Lyrics Quando Rondo – 50

Quando Rondo – 50 [Official Audio] Lyrics
This my young nigga Pabb
I’ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one
Now, I really gotta make these niggas feel me
Whatever the roses, I said I believed her (Oh-oh)
And, I don’t wan’ kill ‘em, I’m protectin’ my people (Oh-oh)
Wantin’ to check up and keepin’ my heat up (Yeah)
QRN
Know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
And, I also got my heart torn in this shit
You’d think, I just guess that come with the streets, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh-oh-oh, look
Oh-oh-oh, look
([?])
Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just ‘bout to tell ‘em how I feel

50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ racks on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol

Before he try to take my chain, he might wan’ take a couple .556s
See, I been walkin’ through the rain with fucked up Js, you know my lifestyle realer
Back and fourth the youth detention
This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I’d be a victim
Shout out all the ones that shot at me ‘cause I done got a million (Woah)
This for all them trappers sellin’ dope
Tryna run some racks up out a store
This for all them smackers, keep that pole
This for the ones who really stickin’ to the code
I hope you get a appeal and come home
Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
‘Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon’ go
They gon’ treat you like you jus’ another ho

50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows

I bought a smoke with EBT jus’ for a gram to get some groceries
I can’t wait to get on BET to promote, we got ‘bows of weed
Last thing ‘fore I leave the stage, I’m screamin’ out, “We smokin’ V”
It’s hard to stop the violence even though I’m ridin’ wit’ YB
GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team
Don’t fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo’ change
I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
Teddy at the seven where we Crippin’ jus’ in New Orleans
Don’t you worry ‘bout what’s in my double cup, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
Ballin’ like I’m ‘Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin’ in the dope game

50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
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Lyrics Chronic Law, Krishfullforce, Urban Gurillaz – Lawyalty

Chronic Law, Krishfullforce, Urban Gurillaz – Lawyalty (Official Video) Lyrics
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Lyrics LANA – L7 Blues

LANA – L7 Blues (Official Music Video) Lyrics

[Chorus]
I can’t go back, I can’t go back, Fuck rules!
戻れない てか戻る気ないわ
My teenage vibe, ain’t nobody stop me

[Verse 1]
盗んだものを身にまとって
綺麗なもの見えないふりして
ナイフみたいに尖ったEye
直視できないママの愛
Ah, Bitch girls don’t cry
Uh, あとどんくらい?
Ah, 胸の奥しまう疑問
Uh, 考えたくない何も
少しはマシになる Luck’s on my side
荒れた心癒す By your side
たまに焦る Time is tickin’
何かしたいから絶え間なくThinkin’
小さな輪から抜け出すわ
武勇伝 So what? 気にしてないわ
誰にでもくるのよ幸運は
掴み取るからさ See you when I get there
I don’t wanna go back
Too wimpなGirlが
マイク持てば最強って話
But 弱い自分も愛してあげなきゃ
今人のためより自分のために
まずい飯 to 並ぶ Dinnerコースに
飽きる日もあるくらいに今調子いい
嫌われ者から変わり者に
前向いたら今じゃみんなL7が好き
[Chorus]
I can’t go back, I can’t go back, Fuck rules!
止まれない てか止まる気ないわ
My teenage vibe, ain’t nobody stop me
I can’t go back, I can’t go back, Fuck rules!
戻れない てか戻る気ないわ
My teenage vibe, ain’t nobody stop me

[Verse 2]
Imma cool b cool b
毎月新しいキックスに
Get going b going b
目くらましてるBoy達に
I ain’t need shit need shit
諭吉が舞う on my booty
Ayy you thirsty and you nasty
うち今ちょっとTesty
Oh yeah…
Oh yeah…
Oh yeah…
19 “bitch” blues どこまでも

[Chorus]
I can’t go back, I can’t go back, Fuck rules!
止まれない てか止まる気ないわ
My teenage vibe, ain’t nobody stop me
I can’t go back, I can’t go back, Fuck rules!
戻れない てか戻る気ないわ
My teenage vibe, ain’t nobody stop me

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Lyrics Lola Brooke – Don’t Play With It (Remix) ft. Latto, Yung Miami

Lola Brooke – Don’t Play With It (Remix) (Official Video) ft. Latto, Yung Miami Lyrics
(Violation)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Dizz, you violated) Yeah, yeah
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Don’t play with it
Mwah, uh-huh

I just want a roughneck nigga on the tongue (Big Gator)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I’m finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain’t givin’ out no nani to no nigga just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don’t know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred niggas just for hundred bands (What?)
I don’t even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I’m still gon’ me a hundred Ms with a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Mwah), extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I’m preggo (Pop-pop, pop-pop)
Peter roll a nigga, call him Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka nigga, should’ve knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)

Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah, Big Latto)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Yeah)

I just want a ten piece, make it all flats
He just want a phone call or a text back (Brr)
Never got touched but a bitch stay smacked
Why would I DM a nigga first when I’m the catch? (The fuck?)
Hundred bands, fuck is a hundred bands?
You fuck like a hundred niggas, ain’t got one man (Tuh)
You fuck like a hundred niggas, ain’t got one hit
Whole lot of motherfuckers speakin’ on me that ain’t done shit
Dropped a hundred on a pennant, that shit big as Lola
They can’t stand to see me winnin’, so they blame payola
Big stone, big choker, no mediocre
I ain’t ever doin’ coke, I barely do the Cola (Uh, yeah)

Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Uh, Miami)

I’m on demon time takin’ nigga souls (Ho)
He in my DM say I’m pretty, bitch, I know (Bitch)
Hoes really messy, I’m rich nigga goals (Ha-ha)
He tell me ride it, treat his face like a rose
Uh-uh, get somebody else to do it (What?)
Posted in New York at Bottega like I’m Ewing (Mmm)
I taught you how to get ‘em for the check, what we doin’? (What we doin’?)
I ain’t got hundred mil, but I got it once I flew in
If that, if that dick don’t come with money, I can’t lay with it (Can’t lay with it)
He call me baby so it’s two-hundred a K with it (A K with it)
Caresha single and saddity, he okay with it
No shade with it, no shade with it (Uh, yeah)

Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Mwah)
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Lyrics Tus – Деньги да Prod Slavic Boys TM

Tus – Деньги да Prod Slavic Boys TM – Official Video Clip Lyrics
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Lyrics Nonso Amadi, Zinoleesky – Lock Up

Nonso Amadi, Zinoleesky – Lock Up (Animated Visualizer) Lyrics
Verse 1
Many men shall fall
Some of them might run
Better make I talk too much
Or make I no talk at all
Na your babe I call
Baby je ka lo
Baby girl feel my melody
Dey make I dey think am gan
This kind love wey you give me
Abi na miracle ye pa
Her name na miracle ye pa
Top of the pinnacle ye pa

Pre-Chorus
Fine fine girl from the east side
Her name na Miracle ye pa
Abi na miracle ye pa
Top of the pinnacle ye pa

Chorus
But tell your guy make ? lock up o
Lock up o, lock up, lock up o
E no go nice if you fuck up o
Fuck up o, fuck up, fuck up o
So tell your guy make ? lock up o
Lock up o, lock up, lock up o
E no go nice if you fuck up o
Fuck up o, fuck up, fuck up o

Verse 2
See many man shall fall that day
If anybody try touch my bae
‘Cause I know my girl’s not touch and pay
If she no dey around ma fi oja gbe
Tell your guy make e lock up
Say the name and e don come
E no go make sense if you fuck up
As I dey do am, she dey want more
I dey knack am like gan gan
So if I call am she go run come

Refrain
Charge her up like any other day
She thinks I’m Michael Faraday
She hit me up when she wants to escape
She knows I take her faraway
Charge her up like any other day
She thinks I’m Michael Faraday
She hit me up when she wants to escape
She knows I take her faraway
This kind love wey you give me
Abi na miracle ye pa
Her name na Miracle ye pa
Top of the pinnacle ye pa

Pre-Chorus
Fine fine girl from the east side
Her name na Miracle ye pa
Abi na miracle ye pa
Top of the pinnacle ye pa

Chorus
But tell your guy make e lock up o
Lock up o, lock up, lock up o
E no go nice if you fuck up o
Fuck up o, fuck up, fuck up o
So tell your guy make e lock up o
Lock up o, lock up, lock up o
E no go nice if you fuck up o
Fuck up o, fuck up, fuck up o
Guy make e lock up

Verse 3
Omo na two years
Everybody dey find me for two years
Be like say I owe people money o
I say make I give you all my two cents o
Omo na twelve years
I never see Port Harcourt for twelve years
Based on some complications
Pray say I go do show for New Years o
Omo I swear down o
Make I tell you how things dey get down o
Government men make you fear them o
Them dey carry gun and them get round o
Twenty bullets no fit kill love o
Baby this your love I dey think of o
I for dey my house, why I comot o
Now the officer say make I lock up o

Outro
Lock up o, lock up o
Lock up o, lock up o
Lock up o, lock up o
Lock up o, lock up o
Lock up o, lock up o
Lock up o, lock up o
Lock up o, lock up o
Guy make you lock up
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Lyrics RAVA x BOCASECA – taciinplm

RAVA x BOCASECA – taciinplm (Visualizer) Lyrics
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Lyrics Peezy, Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo – 2 Million Up ft. Skilla Baby

Peezy, Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo – 2 Million Up (Official Audio) ft. Skilla Baby Lyrics
Intro: Method Man & Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
The grimy and gritty, New York City (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Killer before the shine, I came up, that nigga
I’m born to rhyme, make more, the corporate line
These chumps operatin’ on overtime
This is my quarter dog, you eat what you slaughter
We all can dine, it was fate
I fall in a hole again, I was supposed to climb
Heavy the fortunate, New York in this bitch
Yeah, we torchin’ shit, we enforce to quit
Bought in a ticket if I’m talkin’ slick
Made it a Porsche to whip, fuck out the way ‘fore the horses kick
This is where the bosses flick
Bitch with the rings, once they all convicted
The hood’ll damage you, you got thrown in the game with no manual
Back on my feet after the scramble, got all the intangibles
So pass the man on, Louis Vuitton my handle (Uh)
Whether the weakest struck a sandal, I’m holdin’ up like a man do, nigga (Yeah)
Light up a candle, there’ll be opps leavin’ the state
A block season, the city made me cold, I don’t think I’ma ever stop freezin’
Filet Mignon for no reason, too many days of chop cheesin’
Move like I’m under surveillance, but not for schemin’, uh
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
When you thought it was over, another one’s out the chamber
When you come up in the boroughs, you comfortable ‘round the danger
They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ for you, nigga, help’s all oughta fade us
‘Cause we never had much
Learnin’ survivin’ with what they gave us, a hundred-one razors
Shit gon’ stay the same, you gotta go through the stages (Uh)
Careful how you move, they want you livin’ in cages (Uh)
Stay away from sucker shit, they hatin’, it’s contagious (Yeah)
I been gettin’ the money, dog, the money won’t change us

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Legend before retirement, you? Just a Busta before the Rhyme
You primadonnas like a virgin Madonna, but borderline
Bunch of borin’ lines no one fallin’ for, so fall in line
The punchline, I’m like a freestyle slime, stay off of mine
Get it? Off the mind, some of us get it
But off a crime, the offer’s off the table
Public defendant gon’ offer time
When they thought I was subbed in, I thought sublime
Now I see since 2020, I clearly thought I was blind, yo
The streets is watchin’ ‘em, they want ‘em with Biggie and Pac in ‘em
Resort to poppin’ ‘em, but how is that solvin’ the problem?
I got a lot of ‘em, I also got dreams, I follow ‘em
I’m not concerned with rappers who can’t spit, so swallow then, uh
This ain’t for lil’ saints, so pardon then (Uh)
You see them pearly gates? That’s where them saints go marchin’ in
So shall we start again? Method and Banks, this marketin’
‘Cause ain’t no bargainin’ with the demographic we targetin’

When you thought it was over, another one’s out the chamber
When you come up in the boroughs, you comfortable ‘round the danger
They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ for you, nigga, help’s all oughta fade us
‘Cause we never had much
Learnin’ survivin’ with what they gave us, a hundred-one razors
Shit gon’ stay the same, you gotta go through the stages (Uh)
Careful how you move, they want you livin’ in cages (Uh)
Stay away from sucker shit, they hatin’, it’s contagious (Yeah)
I been gettin’ the money, dog, the money won’t change us
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Lyrics Noodels – Valentina

Noodels – Valentina (Clip Officiel) Lyrics
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Letra Ryu, the Runner – Corsa Freestyle feat. Braão

Ryu, the Runner – Corsa Freestyle feat. Braão (Official Music Video) Letras:
Yeah, é o corredor que faz a onda, não tem mistério nenhum
Ah
Tô com meu nego no toque do corsa
Você nã-você não é bom, meu mano não força (Wew)
Puta branquela da cor do meu force
Foi no blow dela que eu perdi minha força (Ah)
Pulo pra norte, eu tenho uns contato
Essa maconha afetando meu tato
Eu tô nos acesso com Emitê é fato
Eu tô nos acesso com Emitê é fato

A minha chain rabiscando tipo malvadeza
Os meu nego aprovando lá na magazine
Jogador de chinelo e camisa de time
Tira o tune vamo ver como que ele rima (Wew-wew)
Eu lanço tendência (Ah)
A cada segundo aumenta minha influência
Mistura no copo que eu faço a ciência
E-e-e-esses moleque não tem minha constância

Ela pede, ela pede mais safira
Ela pede, ela pede mais Givenchy
Ela pede, ela pede muita balinha
Tô fumando mato, mas não é capim

Essa-essa é a tropa do ZaZa (Do ZaZa), isso não é capim
Eu jogo OG kush na blunt
Ela quer ir pra minha casa (Ahn, ah)
Ela só fumou um finin e já quer jogar na minha cara
O Ryu vem com a placa de haxi (De haxi)
Vou tacar, vou tacar pau na paty
Vou quebrar esse playboy igual street fighter
É a tropa do zaza, não vem pro combate (Ahn)
Tira esse tune (Nossa, nossa), agora quero ver o que que o broke vai arrumar (Tá fudido, mano)
Os falido se une (Se une)
É hoje que a tropa do zaza vai te ensinar
O skunk me deixou com delay
(O meu plug, o meu plug trouxe de LA)
Pra você onde tem eu não sei
Só nego OG, não fechamos com fake

Não fechamos com fake
Esse mano é feio
A novinha me manda uma foto do seio (Do seio)
Então toma essa peça da Dior (ou da Bape)
Sempre tô em goma trampando na tape (Yah)
Tô em goma no planejamento
Duas novinha que eu taco no corsa
Imagina se eu pego a BM (Ahaha)
Imagina se eu pego a Mercedes
Já fica facin pra nóis pula na puta (Pula, pula, pula)
Se eu tô com designer com a placa de haxi (Ahaha)
Movimentando dinheiro esse mês
Vendendo feat pra comprar mais ice
Vendendo feat pra pagar aluguel
Vendendo feat pra comprar Chanel
Eu tô fumando no quarto do hotel
Eu tô causando de fato na festa, yeah

Tô com meu nego no toque do corsa
Você nã-você não é bom, meu mano não força (Wew)
Puta branquela da cor do meu force
Foi no blow dela que eu perdi minha força (Ah)
Pulo pra norte, eu tenho uns contato
Essa maconha afetando meu tato
Eu tô nos acesso com Emitê é fato
Eu tô nos acesso com Emitê é fato
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