Peter Pan

Lil Wayne – Got Em Lyrics

Chef prepared dinner eating ass nigga
World renowned clit and feet and ass kisser
You best beware me you cheating ass nigga
Cos when she leave your ass I send a limo, not a cab nigga
It’s Carter Luther King she free at last nigga
I’m who she with when you can’t reach her ass nigga
I tell her it’s gon be okay then squeeze her hand then I
Make her feel younger than Peter Pan nigga

[Verse 1]
I done went blind on they ass
Come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass
Leave his ass behind girl, shine on his ass
How you spending time with me but serving time with his ass?
Deuces on his ass
Dining somewhere probably eating sushi on his ass
We probably somewhere quiet watching movies bout romance
I got you on an island with a booty full of sand, and you come back with that new booty and new boobies on his ass
And now, all of a sudden he wanna play husband, he wanna lay up and he wanna make up and he wanna straighten up and
It been too late for it
I renovate for him, now she say fuck him
Cos he ain’t bout shit, Let him know I got this
Girl tell him get off your dick

Tell him I say
Got em, got em, got em (she’s gone)
Got em, got em, got em (she’s gone)
I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got em, I got em, I got em

[Verse 2]
Lord I done went blind on they ass
Her fingers in my hair, and mine in her pants
She sit me on the chair and then she tie up my hands
She get on her hands standing, put her legs on my shoulder
69 on that ass, 7 days ____ i put this fire on her ass
So when he wanna fuck she be too tired for his ass
She used to think the stuff that she can buy for her ass
Now all she think about is stuff that I can try with that ass
And now all of a sudden he wanna play husband
He wanna lay cuddlin, He wanna make up and
He wanna straighten up and, A bit too late for it
I renovate for him, Then she say fuck him
Now it’s time (now it’s time)
For you to go and dye your hair blonde (alright, alright)
You’re one of a kind (twins), oh Lord (double trouble), Yeah
Now she’s mine, I’m sure she’ll let him know in her spare time
And fuck his response (fuck him), Oh Lord
Cos he ain’t bout shit, let him know I got this
Girl tell him get off your dick

Tell him I said
Got em, got em, got em, got em, got em, got em
I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got em, I got em, I got em

[Verse 3]
Lord I done went blind on their ass
Girl come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass
And grind on that ass
You tired of his ass and you tired of his lies
Time to spread your wings, open wide butterfly
Time to do your thing, rub your eyes butterfly
He was nothing but a fling, just some prize on the side
I know nothing’s what it seems, and you tried many times
Got the man of your dreams, then surprise “rise and shine” (Lord)
So now it’s time (time, girl)
It’s time for you to go off and do your thing, your own thing
And you should change your line
And before you leave give him back that small ring
It don’t bling

Now all of a sudden he wanna play husband
He wanna lay cuddlin
He wanna make up and
He wanna straighten up and
A bit too late for it
I renovate for him
Then we say fuck him
Cos he ain’t bout shit (Cos he ain’t bout shit)
Let him know I got this
Now when he call, her phone say “Side Bitch”
Tell him I say Got em
Tell him I say Got em, I got em, I got em, I got you, I got you
I got you, girl I got you

And you ain’t gotta worry cos I got you
And you ain’t gotta worry cos I got you
Fuck him, I got you, you got me, Got em

SahBabii – Boyfriend Lyrics

[Intro]
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your

[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (yeah)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet

[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Man that’s [?]
Like who gon’ pop it out
Baby I’ma fuck it, yeah, raw dog
Baby I’ma cum in that [?]
Baby I’ma pop it no sawed off
Drop it like a fuckin’ hot Pop-Tart
I can’t treat it like a thot thot
Gotta bust up in her mouth like a Pop Rock
I wanna be your nigga, girl, you got me in my feelings
I can’t even lie, baby, love over millions
Money buy can’t buy love nigga, show me your love dealer
I’ma fuck her mouth and leave her teeth under the pillow

[Chorus]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet

[Verse 2: T3]
I wanna be your boyfriend
Play wit that pussy like play pen
Fuckin’ that bitch, she get it in
Shawty better finish
Envision this dick, I leave it in
Halloween flow, I’m treatin’
Stackin’ my candy, that’s M&M’s
No, you can’t fuck me in the Benz
Baby, tell me somethin’ I didn’t
Know before when we was friends
Skate on me like Peter Pan
Baby wanna have this dream again
God she fine, that girl is a 10
[?]
Looked in your eyes and that’s when I said

[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet

[Outro: SahBabii]
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

6LACK – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Verse]
What your mouth when you let shit slide
Don’t you know I got way too much pride
Sneak this away on the other side
I turn your fucking way to a tide
I’m so fucking tight, somehow I still find the time
To kill little mourn by my rhymes
To kill little mourn by my pills
Then think a lil’ less about my fears
Then care more about your ears
I give a piece of me to everybody I meet
Not because they wanted is beacuse the prolly in need
Came in woke, but they prolly asleep
And in case, thinking if they make a meal
They’ll be free like me, no
I turn the nightmare right into a dream
I keep my sanity, ’cause I ain’t wanna seen, ya
I know I gotta be a rock like Dwayne
So, I’m tryna be a rock like Dwayne, Carter Rebert
Put that line in reverse, add a little reverb, ya
We work, so my niggas ain’t gonna be on T-Shirts
Watch me get my hands dirty with the rework
Damn, do I even have fans for this shit
To be rapping like these people understanding this shit
Is demanding and shit, but I stand for these kids
Like they stand for the kid, I’ma stand now we [?]
Crack a beer when I’m feelin’ piss
But I ain’t got nobody handle my bag
Even trolly [?]
Ever since my songs went plantinum like cisco
Like I they found a filter like [?], ay
But it’s okay, ’cause
If you down and you need a lil’ help, it’s a way
If you hatin’ and you feelin’ it’s a cure, it’s a ray

[Chorus]
I’m somewhere between humble and hell, nah
These niggas drop their second album then fell off
My nonchalant flow will never end right
It’ll be at they necks if it’s in sight
Squeezing until they crack a windpipe
Loosin’ the grip, have a lil’ remorse
You die now I wanna pull up in a Porsche
Word is I’m carrying the torch and I ain’t wanna share
So beware if you reach you get scortch

[Hook]
Ever since I jumped off the porch
I knew that I would grow to be the boy
The boy then grew to be the man
Learned how to kill a hook, Peter Pan
I’m tryna make the end stand out
But I’m so fucking outstanding
I’m so fucking outlanding and the out can’t win
Man’s not hot
I bear on to landslide was, yeah

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

Katy Perry – Act My Age lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m thirty-something going on thirteen
Still a sponge to everything
Saucer eyes wide, yeah, I still believe
And a sparkle in my steps
Smiling with my teeth

[Pre-Chorus]
They say that I might lose my Midas touch
They also say I may become irrelevant
But who the fuck are they anyway?
I don’t care what they say

[Chorus]
I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention man has made
No, I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
I won’t act my age
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
No, I won’t act my age

[Verse 2]
So, I recommend that you lose your mind
It was the only thing that was keeping me behind

[Pre-Chorus]
They say curb your curiosity
They also say prepare to amend your dreams
But who the fuck are they anyway?
I don’t care what they say

[Chorus]
‘Cause I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention man has made
No, I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
I won’t act my age (c’mon)
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
No, I won’t act my age

[Bridge]
How old would you be? Yeah
How old would you really be
If you didn’t know, yeah
How old you really were?
How old would you be? Yeah
How old would you really be
If you didn’t know (know)
How old you really were?
(Hey!)

[Chorus]
I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention man has made
No, I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
I won’t act my age
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
No, I won’t act my age

[Outro]
Oh-oh, I won’t act my age
Ooh, yeah, ooh
Ooh, yeah, ooh
I won’t act my age

XXXTENTACION – A GHETTO CHRISTMAS CAROL lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
It’s a vibe, yeah, feeling right, yeah
Keep it quiet, got a nigga throwed (yuh, yuh)
So much ice, yeah, fantasize, yeah
The city lights, got a nigga so, yeah, day and night
Through the day and night, through the day and night
Got a nigga so, yeah, day and night
Through the day and night, through the day and night
Through the day and night, through the day and night

[Verse]
Don’t crash, don’t crash, you’re movin’ too fast now
More cash, more cash, might throw it on her ass now
Butterfly on the whip, that’s a nigga doors
All my hoes super thick and don’t keep no legs closed
I got stripes like Adidas do, uh
My whip the color of Beetlejuice, uh
Peter Pan, Gucci fan, look at you, uh
Nigga you hatin’, you bitchin’, you, ay
Niggas be watchin’ like bitches and uh
Nigga quite frankly don’t get that shit, ay
These niggas bored, they irrelevant, ay
Niggas be watchin’, these niggas be

[Chorus]
It’s a vibe, yeah, feeling right, yeah
Keep it quiet, got a nigga throwed (yuh, yuh)
So much ice, yeah, fantasize, yeah
The city lights got a nigga so, yeah, day and night
Through the day and night, through the day and night
Got a nigga so, yeah, day and night
Through the day and night, through the day and night
Through the day and night, through the day and night

Chance The Rapper – Brain Cells (Demo) Lyrics

[Intro]
Watch cases are convenient hiding places
The value of drugs [?] is enormous
Recently, a huge supply of heroin was taken
It was concealed in a powdery, harmless shipment of 35 barrels of olive oil
The deadly drug was burned in an incinerator of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing
And more vicous, more deadly than these soul destroying drugs is the menace of marijuana

[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down

[Verse 1]
Uh, here’s a tab of acid for your ear
You’re the plastic, I’m the passion and the magic in the air
The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near
The labyrinth of Pan’s Lab is adamantly here
No assignments, book of rhyming and I’m drawing doodles
I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles
Ramadan, I’m the don of the diamond jewels
Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles
I’m a kamikaze and I’m kinda cuckoo
I could write a fucking book, non-Kamasutral
You niggas goofies, it’s a conflict that is kinda crucial
Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling, “I’m a neutral”
But I’ma let the bull pass like matadors
Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor
Metamorphoses and I’m a fuckin animorph
I used to go to school with Anna Fedele and Danny Whorf
Remember I used to bang with the bad ones
‘Til my grandmama told on her grandson
Mama said that I was way too handsome
To be throwing the hand’s son, breaking walls like Samson
But I’ma throw a tantrum ’til I’m on every Samsung
Sanyo and handheld and handgun
Please put ya lighter’s up ’til life is up, then light it up
And slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough
The nicest blunt, the nicest stuff
My niggas out here rapping a lot
I know you think you on, hiding Reggie sacks in your socks
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock
.4’s for 15, yeah my niggas, we be taxing a lot
Only the goofies, though, choking on a doobie though
My eyes do be low, two be rolled, remember days of the Rufio
Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man
Brrang dang to Lil’ B and bang a-rang to Peter Pan

[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
Uh, uh, uh-uh

[Verse 2]
Light a joint, or spliff it if you classy
Split a swisha witcha nigga if you ask me
There’s no skipping, hit it vividly and pass me
Don’t answer about your asthma
Or your issues or your Ashleys
It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite
Rims, Henny, and reminisce, nostalgia and M&M’s
Feminine’s getting intimate, cinnamon tone women
And homies could get they dividends, all broads is frivolous
Damn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate
Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger-affiliate
Sick twisted prick, dick sadistic
Son of a biscuit, man fuck this shit
Hold up, I need a roll up
Better yet, I need to roll up
Mama always glad Mary showed up
After the show, let’s put a zone up
Zone out, smoke up, blunts, bongs and [?]
Yep, haha

[Bridge]
I smoked too many Js right now
I smoked too many Js right now, right now, right now
I burned too many brain cells down
I burned too many brain cells down

[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I’m burning up my brain cells now
I’m burning up my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
Down, down, down-down

Lil Skies – Legendary Lyrics

[Verse]
I’ll punch you in the back, my hands come through your belly button
These rappers got dope beats but their lyrics ain’t nothing
They talk about giving love for their town and think they stunting
My team hit it out the park when your team be bunting
See I’m a kid who’s tryna live a dream
This lifestyle is a movie and I skip too many scenes
But when I look back it’s not as good as it seems
But I started from nothing and turned it all into a thing
But illuminati tryna tie me in a knot
But I’ll never go to hell cause I don’t want my soul to rot
Cause I’m only 13, in five more years I’ll be a man
And I’m gonna work hard, there’s no defeat in my plans
But I stand tall, stay strong cause I ain’t done son
Cause I pray to God that he lets me be number one
Cause I give more time and I think with my head
I popped up in this rap game just like some toaster bread
But on these beats I devour anybody
Who thinks they’re raw when they know they’re sour
You work for a couple minutes when I work for 8 hours
Go home, eat my dinner, than I take a long shower
They ask me why I act gold, cause I feel I really am
I go past the limit, go up high like I’m Peter Pan
I go hard young bull homie and I never sleep
These rappers 14 days cause they all too weak
But I just give it my all and I hope I never fall
But I’m destined for up so my team we gonna ball
When you ask me do I want to be famous? No
I wanna be legendary, that is the kid who makes the changes
I studies all the greats and gave it a lot of time
To let my bars lock up, I ain’t committing crimes
In these lines
Instead I’m sitting back putting my pain up in these lines
You feel the deepness in my songs as I flow along
But you can stand under me if you don’t understand
Growing up so fast I swear it’s hard to be a humble man
I’m wise, you could tell when you look into my eyes
You see nothing but stars that’s way up in the sky
I worked hard in my academy, you see me building strategy
I give effort, I don’t care who’s mad at me
Cause all this rap music is really helping me
And one day I wanna be known as a prodigy

[Hook]
Forget being famous
I wanna be legendary, the kid who makes the changes
I’m going down in history
I’m tryna be a beast
When it comes to ripping beats
Lil Skies’ll bring that heat
I said forget being famous
I wanna be legendary, the kid who makes the changes
I’m going down in history
I’m tryna be a beast
When it comes to ripping beats
Lil Skies’ll bring that heat

[Outro]
Yeah, making good music from the soul
We don’t believe in illuminati
Just keep it real and let the beat flow

Dave East – Peter Pan

[Intro]
Time changed, check out your mind frame
Got no times for mind games (grow up, nigga)
Grow up, nigga

[Verse 1]
He 37, think he 22
His mother work, he play the crib, just polishin’ his .22
Plus he eat up all the food but never grocery shop
Actin’ like he out lookin’ for a job but he know he not
He know the gossip, know what happen when Chad got locked up
He know who beefin’ like every weekend, his BM pop up
He keep makin’ promises, he gon’ help her
He never felt a hard time dealin’ with pressure
The youngin’ niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible
He shot a couple cats in the 90’s, few niggas never knew
He did a stretch for some domestic shit
He punched his ex after she told him, this some pussy you could never get
Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral
‘Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo
He realize shit changed, he had to hustle smarter
High temper, shape-up push back, he wanna cut his barber
He loved his father but through his life he could not trust him
Damn near 40, just realized he ain’t got nothin’
Had the green light for years, his connect hit the stop button
Back to nicklin’, dimin’, youngin’s on the block pumpin’

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 2]
Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the yard
He was bigger then, homies told him he should bodyguard
He was used to crack’s, ain’t know the price that molly cost
Youngin’s don’t pay him no mind, they figure he probably lost
They don’t know he grew up in the era where nobody soft
He tried to school ’em and gave ’em his own narcotic talk
Told him never stash your money and your work together
Never had no package when your body, it ain’t work forever
Found a nigga you could really trust, I think y’all work together
Never smoke, ridin’ with dope, rain is the perfect weather
So how you broke if you got all the answers?
You ain’t even got hoes workin’ and know all the dancers
Check this out, old head, we gon’ get it the way we know how
We ain’t takin’ deals, I coppin’ out, know we gon’ blow trial
You slow bringin’ it back so we just front you a whole now
Us young niggas get real money, I hope you know now
Everybody that ain’t here would be half his age
All he do is argue, been a minute since he had a fade
He got a mattress, he ain’t even got no sheets
Been in his mother crib for years and he ain’t even got no key

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Verse 3]
How you 40 and niggas pay you to look out?
He don’t miss a night at the club, don’t miss a cook out (not one)
Dishes in his mother crib, dirty garbage he ain’t took out (never)
But he could tell you who got pregnant, tell you who shook out
Some niggas fightin’ after younger girls like he still got it (still)
He never had it, had light static, he still hottin’
Youngin’s got him sippin’ lean, they got him pill poppin’ (percs)
This real knowledge, these niggas 40 and still plottin’ (watch ’em)

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Outro]
I blame it on the elder niggas that never helped us
We had to go get it, no guidance, nobody felt us
16 with more pocket money than your daddy
We was broke and we came up from nothin’, nigga, we gon’ brag
All this Gucci, we gon’ brag
Older niggas hatin’, not all of ’em I remember callin’ ’em, now they so mad
They ain’t reach their potential and live the life they want to live

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

Q Money – Work

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8

[Verse 1 – Uncle Murda:]
Bitch I let my money work in California
Bitch I’m with the mexicans, in Arizona
Bitch I’m talking pure white for every thousand grands
Bitch I’m talking white girls on the Peter Pan
Bitch I’m sitting at the light in some big shit
Talking big shit, listening to big shit
Quarter mill for my big chains, hey papi I need a hundred things
A hundred homie? Nigga you heard me a hundred things
Bitch I let my money work, I’m blowing thousands
Bitch I got my whole crew out of public housing
Town over tell me to tell Ross I got that
The police, the F boys, the DEA can’t stop that
That nina, that.40, that AK I pop that
That Louis, that Gucci that flossy I rock that
That new girl with epic insomnia I got that
I got that, nigga you heard me I got that

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8

[Verse 2 – French Montana:]
I’m putting overtime bitch I let my money work
You know I overgrind bitch now I’m 20 worth (milli)
Still riding dirty hanging on the stake
Talking 40 shard kit for the break
Me and Murda on the back block swerving
Higher than a motherfucker feel turbulence
I let my money twerk, twerk let the bitches smurk, smurk
Let the dogs go, let them drivers skurve
I know some average sis, I know some porn stars
I own some bentley sis, I got some sports car
Underground we spend that, little bars I in that
Hottest niggas we been that, fast cars we in that
Correct to try to save me, won’t see me on a warning poster
Stand up with the work, count on money all in one motion
I’m talking same damn time
Knowing I’m a make ’em when I was way back griding, coke boy

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8

Don Q – Oh You The Plug (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, plug
Yeah, yeah, kill ’em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I keep a shooter
They think I’m paranoid
I’m all alone and I’m high off these meds
And I think I’m hearin’ noises
I tripped off the lean, I’m back on the Henny
And I’m at it again
I bag up the Benz, I’m down on my pills
I’m back on them 10s
Lemme take ’em to the dark side
Bustin’ sales by the park slide
You see friends on the deep end
Just know you swimmin’ where the sharks ride
Same hoes wouldn’t look
They comment under my picture with heart eyes
I leap in the ‘rari with frog eyes
Press the button then the doors rise
My caliber different
I’m freakin’ in Neimans, they thought that I had an addiction
This clarity hittin’
The faster the cars, the badder the women
I’m not a regular nigga
I kick bitches out just like a defense
I put some bread on a nigga
Send him to God and askin’ forgiveness
I am ahead of you niggas
I know that you plannin’ on catchin’ me slippin’
I post by the store, they had my description
Note on the door, I had the eviction
Back seat of the Rolls parked
That’s where swear nigga, he ain’t ghost talk
Cold heart and it’s so dark
Get your wife, took around those parts

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Pay your lawyer just to beat the charges
Did a lot and I believe in karma
Eyes open, I can see the plotters
Supply the dealers and I feed the robbers
Read hatred from your body language
And it speakin’ so fluently
Two blocks like it’s two of me
I ain’t givin’ out opportunities
We packed Tonys in the lot
We hit the club through the back ’cause it’s protocol
Jack boys in the spot
You can’t get in with the strap, what you goin’ for?
When I ace up the light, it be goin’ off
I’m livin’ life, I ain’t showin’ off
I’m crusin’ dolos and he think I’m lackin’
But the shooters behind me can throw him off
These niggas I trusted
Hit movers so different so I started makin’ adjustments
Choppers all over the crib
This for the niggas just waitin’ to rush it
It is no tellin’ or what
You can get murdered for makin’ assumptions
I fell in love with the rush
I put a Perc’ in the eight and I crushed it
I’m a fast addict
I gotta go get the bag habit
I keep them stacks stackin’
You at home prayin’ your stash lastin’
And I can really go see the man
Take a trip and gon’ leave with grams
Come back home with a trap phone
And the kill 10 on the Peter Pan

[Chorus]
Oh, you the plug
Oh, you a killer
Oh, you a what?
I be with both
You ain’t familiar
I know the bangers
All of the gangstas
All of the hittas
Yeah, yeah
I know the scammers
All of the robbers
And all of the dealers
All of the what?
Oh, you a front street
You ain’t outside
When he come duck me
Is you gon’ ride?
Heard you like yeah
Jewelry snatched
You like the strap
You want it back?
Yeah, yeah

Curren$y – Froze (feat. Riff Raff) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, uh, mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don’t hit the line, I pass the interior
Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
Recline the top like Peter Pan drop
Drop a couple smells, top smells, top shelf
Ch-Ch-Cheddar melt
Fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara sauce on the seat belts, Versace fence
I’m Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!

[Hook]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underrated, overhated, fuck ’em, I’m a jet
Life on the set, nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don’t celebrate that touchdown yet
You soft as a night gown, clown, I see that right now
I’m cold, I’m froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I’m cold, I’m froze like put some coats on them children
‘Fore you let them outside
Getting strong off that green spinach, bitch; Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin’ a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, yeah
Introduce me to your best bitch, homie
Eyes can’t hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I’m cold, yeah

[Hook]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

Katy Perry – Act My Age (Witness Target Exclusive Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m thirty-something going on thirteen
Still a sponge to everything
Saucer eyes
Why, yeah, I still believe
And a sparkle in my steps
Smiling with my teeth
They say that I might lose my Midas touch
They also say I may become irrelevant

[Pre-Chorus]
But who the fuck are they anyway?
I don’t care what they say

[Chorus]
I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention that is made
No, I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
I won’t act my age
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
No, I won’t act my age

[Verse 2]
So, I recommend that you lose your mind
It was the only thing that was keeping me behind
They say curb your curiosity
They also say prepare to amend your dreams

[Pre-Chorus]
But who the fuck are they anyway?
I don’t care what they say

[Chorus]
‘Cause I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention that is made
No, I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
I won’t act my age (c’mon)
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
No, I won’t act my age

[Bridge]
How old would you be? Yeah
How old would you really be if you didn’t know, yeah, how old you really were?
How old would you be? Yeah
How old would you really be if you didn’t know, know, how old you really were?
Hey!

[Chorus]
I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention that is made
No, I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
I won’t act my age
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
No, I won’t act my age

[Outro]
I won’t act my age
Ooh, yeah, ooh
Ooh, yeah, ooh
I won’t act my age

SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

Citizen Shade – Break my fall

Feat. KENZ

A beauty queen with nowhere to be
All inside my head, all inside my head
She fights the trees, and rest a stream
It’s all inside my head, all inside my head

And I fell into a deep, deep sleep
And I fell into a deep, deep sleep

[KENZ:]
Oh, won’t you break, b-b-break, b-b-break my fall?
Oh, won’t you break, b-b-break, b-b-break my fall?

[KENZ:]
Under the hand never been a man,
It’s all inside my head, all inside my head
Peter Pan lost his Neverland
All inside my head, all inside my head

And I fell into a deep, deep sleep
And I fell into a deep, deep sleep

[KENZ:]
Oh, won’t you break, b-b-break, b-b-break my fall?
Oh, won’t you break, b-b-break, b-b-break my fall?

I don’t know anymore than I used to
If I’d had one choice, I would choose you
I don’t know anymore than I used to
If I’d had one choice, I would choose you

[KENZ:] (x2)
Oh, won’t you break, b-b-break, b-b-break my fall?
Oh, won’t you break, b-b-break, b-b-break my fall?

Shindy – Statements (English Translation) Lyrics

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

[Verse 1: Shindy]
I turn a Matchbox into an AMG, Ku’damm into a slot car racing track
All y’all Rufios, don’t fuck with a Peter Pan
And all y’all Ralfs, don’t fuck with a Michael
Dreams is a Panini scrapbook without a missing
Shindy for president – make rap great again
I do all this for the bitches like Maybelline
With purple bills, tears dry faster than with nice words
Hoes want to make out – Captain Morgan
Yeah, my ego’s bigger than Shaquille O’Neal
800 euro backpack – keep it real
Take the elevator to the skyline – Sonny-level
Badboy, badboy – Colin Farrell
Fifty thousand for hotels on my business record
What a life when bitches gives give thanks to me after sex
I’m balling other-worldly – Space Jam
That is no decadence, these are statements

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

[Verse 2: Bushido]
Yeah!
This shit brings me some millions annually
Your labels are sweet, my label is a traditional club
I’m not finished, retired rapper with million euro pension
Fuck it! Shindy will bring percentages, forever
Put my daughter to bed, play a match of Warcraft
Half an hour later, shots getting fired at the Borchardts
No airplay, fuck the radio
Dip the white bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar
Don’t ask me, if I retire, when Shindy goes platinum
I think I’ll go get a rolex if he goes platinum
Full beard, rap olympus – shoot at you – Zeus-thunderbolts
100k bank transfer, purpose: koi fish
I trigger state affairs with my name-dropping
Your drug dealer rap is a movie, dude – trainspotting
After show parties, small talk and shake-hands
I go to bed at 10 PM, dude, these are statements

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

Kelsea Ballerini – Peter Pan lyrics

[Verse One]
The smile, the charm, the words, the spark
Everything, you had it
I guess I had a naive heart, cause boy
I let you have it
You said I was your only
I never thought you’d leave me lonely

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re just a lost boy, with your head up in the clouds
You’re just a lost boy, never keep your feet on the ground
[Chorus]
You’re always gonna fly away, just because you know you can
You’re never gonna learn there’s no such place as Neverland
You don’t understand
You’ll never grow up
You’re never gonna be a man
Peter Pan

Deep down, I knew that you were too good to be true
Every piece and part of me wanted to believe in you
Now it’s happily ever never
I guess now I know better

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re just a lost boy, with your head up in the clouds
You’re just a lost boy, never keep your feet on the ground

[Chorus]
You’re always gonna fly away, just because you know you can
You’re never gonna learn there’s no such place as Neverland
You don’t understand
You’ll never grow up
You’re never gonna be a man
Peter Pan

[Bridge]
You’re just a lost boy, yeah, I know who you are
And you don’t know what you lost, boy
Too busy chasing stars

[Chorus]
And you’re always gonna fly away, just because you know you can
You’re never gonna learn there’s no such place as Neverland
You don’t understand
You’ll never grow up
You’re never gonna be a man

Yeah, you’ll never grow up
And you’re never gonna be a man
Peter Pan

Never gonna be a man