Skepta – Pure Water Lyrics

[Intro] Gently down the stream Sk level Row, row, row, row your boat gently down the stream Niggas sleepin’ on me must be sippin’ on the lean Greaze She knows I be the boss of life Still Roll Deep She knows, she knows, she knows She knows [Verse 1] I, wake up, brush my teeth, choose an outfit Big racks in my account, I get paid Everyday smoke the loudest I get packs in by the ounce I just blaze And I got tings from back in the day Still ringing me down I’m on stage But I want no stress Bruddah tryna control S coming around to get saved I don’t wanna war let’s make peace Good energies make the stacks increase Girls in the North, West, South and the East Big batty make the mandem say jheeze I’m not a gentleman I’m an African man That’s what I said to the priest So you know I stay smoking trees And the buds in the zip pack looking obese [Pre-Chorus] I just came back from Mars in my new spaceship, it was a perfect landing (Perfect!) What d’you mean, what d’you mean, I’m a king she’s a queen Man you know what’s happening (sex) Nowadays they call me ginger bread man ‘cah they just can’t catch him All the ladies love man, I love them too, we got an understanding [Chorus] Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life Pure water and lots of ice, she knows that I be the boss of life City on lock from the left to the right Bare girls, how am I meant to decide [Verse 2] She weren’t feelin’ the old me, I bet she’s feelin’ my new shit I told her we gotta keep it true, told her we gotta move as a unit I had to chat to Cupid, said, “little man you know I ain’t stupid” Told you that it’s more than music, paps outside tryna get an exclusive Instead of looking for the top boy, must’ve been looking for me but who’s asking I clocked the game I’m still barrin’, please don’t speak to me when I’m dancing Everyday they pray that I fall off, I’m popping up like “what’s gwarning?” They say a girl is …

AMG – Tha Booty Up Lyrics

Check it out… [Verse 1] If you’ve got big ol’ booty This new dance’ll be real groovy (Shake it baby, don’t you break it It took your mama 9 months to make it) Bring me that big derriere The one who’s got all that fake hair And then we’ll see who can do this right Y’all step back ‘cause I can do this all night [Chorus] The booty up, tha booty up Who can do the booty up? The booty up, tha booty up You can do the booty up The booty up, tha booty up Who can do the booty up? The booty up, tha booty up You can do the booty up The booty up, tha booty up Who can do the booty up? The booty up, tha booty up You can do the booty up [Outro ad-libs] The booty up, tha booty up You can do the booty up The booty up, tha booty up Who can do the booty up? The booty up, tha booty up You can do the booty up [Interlude] Ha, my fellow booty up brothas and sistas, ha I want y’all to get out on the floor And we gon’ commence to do the booty up We’re gonna do it on the count of one No, we’re gonna do it when we wanna do it, ha Come on y’all and let’s do the booty up [Verse 3] You can do the booty up doggystyle And remember never trust a big butt and a smile Take it from a man who studied Bootyology I can Monopoly and still do it properly Everywhere I go, and everywhere I turn I say the booty up, and people wanna learn But I just laugh and say I gotta go (‘Cause I gotta rest my booty ‘cause it’s kinda sore) [Chorus] The booty up, tha booty up Who can do the booty up? The booty up, tha booty up You can do the booty up [Verse 2] Way way way past O-eight-double-O I’ll do the booty up ’til 10 o’clock tomorrow But I need a booty that’s big and round Just like the bass comin’ out my sounds, yo Skip all the rigmorale When I’m at a show, no bougie or hoes Big butt girls are gonna clap for me (When I stick out my booty, and mack to the freaks) It’s better than a brand new …

6ix9ine – Inferno Lyrics

[Verse 1] Young nigga stay wildin’ Scum niggas on violent BX, Long Island [?] sirens Ride ’round with them thangs out Niggas don’t wanna bang out Y’all ain’t got that gun talk Y’all ain’t got that gun talk Move ki on weekend Move ki on weekend Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man I’m on the block with the guns out You don’t wanna get gun down I’m from that block boy I’m from that block boy 16 on my Glock now Pussy nigga get shot down You don’t want no war, man You don’t want no war, man Scum Gang niggas know me Scum Gang niggas know me On the block catch a felony On the block catch a felony [Hook] On the mayhem or the violence Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest On the mayhem or the violence Pussy nigga be quiet Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest On the mayhem or the violence Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest On the mayhem or the violence Pussy nigga be quiet Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest [Bridge] Yeah, rollin’ with my niggas, rollin’ with my squad squadron I say yeah, we don’t know them niggas, so we [?] [Verse 2] Bitches on with the big dick 6IX9INE ain’t no [?], bitch Bitches know I get down Bitches know I get down I be on the block [?] With the coke do the hocus pocus 360 with the wrist gang Watch me whipping to a hurricane Niggas know I’m gettin’ guala Guala guala, I’m in Guatemala Half Rican, half Mexican Put it through your resume I do this for my young niggas Do this for my Scum niggas Can’t fuck with a fuck nigga Throw your middle fingers up, nigga [Hook] On the mayhem or the violence Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest On the mayhem or the violence Pussy nigga be quiet Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest On the mayhem or the violence Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest Scum Gang we the wildest On the mayhem or the violence Pussy nigga be quiet Scum Gang we the wildest …

Wale – Salary Kaep Lyrics

(raaar, raaar) West side, I’ma ride, doing suicides West side, I’ma ride, playing old ‘Pac A sports top, I hope it’s seven [?] I’ma sit court side, with a broad with with a clique like Fort Knox With a broad with the shit because she pro too And she hate fake hoes but the [?] Uhm stop, lack is never going out of style Look at Melo, Sniper and Lebron And then LaMelo, then they get to Zion I ain’t even lyin’, not a people person but I do be havin’ colored people pride What you need, some visine to see the vibe, nigga? we gone fight power Chuck a duece [?] I just had a baby girl and I’m so proud And she so, so smart and she’s so brown I’ma hold mine down, what are you about? Me and my people need to rise up and see that our people be the prime ‘Less you well endowed [?] [?] bitch I see it twice [Chorus] Run that back, run that back Soldier with militant raps on deck Whole ‘nother level, white boy tryna kill me Whole lotta melanin, black don’t crack And I’m in my bag, am I bad? I’m unapologetic, be forever pro-black No Nazi gonna stop my bag Spray a whole magazine on a red MAGA hat like…. It’s something that’s not happening And I’ve seen videos, I’ve seen certain circumstances where men and women who have been in the military have come back and been treated unjustly by the country they fought for, and have been murdered by the country they fought for – on our land.” [Chorus] Hold Up! I’m unapologetic, be forever pro-black No Nazi gonna stop this bag Infrared beam on confederate flag [Verse] I ain’t with the rhetoric the president be on Forever with my niggas in the level that we on Count ’em on your fingers Tryna put on for the city Put a bullet in a nigga, call me nigga and he wrong Look, you a coward nigga, eat a dick Shoutout [?], rocking E and shit MMG this is the DMV Free Trell, Flock [?] and the rest Khaled, nigga, We The Best Call Goodell, we need to speak and shit Rap a piece about that CTE And give Kaep-ernick a new team to check Right now ’cause Shit gettin’ deep for us right now They killin’ our …

Madonna – It’s So Cool Lyrics

[Verse 1] It’s so hard to be someone It’s so hard to be unknown In your heart you are to blame In your heart you play the game [Verse 2] Do you realize you pay the price Do you know the cost of all your vice Save your soul, it’s all a test Save your soul, it’s for the best [Chorus 1] We need love (Love, love, love, love) We need love (Love, love, love, love) We need love (Love, love, love, love) We need love (Love, love, love, love) [Verse 3] Save your soul, little sister Save your soul, dear little brother You need hope, says the preacher Learn to cope, says all my teachers [Verse 4] Do you really know God’s intention Do you ever ask what it’s all for We need love, love and love We need more, more and more [Chorus 1] [x2] [Verse 5] Prophets are telling us We’re near the end But I am telling you That it’s all pretend [Chorus 2] [x2] It’s so cool to be uncool It’s so right to be unright It’s so good to look so bad Isn’t this the best thing you ever had [Chorus 1] [x2]

Rob $tone – Party at My House Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, hey Renegade, renegade, renegade Hey, damn [Chorus] I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah) Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay) Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah) Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches [Verse 1] Damn I wish I had bitches, ay (what the fuck?) I always had bitches, hey (hey) Ain’t no going HAM ’cause that shit bad bidness (yeah) I mix my lean up with my [?] like I ain’t had [?] (yeah) I gotta fucking suck, and fucking up [?] (up [?]) She said “I wish you’d love me back, if I could have one wish” (ay) I said “I cannot love you bitch, ’cause we’ll take bad bitches” (bad bitches) You know just how I’m comin’ in, ’cause I get bags like [?] (ay) Get back from me, nigga, you don’t have no sense (what?) These diamonds look like lightning on me, I’mma charge you for the show (yeah) And I’mma sit back, crack a forty, and just stack my chips (ay) You know I’m only talkin’ money, ’bouta call up all the homies, ay (yeah) [Chorus] I told my boy to bring the packs in, ay You know tonight we goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay I told your ho to bring a bad friend (bring a bad friend), ay Six in the morning, goin’ way up (goin’ way up), ay Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah) Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (ay) Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches (yeah) Say it’s a party at my house, bring the bad bitches [Verse 2] It ain’t a party with no weed, roll a blunt up (yeah) I swear at every party I be geekin’ ’til the sun up (ay) I push the stuff, the Lamborghini, not the Honda (haha) I push up on a model bitch, bikini made of Prada, ay (ay) I’m wild (yeah), all my bitches got …

Modestep – Summer lyrics

[Intro] (I just can’t wait until the summer) [Chorus] I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When I meet with you again, yeah I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When I meet with you again, yeah [Buildup] I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t wait until the summer, summer, summer [Drop] I just can’t wait until the su- (M-meet with you again) I just can’t wait until the su- [Pre-Chorus] I just can’t wait until another When I have nothing over mine I just can’t wait to rediscover When I meet with you again [Chorus] I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When I meet with you again, yeah I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When my spirit’s free, no one stopping me, now I just can’t wait until the summer (summer) When I meet with you again, yeah [Buildup] I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t wait until the summer, summer, summer [Drop] I just can’t wait until the su- (M-meet with you again) I just can’t wait until the su- [Outro] I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t (wait, wait, wait) I just can’t (wait, wait, wait)

SHVPES – Undertones lyrics

I dig my way through the dirt and the undertones Waiting for my cue But for all you know Go I got no morbid fascination I’m a slave every god damn minute til you’re done You think you’re burning me out Nothing I can do Start running oh Start running Cos you’re playing with fire for a pocket full Start running oh Start running Crawling out through the smoke It’s like murder she wrote Now I’m here for you I’m addicted to vengeance Pulling moths into flames Til I’m done with you I’ll wait to burn this party down Your pockets might be swelling butty teeth sink deeper Just when you think you’re in heaven I’ll be coming with the reaper Watch me turn I dig my way through the dirt and the undertones Holding out for you Well for all you know Go I’ll sit in silence while you dig your grave Pace yourself Your days are numbered they belong to me Pace yourself Pace yourself I’ll sit in silence while you dig your grave Your days are numbered they belong to me Kick it

Trenton – Don’t Hide Yourself lyrics

Sifting through the pages An atlas from a life left un-lived Inside there is a beauty unknown You hide it like a secret Bolting every door in your sight Now solitude is taking your light Drifter in this wasteland Frozen in the stillness of thought Nothing goes to waste in this place (Time is moving forward) Caught up in a notion of the heart When drowning in the ocean is your way out Playing every game you’ve rigged to lose Against the stars Don’t hide yourself Time will leave you in the haze Don’t hide yourself in the dark Pushing through the breakdown To find a revelation you lost When the promised land is all that you seek Blood will stain the pavement of your dreams It takes a heart of stone to feel the burning Running with your eyes fixed on the ground Lift your eyes my love Don’t hide yourself Time will leave you in the haze Don’t hide yourself in the dark Don’t hide yourself Though everyone has lost their way Don’t hide yourself in the dark Driving with your past against the sun A painted face with smile lines and focus I promise you the story’s just begun Here you are Don’t hide yourself Time will leave you in the haze Don’t hide yourself in the dark Don’t hide yourself Though everyone has lost their way Don’t hide yourself in the dark

Snow Patrol – Empress lyrics

You’re angry but you don’t know how to be that yet It seems too much went wrong and all at once Resistance seems impossible from down this low And surely no one else can feel like this But on the streets You can see them gathering And in your heart You know they feel like you do Sound imposed and volume Hands just reaching other hands This is almost over I said almost over Friends and foes and princes Are all just human in the end This is all damn simple, yeah It’s all damn simple So standing in the steady throne of restless oath You don’t feel like an outcast anymore And something deep inside of you has waken up And you know that nothing’s gonna be the same again But on the streets You can see for what seems miles Because in your heart You know they feel like you do Sound imposed and volume Hands just reaching other hands This is almost over I said almost over Friends and foes and princes Are all just human in the end This is all damn simple, yeah It’s all damn simple I won’t be still It may not again You don’t think it will But it will Sound imposed and volume Hand just reaching other hands This is all damn simple, yeah It’s all damn simple This is all damn simple, yeah This is all damn simple This is all damn simple, yeah This is all damn simple

Little Big – Faradenza lyrics

[Verse 1] Dance up, Faradenza La poca de la coca Gran de la [?] vi la vida loca Gusto rico dante [?] power [?] konnichiuahua [Pre-Chorus] Ra-ta-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Dance up, Faradenza Ra-ta-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Dance up, Faradenza [Chorus] Dance up, dance up Dance up, Faradenza Dance up, dance up Dance up, Faradenza Dance up, dance up Dance up, Faradenza Dance up, dance up Dance up, Faradenza [Verse 2] Dance up, Faradenza [?] [?] el casa hands up konnichiuahua Gusto rico dante [?] power Dance up, Faradenza Sorry paradox [?] [Chorus] [?] [Pre-Chorus] Ra-ta-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Dance up, Faradenza Ra-ta-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Dance up, Faradenza Ra-ta-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Dance up, Faradenza Ra-ta-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Dance up, Faradenza

Paulo Londra – Dimelo lyrics

[Intro] O-O-Ovy On The Drums [Coro] Dímelo, si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (confiésalo) Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena Vamo’, mami, dímelo Si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena [Verso 1] La cosa es muy simple, les voy a contar Ella tiene un pibe que no molesta No sé si es el ex o el de ahora Pero eso no importa, conmigo ella está (ey) Por eso salimos encapucha’os Yo soy en verda’ el que la tiene mal El otro nos vive buscando, parece que comió la peli de Slenderman No sé qué más, no sé qué más Odiamos el día y la noche na’ Es una vampira y yo Dracula Pasamo’ la vida en la oscurida’ Solamente nos pasamos el rato pensando en como salir sin que nos vean Y es que los bocones que molestan se quedan en la casita viendo novelas Ay-ay-ay (wuh) Ay-ay-ay (yeah) Ay-ay-ay (shiuf) Ay-ay-ay (prrr) Ay-ay-ay (shiuf) Ay-ay-ay No perdamos sin que puedan seguir los pasos, ma’ [Coro] Dímelo, si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (confiésalo) Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena Vamo’, mami, dímelo Si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (-fiésalo) Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena [Verso 2] Ey, mami, mami, dímelo (-melo) Soy un loco en el amor (prrr) Tú me dices si lo callo (shiuf) El cabrón es muy bocón (prr-ay) Ay-ay-ay, dilo ma’ Soy todo oídos pa’ tu boca Y tu boquita toda mía Viste man, chao papá [Puente] Ma-Mami yo no tengo miedo para fugarme (-garme) Mira mi bolsillo, ya está listo el pasaje (pasaje) Sólo lo propongo, no quiero intimidarte (-midarte) Pero cuando quiera’ no vamo’ pa’ otra parte (otra parte) [Coro] Dímelo (dímelo), si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (confiésalo) Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena Vamo’, mami, dímelo Si el cabrón no vale la pena, no vale la pena Vamo’, ma’, confiésalo (-fiésalo) Y lo borramo’ de la escena, borramo’ de la escena [Outro] ¡Shiuf! Ovy On The Drums, On The Drums, On The Drums Yeah-eh-eh Paulo Londra …

Dr. Dre – 12 Steps To Recovery lyrics

I’m too in love with this shit, plus I came too far to quit And it was in nine Five I got sick of niggas trippin’ and shit, so I started building my label, sometime in 9 6 Six Adjust the levels on my mic so it’s loud and clear (testing) This is something that I want the whole world to hear (world to hear) Seven I’m tired of niggas blaming sales on the industry The music ain’t shit, and personally it’s offending me Twelve steps to recovery Fuckin’ with the D R, find yourself an E R Need CPR, do you know who we are? Break out your fucking swishes Light up your fuckin’ weed I’d like to introduce you all to The Chronic III It’s D R period Dre motherfucka Back to set the record straight for motherfuckers I gotta be the number one supplier I keep you higher than Richard Pryor I been the dope man since ’86 (’86) From a nigga with a attitude to a nigga that’s fucking rich I’m feeling better than I’ve ever been A lot stronger, plus I got a bet I win (bet I win) I’m taking all bets, fuck it I’m all in And when I’m finished with this business I will be number One (one one) Started out on the turn tables with little [?] tables turned You can’t imagine what my label earned I gross more in a year than most niggas make in their whole career I’m only here Two (two two) Make sure I shake up your rear view And you niggas could not see me with a clear view If I was you I’d probably hate me too ‘Cause yeah you got a budget but you can’t fit Dre in it, it’s Three (three three) Album solo, that Aftermath logo, platinum plus ’cause I don’t go gold You know my stacks ain’t got enough wall for all my plaques Niggas actin’ like I wasn’t coming back Four More? Love cognac and cigars, so high I don’t see y’all On a whole ‘nother level, that’s why I couldn’t be y’all Eight Straight summers they’ve been patiently waiting And I’d like to thank you all for being patient I’d like to shout out all the critics for hating ‘Cause you’ve only been the fuel for my motivation Nine You cat’s lives is limited While I got black …

Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

[Chorus] I just wanna fuck Demi Nut on her titties Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it I just wanna fuck Demi Bitch fuck with me I know you like Charlie Bitch don’t be stingy [Verse: Comethazine] Take off your top, take off your socks I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot Bitch I like that Let me hit it from the back Let me take off my pants Let me put away my strauss Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house Let’s go fuck some bands up Blow a hunnid thousand Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff Baby lets duck off Lets go smoke some buff Lets go hit the stu I know you like to sing You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing But your ass will and when you do it sober Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder I just signed a deal My wrist got colder I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older [Chorus] I just wanna fuck Demi Nut on her titties Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it I just wanna fuck Demi Bitch fuck with me I know you like Charlie Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi Nut on her titties Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it I just wanna fuck Demi Bitch fuck with me I know you like Charlie Bitch don’t be stingy

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Are you dumb? You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21) Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock Do it for the game, never for the fame Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins Woooh [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch [Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo You ain’t ready for this clout Ay, keep my name out your mouth Are you stupid? Watch your mouth, watch your mouth You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch Are you stupid? Hitmaka! Psh! [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] “Draco hold how many?” What your friends say Yagi makin’ moves like sensei “Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight Woooh [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch …