NYC

Macklemore – Fake ID lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore. This is my music, and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it, I got a story, yo, it goes a little something like

[Verse 1]
When I was seventeen I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where I could get a fake ID
“Ayo, son, you better get that shit when you in NY” (okay)
So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try
To my pleasant surprise the ID looked fine
5’9″, blues eyes, born in ninteen-seventy-nine
Nervous as hell, I went to the store with my homie
Came out and yelled “Dawg, they sold me a 40”
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving ’em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
Seventeen, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Ayy, I got treated a whole new way
Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age

[Interlude]
You know what I’m saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you’re in the club. Seventeen like bah! Check it out, it’s like this, yo

[Verse 2]
Now for the next three years I had so much fun
Getting drunk in hip-hop clubs where you had to be twenty-one
Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign
That said KRS-One twenty-one up and live
That’s hella tight
Ayo I heard he always ripped it
So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to buy a ticket
When I got up the the door the bouncer checking ID’s
Looks at mine and he’s like “Nah, we don’t take these”
I tried to reach and grab my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack
I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap
And that probably wouldn’t have hurt him very much
He kept laughing and smilin’, he called me a dumb shit
And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public
Oh no, I’m like “Give it back, bro!”
But no, my ID was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo

[Bridge]
Ha I’m laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it’s still not very funny. Fucker

[Verse 3]
Bitch why you got to take my ID?
Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Iced Tea?
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot tall legs
And shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
*Get ’em*
Your mother is dumb for having you
You’re a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
*Get ’em*
You’re too big and you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens
*Get ’em*
I don’t like ya, at all I despise you
If I was tall I would fight you
If I was a dog I would bite you
Every single day you make people cry
And your job is to go and ruin teenager’s lives
Ok I’m going too far bouncers aren’t all bad
I’m sure they make great husbands and really strong dads
But hopefully you learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC’s fake ID
Yup, I said never take an MC’s fake ID
You could be buff and tough, it don’t matter to me
Cause you’re going to get burned if you step to MCs

Cardi B – Hectic lyrics

(feat. DJ Hardwerk)

[Intro]
Cardi
Hard work

[Verse 1]
Ayo, step up in the spot, you know who I be
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancin’ all up on the couch, shakin’ my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me, you don’t wanna start with me
I be out here gettin’ cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasin’ chips like the lottery
You ain’t bout that life, you don’t be like Cardi B
All my gettin’-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon’ have to pull ya pants up, yeah
I see you over there checkin’ out my thick thighs, tetas
See, I gotta smart mouth and what?
Keep it litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain’t worried ’bout no Plan B
Yeah, I’m nasty, lick my lips, blow a kiss
And walk off with a hunnid thou’ on my wrist
Swish, I ain’t with the politics
“A hoe never gets cold,” you know what the motto is
Unless it’s baguettes diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sittin’ in that 6, frostbite, feelin’ hella lit

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

[Verse 2]
NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y’all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I’m a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that’s a fact though
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here plottin’ on my cash flow
But I’m a queen just tryna build the castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready, check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I’m in it this year, a minute to spare, I swear
My vision is clear, y’all bitches beware, I’m here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotta, no filter, Young Cardi, yeah

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

Jake Paul – It’s Everyday Bro (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Jake Paul]
Jake Paul
Aye, Gucci? (yah!)
Wanna show ’em how we do it? (burr!)
Ight, ayo, Sleep, you ready?
Remiiiiiix! Guwop!

[Verse 1: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday bro, fuck that Disney Channel flow
Every day I film my life, double the views of any show
Nickelodeon hit me up and I said "hell no!"
And FedEx hit me up, they ’bout to ship my Lambo (skrrt, skrrt!)
And I’m twenty years old, and the haters always fold
And the ice on me, cold, and in 1997
A new legend was born, now Jakey shooting haters down
Call me Jason Bourne, got big Gucci on the flow
(Brr, brr, brr!) This shit cold like the snow!
Mansion shopping on the low, they said Jake Paul is over
Sold twelve thousand at the show, it’s a Gucci mink coat (ooh)
It’s a yacht for the boat private jets to Ohio
So the kids that talk shit can see my life a TV show
And it’s everyday bro, and y’all know the house cost seven, man
And you know I just ain’t rentin’
And I be in the Aussie, eating shrimp on the barbie
All my exes look like Barbie and I pull up in the ‘Rari like
Bling, blow! Oopsie, I just told them the truth (my bad!)
And I just dropped some new merch
And it’s still really selling like a fucking God Church!

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro (it’s Gucci!)
I said, it’s everyday, bro!

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Every day I wake up and get it, that’s just me
If I don’t grind, then I don’t eat ’cause that ain’t shit comin’ free
I’m all the way in NYC, it’s all about the cheese
You gettin’ money? So are we, man, I rep 1017 (bih!)
I might pull up in a Lamborghini painted green (Guwop!)
Guwop back on the scene, you ain’t heard, man, I’m the king (work)
You can call me Wizop or you can call me Gucci (it’s Gucci)
Every day a hater hate, he mad because he losing
I rep like I’m producing (uh), but don’t know how to do it (no!)
They rappin’ bout that Pirus but don’t know how to use it (skrrt!)
In 1997, I would pull up in a Buick (huh?)
Now, every day, I’m changing cars, it’s kinda gettin’ confusing (damn)
Every day, my lady make me stand up like I pushed it (woah)
And every day, the paparazzi put me in the news clip (uh)
And every day, I try not hit nobody with the full clip
From East Atlanta, not the Chi but I’m back on my bullshit (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday, bro (hey)
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro (wow)
I said, it’s everyday, bro!

[Verse 3: Jake Paul]
Forty five bands on the Aston Martin bed
Sleep when I’m dead, Billboard twenty under twenty, so they said
I ain’t no musician, I get bread, I’m just sayin’
Bought a Lamb that I slam on the gas to Calabas’
Tryna pass the Kardashians, puttin’ diamonds on my doggy too
Team 10, had to let me know
I get more for my clothes than these rappers get for shows
I just hit one hundred up the Malibu coast
And blew a hundred thousand on her
Now your girl a Jake Pauler, bam

[Chorus: Jake Paul]
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro
It’s everyday, bro
I said, it’s everyday, bro!

[Outro: Jake Paul]
Jake Paulers!
Album, album coming December first
Album, December first
Album, December first
December first, album, haha
Oh shit, your boy does music? Alright

The hated – Dave East lyrics

Lyrics Dave East – The Hated

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it.(the hated)

I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago versuri-lyrics.info
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch.

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it.

Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your b*tch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ f*ck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bed, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it.

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it.(the hated)

Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young kinggg.(the hated)
Dave East lyrics
Video hated

Joey Bada$$ – 500 Benz

[Intro]
500 Benz
500 Benz
Statik Selektah
500 Benz
500 Benz

[Verse 1]
Took the business class seats back to NYC
Left LAX with a bag of the THC
Straight reekin’
Nowadays I bounce back in full each weekend
Shorter days, longer nights, from my lack of sleepin’
Thinkin’ when this bi-coastal life is just dreams and
Now a nigga headed west the cold seasons
Wrist below freezin’, chicks is strip teasin’
They only suck a nigga when a nigga succeedin’
If she a go-getter then she never will achieve ’em
Best believe, ’cause all I do is fuckin’ lead ’em
Off in the right direction, teacher lent me lessons
Reduce the stress and balance out the imperfections
Hundred folded in my lap like many blessings
Every night ‘fore I take the chance, I ask questions
Somethin’ like, can you meet me at the Westin?
And after I fuck you, girl can I fuck your best friend?
Fuck it, I’m just shootin’ all my shots now
Hard to be humble, when you ridin’ with your top down
Picture me rollin’ up in my SL500 Benz
Mami sip on the potion while her hair blowin’ in the wind
I’m just tryna win but they hatin’ from the sideline
These niggas watch mine like a nigga primetime
I’m ten thousand feet right above your skyline
Sippin’ on the fine wine, the only thing on my mind

[Chorus]
500 Benz, AMG package
’95 classic, rare Gucci jacket
With the Cartier glasses, just to match it

[Verse 2]
So anytime I’m pullin’ off, it’s getaway fashion
Coppers’ll never catch him, I got hustler’s passion
Chick in my passenger seat, she lookin’ like she came out the pageant
And he down for anything that I ask or imagine
So I hit the corner store and copped a pack of the Magnums, shit
‘Cause I ain’t playin’ no games
Lil R&B chick and I ain’t sayin’ no names
Let her rock the mic and give a nigga soul brain
By the time this shit drops she’ll prolly be my old thang
I’m just young and livin’, pullin’ many women
If you was in my shoes, I bet you couldn’t say you wouldn’t
Been in the deep end since I got my foot in
Now these niggas wanna ride the wave all of a sudden

[Chorus]
SL500 Benz with the AMG package
And the rare Gucci jacket, Cartier glasses, just to match it
Cartier glasses, just to match it
I said
SL500 Benz with the rare Gucci jacket
And the AMG package
Cartier glasses, just to match it
Match it, Cartier glasses, just to match it, skrrt

[Outro]
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it
500 Benz
Match it, match it
500 Benz
500 Benz

Squidnice – Trap By My Lonely

[Intro]
Don’t you ever being scared business to me
You lookin’ at the toughest, rass’clat Jamaican in the United States of America
I run shit
I kill for nothing
I make lots of money and deal out the business
Don’t bring that shit to me again
Ya’ hear me?

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

[Verse 1]
I flex everyday of the week
White girls love the way that I speak
Ya’ll heard lil’ Xane on the beat
Fuck around wit’ niggas leave your brains on the street
Fuckin’ with me that’s a bad situation
Got no patience, turn you into a patient
Fuck your bitch, but don’t get crazy
It’s a man’s world stop actin’ like a lady
Who you know on IG with a thousands followers actin’ famous?
Who you know in the NYC with a flow too hot like Jamaica?
My time, no time, Warner Cable
Do the math nigga you should know your times tables
Got the raw papers, and the fronto leaf, rollin’ up paper
My teeth is golden , she got lil’ titties, she gon’ still show them, ayy
She wet like the ocean, pull out a Trojan, give her the motion, ayy
My pupils is bulgin’, grindin’ my teeth, my nigga I’m rollin’, ayy
But I’m a stoner, I’m gettin’ zooted, I’m leanin’ over, ayy

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

[Verse 2]
How ya act like you don’t like me, nigga?
But you gon’ act just like me, nigga?
You mad that your girlfriend like me, nigga?
And she like girls just like me, nigga
You don’t fuck with me, I dont fuck with you neither
Heating up the heater have him running like a cheetah
Fuck yo bitch, make an onomatopoeia
After that happen, I ain’t really wanna see her
Everything you can do, I can do better
Hotter then a sweater in the summertime weather
SquidNice make your boyfriend get jealous
I could be you but I’m way too clever
I don’t fuck with my pops, he don’t fuck with me neither
I’ma kill him when I’m see him, go 7:30 PM
Swear to god he a bitch nigga like Madea
Niggas can’t see me, John Cena
No you not like me, nigga
My life like a movie no Spike Lee, nigga
I am not a motherfuckin’ hypebeast, nigga
I TYB in a white tee, nigga
NYC niggas know where I be, nigga
Put the location on IG, nigga
If a nigga gon’ try find me, nigga
I’ma have his ass layin’ on the concrete, nigga

[Chorus]
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy
Sometimes I trap by my lonely
And sometimes I trap with my homies, ayy
I cannot lack, keep it on me
Niggas is chattin’ they act like they know me, ayy
Niggas they fake and they phonies
Say they go ham, I know they bologna, ayy
Lil’ nigga I got it on me, I got it on me, I got it on me, ayy

Kiss kiss – Mohombi feat. Ardian Bujupi lyrics

Lyrics Mohombi – Kiss kiss

This one goes out to all the real women in the world
DJ R’an and Mohombi.(kiss kiss)

Lets gooo
We got laid in NYC

Ohhhh – yeaaahhh (ladieees)
Bam-bam-bam-bam (Boom)

You got it, and I gotta have it
Sexually healing (talk to me now).

You’re like a remedy, remedy
Shot in my body
Stuck in my heart (hayyy).

I got a feeling that you’re the one
And I cant get enough
Everyday you show me the reason why I belong with youu-uuuuu.

Spend the rest of my la-la-laaa-life
Bring you all of my la-la-laaa-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you.

Spend the rest of my life
Bring you all of my love
baby if you want me now
shut up and kiss you.

Give me a kiss
(Right-na-naaa-nooow)
Sweet little kiss
Give me a kiss
(Right-na-na-nooow)
Sweet little kiss.

Give me a kiss I know you
won’t forget to close your eyes
Now everything is
Happening slowling
Versuri-lyrics.info
Your Body is coming, closer to mine.
I wanna Control your mind.
Down to your neck like my tongue cold as ice
Girl, I want it twice
Come with me and
Let me lay you down tonight.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooooo).

Shut up and Kiss you

Spend the rest of my life
Bring you all of my love
baby if you want me now
shut up and kiss you
shut up and kiss you.

Just what im doing
I move ya
Ladies the kiss kiss
Alili, dance to beats mate
My whip
Dreamin to hold tight
Mahan
D-d-d-dj, run a replay
Lick a shot, let the girl move the party
Slow wife, starts wine
Everybodyy (get sexy)
Make it messyy (yeah)
Ooooooooo (brah-brah-brah).

Lets go
Hands up
Lets party all night
Lets go
Ladies if you are feeling alright
Lets go kiss-kiss to the morninglight
Lets go, make me want this for the
rest of my lifeeeee.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooooo)

Send the rest of my life
Bring you all of my lovd
baby if I want me now
shut up and kiss you.

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss you (mua-mua-oooo)

Spend the rest of my la-la-la-life
Bring you all of my la-la-la-love
Baby if you want me na-na-now
Ima shut up and kiss youuu.
MOhombi lyrics
Video Mohombi

Grouplove – Don’t Stop Making It Happen

Take it back to Saturday
I was in a k-hole
Laying out in the pouring rain
On and on and on, oh no
I could take the sky away
Put it in a payphone
Calling out all my mistakes
‘Cause you don’t know, you don’t know

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..

You’re the one who got away
And I just can’t let go
How my mind keeps playing games
Dropping in before I drop out
Something ’bout that love we made
Put it in a payphone
Called you up, just had to say that
You don’t know, you don’t know

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..

All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
In your private jet, yeah getting wet
All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
Yeah getting wet, getting wet

Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for..
Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for me

Don’t stop making it happen
I can’t take it no more
Don’t stop making it happen
‘Cause you’re the only one for me

Larry June – The Scale

Damn, shit,God help, shit, teehee,God damn aye
I hope the police don’t raid X2

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

Damnit they done hit the door it’s 5 in the morning

I’m fresh out the pussy and a Nigga still yawning

Specolli hit my line said the label tryin ta sign me

I was whiping up a kick with a Bitch name Susie

On my, on my way to NYC, I just sent my ho to Boston

All my luggage, Louis V

I’m a mother fuckin baller

When I slide thru the score

I keep big .44 with the flash light on it like I’m tryna see something

Keep the battery acid in the trap case’ I gotta dump it

Nigga you a cat run up on a nigga hit him with the strap

Snitch

Hiding in the burbs’ nigga where you at?

Watch your feet on that rug ho I spent like five thousand

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
Damn,shit,god,help,shit,tehee,god,damn, aye
I hope the police don’t raid

Big .45 HK on the handle

Bitch you got hella ass let me see what happening

Mob to the rich I’m with coop he keep hammers

30 dick on it, man this life I live is savage

The bitch drive a jag, but that ho ain’t got no money

A pimp like me a have that bitch living lovely

My bitches rock Rollie’s and they got a thousand clutches

In the projects we keep the chopper by the bushes

Ayeeee
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

Miranda Lambert – Six Degrees Of Seperation lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can’t seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain’t moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I’ll be damned, he started playing our song

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
But I’m out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

[Verse 2]
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I’ve been here before

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
I’m out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

Well, it’s six degrees of separation
Yeah, it’s six degrees of separation

[Outro]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979

A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
In the box with the capital G, balling the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles’ll bleed, ’cause I believe
The potent and the quote will have ya geek like speed
If rationale is naturale, then we’ll weave
It’s all edges and peaks
Settin’ picks, we on a permanent steez
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chemtrails droppin’ poisonous vapors
Had to shake her like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I’ll DVR for later
Cop a [?] with a [?]
You can’t define us, XYZ-Z, it’s the generation
Elitists have you cheatin’, virtual think pieces
See, these written words provided by science, brains defying
Thoughts heavy, baby, they’re a major appliance
Leave a [?] flyest [?] through a giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some bias, yeah, nigga, cool with some brothers
Never know tattletales, only ya’ll don’t know us
Yeah, show me, generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, [?]
Mouthpiece like [?] with a jubilant noise
Dude’s rude and it’s useless as coin, shoot ’em boys
Versed and rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soul
It’s the highest in commodity grade and you could get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
One hit and readin’ pages of Poe
Telly is low, Cuddlebunny ready to go
Day of the dead, bury all the zombies instead
And it’s just your aftermath, Busta cuttin’ your dreads
Bruce Leein’ niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
Surge pricing on these Ubers, I’mma get me a cab
Yo, where Jarobi at?
I’m vibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
[?] been waiting for a Jets title since last
Picture Todd-Todd Bowles, Gang Green on that ass
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes it’s my sermon you’re getting
Horizontal spittin’, I’m the exorcist of your writtens
Don’t interrupt me, nigga
Sorry, that’s a sin I’m forgiving
Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait
Nah, just out the package, dry and bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set
Phife, student of the past, trailblazing the day
Now they knowledge’in and tryin’ ta swept up in a phase
It’s the highest of commodity grade and you could get it-get it-get it-get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Dis generation
Rules the nation

[Outro]
This is our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah