Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!) And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’ Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up? I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat) Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for? Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for [Refrain: Karlae] Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough [Chorus: Young Thug] I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Young Thug] I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck I slimed up my grandma Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo) I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff Way more money than you Ain’t no sympathy, no Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know? [Chorus: Young Thug] I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house I slime you out, you can …

Young Thug – Tsunami Lyrics

oh well, I could never not tell I’m not tryna do it well, buy Chanels for your tears [Chorus] Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’ Aviator Keyyz, right behind me Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate [Intro] Yeah Wheezy outta here [Chorus] Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’ Aviator Keyyz, right behind me Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate [Verse 1] Hundred thousand E’s I pull up with a hundred pounds of weed Aviator Chanel, double C’s I got every single kind out Told the girl ain’t no timeout I perfected this rhymin’ Nothin’ but foreigns I’m ridin’ in Finally rich and it’s showin’, and I’m lettin’ it I’ve been goin’ near the sun lately Everything that I’m in, yeah, it came, yeah I got 26 Cuban Doll chains, yeah Nigga takin’ this shit down Sunset [Chorus] Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave Wheezy the wave If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’ Aviator Keyyz, right behind me Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate [Verse 2] I like the way she give head I call her Mitchell and Ness I keep a drum on the TEC (brrt) I gotta protect all my kids (brrt) I don’t need no help with this (brrt) Bitch, put my kids on your tits I put your name on my wrist Right, Richard Mille my wrist See my bag, bitch, see my bitch behind me Gold diamonds with, match the side-kick I made promises, and I’m keepin’ it Get the Range Rover, autobiography Talkin’ crazy, slap his ass with the …

Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

Do you love me baby? Like I love you baby Keed Yeah [Chorus: Lil Keed] Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling Bring them bitches in the room if they all in I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’ Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up [Verse 1: Young Thug] I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt) I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up) I told your darling, shawty was on south I take this Rari, park it at the house I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah Cupid fishbowl is at the top I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah) I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah) I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush) You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah Hopped in with your boo Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else [Chorus: Lil Keed] Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling Bring them bitches in the room if they all in I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’ Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up …

Young Thug – Expensive Lyrics

[Intro: Dolly] I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’ I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’ I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’ Billboard Hitmakers [Chorus: Dolly] I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill) Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal) Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil) Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film) Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels) Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill) Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real) Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill [Verse 1: Dolly] I got a nigga in the back, he wanna fuck from the back I told him get in the bed, I got them bands in the bed Don’t fuck with niggas that brag, he gon’ tell on my whole pack Takin’ me two step backs, I’m gonna go get me some racks I ain’t ballin’ on a fuckin’ budget bill, yeah Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah I’ll catch a deal, yeah Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah I feed these basic bitches happy meals, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Dolly] I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill) Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal) Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil) Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film) Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels) Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill) Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real) Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill [Verse 2: Hi Doraah] In twenty-four karat, hey twenty-four karat My VVS is dancin’ (they dancin’, dancin’) These diamonds dirty dancin’, this money just spent, 200 on the dash Remote control that stash, I live my life fast, my feelin’ won’t last That shit was one night stand, that pent had me all in, let’s pop another xan ‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on no fuckin’ bill I get whatever I want, that’s trill (that’s trill) I get whatever I want, that’s real (that’s real) ‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill [Chorus: Dolly & Hi Doraah] ‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill) …

Young Thug – Gain Clout Lyrics

[Chorus] All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about? I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots [Verse 1] Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback RayVac, spray his ass back nigga, blat, blat My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin’ ‘fore you get whacked Money got me shittin’ like a laxative, no comparin’, I ran up the racks All of my bitches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac I told the bitch that wasn’t my kid, I need a paternity Pull up to your block and takin’ your cookie, call me Bernie [Interlude] Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep Got a bad bitch, don’t play the radio, Greg Street [Verse 2] Dead meat, know you’re just a dead breed Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat) I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I’m Banshee (brrt) Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin’ on whammy I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules (hah) How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese? (Hah) I had to send the car comin’, I took off and ran with the keys I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin’, Chris Breezy I go to Fendi and I got a tall breezy comin’ from Greece I don’t believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East [Chorus] All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about? I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the …

Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics

Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off [Verse 1: Nechie] Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?) Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?) Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off [Verse 3: Nechie] Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah) Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah) Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off) Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car) I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw) I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge I get it out the mud (yeah yeah) Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah) Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale) Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’ Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’ [Chorus: Nechie] What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?) I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth) Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out) You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out) I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought? Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy? (fuck you thought?) Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?) Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off [Verse 2: Young Thug] I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing I’m not 2 Chainz, I got …

Young Thug – Chanel (Go Get It) Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future] Anything she want she can get Anything she want she can get Anything she want she can get Wheezy outta here [Chorus: Young Thug] She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche Cayenne, she gettin’ it Hop out the coupe, she get it, shine to the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty, anything she want she can get it [Verse 1: Gunna] Anything you see, you can get it Here go the keys to the Bentley When I fuck her, I got good intentions I just can’t get my palms to stop itchin’ Water on me like I live with the fishes I done ordered every color in tennis Got the diamonds put in by my dentist I’ma shine when I’m skinnin’ and grinnin’ Ice my watch, I’m not wastin’ my time Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime Connect with my bitch like WiFi I’m in the DM like Cha Cha I got Ms, I can take care of the southside I’ve been bettin’ the billionaire ties Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes Got Marc Jacobs, they cover my eyes She need help, I’ma send her a dime I can’t pour nothing less than two lines [?] the back seat reclines She want me to put that dick in her spine Take her shoppin’ and keep her from cryin’ Give you stones you one of a kind Got Chanel with the C’s on both sides [Chorus: Young Thug] She want Chanel, go get it, she want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it, she want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she get it, she want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it, everything I got, she gettin’ it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it, hop out the Benz, she gettin’ it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin’ it, the Porsche …

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo) Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch) Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX) Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo) [Chorus: Young Thug] Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt) [?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah) Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large High school, had a bomb in my [?] Middle school, had that TEC in my locker I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir) I did it because the principle [Verse 1: Young Thug] I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo) Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo) Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah) Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah) Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah) Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what) Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo) [Chorus: Young Thug] Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt) [?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah) Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large High school, had a bomb in my [?] Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec) I ain’t had to run from the principal (no) I did it because the principle [Verse 2: Gunna] Wide body benz with a big nose Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go) She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat) YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go) Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious [Chorus: Young Thug] Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt) [?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah) Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large [Verse 3: Lil Duke] Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give …

Taylor Swift – Thirteen Blocks (Can’t Call It Love) Lyrics

[Verse 1] Stumble up the porch step You sat down in the car Only thirteen blocks across this town To get to where you are And that don’t offer me much time To make up my mind So I best be driving slow On my way to letting go These headlights they just wanna fade Off into the night But if they’re half as stubborn as me They’ll just keep on shining bright I ain’t ever been one to settle like The dust does on the dash Since the feeling ain’t strong I’ll just move on And leave this in my past [Chorus] Once you’re gone I know your memory’ll Somehow get the best of me So I question everything I do Unsure of turning you away Wondering love how I’ll act today Until you find somebody new So I’ve been holding on Way too long But not another minute I’m gonna miss you bad but Can’t call it love if you ain’t in it [Verse 2] Red light turns to green Then back to red again I wish there were some other travelers out here To slow my travelling Even though the wheel rolled on Inside I still don’t know Oh and it troubles me so [Chorus] Once you’re gone I know your memory’ll Somehow get the best of me So I question everything I do Unsure of turning you away Wondering love how I’ll feel today I see you found somebody new And I’ve been holding on Way too long But not another minute I might miss you bad but Can’t call it love if you ain’t in it [Repeat Chorus] [Outro] Your car comes to a rest in the drive You open up the door and I see you smile

Ariana Grande – breathin Lyrics

Mmm Time goes by and I can’t control my mind Don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time [Chorus] Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin’ Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin’ [Verse 2] Sometimes it’s hard to find, find my way up into the clouds Tune it out, they can be so loud You remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated All I need is to see your face [Pre-Chorus] Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’ How do I know if this shit’s fabricated, oh? Time goes by and I can’t control my mind Don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time [Chorus] Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’ Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’, mmm, yeah [Bridge] My, my air My, my air My, my air, my air My, my air My, my air My, my air, yeah [Chorus] Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’ Just keep breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ and breathin’ And oh, I gotta keep, I keep on breathin’, mmm, yeah [Outro] Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’ I keep on breathin’ Time goes by and I can’t control my mind I keep on breathin’, mmm, yeah [Verse 1] Some days, things just take way too much of my energy I look up and the whole room’s spinning You take my cares away I can so overcomplicate, people tell me to medicate [Pre-Chorus] Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’ How do I know if this shit’s fabricated?

Janet Jackson – Made for Now Lyrics

[Intro: Daddy Yankee] Janet Jackson Iconic Daddy [Verse 1: Janet Jackson] If you’re livin’ for the moment Don’t stop, and celebrate the feelin’ Go up, if you’re livin’ for the moment Don’t stop, ’cause I break those ceilings Go up [Chorus: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee] We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now Look around We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now (uno) Look around (dos, tres) We’re made for now (fuego) [Post-Chorus: Daddy Yankee & Janet Jackson] Everybody move your body, everybody Everybody move your body, everybody (right now) We’re made for now Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now) Everybody move your body (right now), everybody [Verse 2: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee] If you’re livin’ for the moment Don’t stop, try to celebrate the feelin’ Go up, if you’re livin’ for the moment (the moment, baby) Don’t stop, ’cause I break those ceilings Go up [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson] Love is in the rhythm now, we’re Dancing with a whole new meaning Love is on the way to fill you up [Chorus: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee] We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now Look around We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now (uno) Look around (dos, tres) We’re made for now (fuego) [Post-Chorus: Daddy Yankee & Janet Jackson] Everybody move your body (woo), everybody Everybody move your body, everybody (right now) We’re made for now Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now) Everybody move your body (right now), everybody (right now) [Chorus: Janet Jackson] We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now Look around We’re made for now (right now, right now) Made for now (right now) Right now (right now) [Verse 3: Daddy Yankee] Arriba la raza, estamos en la casa Dale suelta en banda to’ lo que te atrasa Muévete eso rápi-rápido Muévete eso rápi-rápido We don’t stop it, no te escapas Yo soy volcán pero tú eres lava Seguimos lighty, lighty, prendí’os Vívelo hoy, que mañana se acaba [Bridge: Janet Jackson] Right now Not tomorrow Made for now (right now) Look around They’re made for now (right now) Not tomorrow Made for now Look around [Chorus: Janet Jackson & Daddy Yankee] We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now (sube) Look around We’re made for now Not tomorrow Made for now Look around We’re made for now [Post-Chorus: Daddy Yankee …