Connor Price & Ktlyn – NEW PHONE Lyrics

Connor Price & Ktlyn – NEW PHONE ( Lyrics Lyric ) Letra Connor Price Connor Price & Ktlyn – NEW PHONE ( Lyrics Lyric )
New phone who dis
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I’m lit, no shit
New phone, who you
Nobu, new boo
Two G’s, one shoe
Smoke three, I flew
No checks too big
We left, she switched
You shot, you missed
I feast, I dish
Court side, good side
Westside, seaside
Jet ride, goodbye
I move, I slide

Yeah, woah
Cell phone on silent but my name still got a ring to it
Try to get me on the phone but I
Tell ‘em all leave me alone cause I
Gotta get inside the zone
Leave a message at the tone
Never gonna pick the phone up
Cause I ain’t answering to no one, look
Speed it up, speed it up
Flame throw, heat it up
Everybody knows we the ones, they can see the buzz
Beat it up, beat it up
Send beats, eat it up
Do it on my own swear to God there was three of us
Working like I had a triplet
The flows, hit ‘em with a triplet
Did shows, and you know the trip lit
My income just tripled it, let’s go

New phone who dis
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I’m lit, no shit
Wait
New bones to pick
New clones, new kids
Quit stealing my vids
Try to hit up my line, I hit ‘em with this

Ktlyn speaking, is that a check
Pennies for your thoughts don’t put diamonds on my neck
Click
Chefs kiss, muah
I’m saucin’ on ‘em
All these green faces in my pockets boutta vomit on ‘em
There they go, look
No money on the phone, then it’s a no
Packed a show, fa sho
Nobody at the function I don’t know
Sent a mass text to my 5 bests
Got a new phone and different address

Every new year new zip code
Listen real close don’t misquote
Bullseye hit it don’t miss though
I been seeking a hit like missile

Every new year I flip modes
Ya text when green I went ghost
New zip of the zaza
New fit full of Prada
Don’t answer to no broke hoe

We’re sorry, the number you have reached is no longer in service, you broke ass, cheap ass B

New phone who dis
Two phones, two whips
New bag, new bitch
I’m lit, no shit
New phone, who you?
Nobu, new boo
Two G’s, one shoe
Smoke three, I flew
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TOSOBOLA – Sheebah Lyrics

TOSOBOLA – Sheebah ( Lyrics ) Letra sheebah karungi TOSOBOLA – Sheebah ( Lyrics Letra )
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Kivumbi King – Captain ft A pass Lyrics

Kivumbi King – Captain ft A pass ( Lyrics ) Letra KIVUMBI KING Kivumbi King – Captain ft A pass ( Lyrics )
Follow Kivumbi King
Badman
Captain
Who’s them
Arrest dem
My enemies live in the past tense
Ive seen them man needing a captain
Waguan
Mi girldem
I see you pulled up with your boyfriends
Uhmm you out then
Tight pum pum flows like a fountain

Crazy mama named Diana
Plays my body like piana
She likes the top so I be under, her
Mugitanda I sit under

2,5,0 that’s mi area code
African boy better carry a sword
Cut through the jungle and break down the wall
It’s the way I talk shit, never been done before

Cash follow me like blessings
We too high than the planes we’re cashing
10 toes down Im standing
Ntabwo nyibiteza Im private

Badman
Captain
Who’s them
Arrest dem
My enemies live in the past tense
Ive seen them man needing a captain
Waguan
Mi girldem
I see you pulled up with your boyfriends
Uhmm you out then
Tight pum pum flows like a fountain

Badman and is captain dem try put bad man inna top ten…
Badman from when! Not fit to wear me shoes dem…
Try style badman widi Likkle man dem…
that textile tenyumila captain….
From your girl take me D she get divorce… Watch man start cry from heavy loss… From a Bwoy start feel Im dangerous….drop the anchor and di devil out….
Lo di ting don’t act an evil man
bring di banana me make di evil ran. Bwoy cry and say im a Christian… But me never ask him no question…..
We cause damage ana we don’t panic…. My dynamic is so organic…
Iconically inna your girl titanic
how did I know your lava is volcanic
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KSENIA – NISAM DOBRO Lyrics

KSENIA – NISAM DOBRO Lyrics KSENIA – NISAM DOBRO (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
Mome srcu vernom sudite pošteno
Bar još dve mi sipaj, piće popijeno
Makar bila sena, pa nek i namerno
Ko nekad ranije, plaćam papreno

Idemo mi opet i opet
Samo ja se pitam dokle

Sto stepeni, ključam
Vozim te, al’ propisno
Neću da te slušam
Otišla sam odavno
Nisam dobro
Sila boga ne moli
Nisam dobro
Pusti da zaboravim

U brzini petoj sad je moje leto
Od sebe se krila pogreš nom adresom
Noć je bila vrela, stanje varljivo
Loše po mene, strogo kaž njivo

Idemo mi opet i opet
Samo ja se pitam dokle

Sto stepeni, ključam
Vozim te, al’ propisno
Neću da te slušam
Otišla sam odavno
Nisam dobro
Sila boga ne moli
Nisam dobro
Pusti da zaboravim

Sto stepeni, ključam
Vozim te, al’ propisno
Neću da te slušam
Otišla sam odavno
Nisam dobro
Sila boga ne moli
Nisam dobro
Pusti da zaboravim
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Popcaan – Past Life Lyrics

Popcaan – Past Life ( Lyrics ) Letra Popcaan Popcaan – Past Life ( Lyrics )

Mi Past life, mi past life
Yea, yea
Mi past life, mi pa-a-a-a-ast life
If you did know me, Inna mi past life
Me know you wouldn’t want fi be part ah it
If you did know me before the star life
If you never woulda ever ever want me di boss wah if
Cyaa trick me, Human ah disaster
Dane Ray no boy strength we no life offa
Regular me fuck up tough crackers and drink water
Pussy fi know we grow rough
Man ah nuh shag daughter
If me haffi fire gunshot fi survive
Me ah fire dat until me hand sprain (Whoi)
Yea, dah David yah slew any Goliath
Dem seh me wild give me an animal name
Lion, Me nuh lef mi iron
Evil people will kill you off like Kobe Bryant
Dem say me get charge with cocaine
Ah who dem telling lie on?
You know dem cannot set me up
Me full ah mommy prayers
Yea
Struggle is over now, The struggle is over yea
Struggle is over now, Struggler is over yea,
Struggle is over now, The struggle is over yea
Struggle is over now, Struggle is over yea, (gweh)
Dem cyaa stop man riches (no time)
No, nah loose like West Indies
It’s greatness like Guinness
Dem cyaa stop man winnings
Me bredda dem ah Uganda stay stronger (weh)
Dem see we ah rise and dem want we go under
Pray Redman and pimpin and Zambi live longer
Dane Ray we suffer fi years like Kananga
Still ah puff dem high grade weed yah

And me say fuck di media
Police ah pray fi me fuck up
Dem ah some fuckin eediat
Top di charts and shows and flows and gleaner
Mek dem haffi read that
Dem make a statement weh Bert make dem
Haffi retract
If me haffi fire gunshot fi survive
Me ah fire dat until me hand sprain (Whoi)
Yea, dah David yah slew any Goliath
Dem seh me wild give me an animal name
Lion, Me nuh lef mi iron
Evil people will kill you off like Kobe Bryant
Dem say me get charge with cocaine
Ah who dem telling lie on?
You know dem cannot set me up
Me full ah mommy prayers
Yea
Struggle is over now, The struggle is over yea
Struggle is over now, Struggle is over yea,
Struggle is over now, The struggle is over yea
Struggle is over now, Struggle is over yea (weh)
Unruly fi life (you know the fucking ting go)
No matter how much time dem fight we eno
Dem cyaa win eno man
Survival ah di key you hear that
Hmm, yea
Mi past life, mi pa-a-a-a-ast life
Mi Past life, mi past life
Yea-a-a
Mi past life, mi pa-a-a-a-ast life
If you did know me, Inna mi past life
Me know you wouldn’t want fi be part ah it If
You did know me before the star life
If you never woulda ever ever want me be
Boss wife
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DD Osama & Shoebox Baby – EVIL ASS SONG Lyrics

DD Osama & Shoebox Baby – EVIL ASS SONG ( Lyrics ) Letra DD Osama DD Osama & Shoebox Baby – EVIL ASS SONG ( Lyrics )
Intro: Shoebox Baby & DD Osama
Oy (grrah bang)
(O block) (Oy)
(Oy)
You know what the fuck it is man
The future man (Gooo, gooo)
(Goooo, gooo)
Grrah-bang, grrah
Grrah-bang, grrah
Huh? What? Come on
Yeahhh (Oy)
Slatt, slatt, It’s box (uh-huh) (uh-huh)
(Oy, O block ya heard) (uh-huh) (uh-huh)
Come on
Yeahhh, slatt (It’s box)
Come on
Verse 1: DD Osama
Bitch we on that and we in a raq
O block, oy
Catch this k, you get clapped
I’m still with this that can get you wacked
And I stay on that shit, GBG in the back
Like, box with me but he ain’t gon box
I told bro bend blocks, throw shots
And if he tell me that he want you dead
On my mother everybody shot

Verse 2: Shoebox Baby
We put blood on all the opps
Shoot they ass like uncle willie kids
Mama told me stay up out the streets, you gon be really big
Glocks the only handguns that I like so keep yo silly cigs
Name a rapper 30+ that still ain’t makе it billions
(cough-cough-cough)
Damn, that’s shit rick nigga
Can’t name a bitch, I ain’t hit
If I ain’t hit back, bleesh ain’t hit ha
On the road, me and my bros
With somе freak hoes and 3 sprinters
Bitch said she want lobster
Told that bitch she getting a cheap dinner
Verse 3: DD Osama
Cause they talking bout Notti, they shot
Lil Lay had died cause he tried to box
Oh they started a bop
Big EBK, we making it hot
Call up my ooter, he shot after shot
On the bike, it was me and Ddot
Like, all of the dissing got fucking stop
But y’all said it so y’all gotta drop (grah)
Bitch Imma O, what y’all wanna do
I got a gun, I bet I make a move
Free Movelook, bro stuck on the rock
I told Quan, I’m gon go to the top
He get shot if he talking on Notti
Bend blocks, throw shots for dotty
Nazzy, Rippy, JB, Bobby
Oh my god, what happened to Lotti

Verse 4: Shoebox Baby
I ain’t gon lie, this ain’t no disstrack
This a evil ass song
He was screaming out “Oh No”
When they found his mans gone
I was laughing to the floor
I listen to V Roy ass song (Von)
He ain’t even 4KT but shit he caught a headstone (Come here) (Come here)
Verse 5: DD Osama
Bitch we on that and we in a raq
O block, oy
Catch this k, you get clapped
I’m still with this that can get you wacked
And I stay on that shit, GBG in the back
Like, box with me nd he gon box
I told bro bend blocks, throw shots
And if he tell me that he want you dead
On my mother everybody shot

Verse 6: Shoebox Baby
We put blood on all the opps
Sweep they ass like uncle willie kids
Mama told me stay up out the streets
You gon be really big
Glocks the only handguns that I like so keep yo silly cigs
Name a rapper 30+ that still ain’t make it billions

Verse 7: DD Osama
We be bending through the opps, even the opps know
And I heard lil pussy ass got shot, took on a hop though
And I know they dissing on the guys
Well shit, they not though
But it’s cool, I spin to they side and catch a hot one
Grrah bang

Outro: Shoebox Baby
(Yeah what lil bro said)
(Bitch)
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Sleepy Hallow – GBG Lyrics feat. Marshmello

Sleepy Hallow – GBG ( Lyrics ) feat. Marshmello Letra Sleepy Hallow Sleepy Hallow – GBG ( Lyrics ) feat. Marshmello
Mello made it right

Great John on the beat by the way

You know I gotta stay with a stick

Get Back Gang in my city it’s sick

Said she love me she poppin’ a tit

And I drop an opp I ain’t droppin’ a diss

I know niggas hate when I’m talkin’ my shit

Niggas hate me I’m somethin’ like Chris

You ain’t tryna spin better get out the whip

Better get out the— Fuck that

Shit got lit I was taking that trip

Slide thru me and Billie on some shit

Free Fresh, That’s really the RIP

Free Totetact

Free Benji and Mick

He ain’t with it we do him like Rick

And shawty she on me, she tryna get hit

Ya I’m good, she (Gucci) proud of (Prada) my drip

She said she adore my Dior kicks

Fuck a Uber, you gotta get Lyft

In the air that’s an opp in a spliff

Never care bout no popular shit

They might pick up the heat, when I’m droppin’ this shit

I’m a winner you know I don’t quit

They can stay where they know they can say

Drive me crazy, don’t gotta permit

Bitch I’m outta my body, I’m ready to glitch

You know I gotta stay with a stick

Get Back Gang in my city it’s sick

Said she love me she poppin’ a tit

And I drop an opp I ain’t droppin’ a diss

I know niggas hate when I’m talkin’ my shit

Niggas hate me I’m somethin’ like Chris

You ain’t tryna spin better get out the whip

Better get out the— Fuck that

Still ten toes with my foot in the mud

Said I’m ugly now she wanna fuck

I stay with protection my gun in my glove

Ain’t no cappin’ he really a thug

They been tryna be me since I gotta bust

They gon’ hate that I’m getting the love

And baby I’m slick like I’m catching a bug

Run up on me he catching a slug

Gotta keep me a strap in this club

You know if he lack then we packin’ ‘em up

Took a strap he ain’t clap it enough

Ain’t no cap in my rap

He a pack if he sus

Shoot first we ain’t asking ‘em much

They like “We getting active or what?”

New whip I be switching shit up

And they know they could look but they know not to touch

You know I gotta stay with a stick

Get Back Gang in my city it’s sick

Said she love me she poppin’ a tit

And I drop an opp I ain’t droppin’ a diss

I know niggas hate when I’m talkin’ my shit

Niggas hate me I’m something like Chris

You ain’t tryna spin better get out the whip

Better get out the— Fuck that
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Daniela Calle – Dime Lyrics

Daniela Calle – Dime Letra Calle y Poché Daniela Calle – Dime ( Lyrics )
Si volviste, quédate
Con tus manos en mi piel
Fíjame donde tus ojos
No se vuelvan a perder

Ay, dime
Cómo haces para provocarme
Me endulzas y luego me ardes
No sé si vuelvo a ilusionarme

Ay, dime
Si ya me probaste en tus sueños
De esa última vez yo me acuerdo
De que me voy a enloquecer

Porque me quedó el recuerdo y tu foto en la pared
De matarme la cabeza día y noche me cansé
Pensando que tal vez tú eres el mismo al atardecer
Y es que cuando tú me nombras te queda el sabor en tu boca

Ya no sé ni cómo hacer
Solo quise hacerte bien
Dime cómo me dejo caer
Si ya te fuiste una vez

Es que estar con vos es casi como tocar el cielo
Pasear por nubes de caramelo
Tu piel era mi mayor anhelo
La mía sin ti está bajo cero

Ay, dime
Cómo haces para provocarme
Me endulzas y luego me ardes
No sé si vuelvo a ilusionarme

Ay, dime
Si ya me probaste en tus sueños
De esa última vez yo me acuerdo
De que me voy a enloquecer

Porque me quedó el recuerdo y tu foto en la pared
De matarme la cabeza día y noche me cansé
Pensando que tal vez tú eres el mismo al atardecer
Y es que cuando tú me nombras te queda el sabor en tu boca
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Icewear Vezzo – Love in The City Lyrics

Icewear Vezzo – Love in The City ( Lyrics ) Letra Icewear Vezzo Icewear Vezzo – Love in The City ( Lyrics )
Intro
Do it for the trenches and the gangsters
For the real niggas, fuck a wanksta (Helluva made the beat, baby)
Street nigga runnin’, get the paper
Yeah, yeah
?
Real street nigga, I ain’t fake
Yeah, mm

Chorus
Ain’t no love in the city (Yeah)
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left ‘em dug in the city (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
Ain’t no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin’ mud in the trenches (Pourin’ up)
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, I’m with cuz, he get busy (Yeah)
Verse 1
Good dope drugs, one schedule
Clam Rolliе, yeah, that’s Oyster Perpеtual
I was in the feds when my mans made a plan and came home, lit this whole bitch up like it’s a festival
Talking ‘bout the Patek or the ’Venchy, real corporate thuggin’, when it come to gettin’ money, we professional
Don’t slide with no nigga ‘less he Stephy
Sack chaser, turn him to a vest juice, man still trappin’ out the Tesco
Made a name for us now we litty
But why the love gotta turn to hate? Stay focused, Ice, don’t let ‘em get the best of you (Don’t let ‘em get the best of you)
The cops chasin’, turn ‘em to a spectre
Have your fun with that music, get the money, just don’t let it ?

Chorus
Ain’t no love in the city
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left ‘em dug in the city (Dug in the city)
Ain’t no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin’ mud in the trenches
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Yeah, ain’t no love in the city (Ain’t no love, shh)
Ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Ain’t no love in the city (In the city, ayy)

Verse 2
Times hard, we get it in (Yeah)
Do it for my mother and my brother and my wife and my cousin and my kids
Twenty pints in the fridge (Yeah)
Riding ‘round with life on the seat, the streets hot, you get ice for a bid
Got a price from the boss, straight from Cali (Yeah)
Street nigga froze in the chalet, rubber band twenty-four on the ?
The plugs sendin’ loads off the ? (Yeah)
Had a long run, it was love ‘til them boys started tellin’ (Them boys started tellin’)
Gotta watch them mirrors when they tellin’
Gotta play that series when you trappin’
Back the mirrors with the ratcher (Bah-bah)
Mail it to the crib then we catch it (Yeah)
Showin’ fake love, niggas actors
Count two hundo in the jackets
Chorus
Ain’t no love in the city
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left ‘em dug in the city (Dug in the city)
Ain’t no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin’ mud in the trenches
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Yeah, ain’t no love in the city (Ain’t no love, shh)
Ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Ain’t no love in the city (In the city, ayy)
Ain’t no love in the city
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No Answers (Lyrics) Gavin Gill | Bang Letra

No Answers ( Lyrics ) Gavin Gill | Bang Letra | Latest Punjabi Song 2023 Letra BANG Letra No Answers ( Lyrics ) Gavin Gill | Bang Letra | Latest Punjabi Song 2023

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