Lil Yachty – MICKEY lyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos & Lil Baby)

[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one

[Verse 1: Offset & Lil Yachty]
Trappin’ out the back streets
Runnin’ through the packs like a track meet (zoom)
Pull up with two pistols on me, Max P
Back to back the Bentley truck, we on repeat
Drippin’ on these bitches, put a stain on ’em
Lamborghini Aventador, no brain on it
Iced out Patek with the rain on it
Automatic with the scope, range on it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Spent 160, that’s on two watches (two watches)
God damn, think I need a new hobby (new hobby)
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin’ with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check it out (hoo)
Ridin’ ’round town with the sticks out (hoo)
It’s fashion week, so I bought the Rick’s out (hoo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Yeah)
These niggas hatin’ ’cause I’m too rich (too rich)
Big carats, same size Cheez-Its (Cheez-Its)
88 thou’ for a new wrist (whoo)
Peter Piper, pull up with a new pistol (pew, pew)
Those not diamonds, those crystals
Runnin’ to the money like I’m Frank Gore (yuh)
This ring cost more than a Honda ‘Cord (skrt)
Fuck with the set then it’s over with (over with)
Walk in the spot, get it overlit (overlit)
I want some pussy, she open it (open it)
Fuck her one time then I’m over it (over it)
These niggas weird and they talk too much (yuh)
All these new niggas, they socialists (yuh)
Holdin’ on tight to my braggin’ rights
I write my name on the mogul list

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Spent 160, that’s on two watches (two watches)
God damn, think I need a new hobby (new hobby)
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin’ with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check it out (hoo)
Ridin’ ’round town with the sticks out (hoo)
It’s fashion week, so I bought the Rick’s out (hoo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (gang)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Million dollar lick but I missed out (missed out)
Had to sleep on the drank, I was pissed off (pissed off)
Got 100 on your hand, hold your wrist out (wrist out)
Hellcat racecar, no pitstop (no pitstop)
Had a million dollars cash at my bitch house (bitch house)
Wearin’ 20 thousand dollar outfits now (outfits)
Coupe cost 160 and I cashed out (cash)
Lil’ Steve comin’ home, ’bout to max out
Anything I buy, I’m spendin’ all 20s
100s and 50s goin’ to the grave wit’ me (yeah)
I sleep with a chopper and bathe with a glizzy
A nigga try Yachty, we shootin’ up the city (frraah)
Ask them other niggas how we got busy (how we got busy)
It ain’t no sleep ’til we hittin’ the victim (hittin’ our victim)
Nigga play gangster, but we know they bitches (we know they bitches)
I’m thinkin’ they mad ’cause we fuckin’ they bitches

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Spent 160, that’s on two watches (two watches)
God damn, think I need a new hobby (new hobby)
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin’ with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check it out (hoo)
Ridin’ ’round town with the sticks out (hoo)
It’s fashion week, so I bought the Rick’s out (hoo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (gang)

Bush – Everything Zen

There must be something we can eat
Maybe find another lover
Should I fly to Los Angeles
Find my asshole brother
Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Dave’s on sale again
We kissy kiss in the rear view
We’re so bored
You’re to blame

Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don’t think so

Raindogs howl for the century
A million dollars a stake
As you search for your demi-god
And you fake with a saint
There’s no sex in your violence
There’s no sex in your violence

Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don’t think so

I don’t believe that Elvis is dead
I don’t believe that Elvis is dead
I don’t believe that Elvis is, Elvis is

There’s no sex in your violence

Tairo – Monde Absurde (feat. Dadoo) (Summer Tape Album)

[Intro : Taïro]
Si ce monde est absurde, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le sont

[Couplet 1 : Dadoo]
Fuck Donald Trump, Maison Blanche feat. Mickey Mouse
Fuck, trop d’coke, les Pokémon sniffent en soirée house
Brexit [?] ; l’espoir, est-ce qu’il existe ?
Certains se font péter par principe, on leur a promis tellement d’pipes
Kalachnikov [?], crack de valeur [?]
Zoomer dans nos p’tites zones, dormir en se mettant des claques
Fuck that shit, [?] ma liberté
Fuck le statut, pose le Glock pour parler

[Refrain : Taïro]
Si ce monde est absurde, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le sont
L’Histoire nous parle mais on ne sait
Pas tirer les leçons
Si le monde est obscur, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le font
Dans le vacarme, on ne fait
Que perdre la raison

[Couplet 2 : Taïro]
On plaint le sort, on fait d’la merde
On pleure nos morts, on fait la guerre
Puisqu’on veut son or, on nique la Terre
Juste un peu comme si on baisait nos mères
On envoie des Hommes toucher la Lune
Mais, pour stopper la faim, y’a pas de thune
Y’a des gamins qui n’ont rien à bouffer
Mais c’est Nabilla qui fait la une (ha)
Le tiers-monde est dans la misère
Où sont ses matières premières ?
Le monde tourne à l’envers
Y’a de l’oseille à se faire
C’est la crise et c’est l’enfer
Mais trente-cinq millions d’millionnaires
On rêve de villas au bord de la mer
Mais, bientôt, l’été sera l’hiver
Pour garantir la paix
On a la bombe nucléaire
Il suffit d’un seul bouton
Pour tout envoyer en l’air
Mais "on est les plus civilisés"
Un président à l’Élysée
"On sait parfaitement c’qui est faux, c’qui est vrai
La vérité est télévisée"

[Refrain : Taïro]
Si ce monde est absurde, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le sont
L’Histoire nous parle mais on ne sait
Pas tirer les leçons
Si le monde est obscur, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le font
Dans le vacarme, on ne fait
Que perdre la raison

[Pont : Sample]
"Ceux qui ont pris tout le plat dans leur assiette, laissant les assiettes des autres vides, […] disent, avec une bonne figure, une bonne conscience : "Nous, nous qui avons tout, on est pour la paix !""

[Refrain : Taïro]
Si ce monde est absurde, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le sont
L’Histoire nous parle mais on ne sait
Pas tirer les leçons
Si le monde est obscur, c’est
Parce que les Hommes le font
Dans le vacarme, on ne fait
Que perdre la raison

Ray J & Chris Brown – Famous (Burn My Name Album)

[Verse 1: Ray J + Chris Brown]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on a check
Niggas smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ the Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, "Baby I miss you"
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through, I got too much heart for this pencil
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ cry
‘Cause I’ll fuck around and make another one…

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time, look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitches won’t fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She Beliziean, ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless, put you in danger then I made you

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

[Verse 3: Ray J]
Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
Told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And to all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one that planned it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

Bon Jovi – Say It Isn’t So

I just can’t believe
It was all a lie
No man in the moon
Just a big light in the sky
I hear Disneyland
Might lose Mickey Mouse
In some giant hostile corporate shake-up
Tell me it’s a nightmare
Please wake me up
(Say it isn’t so)
I found a book of matches
From someplace we’ve never been
How come you hang the phone up
The minute I walk in
Last night I had this dream
That I was losing you
I woke up in a cold sweat shaking
Rescue me my heart is breaking

Say it isn’t so (tell me it’s not true)
Say it isn’t so (I believe in you)
Tell me it’s a lie (I don’t need no proof)
Say everything’s all right (couldn’t be, not you)
Say it isn’t so

Superman don’t fly
They did it all with strings
Elvis Presley died
They deep fried the king
Like some tacky cheesy bathing beauty
Dancing on the beach in a bad b-movie

Say it isn’t so (tell me it’s not true)
Say it isn’t so (I believe in you)
Tell me it’s a lie (I don’t need no proof)
Say everything’s all right (couldn’t be, not you)

Say it isn’t so (don’t give up on me)
Say it isn’t so (don’t give up on you)
Get me through the night (we’ll make it through)
Make everything all right (couldn’t be, not you)
Say it isn’t so…

Say it isn’t so (tell me it’s not true)
Say it isn’t so (I believe in you)
Tell me it’s a lie (I don’t need no proof)
Say everything’s all right (couldn’t be, not you)

Say it isn’t so (don’t give up on me)
Say it isn’t so (don’t give up on you)
Get me through the night (we’ll make it through)
Make everything all right (couldn’t be, not you)
Say it isn’t so

RAY J – Famous lyrics

I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, “Baby I miss you”
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ practice
I fuck around and make another one…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitchin’ to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She believes I’m ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless
Put you in danger when I made you…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
I told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no