Paloma Faith – Warrior lyrics

[Verse 1] Break down, tears fall to the ground Tell myself: “Do it, nothing can be found” When you’re a fighter You’re a fighter You’re a fighter, fight on baby [Verse 2] Some days I’m sure I lose to fate Some days I cannot find my faith But I just fight on I just fight on I just fight on baby, baby [Pre-Chorus] And I am a wounded warrior And now that the enemy is closing in I am a wounded warrior Looking for someone to let me in [Chorus] Black and blue, I’m begging you Take me in, I’m surrendering Black and blue, but if I’m with you If I’m with you, I’ll live to fight on through [Verse 3] I’ll let go, walk into the unknown If I surrender, if I lay my arms down Am I a fighter? Am I a fighter? Cause I’ve been fighting so long baby [Pre-Chorus] And I am a wounded warrior And now that the enemy is closing in I am a wounded warrior Looking for someone to let me in [Chorus] Black and blue, I’m begging you Take me in, I’m surrendering Black and blue, but if I’m with you If I’m with you, I’ll live to fight on through [Bridge] I am a wounded warrior And now that the enemy is closing in I am a wounded warrior Looking for someone to let me in I am wounded warrior Now that the enemy is closing in Closing in Looking for someone to let me in, oh! [Chorus] Black and blue, I’m begging you Take me in, I’m surrendering Black and blue, but if I’m with you If I’m with you, I’ll live to fight on through

Doja Cat – NINTENDHOE Lyrics

(Ha, oh yeahhh) Can I get a hell… yeah? [Hook 2] Can I get a hell yeah? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh (Fight!) Can I get a hell… yeah? (Oh yeahhh!) Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah? Can, can, can, can, can, can, can…. (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Master of my craft never played minecraft Look how my mind crafts things Be on my halo tings Look at my sonic rings Ahooga don’t push me I hadouken Hear the “toasty”? (Yeah yeahhh!) Can I get a hell… yeah? (Nigga) Can I get a hell… yeah? (Nigga) Can I get a hell yeaaaah? Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah? (Fight!) Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah? Can I get a hell… yeah? [Pre-Hook] Shake that ass hoe (4x) Can I get a hell yeah? (Yah, yah!) Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah? (Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…) Can I get a hell yeah? Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo Then spend every penny of his bands and loot Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot Wawawawawawa what u wanna do? (Nigga) Can I get a hell yeah? (Nigga) Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah? (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…) [Verse 1] Bitch wanna roast me Cuz I got a xbox one I don’t even have no games All I play is gta My nigga got Franklin dick Livin in a franklin crib I’ma get frank lil bitch Why you on my frank like this Bitch I’m annual flossing VVS Yeah I play animal crossing Gamecube, 3DS I ain’t ever been poor Used to play sims 4 Put a lil wall round niggas Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool I don’t play fortnite fuck that Chun li when I street Fight Bust back You ain’t got combos whats that Rock bitches on mortal kombat It’s tricky to rock a rhyme Merk bitches on ssx Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah Mic check em like test test test I remember my downward spiral Back when I was playin Spyro When I never went out n lied low Way before my lil ass went viral Super smash bros You so ass though …

Rich The Kid – Lot On My Mind Lyrics

I see [?] Haha, you dig? [Intro] I see you. Young niggas get that bag, man Get that bag, stay humble Ya dig, and that’s that Get a rack packs and back backs These bitches, they been all at my neck (lil bitch!) These bitches, all in my call log You ain’t put your team on, you ain’t a boss, dog Can’t even let these niggas close Jealous homies set you up and now you smoke (now you smoke) You just spent up all the money, now you broke (now you broke) You been internet flexin’ for these hoes (hoes) Whole lot of friends turned to enemies Smile in my face and said they proud of me Now they lookin’ at me like I hit the lottery ‘Cause I’m rich but bitch, you ain’t gotta lie to me Ooh, I done watched some niggas change up They hit for me a couple pieces, we don’t chain tuck Too much ice, bust down, I’m still rained up And if some niggas wanna try me, get your brain fucked She gon’ fuck me ’cause I’m famous, post my picture up I call Boris, that’s my driver, he gone pick you up Couple losses but more wins, we still racked up On the road, doin’ shows, I’m so booked up [Vocal Break] [Verse 2] Ooh, Cartier on me Made my first mil’, shit I was still hungry Back then all them hoes, they was flexin’ on me See me on TV, now she sexin’ on me Got the Maybach, finna cop the Wraith on ’em Naw, for real they gon’ hate on me And I got your bitch been missin’, she gon’ wait on me Told double XL I was straight on it (haha) I’m finally rich, I knew that they would hate on me (rich!) They ran up in the crib and had the K on me I was slippin’, thank God that I’m livin’ ‘Cause it all could’ve been different ‘Bout to put these stars in my ceiling ‘Cause my bitch straight from heaven Rich Forever, bitch I’m in it Get a check then I spend it [Outro] R.I.P X, man You know what I’m sayin? I see you haters having problems Way too many problems Mic check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check, check, check [Verse 1] Ooh, where my mic check?

Eminem – Radio Freestyle 2 Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo (Huh, huh, huh, huh) Aight, aight (huh) Slim Shady Yo, yo, yo [Verse] It’s only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford But I’m more towards droppin’ an a cappella that’ll chop a fella To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin’ Developin’ anorexia while I’m standin’ next to ya Eatin’ a full course meal watchin’ you starve to death With an IV in your veins feedin’ you liquid darvocet Pumpin’ you full of drugs, pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receivin’ with the asses ripped out of they pants and given A less than 20 percent chance of livin’ Have a possible placement, it’s a hospital patient Storin’ the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, “I’m still alive!” Drivin’ a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pullin’ your Adam’s apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department, I’ve hired an arson To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment I’m a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with [Outro] Motherfucker Slim Shady, bitch Recognize For the 99 I’m on February 23rd