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Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so? Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with You got to keep me focused. You want it? Say so Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?

Look at you Looking good, my friend Safe to say If we could we would do it all again Like if I knew back then I wouldn't have believed that we're the bad guys I remember spending days in the park, yeah Way after dark and We were building fires Getting high, breaking laws We were learning how to rol

I've been goin' through some things (Oh) I struggle with my inner man (Yeah, yeah) I hustle, I'll do what I can To get this money (Bla-bla-bla-blaq Tuxedo) Don Dada on the, Don Dada on the beat Like you Like you Like you, ooh I found it hard to find someone Like you Like you Like you Send your loca

[Chris Brown:] The Meanest The Meaner The Second I seen her got me open Got Me looking Losing all my Control The Passion I'm feinin Baby You're The new Meaning But I Found Myself Tripping When You Walked Through The Door and I no It's not like me getting beside Myself She's Got Me Filling That Way A

[Az] This is what they want [Nas] What you say? [Az] This is what they want [Nas] Can't hear you man [Az] This is what they want [Nas] Speak the fuck up...What! Nastradamus, skama lit Know when I wreck Flow when I'm set I got the chips to make a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a

[Intro] Welcome Ya see, what we wanna talk about today Is dimes that turn to pennies Women that turn to bitches Honeys that turn to hoes I know y'all out there know exacty what I'm talkin' about Somebody that'll take their welfare check And go buy some weed, new outfit, do shit like that

Ladies and gentleman This is Macadelic Motherfuckers Ugh I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin' Groupies fall in love, I’m like bitch you must be trippin’ I’m just tryna fuck and she just need tuition Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position Never gave a fuck

Well I was riding in shotgun, speeding down the highway Listening to music, haven’t slept in like 5 days I tried to take a nap, lean my head against the window It feels real I swear to God this shit pretend tho’ Cause me I get high and make music for a living If that ain’t the best job then gi

Sjakie schilpad was de shit chillend met de zon op zijn gezicht Maar de kreupele haas was daar in een flits en hij zei "wedstrijdje bitch"? Jongen check dit jou kans is voorbij Eerste plek sowieso voor mij Want op een been heb ik nog alle tijd jee jee toedeloe zie je bij de finishlijn Sjakie dacht

(refrein) Ik vind het best als je shit praat Cool dat je ik haat Whatever Zo lang ik maar de blits maak Vind het wel leuk dat je hits maakt Tof dat je clips maakt Homie Zo lang ik maar de blits maak Ah Dus al je me ziet vraag me niks Ik ben bezig, ik maak de blits Net als je denkt dat wordt niks

7 AM - Kesha[Songtekst]
It's seven in the morning It's seven in the morning You were rolling in the cash You were rolling in bitches Yeah, I was rolling in my Lincoln I was a shitty waitress And boy, you had me kinda thinking You were making me famous And I was getting cozy with the thought of giving you kisses I was a f

I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinking You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen I won't be braggin' 'bout my cars Or talkin' 'bout my chains No need to shake my ass for you 'Cause I've got a brain If I told you 'bout my sex life you'd call me a slut But boys be talkin' 'b

Say it ain’t what you do cause (Everybody knows what’s up cause everybody wanna get next to me) So if you knew what I knew She’d be yours tonight Yeah, baby Imagine she can’t get a getaway Well she don’t want nobody crowing the space Huh, wouldn’t that be weird? Oh yeah, ooh oh oh She w

Because you know I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble I'm all 'bout that bass, 'bout that bass (bass, bass, bass) (bass) Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size 2 But I can shake

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Fuck that fake shit It’s time to get real! It’s a party I’ve been hearing that you don’t know And if you didn’t come to party, then you gotta go Hands up in the sky, wave ‘em round from side to side Got you feeling? how you feeling? How y

Tonight I just want to take you higher Throw your hands up in the sky Let's set this party off right Players, put yo' pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? 24 karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Uh, look out! Pop pop, it's show time (Show time) Show time (Show time) G

Ich liebe es wenn der Tag vergeht In einem letzten Spiel des Abendrots Wenn der Mond sich über die Hügel erhebt Und Dunkelheit die Leichenberge verdeckt Ich liebe die Wanderungen bei Nacht Wenn der Nebel sich auf die Toten legt Wenn die Qual ihrer Fratzen das Dunkel tilgt Und nur der Wind

[Keizer] Uuuhm.... k-k ! Mannen zeggen Keizer is niks, maar ik heb me plannetjes. Vraag Hans, ik doe het anders..anders..anders. Yeah.... laat money regenen, op die pannetjes. Ik ben zo high, ik communiceer met marsmannetjes. Kanon hier, cannabis ook hier. Schuldig vermoord op dit, net als O.J Kijk

Verse 1 First things first aftermath, the chronic is back This is indo produced by timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka Is burnin rubber inside the range rova Chain smokin, purple haze, this ain't Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop Anothe

[Chris Brown:] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom. Knockin' niggaz over call me bulldozer one more drink for these *** and it's over. cause I'm a strike that something like a cobra I know she want my venom but I ain't gon' leave it in her and right af

[PRE-HOOK] oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot [1st VERSE] Let me holla' at the d.j. Come on d.j. put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie Follow dem',Screamin

For all my low life thug niggas, For all my niggas in the hood, Livin the life of a ghetto star, Ha ha ha Makavelli, Just holla my name And witness game official Niggas is so shame They stare stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox Gone my block Though gun sho

Ho!.....Ho Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! Ho!.....Ho Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm Really Really Hot..Hot.Hot.Hot..Hot(scratches) (Verse 1) Let me holla at the DJ Come on DJ put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they booty Every time you play this record smel

Discrimineer de racisten Slam G: Het is Gokhan die nu tegen je zit te praten, Dus alle andere dingen moet je nu ff laten, Zet alles dus nu aan de kant, Want je bent in het rapvuur van Slam G belandt Waarom altijd geroddel zeg het in mn gezicht Of durf je niet als je ogen op de mijne zijn

On my way to Miami I see all kind of freak From icky-sticky bitches To fetish friendly tricks When I go out Some like get me drunk and wild But the only thing you get tonight Is my fucking drink tab Yes I'm like Hot chick that you can't even touch I?m like this cold ass bitch and I ain't

Yeah Back like I left somethin' Omarion So I got this situation My girl's been hangin out With this other girl Let me talk about it Where is my girlfriend? I've been callin' She aint picked up Somethings fishy She won't hear me Now i'm sittin' here Like what the fuck? This is too unusu

> Brutus.. Negative.. Brace.(oooh) > straatremix deel 3(ooh).. bitchfight!(oohooh) > > [brutus] > Brutus op de track, nou dan is het vet > Hij is et best, want de rest die is fuckin wack > D-MeN verder heb ik egt geen respect.. > het is zinloos als j de moppies niet represent, > ik heb het

Yeah, is how I feel, right It's only me right, ha It's like, ha I was fifteen, a virginia nigga with ambition Young, but I envision fuckin' them bad bitches Live my life with no regrets I try to show respect but you don’t give it I guess you don’t understand winning When it might take me a lif

Dior - Pop Smoke[Songtekst]
Traphouse Mob Huh,  roll another one Said  I'm never lackin', always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh Oh,  you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man) Shake  somethin' Shake it, shake it, shake it Sh

Geef me 1K en ik tover d'r tien Ik hoef daarvoor niet naar Bali, heb die onzin gezien Money stacken, stacken is de kwaliteit van ons team Ik ga dik, je kan het aan mijn shirt of Gucciriem zien Ik heb een bochel en een bodycount van twee Maar die bitches volgen mij nu als een fucking track-and-trace

I'm always yours, ooh whoa (Stop playin' with 'em, Riot) And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie) I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party) Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend) I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah) All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn) All of the Barbies

KEMPI: Je buurman is een junk, je tante is een junk Je mattie is een junk, je vader is een dealer Je oom is een zwerver, niemand vind em zielig de block waar ik leef zit het vol met verloren zielen Mams en paps weten naast Kemp is niks realer, maar nog steeds zitten Kane vast, Vernon en Jay vast, A

what you what you gon do what you gon uh what you what you gon do nigga? what you what you want what you gon do nigga HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! I, know

what you what you gon do what you gon uh what you what you gon do nigga? what you what you want what you gon do nigga HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! I, know

-Intro (Drug Dealer & Krayzie)- (What's happening nigga?) Hell yeah what's up, my nigga? Ain't nothin', just out here grindin' nigga, you know what it is. What's up nigga, what you need? (I need some weed, nigga) Aww man, I don't even fuck with the weed no more, man (What?) Aww, hell naw man.