Vita Alvia – Bojo Biduan ( Lyrics ) Letra Vita Alvia Lyrics Vita Alvia – Bojo Biduan ( Lyrics )
Abote wong lanang yen nduwe bojo biduan
Kudu biso sabar, ora cemburuan
Yen tansah sujanan lan kerep uring-uringan
Ora mokal bubar anggone bebrayan
Pancen gaweane dadi artis panggungan
Ning kono, ning kene, nyanyi karo bergoyang
Mulo biasane bengi yen kundur tanggapan
Pengin langsung sare
Wegah dijak dolanan
Mulane wong lanang sing uripe sih legan
Kudu siap mental yen ngrabi biduan
Mergane wis akeh banget sing kedadean
Pegatan jalarane mung cemburuan Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Nickelback – High Time ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Nickelback Nickelback – High Time ( Lyrics Letra )
Verse 1
Same old, same town, going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don’t need no map, no need to pack
And don’t care much if we come back
Sitting still just wasn’t meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain’t right for me
‘Cause every time we cross state lines
The grass we find on the other side
Always seems to twist up twice as green (hey)
Chorus
Well, it’s high time you and I got rollin’
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Verse 2
Strummin’, thumpin’ on the dashboard
Purple haze makes it hard to see
Two rear-view dice, three friends of mine
And four bald tires still rollin’ right
Taste of inspiration’s all we need (hey)
Chorus
Well, it’s high time you and I got rollin’ (like a rollin’ stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (ain’t been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we’re singing on)
Beach boys got us surfin’ on the sea
We got stoned goin’ up to Colorado (we been smokin’ on)
And couldn’t see the forest for the trees
Bridge
Better take a picture
‘Cause, baby, I can betcha that
We won’t be ‘round here for long
Freedom train keeps movin’ on
Stoppin’ off and take it slow
Top it off when we get low
Only way that this can last
If you got ass, the grass or gas
Verse 3
Clappin’, tappin’, get your groove on
Front seat drums and back seat harmonies
When we drive by your country side
Stick out your thumb if you need a ride
No one knows just where this road will lead (hey)
Chorus
Well, it’s high time you and I got rollin’ (like a rollin’ stone)
Some place else we just gotta be
That beat up van I bought you thought was stolen (ain’t been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me (whoo!)
Eagles got us down to California (songs we’re singing on)
Beach boys got us surfin’ on the sea
We got Rocky Mountain high in Colorado (we been smokin’ on)
Couldn’t see the forest for the trees Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
N3on, Lil Pump, Sneako – Curry Freestyle ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra N3ON N3on, Lil Pump, Sneako – Curry Freestyle ( Lyrics Letra )
Intro: N3ON
Woo
Verse 1: N3ON & Lil Pump
I’m a fuckin’ killer, yeah
Ninety on my wrist (Bow)
I’ll fuck your bitch and rape her mom
Fuck her, suck my dick (Yeah, damn, why you say that?)
Hold on (Woah), hmm, hmm, hmm (Huh?)
I go on the street, I shoot your fuckin’ grandma in the head (Bow)
Fuck that autistic whore
Hold on, hold on, hold on (Damn, what?), hold on, hold on (Uh)
I got ten bodies, the FBI looking for me (Bow)
But I don’t give a fuck, I’ma kill your family
Suck my dick
I’m a fucking gangster, I’m smokin’ on your dad
Suck my dick (Ahh), and I’ll piss on your fuckin’ grave
Verse 2: Sneako & Lil Pump
I’ll shoot up the streets (Huh?)
I’m lovin’ this indian beat (Woah)
I worship the cow (Yeah)
My Glock go doo-doo-doo-pow (Doo-doo-doo-pow)
Eatin’ on curry (Huh?)
Creepin’ out girls in a hurry, huh? (Esskeetit)
7-Eleven (Woo)
You steal, then I’ll send you to heaven, huh? (Woo)
In the front of the taxi
I murdered your soul, it relaxed me, huh? (Ooh)
Grr-bow (Bow), my Glock go grrt-bow (Bow, doo-doo-doo-pow)
Grr-bow, my Glock go grrt-bow (Bow)
Thank you, come again (Come again, come again)
Verse 3: Lil Pump
Walk through the door with my dick on the floor
Your mom is a whore
I’m the reason you got divorced
My dick is sore
Damn, I got chlamydia
From a bitch, her name was Marina
Damn, why the fuck N3on break his foot?
Damn, let me cook
I got gonorrhea from a bitch named Puck
Puta aquerosa’ ven para acá
Que te quiero romper por detrá’
Con la monda, con la monda, con la monda Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Criimson – HAU NO ITA ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Criimson Criimson – HAU NO ITA ( Lyrics Letra )
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Kane Brown – I Can Feel It ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra KaneBrownVEVO Kane Brown – I Can Feel It ( Lyrics Letra )
I can see you by the bar
Skinny margarita with a broken heart
So I slid over like a steel guitar
We started talkin’ till I
Saw your boots bounce to the beat
You said: Do you dance? Wanna dance with me?
Next thing I know, I started to think
That we might be onto somethin’
You’re puttin’ on a show
No need to take it slow
There’s something here, I know
I can feel it in the air, feel it in the whiskey in my hand
In your hips, your body tells me when you start to dance
Maybe this is turning to a: We should probably get up out of here
Oh, baby, I swear, I can feel it in the air (I can feel it)
I can feel it, mm
You got everybody lookin’
Lookin’ at you, lookin’ at me
Them words you’re whisperin’ in my ear
Girl, they’re as smooth as Tennessee
We got all night to go
This flame ain’t burnin’ low
There’s something here, I know
‘Cause I can feel it in the air, feel it in the whiskey in my hand
In your hips, your body tells me when you start to dance
Maybe this is turnin’ to a: We should probably get up out of here
Oh, baby, I swear, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it comin’ in the air tonight
Oh, Lord
‘Cause I can feel it in the air, feel it in the whiskey in my hand
In your hips, your body tells me when you start to dance
Maybe this is turnin’ to a: We should probably get up out of here
Oh, baby, I swear, I can feel it in the air (I can feel it)
(I can feel it)
I can feel it in the air (I can feel it)
(I can feel it)
Say, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it
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Punchmade Dev – Million Dollar Criminal ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Punchmade Dev Punchmade Dev –
Intro
Let’s steal a ? like Sound of Freedom let’s sell him for 50K
We just need a way to reach him
A bank transfer scam has left a huge hole in an ocean side couples life savings
In February, Marc Beardsley was tricked into wiring $68,000 of his own money overseas After a large sum of money appeared in his wells fargo checking account
Chorus
Send your bank account to me you’ll never see that shit again
Bring a Chase account to me then I’m a drop a check for ten
I’m not a rapper (nope) but to cover up I might pretend (I might)
I’m the reason why there’s more fraud I made a trend (I’m the reason)
Why would I ever scam my fans
We can split it down the middle do you have an SSN
Do you work at T Mobile? If you do, lock me in
Because I could punch a hundred phones in two days without walking in (easy)
Verse
That’s $100,000 in two days
Punch a phone or hit a ***** we can make that in two ways
I came a long way from playing on 2k ‘m not sitting on the game I’m outside busting a play (Pheasant)
You’re not rich, but I am we don’t relate (at all)
I’m a multimillion dollar criminal with super pape (millionaire)
Richest rapper from my city and my state
Every time I leave my house I got bitches yelling my name
Every time I get around a bitch she begging for my chain
You sell pics on only fans for $5 that’s a shame
It’s a $140,000 pendant without the chain
If I let you wear this bitch, it’ll never hit the same
I know you can’t afford it get the fuck up out my face
Never mind you got good credit let me take you on a date (come on) I’m trying to open up three loans using your name
Quit that job and come and work for me I’m giving better rates
You can’t afford to sit with me pay 500 for this steak
I pay 600 for this cup I guess I got expensive taste
Pay 700 for these jeans they unreleased you got to wait
I pay 800 for these shoes I wore them once, threw them away
Chorus
Send your bank account to me you’ll never see that shit again
Bring a Chase account to me then I’m a drop a check for ten
I’m not a rapper, but to cover up I might pretend (I might)
I’m the reason why there’s more fraud I made a trend (I’m the reason)
Why would I ever scam my fans?
We can split it down the middle do you have an SSN
Do you work at T Mobile? If you do, lock me in
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Matteo Mancuso – Silkroad ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Matteo Mancuso Matteo Mancuso – Silkroad ( Lyrics Letra )
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E1and – Luv me hate me ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra It’s E1and E1and – Luv me hate me ( Lyrics Letra )
If u wanna party
Hop on the last ride
隨著音樂rocking
小時候最愛
無憂無慮
時鐘滴答滴 哼著Melody
想隨時陪著你 旅行到巴黎
Hiphop not hiphop 我想
I don’t really mind it
對自己誠實
總比圓些大謊那也太累
謝謝我的爸媽
做自己Is you
希望我的聽眾一直都
站在那遠處
What u know bout luv
是半夜回家有人陪
What u know bout luv
got lotta homies in my back
What u know bout luv
Fuck money and fame
When u talking bout luv
What u want what u want huh
Say u
Love me hate me
I don’t really care nah
I don’t really care
Love me hate me
I don’t really care nah
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Love me hate me
I don’t really care nah
Love me hate me
I don’t really care nah
(say u love me)
say u love me then ill be fine
say u love me then ill be fine
verse2
Pop pop pop a pills
and then i fall asleep
自以為逃避就能解決所有的問題
都市叢林 像在監獄 這鳥事 要你管
no one taught me how to luv
內心怎 充滿著恨
嘴上說著
l to the o to the v e
講白了還是為了利益
變得冷漠
也變得開始hating
偏執的對話也不再繼續
迷失方向 態度狂妄 什麼狀況
嘴上叼著菸
內心慌張 臉上發燙 只好假裝
默默丟旁邊
我依然保持善良
雖不容易
想裝的無關痛癢
卻又被現實給蒙蔽
I’m missing 那小女孩窩在房間
他唱著喜歡的歌 Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Nation Boss – Phase Me ( Lyrics ) Letra Nation Boss Lyrics Nation Boss – Phase Me ( Lyrics Letra )
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S9 – La Street #6Languages ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra S9 Lyrics S9 – La Street #6Languages ( Lyrics Letra )
Intro
Yo, S9
Six language freestyle, uh-huh
‘Ight
Verse
I stepped opp block, just me and my .9 (Uh-huh)
Hop in that ride, don’t think twice
Tryna insight, ching a opp, not invite
When I grip that, SS tryna kill guys
Could’ve been five gang, gang got misslies
Clip it in size, ST’s done did glides
Couldn’t decide, use a Glock or fistfights
Seven in sight, get the drop, man
Smoke that, Albania, droga, koka, kriminel (Grrt, baow)
Na njeh ton bota
Xhamat sterr, la vida loca (Huh)
She a bad one drejt nga Shkodra
Bjondina, trupin forma
Njona m’don, po m’don dhe shoqja
Futet n’club, po dridhet toka
J’ai mon .44 (Bonjour, bonjour), mon rap français, c’est fatal (Uh-huh)
L’équipe recouvert all black
Cent pourcant detruisons **** (Fils de pute)
Vide l’38 (Grrt, baow), connexion Bеrlin, Paris
J’vise la tête, tipik shqiptari (Baow, baow)
Aggresion commе Koulibaly (Qia ropt)
S9, España, droga (Uh-huh)
Londres desde Barcelona
Equipo, mafia, tráfico coca
ZT cada puta zona
Seguimos buscando moneda’, billete’
Activo en la calle desde diecisiete
Mente criminal, no hablamo’ en las redes
Venimo’ a tu block, disparamo’ las shh
Marocco, Italia (Tfoe), 7na wled l’3aba
Un bandito ancora i strada
Tutti albanesi e Mgharba (Baow, baow)
Non cerco la fama
Mi h7ama, fhel gaza (Baow, baow)
Traficante, Milano casa
Zatla, marijuana, ¿qué pasa? (Tfoe) Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
