Amenazzy – Hey Chanty (Lyrics) | XXX Letra Amenazzy Amenazzy – Hey Chanty (Lyrics) | XXX
Amenazzy – Hey Chanty
Ey, chanty
¿Qué hace’?
Dos de la mañana y está en línea
Vamo’ a ver lo que tú opina’
Fumamo’ y pedimo’ comida
No sea’ malita
‘Toy claro que tú ere’ una perrita
Le gusta arriba y me la grita
Me dice que la ahorque y que la escupa
Que si me voy a venir sea en la boca
Me saca la lengua de diablita
Y yo vengo, y le pongo la’ esposa’
La galleteo y eso le excita
Se desespera, quiere que la rompa
Y se la donqueo como Jordan
De esa zaza desenmoño una onza
Pa’ irle redonda’
Mi chuky nunni, que no le tiene miedo a lo’ poli
Fumando se sube pa’ la story
Fanática de cómo el loco se la pone
De tanta confianza ya no usamo’ lo’ condone’
Hoy ‘tá en calor, no quiere usar su vibrador
Se la pasa viendo porno imaginando que le doy
Cuando se queda a dormir se lo hago desde muy a.m
Yo sé como hacer pa’ que ese ttico le drene
Tráeme ese clote
Pa’ que lo ponga’ en mi cara
De vértelo se me para
Y si tú gritas, yo me vengo
Tan lindo’ esos ojito’ arrebatao’
Esa nota te va a pone’ ptona
Con gana’ de sngarme ahora
Ey, chanty
¿Qué hace’?
Dos de la mañana y está en línea
Vamo’ a ver lo que tú opina’
Fumamo’ y pedimo’ comida
No sea’ malita
‘Toy claro que tú ere’ una perrita
Le gusta arriba y me la grita
Me dice que la ahorque y que la escupa
Que si me voy a venir sea en la boca
Me saca la lengua de diablita
Y yo vengo, y le pongo la’ esposa’
La galleteo y eso le excita
Se desespera, quiere que la rompa
Y se la donqueo como Jordan
De esa zaza desenmoño una onza
Pa’ irle redonda’
Tú sabe’ cómo te hago, mami, ven, tengo que decírtelo
Ey, Amenazzy (Amenazzy)
Amenazzy, yeah (MCB)
DJ Dickson (Dickson)
Así e’ que me gusta verte
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Tream – Eurodance ( Lyrics) Letra Tream Tream – Eurodance ( Lyrics)
Songtext zu „EURODANCE“
Hook: Tream
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninety-nine
Und denkt an diesen Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninеty-nine
Und denkt an diesеn Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
Part: Tream
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance tagelang
Sie denkt an diesen Mann in seinen Air Force 1
Sie wird geblitzt innerorts, hundert km/h
Doch sie hat keine Wahl, Herz gebrochen, Kippe an
Sie hat ihre Gefühle auf ihr’m alten iPhone 5 aus 2-0-11
Sie ist nicht aus dem Süden, doch sie sehnt sich nach dem Jung’n aus dieser Welt
Doch all dieser Streit, gestern war’n sie so fly
Heute liegt er in den Armen von so viel’n
Sie würd alles verzeih’n, aber traut sich nicht schreiben
Darum fährt sie in den Abend ohne ihn
Hook: Tream
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninety-nine
Und denkt an diesen Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
In ihr’m Auto, da läuft Eurodance auf zwei
Sie hat ihre Gefühle in ihr’m Diary bei
Sie hängt immer noch an Blümchen ninety-nine
Und denkt an diesen Typ mit den Air Force white
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Ich wünsch’ mir diese Sommernacht zurück
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt
Doch leider hab’ ich damals nicht auf „Senden“ getippt
Outro: Tream
SOS, ich lieb’ nur dich
Eine SMS hätte so viel bewegt Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Mick Jenkins – Guapanese Lyrics Letra Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Guapanese ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Gotta let this bitch breathe
Uhh
They say money talks
These niggas let they money talk
Matta fact ion think I ever heard em speak
He got a funny a walk
They say money talk
Aye
All these niggas ever really talk about is money
I think all these niggas got to talk about is money
His mans locked up he can’t bond em out it’s funny
God forbid they chalk em out and find out it’s no money
Damn
It’s a stack of ones just like em and they hide behind a 20
Come outside
Ain’t nobody finna jump you
Gave us conclusions we didn’t even have to jump to
I know that Kutcher stopped but somebody else punk’d you
Manufactured beef you ain’t get this from no butcher shop
All my cash cows grass fed (you can) smell it when I come through
Pull up in some old school
Shit it make the hookers stop
Told her keep walking baby
I know you know them same dollars keep talking
Only the want the handicaps when we parking
Prolly won’t catch me snorkeling
Surface level shit put you deep water it’s
Shits crazy to see
Mutherfuckers sound crazy to me
But I guess we letting money talk
It sound much different than how niggas look
It feel so much different than how niggas walk
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BEYOND THE BLACK – Call My Name (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) Letra Nuclear Blast Records BEYOND THE BLACK – Call My Name
You’ve walked across the desert, made your way through wasted land
Saw death and fear as no one has, and I know you’ll make it ‘til the end
You would not stop a second, if you had to sacrifice
Each one you travelled with, I can see it in your pale blue eyes
I can see it in your pale blue eyes
Call my name at the field of roses
Call my name at the end of time
When you stand in the towers shadow
Call out that you were mine
Call my name at the field of roses
Call my name where the stars align
When you stare in the face of madness
Call out that you were mine
Call my name – at the anchor of a thousand worlds
Call my name – and remember then how much it hurts
Call my name – at the anchor of a billion lives
Call out my name – whenever you arrive
The last one of an era, got to bare your past alone
When comes the day, you realise, you’re a relic of the world you roam
You’ve lost all love you cherished, you have paid an awful price
And still, there’s no regret, I can see it in your pale blue eyes
I can see it in your pale blue eyes
Call my name at the field of roses … Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Convencerte no ha sido fácil,
Tú en vía contraria y yo por chocarte,
Explotó la feria pa ver si puedo robarte,
Mojando la sábana una venía de gánster.
Coro:
Lubricante por el c*lo, tirando dinero y tú bailando en el tubo.
Hay de to pa’ ti exagera’o porque corone
La nota ese culo me la sube,
Psicodélico volando en la nube
Encima se sube y me pide que le dé,
Hay de to pa ti exagera’o porque corone
Verso:
Oye que loquera
Me la pone fácil siempre llega en mini
Con la misma gana de que la detone
Ya no uso diamantes porque eres mi vv-s
Par de blones ready al vaso de mi chica
Un peñón de molly loco que nos suba
Pa ponerno rulin, le escupo ese t*to pa que eso entre jevi.
Coro:
Lubricante por el clo, tirando dinero y tú bailando en el tubo.
Hay de to pa’ ti exagera’o porque corone
La nota ese clo me la sube,
Psicodélico volando en la nube
Encima se sube y me pide que le dé,
Hay de to pa ti exagera’o porque corone
verso:
Le da pa mi desde que se emborracha,
Me tiene un morbo que no se le pasa
Traje condone pero quiere al pelo
No quiere flore si tusi guaracha,
La descomputo cuando la empaqueto
Rebelde conmigo se pasa de pta,
Le gusta el peligro donde sea se lo meto,
Pide que la grabe que to eso le gusta.
Sxo y humo
Quiero mamarte ese t*tico
Mi lengua adentro
Dime si se siente rico
Sxo y humo quiero
( le da pa mi desde que se emborracha )
mamarte ese ttico
( Traje condone pero quiere al pelo )
mi lengua adentro
( no quiere flore si tusi guaracha )
dime si se siente rico
( Que to eso, que to eso, que to eso le gusta )
That Mexican OT – Hit List (feat. BigXthaPlug & Big Yavo) ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra That Mexican OT That Mexican OT – Hit List (feat. BigXthaPlug & Big Yavo) ( Lyrics Lyrics)
intro: that mexican ot
Ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, let’s go
Ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, okay
Let’s get it, uh-huh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh (ayo, is that that mexican ot?)
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
verse 1: that mexican ot
I’m that mexican that they wanna be
Nah, fuck that, i’m the mexican that they wanna see
This that mexican o to the motherfucking t
Put your motherfucking face on a motherfucking tee
Bitch, i stay after f, i’m a motherfuckin’ g
I be plotting and scheming, creepin’ with demons one deep
I got a big ol’ choppa, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody say they got a problem i’ll knock out his teeth
Put a big x on his hеad if he a plug
I’ma call up bigx, that’s my motherfuckin’ thug
We gon’ push up with yoppas and choppas
And yеah, we gon’ pop ‘em, we gon’ let it rain, let it flood
Blow ‘em back with the big mac, fold ‘em like a pretzel
Big booty bitch bust it down like a bezel
I been running round through the streets
I been playing ‘round with the devil
Creepin’ and crawling, i walk with the metal (fah-fah)
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
verse 2: bigxthaplug
These niggas be talking and acting like they really outside
You a pussy boy, stop lyin’
Me and my niggas, we strapped with that gunfire
Call that mexican ot, make you sweat like a drumline
Me and my niggas banging the same like one kind
And i never run ‘less it’s 12 on the frontline
Better keep they little pistols, you know that i got mine
Tell my son everyday ‘fore i leave that i’m not dyin’
In my hood i’m connected and good like a stop sign
You not having that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin’
Calling up plays in my circle like matt ryan
Threw a pack to my dawg, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, i love when they touchdown
You niggas ain’t gang or the same, don’t come ‘round
Kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (fah-fah)
Fuck around, get his ass gunned down, gang
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
verse 3: big yavo
I’m having wock’ in my cup, i can’t get sick (i can’t get sick)
This blick will sit his ass down like a picnic (make him sit down)
My bitch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (ain’t no lipstick)
Just picked up a stripper off perc’s, i want twin tips (i want—)
Psych, i really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These niggas just like a phone with no service (yeah)
She knows i ball, so it be hard to curve me (woah)
Where i’m from, niggas run in your home like a derby (run in your—)
Yeah, everyday i wake and get mula (monyun)
Reach for my neck, send ya ass to the gulag (haha)
Nigga can’t trap, need to go get a new job (go get a—, go get a—)
Young nigga fucked up, still get caught with a screwdriver (go)
Take his shit, ask you, “what you gon’ do ‘bout it?” (what you gon’—)
I put boobs on the stick, give the choppa a new body
‘cause we switchin’ lanes, like, keep up
Designer my frames, i’m spendin’ (frames)
I’m rinsing the pot in the kitchen
If she don’t give brain, i’m dippin’ (i’m gone)
Yeah, ain’t coming off top, then i’m outta there (ghost)
Ain’t gotta go shopping ‘cause i got a lot to wear (still dripped)
Only pack shoes, then shop when i land (shop when i—)
If shawty too stiff, then i’m popping her friend (popping her—)
You know yay having bars, still’ll serve you a xan’ (serve you a xan’)
Free the bro behind bars in the can (both of ‘em)
In cali’ rolling up ‘za with my feet in the sand (feet in the—)
With a clean ass glock incase it get dirty like dan (place it)
chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
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REA – POZIV ( Lyrics) Letra IDJVideos.TV REA – POZIV ( Lyrics)
Lyrics music video for “Poziv” by Rea.
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[formidable id=4] Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
18 Kilates X Roze – Perdido en Alcohol (prod. JCKC) (Video Oficial) Letra 18 Kilates Oficial 18 Kilates X Roze – Perdido en Alcohol (prod. JCKC) (Video Oficial)
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Kizz Daniel, Jalil, Jelani – Feran You Two ( Lyrics) Letra KizzDanielVEVO Kizz Daniel, Jalil, Jelani – Feran You Two ( Lyrics Lyrics)
You want to record
Hmmn hmmn
Yea
So what do you want to say
Hmmn
And then what
Two of you cannot be singing at the same time
Jelani
Oya come come
You sing first
Sing first
Apple of my eye
The rhythm of my…
Apple of my eyes
The rhythm of my heart
I dey pray for you and you
Dey no go take your smile from you
I go stand before you
To cheer you up
And I go stand behind you
To back you up
I see your true intentions
That’s why I love you
That’s why I love you
You see my true intentions
That’s why you love me too
That’s why you love me too
When I plan I dey plan all of it for two
When I do I dey do all of these for two
When I love I love for two
And I know that you want me too
I see that you feran me and I feran you too
Kule kule kule kule
Kule kule kule kule
Kule kule
Apple of my eyes
Sunshine of my life
I dey pray for you guys
Them no go take your heart
I go dey awake o
When una dey sleep
I go watch from afar
Just incase you looking for me
I see your true intentions
That’s why I love you
That’s why I love you
You see my true intentions
That’s why you love me too
That’s why you love me too
When I plan I dey plan all of it for two
When I do I dey do all of it for two
When I love I love for two
And I know that you want me too
I see that you feran me and I feran you too
Kule kule kule kule
Kule kule kule kule
Kule kule
Tech N9ne – Drill Sergeant | Lyrics Letra Strange Music Inc Tech N9ne – Drill Sergeant | Lyrics
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Verse 1
O.G
Nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key
To keep the image of a nigga that is so free
I approach he, without a father figure
I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees
Makin’ mo’ cheese, pushin’ rocks and regrow weak
Never no permittin’ “fuck the police”
I’m a cold piece
I get at ‘em at a young age
So I can have ‘em in a dumb rage
Really combative in a numb way
Static with my tongue say
Have a littlе fun with the gun spray
But never lеt the hood snipe you
And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue
So let the good white through
The enemy I’m tellin’ you to murder gotta look like…
You
(Kill ‘em up)
Dreads with the gold teeth
Yeah, are fo’ sho’ thief
Fed with the lead is the motif
(Kill ‘em up)
Set you can show B
Head of the whole street
Cred put a dead nigga so deep
(Kill ‘em up)
Bread be the trophy
Bad to get your breed
Bled hella red for the groceries
(Kill ‘em up)
Never to show grief
Cheddar, get obese
Beg and you plead, give ‘em no peace
Now flip this to music
See, got a company and find the biggest to move it
Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it
And people for the wicked will lose it
I take you real far and raise ya
Put out the ill tar and saved ya
Who makes to kill art enslave ya
I am the Drill Sergeant Major
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Verse 2
Take the energy to IG, Facebook, TikTok
Put your vibe on Twitter
Ain’t no limit, we can buy free made crook, hip hop
It puts the eyes on niggas
Lots of foes waitin’, shot yo’ rotation
To the top, opps and mo’ hatin
Lock and load nation, got the globe breakin’
Your block, so drop your location
Let ‘em know that you a real one, emotion you feel none
Anybody really want it, will come
When he do you, you gotta peel some
Never stoppin’ till the deal done
Nothin’ but a drill, son
Talk a lot is how we make this fame
The hate exchangin’ no face to face is lame
Gotta slide and try to take his chain, the safest thang
To keep livin’ you gotta bake his brains, nigga
(Kill ‘em up)
Called but the cops said
Talk outta pocket
Cross me, you offed in a hot set
(Kill ‘em up)
Walk and you’re not blessed
Lost in the projects
? the false should’a popped Tech
(Kill ‘em up)
When he comin’ nosy
Tell him you don’t know me
Tell him a lotta nothin’ really slowly
(Kill ‘em up)
Callin’ you the dobie
Never expose me
And your family won’t need a sad emoji
You can leave with a blown mind
Or confess to your own crimes
With the feds I’m in a wrong bind
That’ll put my ass away for a long time
So my job is to befriend the funksters
Get ‘em livin’ foul till they deep in the dumpster
Drill sergeant, I lead friends to under
Graves and penal system, I feed them the youngsters
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Outro
You got big dreams?
You want fame?
Well, fame costs!
And right here is where you start payin’!
In sweat, and in death! Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
