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mijn feestje. (feestje) kom gezellig langs om te space. (spacen) en alle chickies die zakken naar beneden. (benedehh) cker maar je moest eens weten (je moest eens wete) welkom allemaal op mijn feestje. ejoow je feestje is je ding ding. ik pak mn glas en kijk er diep in. en ga op zoek naar

Trap, TrapMoneyBenny This shit got me in my feelings Gotta be real with it, yup Kiki Do you love me Are you riding Say you'll never ever leave From beside me Cause I want ya and I need ya And I'm down for you always KB Do you love me Are you riding Say you'll never ever leave From beside me Cause

Check wat je van een G krijgt Neem een ritje naar de East-side Smoothjes spang en soepel En glij over jan doedel P.I.K. noemen wij jan doedel Je bent gewoon te smooth en je proeft die’s populair Puni in je broek en je hoekt op met miljonairs Je bent zo focking scared kijk ik ken jo

I need you I need ya I need you I need ya Baby, I need you I need ya I need you I need ya Last night was a blur, but all I remember is Black shirt, bare carats on my wrist Me and a couple men rollin' up in a whip Met a pretty young lady, should I say bitch Will I ever see you again Always lookin' f

[Hook - 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

[Chorus] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love [Gam

(Get em on) I’m on one (Get em on) I’m on one (Get em on) I said I’m on one [Drake] I’m getting so throwed I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new

[Drake] I'm the fuckin' man, you don't get it do ya Type of money, everybody acting like they knew ya Go uptown, New York city, bitch Some Spanish girls love me like I'm on Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too Clubbing hard, fucking women, ain't much to do Wrist blancpain, got a condo up in

Turn my mic up louder I got to say something Light weights step aside when we come in Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping People on the street they panic and start running Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I'm dumping Feeling the blind I

Don't f-ck with me don't f-ck with me Don't f-ck with me don't f-ck with me [Drake - Verse 1] I got car money fresh start money I want Saudi money I want art money I want women to cry and pour out their heart for me And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me Yeh and lately I do bitch

Nasty - Nas[Songtekst]
Yeah, word Got some Remy Martin Some good-ass cigars Check it out Ayo, late night Candlelight Fiend wit' Diesel In his needle Queensbridge leader No equal I come from the Wheel Of Ezekiel To pop Thousand-dollar bot- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-c

How I'm feeling in, doesn't matter Cause you know I'm walking Instead, I ask myself why do you worry When know, you know I'm the same And know, I know you gon' love me baby Time to take you away from me Only over my dead bod' I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man F*ck it I was on th

Dear Diary: Mood: Apathetic. My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and "Rip Apart My Soul" and of course, "Stab me Rip Stab

Lange F-r-r-r-a-a-n-n-s-s, Baa-a-as-s-s-B-B (BaasB) Ik ben en blijf een gek, schrijf een rap voor m`n eigen track chickies die me checke laat ik achter met een stijve nek rappers die blijve WACK zolang ik wat te schrijven heb ze wete zeker dat de Baas betere stijle check ze overdrijven vet t

[Verse 1] I feel like, I feel like standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters, Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears In my eyes, hit the switch, making sure any mother fucka in tha vicinity Blow away and die, Kill'em off with an explosion Get up bitches, Kamika

[Timbaland] Yooo.. (What What) Ha, Ha, Ha, Haa, Haa (What What) Yo Yo, Ya Yo Yo Yoooo (Oh Oh) Give me that eye, Give me that Eye (Boom da Uh UH) Ya Yo Yo Yoooo Give me that eye, Give me that eye (Boom da uh uh) [First Verse: Timabaland] People know me, As "The Great Timbaland" (Timbaland

Qb Where y’all at Yeah, let’s go Chain gleaming Switching lanes Two-seating Hate him or love him For the same reason [Fresh] Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in [Yes] So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They look

Yeah, Uffie's got it! Hands up, fast up, people come on, you like my shit, You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all, Uffies got that shit East side, west side, where you at? Come on! Uffie's in this bitch! Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin' I can rock this shit. Now it seems to me you fagots go

Ich seh zu wenig Liebe, alles wirkt lieblos, leblos wie'n Friedhof, obwohl draußen ein Krieg tobt, denn das einzige was die Menschen noch teilen ist Hoffnung, daß morgen alles besser wird, alles wieder in Ordnung. Gib bloß acht! Die Gedanken der meisten sind boshaft und all diese Neo-Propheten ve

Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic My life is spiraling downward I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red romance andsuffocate me dry concert It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab A

Even praten over die gekke mensen.. die shit over me prate… alleen omdat ik spit en veel vrienden heb proberen ze me te nakken... maar boven alles ook nog is te tape.. nu ga ik ze ff wat dingetjes zegge zodat niemand ze meer wil pakke.. luister bitches en neppe gasten Ok ik begin nu lekker te s

Tuig - WN2[Songtekst]
Swing: Sukkels praten Maken platen rappen over straten Ze zijn niks maar ze willen ons wat maken Als WN2 iets doet dan doen ze het goed Maar Tuig zul je nooit worden want dat zit'm in je bloed Wilked: Sukkels praten Maken platen rappen over straten Ze zijn niks maar ze willen ons wat

Vandaag ben ik broke, maar morgen ben ik rijk Morgen is de toekomst en zal alles beter zijn Dus vergeet ik mijn probleem en voelt het slechte zelfs fijn En niemand krijgt mij klein Vandaag ben ik broke, maar morgen ben ik rijk Morgen is de toekomst en zal alles beter zijn Dus vergeet ik mijn proble

Swing: Sukkels praten Maken platen rappen over straten Ze zijn niks maar ze willen ons wat maken Als WN2 iets doet dan doen ze het goed Maar Tuig zul je nooit worden want dat zit'm in je bloed Wilked: Sukkels praten Maken platen rappen over straten Ze zijn niks maar ze willen ons wat

[Intro] Uhhhhh Yeah Uhhhhh Yeah [Verse 1] I`m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin` outta line can get it I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel I might smile and say whats up but I don`t fuck

[Intro- 50 Cent] Yeah Shady Aftermath [Chorus- 50 Cent] I guess u didnt know I be back fo mo Everybody`s on the floor Goin`, goin` outta control [Bridge- 50 Cent] Set it off from your left dawg Set it off from your right dawg Set it off, nigga I said set if off [Verse 1] Sick wit

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[Tyga] Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a peacot, Carlito, scarface, al pacino Bun B do, Pimp C, Arpedo, I goes deep in that pussy, Dan Marino She wanna be the one, fyck her to my own single Break a bitch hard, no future miss cleo, snap back, a-automatic reload Flyer than a fucking beatle, you can't beat

{CHORUS} You might've seen me in the streets, but nigga you dont know me When you holla when you speak, remember you dont know me Save all that hatin and tha poppin Nigga you don’t know me Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin, ni

Ben helemaal klaar met jou Je doet alsof ik niet meer besta Je geeft me nooit meer aandacht Je denkt alleen maar aan geld geld en nogmaals geld Hou je bek laat me m'n geld tellen Geen zin om te praten, wil je praten ga je zelf bellen Nieuwe haters nodig want m'n oude haters voelen me M'n zakken zwa

First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip gotta hold like a thirty I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love w

[Intro] I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears If I should die before I wake Please God walk with me Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven [Verse 1] Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed Inside my

Mob Up - Twista[Songtekst]
(Intro) Yeah, mobsta style for you muthafuckas, you know what I`m sayin` We fin to bring this shit like this here This muthafuckin` Chi shit, check it out (Chorus 1) The niggas in my mob can`t be touched You best to mob up to come fuckin` with us, oh no Niggas in my mob bring the heat You bes

Callin' Me - 112[Songtekst]
A little life of a celebrity A made nigga, way bigga the mother Can't your love see Know what I'm sayin' Can I talk to you for a minute It's like I'm doin' a lot of interviews I mean, just people callin' my name everywhere Hey, Zane You know what I mean A little life of a celebrity A mad

Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D [Verse 1: Pusha T] I believe there's a god above me I'm just the god of everything else I put holes in everything else "New God Flow," fuck everything else Supreme d