: Baby Rasta
Me hipnotiza el movimiento
De tu cuerpo bailando conmigo y seduciéndome
Así como tu cuerpo
Como una serpiente se mueve y lo que está es tentándome
El hechizo de Cupido mirándote me enferma
Mírala, qué tierna, por ella vo’a caer
Me tiene vuelto loco arriba de ella sin reversa
Si no se me pega, yo lo voy a hacer
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Pre-Coro: Baby Rasta
Echa pa’ acá, no hay por qué limitarse
Y el miedo pierdo y comienzo a acercarme
Déjate llevar y comienza a pensarme
En aquel lugar que quisiera’ llevarme
Echa pa’ acá, no hay por qué limitarse
Y el miedo pierdo y comienzo a acercarme
Déjate llevar y comienza a pensarme
En aquel lugar que quisiera’ llevarme
Coro: Baby Rasta & Gringo
¿Qué tal si lo intentamos?
Con tu bailecito pegarnos
Tu cuerpo, mi cuerpo
Luego de este baile nos vamos
¿Qué tal si lo intentamos?
Con tu bailecito pegarnos
Tu cuerpo, mi cuerpo
Luego de este baile nos vamos (¡Su!)
Verso 2: Gringo
El juntarnos hace magia, sin mucha labia
Mueve tus cadera’ como si fueras de Arabia
Calentándome, así poco a poquito
Seduciéndome, dejándome loquito
En cámara lenta, ma
Me tiene’ nervioso y me pone’ a sudar
Cuerpo con cuerpo choca, choca
Dejándono’ la mente dañá’, dañá’, dañá’, mami
Pre-Coro: Baby Rasta
Echa pa’ acá, no hay por qué limitarse
Y el miedo pierdo y comienzo a acercarme
Déjate llevar y comienza a pensarme
En aquel lugar que quisiera’ llevarme
Echa pa’ acá, no hay por qué limitarse
Y el miedo pierdo y comienzo a acercarme
Déjate llevar y comienza a pensarme
En aquel lugar que quisiera’ llevarme
Coro: Baby Rasta & Gringo
¿Qué tal si lo intentamos?
Con tu bailecito pegarnos
Tu cuerpo, mi cuerpo
Luego de este baile nos vamos
¿Qué tal si lo intentamos?
Con tu bailecito pegarnos
Tu cuerpo, mi cuerpo
Luego de este baile nos vamos (¡Su!)
Outro: Baby Rasta
Tú sabe’ quiénes somo’ nosotro’ (¡Su!)
(Mírame y nada más)
Baby Rasta y Gringo
Yeah
Wolflow
Los Lobo’
Ayayayai
Tu-ru-tu-ta-ta, tu-ru-tu-ta
Tu-ra-ta-ta-ta
Tu-ra-ta
Tu-ru-tu-ta-ta, tu-ru-tu-ta Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Lil’ d-d-dime bitch match the blick, this a ten milli’
How the? How the fuck you still ain’t seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you’d think it’s fentyn’
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain’t no wrench with me
DSM, th-th-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin’ to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain’t never tried to help me stack it, but’ll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can’t, I can’t even have you ‘round if you won’t bend with me
Lil’ c-cuddy pull up, chop it up like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain’t seen a dub, I just know you can’t comprehend shit
And my wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You on some, you on some lil’ girl shit, you need to step up
I’ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can’t let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, damn, man, I, I think it’s time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just fucked the ‘Vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn’t manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won’t matter, you ain’t valuable
You can’t, you can’t even tell I took the Drac’, I’m acting casual
Th-th-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain’t finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin’ in a UF, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin’, g-g-geek streakin’, spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, “Where’s the other ‘bow?”
I’ll leave, leave him wide open, but he jumper broke
Mon-Moncler, Goosie, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why they still hatin’? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like Custard Co
All that play-playin’ with my pape’, this shit’ll get the buster bust
I got play-plays to make, ask the bitch is we gon’ fuck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon’ suck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon’ cum or what?
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin’ fun or what?
We, we’ll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, I got that fucker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my ‘Wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man like, “Do you got some mud or what?”
A-ask the Zotti man like, “You got bud or what? Crud or what?”
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I’m headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin’ sluts
Bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup’s enough?
A-a-asked the bitch like, “You think that one nut’s enough?”
C-c-cops askin’ if I know somethin’, it wasn’t us or nothin’
I got-, I got Alzheimer’s, I don’t really remember
I’m on p-p-pace for eight figures, make two-fifty December
Glick, glick glitchin’, shootin’ two switchies together
Outro
Majorsteez & AKA – Smooth Operator Lyrics Intro
(Kool B, XCLSV)
(This is for supervision and control)
Chorus
Smooth operator
Cima ama lights, ah ngiphethe generator
Finna go up, elevator
Me no go waste no time with you
You smooth, operator
Cima ama lights, ah ngiphethe generator
Finna go up, elevator
Me no go waste no time with you
Post-Chorus
You might be number one, but I’m not the normal one
You learn to trust my funds
Baby, uzogcwala ngam’
You might be number one, but I’m not the normal one
You learn to trust my funds
Baby, uzogcwala ngam’ yeah
Verse 1: AKA
Can you dig it, dig it?
I be ready with the D like tsiki-tsiki
Hip Hop, Tupac and Biggie-Biggie
You be lookin’ like a snack, oh my niky-niky (Yеah)
Come sit beside mе
Sometimes your thigh just hypnotize me
I know you got (Expensive taste)
I know you got (The Ace of Spades)
And we boomin’ like a locket
Out of space, like NASA
Check my pocket, that’s profit
But don’t watch it, don’t watch it
And we boomin’ like a locket
Out of space, like NASA
Check my pocket, that’s profit
But don’t watch it, don’t watch it
Chorus
Smooth operator
Cima ama lights, ah ngiphethe generator
Finna go up, elevator
Me no go waste no time with you
You smooth, operator
Cima ama lights, ah ngiphethe generator
Finna go up, elevator
Me no go waste no time with you
Verse 2:
I say Do-Re-Mi, So-La-Ti
In the mean time she fuckin’ with MajorSteez
I don’t pillow-talk ‘cause she finna spill tea
In the streets there is no VIP
Gotta operate somethin’, get the place jumpin’
Got the bass bumpin’
She throw it back, humpin’
I’m the nigga got your woman say “I’ll call you later”
Zeros in my bank account, I might need a calculator
Verse 3:
Yeah count it up, count it up
Baby, you can get it all, what you want? (Eh)
Louis Vuitton or the Jimmy Choo? (Louis Vuitton)
Me I go waste no time with you (I’m what you want)
Because, you might be number one, full stop
And you know what we do this for, Hip Hop (Hey)
So tell me, baby, can you dig it, dig it?
I been out here for a minute, won’t you come and pay a visit?
I’m a-
Chorus
Smooth operator
Cima ama lights, ah ngiphethe generator
Finna go up, elevator
Me no go waste no time with you
You smooth, operator
Cima ama lights, ah ngiphethe generator
Finna go up, elevator
Me no go waste no time with you
Post-Chorus
You might be number one, but I’m not the normal one
You learn to trust my funds
Baby, uzogcwala ngam’
You might be number one, but I’m not the normal one
You learn to trust my funds
Baby, uzogcwala ngam’ yeah