Lil Xan – Worst Day Ever Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Xan & $teve Cannon]
Yeah
And it’s the worst day ever (Yeah)
Yeah
And it’s the worst day ever (Ay)

[Verse 1: Lil Xan]
I overheard a convo, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Sounded like you liked him (Yeah)
I ain’t mad that she cool girl (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I’ve been fucking bitches since you said the first word
I was off them pills too, yeah
Maybe I’ma die too (Maybe I’ma die too)
Hope I just don’t die soon (Hope I just don’t)
I said “I hope I just don’t die soon” (Hope I just don’t)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Orange and black coffin (Brrt, brrt)
Yeah, have it painted by an orphan (Brrrrrt)
I’m a demon but you know it (Know it)
Yeah, I break hearts because my heart is broke

[Verse 2: $teve Cannon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell yeah, I grew up and screw up
Shit go around like a Hula
Lost in a trap like Bermuda
I smoke my dope to this music
Think I’m seein’ illusions
These people think I might lose it
Back on the Xan’s and I’m coolin’
Off with their head, throw up deuces
And it’s the worst day ever
Higher than I’ve ever been
Hit me up at night ’cause she know I need that medicine
Workin’ ’til the lights turn out
Wake up and do again
All my niggas ’round
Oh my god, there’s only few of them
Swimmin’ in that ocean, I don’t even see the coast
And don’t know which side to has some lean
So I could fly through my feelings
I really feel like it’s over
I really wish I was sober
I really wish I was older
I really wish I was in it

[Refrain: Lil Xan]
Yeah, aye
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever

[Outro: Lil Xan]
Rest In Peace
Xanarchy

Migos – Call Casting lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Act (Act!)
Put the backends in the back
Draco on me, it’s attached
Name a nigga with the pack
Name a nigga with the sack
Elem’ o’clock, I got the MAC (MAC)
She eat the molly like a snack (eat it up)
This gold on my neck a plaque
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack (eat it up)
Rob the plug if he tax (tax)
Sip the lean and relax (drink it up)
Park the Lamb in the back (skrt, skrt)
Big dog, you a cat (cat)
Rich in the matte black (skrt, skrt)
Twenty hoes to be exact (yeah)
I need ten, that’s a dime
Want a nickel, that’s a five
One to fly, one to slide
One to glide, ain’t got time
Put a thirty on my .9
For a nigga out of line
Mama cryin’, niggas dyin’
Wonder why I done gripped the fire, yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Brr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr-rr
Pot (skrr skrr)
Niggas tried to send a thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp’, corner shot (brrr)
Eight-ball, corner pocket (ayy)
White boys in the game
Call ’em Andy Milonakis (yeah)
He won’t hesitate to shoot ’em
Private jet to Bermuda (woo)
I knew I been had sauce (who)
‘Cause I was fuckin’ on my tutor (who)
Truck backin’ up the dually
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a Cup O’ Noodles
I fucked the game, Kama Sutra
I got M’s on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coco
Told her read between the lines (coco)
J’s out there snitchin’, yeah
Heard it through the vine (J’s)
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time, yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo woo woo woo woo, packs
I paid the ticket, get you whacked (brrr)
I chop the brick with the axe (hey)
The cookie smellin’ like a casket (cookie)
I’m sellin’ crack in my Rafs
Put the addy in the nav
He steady poppin’, know it’s cap
I hit the jungle, then adapt (rarr)
30 thousand on the couch (30 bars!)
All my bitches from an app
Instagram and the Snaps
I bet a hundred on the craps
I’m good on shawty, do without (ooh)
She fucking niggas for the check
I’ma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo, Corsa on a bitch (skrt)
I poured a four, Actavis (Act)
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bitch
Won’t give a kiss ’cause I know you suck dick (mwah)
Spent you a hundred, Philippe on your wrist (Patek)
Twenty-five pointers, one fist (points)
Twenty-five bitches on list (twenty-five)
Kel-tec, rubber band grip (brrr)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

Slaughter Gang Tip – No Brain

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brain in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

B***h you broke and boujee, your nigga sad and losing
I got a new Kel-Tec but I might use the Uzi
Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces
A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing
I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty
I got the pink molly in, yes I still get booted
That nigga missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting
Three stripes on my clothes b***h, yeah it’s Gucci
Tom Ford lense on, I can see you chosing
She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid
Can’t fall in love with no freak ho, b***h my name ain’t Cupid
A hundred guns from the pawn shop, I can’t wait to use it.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

Dressed in Gucci, Fendi, b***h stay out my business
Last nigga tried me, I ain’t leave no witness
This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies
I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness
This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s
Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking
Twenty racks to my shooter, yeah, trappin’ out an Uber
F**k your gang, I rep Bermuda versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up wrong I just might shoot you
Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs
She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her
I made her suck it up, ’til her jaws lock
After this first nut b***h you goin’ on call block.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatmenttt.(no brain)

Kollision – Space Cadet (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet nigga, floatin’ every time I walk in
Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes

[Verse 1]
Pull up in somethin’ that’s foreign, these bitches weren’t ready
Pop me a Addy and take off like I’m in Andretti
I want them pesos, dineros, and I want that fetty
Pop out and I just surprise a bitch like confetti
A foreign bitch, she shippin’ shit that is illegal
Sent her to school just to be my paralegal
Me and Quay tight like a fucking keyhole (that’s my dawg, yeah)
Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet nigga, floatin’ every time I walk in
Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes

[Verse 2]
Fuck up the scenery, killin’ the industry, niggas they envy me
Bitches, they diggin’ me, know I’m a specialty, I got the recipe
Cook it up in your face like I’m Betty C
I leave the States and they knowin’ my melody
Killin’ shit, don’t give a fuck about sympathy
These bitches dogs, I’m feeding them pedigree
I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies
I had the raw, had to scale, this the better me
Money keep flowing like I’m in the Medellin
She made that dick disappear like Bermuda
All of my bad bitches they be some cuckoos
Fuckin’ your mama, she teach me, she tutor
I had to work my move, had to maneuver
Diamonds by Elliante, bitch it’s scuba, don’t let if fool you

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet nigga, floatin’ every time I walk in
Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill

No Malice – Sky Crack (Let The Dead Bury The Dead Album)

[Verse 1]
Mal we ont wanna hear what cha spittin bout. Ugh!
Unless it got da ass and the titties out. Ugh
Speak on all them keys hidden in the couch. Ugh!
Metal to the face walk em in the house. Ugh!
I won’t ever good at kickin fairytales
Everything I spoke I did it very well
Dont believe you other dudes check is in the mail. Ugh!
Donkey of the Day time to pin the tale. Ugh!
Ever wonder what could really change a man???
Takes more than walking round here with prayin hands
Where was I when the game had a change of plans?
Never seen so many niggas do the same dance
Guess I ain’t get the memo
Whatever lift ya skirt no problemo
But we was bout our business, we’d intimidate the witness all the while adding stretch like a limo
Til I heard the horns

[Chorus]
Yall done got too far gone betta act like you can hear horns
I hear the horns!
I’d consider myself warned especially if you can here da horns
I hear da horns!
I’m woke like it’s early in the morn seem to me some of y’all still snorin
I hear da horns!
Like the calm before the storm mean to tell me that you don’t hear dem horns PLEASE!
I hear da horns

[Verse 2]
Envy said Mal, "you don’t miss da money?"
I said nigga is Bermuda sunny?
My brother Push was my only buddy
I wanna join him now but the cross bloody
Cudi I know a cure for depression homes
Look to Word it’s written in stone
I love my brothers I would never steer em wrong
They empty inside livin off bread alone
My first mind was to grab the bag
I see why Judas said y’all can have it back
In fact money ain’t the root, it’s the love of it
How can you ever get the joke if you da butt of it
Hurry escape jail, judge, and jury if they could hang you wit your own jewelry
Cause "The rich mans ransom is his life
The poor man has no worries."

[Chorus]
Yall done got too far gone betta act like you can hear horns
I hear the horns!
I’d consider myself warned especially if you can here da horns
I hear da horns!
I’m woke like it’s early in the morn seem to me some of y’all still snorin
I hear da horns!
Like the calm before the storm mean to tell me that you don’t hear dem horns PLEASE!
I hear da horns

Daryl Hall & John Oates – I’m Tired Of Wearing Buckskin lyrics

My wife said, “Dear, you’re almost thirty-three
Don’t you think it’s time to change your ways?
The kids are starvin’, the dog is barkin’
We haven’t had a meal in three days”

“No one wants to hear a musician play
When they know he’s past his prime
Everybody knows when it’s his turn to quit
And I think you’ve reached your time”

I’m tired of wearing buckskin
I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
‘Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
Be a hippie no more

I said, “Listen ma
I’m gonna get a job and maybe go back to school
I ain’t gonna be mad or bitter toward life
‘Cause it treated me so cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel”

“I think I’ll even give up smokin’ that week
‘Cause it boggles up my mind
I’m gonna start my life all over again
Gonna leave that past behind”

I’m tired of wearing buckskin
I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
‘Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
Be a hippie no more

I’m tired of wearing buckskin
I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
‘Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
Be a hippie no more, no more [Incomprehensible]

I’m tired of wearing buckskin
I think I’ll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
‘Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy
Be a hippie no more, whoa

Migos – Call Casting lyrics

Buddah blessed this beat

Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)

Ack (Ack)
Put the backends in the back (back)
Draco on me, it’s attached (‘ttached)
Name a nigga with the pack (pack)
Name a nigga with the sack (sack)
I love my Glock, I got the MAC (MAC)
She eat the molly like a snack (eat it up)
This gold on my neck a plaque (plaque)
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack (eat it up)
Rob the plug if you tax (tax)
Sip the lean and relax (drink it up)
Park the Lamb in the back (skrt, skrt)
Big dog, you a cat (cat)
Rich in the matte black (skrt, skrt)
Twenty hoes to be exact (yeah)
I need ten, that’s a dime
Want a nickel, that’s a five
One to fly, one to slide
One to glide, ain’t got time
Put a thirty on my nine
For a nigga out of line
Mama cryin’, niggas dyin’
Wonder why I done grip the fire, yeah

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)

Brrrt (skrt skrt skrt skrt) burrr, pot
Niggas tried to send a thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp, corner shot (brrr)
Eight-ball, corner pocket (ay)
White boys in the game (white)
Call ’em Andy Milonakis (yeah)
He won’t hesitate to shoot ’em (shoot)
Private jet to Bermuda (woo)
I knew I been had sauce (who)
Cause I was fuckin’ on my tutor (who)
Truck backin’ up the dually
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a Cup O’ Noodles
I fucked the game, karma sutra
I got M’s on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coca
Told her read between the lines (coco)
J’s out there snitchin’, yeah
Heard it through the vine (J’s)
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time, yeah

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)

Woo woo woo woo woo, packs
I paid the ticket, get you whacked (brrr)
I chop the brick with the axe (hey)
The cookie smellin’ like a casket (cookie)
I’m sellin’ crack in my Raf’s (crack)
Put the addy in the nav (addy)
He steady poppin’, know it’s cap (cap)
I hit the jungle, then adapt (rarr)
30 thousand on the couch (30 bars)
All my bitches from an app (app)
Instagram and the Snap (Snap)
I bet a hundred on the craps (crap)
I’m good on shawty, do without (ooh)
She fucking niggas for the check (check)
I’ma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo, crossover on a bitch (skrt)
I poured a four, Actavis (Act)
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bitch (bag)
Won’t give a kiss ’cause I know you suck dick (mwah)
Spent you hundred, Philippe on your wrist (Patek)
Twenty-five pointers, one fist (points)
Twenty-five bitches on list (twenty-five)
Kel-tec, rubber band grip (brrr)

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)