Stormzy – Rainfall Lyrics

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[Intro: Stormzy]
Aw
Embody it, yeah

[Verse 1: Stormzy]
Let your mind speak
I never put no colours on my timepiece
I told you niggas cut me out the grime beef
And now you got me fuckin’ up some grime neeks
So ‘low runnin’ up your gums
Man’ll double back and then I’ll go and double up my funds
And when you finish suckin’ on your mums
I’ll do another quarter mil’ and get another number one, it’s like
I’m gettin’ bored of you boys
Flex on ’em, lookin’ like the Audemar boys
Big Mike, I was makin’ all of the noise
In a big fur jacket, that’s the thoughts of your boy
They rate me, that’s so blatant
Went and saw the future, I’m That’s So Raven
Whenever they say my name, I take a payment
Even when I make it rain, I make a statement

[Chorus: Stormzy]
Let the rain fall on my enemies
Fall on my enemies
Let the rain fall on my enemies
All of my enemies
Yeah, let the rain fall on my enemies
On all of my enemies
Lord, let the rain fall on my enemies
Let it fall on my enemies, yo

[Verse 2: Stormzy]
Goose in the winter keep my back warm
Told my little brudda keep my stack warm
Kill me with some rap corn
I’m a bigger hitter on a bigger platform
Now we do the Jigga walk
Reminiscin’ ’bout the spinners that my hitta brought (So?)
So ‘low me with that Twitter talk (Huh?)
I can’t even hear you through these BRIT Awards (Ayy, ayy)
I put my shades on
Hoodie up and send a prayer up to Trayvon
They tryna figure how a nigga put his name on
And how a nigga did it with no chains on
I give you the keys to no stress
First you give God the praise, then see Him work
I can’t ever be on my knees, I’m too blessed
‘Cause any time I make it rain, all reimbursed

[Chorus: Stormzy]
Then I let the rain fall on my enemies
Fall on my enemies
Let the rain fall on my enemies
All of my enemies
Yeah, let the rain fall on my enemies
On all of my enemies
Lord, let the rain fall on my enemies
Let it fall on my enemies, yo
Fall on my enemies
Fall on my enemies
Let the rain fall on my enemies
All of my enemies
Yeah, let the rain fall on my enemies
On all of my enemies
Lord, let the rain fall on my enemies
Let it fall on my enemies, yo

[Bridge: Tiana Major9]
Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance (So I can dance)
I just wanna praise ya (Oh)
I just wanna praise ya (Praise you, oh)
You broke the chains, now I can lift my hands (I can lift my hands)
And I’m gonna praise ya (Praise ya)
I’m gonna praise ya (I’m gonna praise ya)
Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance (Shackles off, I can dance, I can dance)
I just wanna praise ya
I just wanna praise ya (Yeah, yeah)
You broke the chains, now I can lift my hands
And I’m gonna praise ya (I’m gonna praise ya)
I’m gonna praise ya (I’m gonna praise ya)

[Chorus: Stormzy & Tiana Major9]
Fall on my enemies (Oh)
Fall on my enemies
Let the rain fall on my enemies (Oh)
All of my enemies (Oh)
Yeah, let the rain fall on my enemies (Fall on my enemies)
On all of my enemies (Fall down)
Lord, let the rain fall on my enemies
Let it fall on my enemies

Stormzy – Big Michael Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, yo, Stormzy, G
I beg you, G, release music, fam
‘Cause you know what? It’s gettin’ me so mad, fam
Michael, what’s wrong with you?
Fuckin’ pussio
Release some fuckin’ music, man, dickhead
Big Michael
And it’s like

[Verse 1]
Said I went mainstream, suck your mum (Mum, mum)
Not top two, top one (Top one, top one, top one)
Man must have thought I was dumb
What the fuck have you lot done? (Oh my days, oh my days)
Shellins
I made juice, life gave me lemons
You little fuckboys do my head in
Henry VIII, behead ’em, ‘head ’em, ‘head ’em
Can’t tell where I’m headin’ (No)
Could be Glasto’, could be Reading (Yes)
I was on the field like Beding (Beding)
Dead him, dead him, dead him, dead him
Big Mike, I’m handlin’ my weight
Big Mike, I’m standin’ with the greats
One week it’s “Blinded By Your Grace”
Next week it’s bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
Got one by one, I line ’em up
Oh, you think you’re Beckham? Try your luck
Big Michael’s back, your time is up
Alright, check this

[Interlude]
Man can’t tell me ’bout stretchin’ fivers
I was on my pushback, clips and drivers
Man wanna diss, then text in private
Dem man are cool, but the rest don’t like us

[Verse 2]
I’m not scared of lions, bears
Who lie on prayers, dem threats won’t find us
Man’s not scared of ticks and spiders
Think man’s scared of sets and cyphers? (What?)
What you talkin’ about? I’m skilled (Skilled)
What you talkin’ about? I’m real (I’m real)
Put a fork in your mouth, I’m trill (Too trill)
Big Mike bought a house in the hill (Right there)
No, I’m never in the trap, and I’m never with the strap
And your nigga ain’t out on the field (No way)
They say I’m on this and they say I’m on that
What you talkin’ about? I build
From the ground up
Put your arms down, put your crown up
You come a long way from playin’ pound up
You either motivate or go round up
And the kettle cost thirty bof (Yeah)
That’s why they givin’ me dirty looks (Yeah)
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, but I do it for my fam
And I do it for the Merky books
Cah we’re still takin’ up space
I told my niggas rise up
Guess we’re just a bunch of young kings
We made our city light up
I turn my city right up
Big Michael’s back, your time’s up
Big Michael’s back, your time’s up
Big Michael’s back, your time’s up
Easy

Stormzy – Sounds Of The Skeng Lyrics

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[Intro]
Easy
And it’s like

[Verse 1]
Five whole years on the circuit
Every single year I merk it (Every single year)
I switch flows, they jerk it
I flip more, then reverse it (Woo, woo)
Told bro reimburse it, I just hope that it’s worth it (Gimme’ that, gimme’ that)
‘Cause if I slap a bitch arse nigga I’ma make it look (Perfect)
I’ma make it look perfect, cah he probably deserves it
See old school Mike just splurges
Please don’t let him re-surface (Word, word)
They go the fastest (Fastest), I go the furthest (Zoom, zoom)
And a nigga been the hardest (Part)
And I bun all my verses

[Chorus]
Man might kick off your face, I’m worst
Man might leave with your babes, I’m burst
Man just bad up the place and merk
Them man lift up a wasteman skirt
You man ain’t been entirely truthful, have you?
I know the truth can hurt
I know that, I know my two hands work
I know that, I know I do man dirt
Flipz told me ‘low me again, ‘low me again, this that
(Sound of the-) Sounds of the Skeng
I move foul with my friends, foul with the pen
Don’t start howlin’ again
My dogs them are different
Nigga I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don’t need no assistance
So please give a nigga some distance
Name a nigga that’s this consistent

[Verse 2]
You man just love beggin’ it too much
You man love the Americans too much
I do the most, but it’s never been too much
Go coast to coast, and I never get moved up, facts (Facts, facts, facts)
We talkin’ racks (Racks, racks), we talkin’ plaques (Plaques), or stats
Ayy, rude boy, you do the math
Aight, look, look, G in the south, but I live in the sticks now
Really been about, but they think I’m a prick now
Got a little money, and a couple of BRITs now
Big for my boot, but it’s funny, it fits now
The sauce don’t stick to my swag, it drips now
You niggas thought you were bad, you’re piss now
Cah that boy got to the bag, you’re rich now
I hope you niggas know what it is now
But man might

[Chorus]
Man might kick off your face, I’m worst
Man might leave with your babes, I’m burst
Man just bad up the place and merk
Them man lift up a wasteman skirt
You man ain’t been entirely truthful, have you?
I know the truth can hurt
I know that, I know my two hands work
I know that, I know I do man dirt
Flipz told me ‘low me again, ‘low me again, this that
(Sound of the-) Sounds of the Skeng
I move foul with my friends, foul with the pen
Don’t start howlin’ again
My dogs them are different
Nigga I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don’t need no assistance
So please give a nigga some distance
Name a nigga that’s this consistent

[Verse 3]
Name a nigga that’s this on point (On point)
Froze, wrist on point (On point)
For the trolls, fist on point (On point)
Get your pose and your list on point
Wait there, little niggas wanna’ diss this joint (Alright)
They tryna’ figure “Like what is this joint?” (Alright)
Me and Flip’ll come and flip this joint (Come on)
My spliff big like Misty’s joint (Come on)
Lil’ niggas can’t hit this joint
And I knew it was a banger when I ripped this joint in
Man talk dirt on my name
But the truth is, they’re not realistic points
I’m bigger in person, whippin’ excursion
My niggas whip this joint
Don’t talk like president Flipz is [?]
Real niggas gonna’ dig this joint but

[Chorus]
Man might kick off your face, I’m worst
Man might leave with your babes, I’m burst
Man just bad up the place and merk
Them man lift up a wasteman skirt
You man ain’t been entirely truthful, have you?
I know the truth can hurt
I know that, I know my two hands work
I know that, I know I do man dirt
Flipz told me ‘low me again, ‘low me again, this that
(Sound of the-) Sounds of the Skeng
I move foul with my friends, foul with the pen
Don’t start howlin’ again
My dogs them are different
Nigga I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don’t need no assistance
So please give a nigga some distance
Name a nigga that’s this consistent

Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door?
Put the money up
I’ma be done kilt one of these niggas ’round here man
Who dat is?
Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Parkin’ bean projects where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ out loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to god I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
It make sense, she on my dick
Making moves in the city so she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
I’m making moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these bitches watching me
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jocking me
She on my dick like she heard what I’m ordering
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealing cocaine
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of bitches but I focus on my fab five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
Bitch ass nappy girl, you need that rich shit
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick

She on my dyck – Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Rick Ross – She on my dyck

Who at the door? Put the money up
I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh(she on my dyck)

I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a b*tch know
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that b*tch got eight floors

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

I get a rush when I see these b*tches watchin’ me
It’s like a high when I see these b*tches jockin’ me
She on my d*ck like she heard what I’m orderin’
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my d*ck like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring versuri-lyrics.info
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’.

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine?
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of b*tches but I focus on my Fab Five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
b*tch hair nappy girl, you need that rich s**t
It take real heart to wanna be a rich b*tch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b*tch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her
But the p*ssy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ckkk.
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Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door? Put the money up
I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats (huh)
Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be (woo)
Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop (huh)
Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know (woo)
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice (huh)
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike (huh)
Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys (woo)
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos (fuck ’em)
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed (woo)
Double M the label with the most pesos (woo)
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors (woo)

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick (boss, woo)
It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
I’m makin’ moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these bitches watchin’ me
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jockin’ me
She on my dick like she heard what I’m orderin’
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (boss, woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She see my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang (huh)
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine? (huh)
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime (no)
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine (haha)
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes (woo)
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline (bang)
Lot of bitches but I focus on my Fab Five (uh)
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride (woo)
Bitch hair nappy girl, you need that rich shit (huh)
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch (haha)
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis (I see)
She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her (I see)
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga (I see)
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (boss, woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She see my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick
Whoo! Whooo!

Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door?
Put the money up
I’ma be done kilt one of these niggas ’round here man
Who dat is?
Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Parkin’ bean projects where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ out loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to god I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
It make sense, she on my dick
Making moves in the city so she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
I’m making moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these bitches watching me
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jocking me
She on my dick like she heard what I’m ordering
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealing cocaine
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of bitches but I focus on my fab five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
Bitch ass nappy girl, you need that rich shit
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick