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[Verse 1]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code so far away
Can’t remember the name, Google Map to locate
I’m chillin’ with some Notre Dames, show me how the South bends
And my dogs hold me down when we show up in Athens
Back then, we had dreams of being famous and shit
Was such a rebel as a kid, I could’ve went to Ole Miss
I never stress it anymore, you know I’ll go with the vibe
My chick in Alabama told me I should roll with the Tide
No lie, I’m such a Leo at Penn State, I’m a lion
Got every comin’ after me at Duke like I’m Zion
I know a Harvard girl, she always got a lot on her mind
She sent me a million texts, but yo I hardly reply
You know why? Got a girl in Mississippi and Kentucky
And one in Vegas, so she always gettin’ lucky (Ooh)

[Chorus 1]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a chick in Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Don’t gotta ask me “Whose your girl?” in Indiana (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code don’t wanna say
Can’t remember the name, new city like every day
Got women flashin’ me when I’m in Tulane, it ain’t Mardi Gras
Out in Arizona these Wildcats wanna party hard
I feel like Van Wilder, I’m onto my seventh year
I snap my fingers into women just appear
Let me make it clear
You and your friends are tens, I’m down to Volunteer
Pull up, climb in my van, just like a Mountaineer
I’m here for a minute and then I’m Gonzaga
Hardest workin’ rapper prolly sellin’ shows in Montana
Tell them hoes it don’t matter
I go state to state like I’m transferin’
NCAA, new chick always answerin’
Got a girl in College Station, down in Texas
And one in Memphis who reminds me of my exes (Ooh)

[Chorus 2]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a girl in Tallahassee and Miami
She really love me, told me I should win a Grammy (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me

[Outro]
Whatever USA
All American, all hits

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

[Verse]
The lights of San Francisco
Shone on the city floor
Joe worked on in the city
‘Til the dawn came around once more

[Verse]
He came from Galway
Came over recently
And Lucy from the USA
Smiled at his naiveté

[Verse]
In the rocky places of his heart
No one had ever seen
Lucy picking cockles
And Lucy planting seeds

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
Came the marching bands of July
And their silver shadows flew
Ah, two by two, red and blue
Through the summer evening

[Verse]
He said, “All my troubles
Never wander very far
I like to hear music
But I like it on a blue guitar”

[Verse]
“And there is no end to the money
A guy wants to hold in his hand
The sky hung with airplanes
And no peace upon the land”

[Verse]
“And the folks on television
That lie with every breath
And insult you with visions
Of cheap life and cheaper death”

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
“And there is no home for me now
But I’ll go on loving you
‘Til there is no more music
And the guitar is no longer blue”

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Watch me get gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Amerikkkan Idol, one hand on my bible, one hand on my rifle
I’m aimin’ at my rival, sure to leave him dead on arrival
They say it’s all about survival, never lackin’ the vitals
So I came to kill the game and still gave it revival
I’m coming for the title, man it’s best you throw in the towel
Last nigga who tried to vio, now facin’ a trial
I’ma be here for a while, gettin’ richie like Lionel
Now she all up in denial ’cause she gettin’ the dial
While I’m only gettin’ better, so she back on my D now
I wanna be down but she denounced
I got my shot, then made her, bounce
Now you tryna rebound, I’m livin’ in the now
While the future figure me out
Told mommy pick a place, yo, and we out
‘Cause Bed Stuy a little unsafe for me now
That’s why I keep the .40 loaded with no safety around
Never thought I’d have to hold it, I’m just holdin’ it down
Protect my neck and my crown, patrol throughout the town
And they judgin’ just ’cause my skin color is brown
And for that, they wanna leave me dead in the ground
And have the nerve to blame it all on my background
Sorry white Amerikkka, but I’m about to black out
Got a message for the world and I won’t back out
So turn the kid raps loud, I’m about to spazz out
Watch out, another nigga runnin’ in the White House
But I won’t stop ’til this whole shit painted in all black
And we on top, ’cause my people been paining before crack
Media’s got this whole thing tainted, that’s all fact
Feedin’ you lies like this whole thing wasn’t built on our backs
Assimilate our history then made it a mystery
Now they all inherit the bittersweet victory
Look at what they did to me, can I get a witness please?
Justice never served, reparations never sent to me
It’s clear who the enemy, they declare war on the end of me
Assassinate my character, buryin’ my entity
But they can’t kill my energy, so when it’s said and done
They forever gon’ remember me
The fuck is you tellin’ me?
Fuck is you tellin’ me?
Way more than a celebrity
And fuck white supremacy, huh

[Chorus]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin’ presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Because I’ve never known a live one that represent me
Well, dead presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin’ presidents to represent me
Because I’ve never known a live one that represent me

[Refrain]
It’s no contest, can’t fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
It’s no contest, can’t fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off

[Verse 2]
This that Bada$$-assination
Topic of conversation, my proclamation to the nation and its congregation
Been makin’ observations like it’s my occupation
Debatin’ speculation like it ain’t just second nature
Thou shall love thy neighbor, don’t let that nigga hate you
‘Cause he know where you lay up, when it’s karma, time to pay up
Climb the ladder of success, I’m steady on my way though
Devisin’ plans while you sleepin’ I’m just tryna stay woke

[Bridge]
You leave me no choice, I’m about to bring noise
Got to fill this void, I got to be the voice
Yeah yeah yeah
I said leave me no choice, about to bring noise
Got to fill this void, I got to be the voice

[Verse 3]
What the government is doin’ amongst our people is downright evil
Disturbin’, but not surprisin’, that’s for certain
With all of the conflict of propaganda, I believe they are simply tryna slander
Start a Civil War within the USA amongst black and white and those alike
They are simply pushin’ us to our limit so that we can all get together and get with it
They want us to rebel, so that it makes easier for them to kill us and put us in jails
Alton Sterlings are happenin’ every day in this country and around the world
The scary part, boys and girls
Is most of these stories don’t make it to the news and reach mass consciousness
It is for sure time that we as a people stand up for acknowledgement
And accomplishment of what we call human rights
It is time to rebel, better yet, raise hell
I just want everyone to be cautious about how they go about it
Because this is all part of the government’s plan and what they been plottin’
They’re literally beggin’ for this to happen, so they can kill us off
Usin’ uprisin’ and rebellion as the excuse in a timely fashion
The cancerous foods, the chemical warfare, economic sufferin’ is not workin’ fast enough
There are many steps ahead of us and manifestin’ the future that they want
We have to work together, not only rattlin’ them on a physical plane
But to outsmart them on an intellectual mental level the same
As black men, I think our gangs need to do a better job at protectin’ us
The people, our communities and not assistin’ in destroyin’ them brutally
It’s time to even the score
‘Cause who do we call when the police break the law?
We are so quick to pick up a gun and kill one another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin’ a black man by police is, “He’s got a gun”
Damned if he do, damned if he don’t, damned if he runs
Or what about them? Them murderers got it
We need solutions, you better start plottin’ now
It’s always been clear that they don’t value our lives
My people been sufferin’ way too long
And I’m tired of singin’ the same old song
People actin’ like this shit isn’t happenin’, it’s downright wrong
Justice won’t be served by a hashtag, and that’s the very reason I ask that
What are we to do? We’re scattered around
With no clue of this ugly truth
All we know is who they ridiculed and who gets minisculed
Time to wake the fuck up and do our own research
And not form opinions based on just what we’ve heard
Ameri-K-K-K-a is force feedin’ you lies down your throats with a silver spoon
And eventually, we’ll all be doomed
Real, real, real soon

[Intro]
American love, American me, American you
American tear, American heartbreak, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
I took a walk with the palm trees as the daylight fell
Sangria in a canteen, talking to myself (I can’t remember)
This tattoo on my left hand is turning purple-ish blue
Daydreams of the romance, daydreams of you
My pretty woman in a ballgown, I’m Richard Gere in a tux
Getting married in a courthouse, writing vows in a rush
Making out before the judge with my teenage wife
Got a wedding band done that I just might die with

[Chorus]
It’s an American wedding
They don’t mean too much, but we were so in love
We had an American wedding
Now what’s mine is yours, that’s American law

[Verse 2]
M-R-S dot Kennedy, she signed her name in pen
In a fancy, fancy cursive, then turned her term papers in
A thesis on Islamic virgin brides and arranged marriage
Hijabs and polygamist husbands, those poor un-American girls
After school she ran to me, jumped in my 5.0
This is the home of the brave, land of the free
But your parents still didn’t know
She said, “I’ve had a hell of a summer
So, baby, don’t take this hard
But maybe we should get an annulment
Before this goes way too far”

[Chorus]
It’s just an American wedding
They don’t mean too much, they don’t last enough
We had an American wedding
Now what’s mine is yours, American divorce

[Verse 3]
Well, you can have my Mustang, that’s all I’ve got in my name
But Jesus Christ, don’t break my heart
This wedding ring won’t ever wipe off
But if you stay, oh, if you stay
You’ll probably leave later anyway, it’s love made in the USA

[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Don’t let ’em front you to saying you can’t move
Without ’em, fuck ’em, I tell ’em this ain’t new
We been some hustlers since it began, dude
Ain’t gon’ be tripping over some bitch-ass, dude
They so vain, I tell ’em this ain’t you
You can get sensitive but the shit ain’t true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do, that he can’t do
That you can’t do, that we can’t do
Man, I had a dream and then the shit came true
And nigga, if I did it, I think you can too
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do, that he can’t do
That you can’t do, that we can’t do
Man, I had a dream and then the shit came true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do, that he can’t do, that you can’t do

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that shit on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that sh*t on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

There are men lost in jail
Crowded fifty to a room
There’s too many rats in this cage of the world
And the women know their place
They sit home and write letters
And when they visit once a year
Well they both just sit there and stare
See how we are
Gotta keep bars in between us
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Now there are seven kinds of Coke
500 kinds of cigarettes
This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy
But in Acapulco
Well they don’t give a damn
About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet
See how we are
"Hey man, what’s in it for me?"
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Now that highway’s coming through
So you all gotta move
This bottom rung ain’t no fun at all
‘Cause now fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poison
They are the new trinity
For this so-called community
See how we are
Gotta keep bars on all of our windows
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Well this morning the alarm rang at noon
And I’m trying to write this letter to you
About how much I care and why I just can’t be there
To draw your bath and comb your hair
Last night in a nightspot
Where things aren’t so hot
My friend said, "I met a boy and I’m in love"
I said, "Oh really… What’s this one’s name?"
She said, "His first name is Homeboy"
I said "Could his last name be Trouble?"
See how we are
"Ah, Homeboy… Isn’t that a Mexican name?"
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Yeah see how we are
Oh see how we are

Songtexte Miami Yacine – Montpellier

Häng’ im Café, so wie 2010
Jackie pur ohne Kreislaufproblem
War nie Antisemit, nein
Check’ mit ‘ner b*tch über Airbnb ein (ja)
Mama sagte immer: „Pass auf deinen Rücken auf!“
Alles harte Arbeit, denn ich habe niemals Glück gebraucht
Zu viele Nächte ohne ein’n Cent
Zahl’ heute Cash für Stone zum Island (pow)
Chill’ mit ‘ner Spanish-Hoe in mei’m Benz (wuh, wuh)
Und ich check’ die Oberweite, jajajaja
Leute hab’n gelacht, als ich Texte schrieb (haha)
Immer hellwach ohne Ephedrin (wuh, wuh)
Füll’ mein Glas voller Hennessy, ja (ja)
Füll’ mein Glas voller Hennessy (ja)
War kein Star, sondern unsichtbar
Häng’ jeden Tag nur am Boulevard (Boulevard)
Mann, ich war nie in den USA
Um meine Seele kämpfen Gabriel und Luzifer.(Montpellier)

Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers
Geld kommt, Geld geht
An meine Marokks aus Montpellier, Geld kommt, Geld geht
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (jaja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Shoppen an der Champs-Élysées, Geld kommt, Geld geht.

(Kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (Geld kommt, Geld geht, kommt, Geld geht)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (jajajaja) (Geld kommt, Geld geht)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (jajajaja) (Geld kommt, Geld geht).

Ja, ich saß drin, akhi, 2011 (ah)
Kopf gefickt, Mann, ich scheiß’ auf die Welt
Mann, du weißt, keiner bleibt, wenn du fällst
Heute Benzer, ich steig’ aus dem weißen SL
Alle machen Auge, doch wir hab’ns uns verdient
Jahrelang auf der Jagd nach Profit
KMN, Erfolg aus Prinzip
Azet, Patte fließt, Patte fließt, Patte fließt, jaja
Mama sagte früher immer, „Pass auf deinen Rücken auf“, ah
Heute mit der Gang und ich hab’ nie wieder zurückgeschaut, ah
Komme von ganz unten, aus dem Döner wurde Kaviar
Heute gibt es Leute, die dich töten über Casia.

Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (einmal um die Welt, ja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht (Geld kommt, Geld geht)
An meine Marokks aus Montpellier, Geld kommt, Geld geht
Geld kommt, Geld geht (jaja)
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Shoppen an der Champs-Élysées, Geld kommt, Geld geht.

Geld kommt, Geld geht (Geld kommt, Geld geht)
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (einmal um die Welt, ja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht
An meine Marokks aus Montpellier, Geld kommt, Geld geht
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Einmal um die Welt wie Hoteliers (einmal um die Welt, ja)
Geld kommt, Geld geht
Shoppen an der Champs-Élysées, Geld kommt, Geld gehttt.
Miami Yacine songtexte
Video Miami Yacine

I hopped off the plane at L.A.X.
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Am I gonna fit in?

Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous

My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous,
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on

[Chorus:]
So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
I’m noddin’ my head like yeah
I’m movin’ my hips like yeah
I got my hands up,
They’re playin’ my song
I know I’m gonna be OK
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA

Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody’s looking at me now
Like "Who’s that chick, that’s rockin’ kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"

So hard with my girls not around me
It’s definitely not a Nashville party
’cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo

My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
That’s when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on

[Chorus]

Feel like hoppin’ on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me every time (every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright

[Chorus x2]

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

Letra Lary Over – Medusa

Los burros los subo para la USA en la cintura tengo medusa
tengo un rifle que te despelusa si te pilla te hace una Rusa
No te la enganche si no la usa, no ronque si no la usa,
no frontee si no la usa, si te pillamo’ no quiero excusa.

Ustedes roncan y no hacen nah’ solo frontean Instagram
si te pillamos saliendo de Coreael, 50 pagan
La corta en la ferragamo’ en la guerra nunca arreglamo’
los rifles con peine banano y si te pillamo’ te aseguramo’,
todos se van a caer pa’ que llore la mía, que llora la de él
la 40 los pone a tocer y Lucifer los pasa a recoger, 50 cosos coroné y 20 rifles yo compré,
30 putas me clavé los burros se mueven mientras yo chingo en hotel
versuri-lyrics.info
el guason bebe, que paso?

Los burros los subo para la USA en la cintura tengo medusa
tengo un rifle que te despelusa si te pilla te hace una Rusa
No te la enganche si no la usa, no ronque si no la usa,
no frontee si no la usa, si te pillamo’ no quiero excusa.

Nosotros lo usamo’, lo usamo’ pa’ la chola que mandamos
te la busca te vas secuestrado, pa’ la otra te torturamos
a los viramos los picamos y en la puñeta te encuentra enterrado bebé
conmigo no te salvan ni los collares ni los chalecos, te píllo, te muere’
no ronque si tu no la usa, no la enseñe si tú no la usa,
mi 40 te mancha la blusa y si te pillamos no quiero escusa
ninguno de ustedes mete mano lealtad con todos mis soldados
la guerra siempre la ganamos y todos los puntos los controlamos

Los burros los subo para la USA en la cintura tengo medusa
tengo un rifle que te despelusa si te pilla te hace una Rusa
No te la enganche si no la usa, no ronque si no la usa,
no frontee si no la usa, si te pillamo’ no quiero excusaaa.
Lary Over letras
Video Lary Over

Songtexte Alpa Gun – Walther P

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und stürme deine Bude, rah
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye
Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Heute nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Ich jage euch von Berlin bis in die USA
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye.(walther p)

Ich bin wieder da und die anderen könn’n Scheiße fressen
Usta-Rap, schreibe ein paar Strophen und die Beine brechen
Sie woll’n ich alle unten seh’n und mein’n Hype stoppen
Mir scheint es doch gut zu geh’n, Batzen in den Nikesocken
Sie machen Auge auf die Breitling am Handgelenk
Jede Strophe, die ich schreibe, wird von meiner Hand gelenkt
Wenn du mit mir redest, mach die Hand runter
Halt den Ball flach, du ehrenloser Schwanzlutscher
Ich hab’ keine Zeit mit euch zu reden, weil ihr Hunde seid
Was für Kampfsportverein? Wenn die Wumme knallt
Kannst du machen, was du willst, Sirdo, keine Aussicht!
Meine Mucke ist wie Rauschgift, ich weiß, ihr braucht mich
Yeah, Ghettolife, hier wird man mit Gras groß
Fünf Kanaken im Mercedes und wir fahr’n los
Stürm’ in dein Cafè, Caney, ich kann deine Angst seh’n
Ich hab’ die Walther bei, lass’ sie alle stramm steh’n.

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und stürme deine Bude, rah
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye
Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Heute Nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Ich jage euch von Berlin bis in die USA
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye.

Alpa Gun, Caney, das ist Schöneberg, Gossenrap
Batzen zähl’n vor den Kameras, weil es kotzen lässt
Ich will nicht deine Drecksmucke hören, Piç
Ich komm’ von der Straße, deutscher Rap ist mir zu Röhrenjeans
Asozial, die Jungs, die deine Ketten klau’n
Beats picken, asoziale Zeil’n auf ein’n Zettel hau’n
Alper-Abi-Rap ist ein Schlachtfeld – Blutbad
Du willst mich dissen? Ja, dann mach, Kelb, Mut gab
Mir meine Walther P, ich bin mit ihr aufgewachsen
Sie woll’n, dass ich falle, aber Alpa steht versuri-lyrics.info
Ich hab’ zu viel Dreck gefressen, olgum, das ist Kopffick
Es ist nicht mehr wegzudenken, damals hatt’ ich Ott mit
Ich will ‘ne Million’n, nein, mich machen nicht paar Euros satt
Lan, ich komm’ vorbei und sorg’ für Chaos in eurer Stadt
Alper Arbi, ich bin wieder mal auf Beef aus
Lan, meine Walther ist geladen und ich schieß’ drauf.

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und stürme deine Bude, rah
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye
Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Heute nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Ich jage euch von Berlin bis in die USA
Lasse ein paar Kugeln da, .., yallah bye.

Jetzt gibt’s die nächste Ballerei
Alpa Abi hat die Walther bei
Yallah bye
Heute nacht hab’ ich die Walther bei
Yallah byeee.
Alpa Gun songtexte
Video P

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh)
(Los De La Nazza)

[Puente]
Quiero llevarte a un mundo aparte
Cruzar hacia otra dimensión
Viajemos en el tiempo, años luz
Rompamos la ley de la gravedad

(Tumbamos la ley de la gravedad)

[Verso 1]
(Farru)
Flotando, volando
Sin dióxido de carbono
Se rompe la capa de Ozono de mi alma esferal
El sistema solar de mi mundo no funciona
Y provoca en mí un eclipse lunar
Calentamiento global
Una bomba a punto de estallar
Hoy yo vo’a comerte completa
Vamo’ a fumar, me traje una seta
Con una moña ultravioleta
Vamono’ a viajar, pero pa’ otro planeta

[Pre-Puente]
Fumando, chingando, gritando, brincando
Bien duro de satisfacción
Haciéndolo y sudando se nos corta el aire
No tenemos oxigenación

(Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh)
Dime cuál es tu posición
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Usa tu imaginación

[Puente]
Quiero llevarte a un mundo aparte
Cruzar hacia otra dimensión
Viajemos en el tiempo, años luz
Rompamos la ley de la gravedad

[Verso 2]
Todo lo que sube, baja
Y todo lo que baja, sube
Yo te vo’a hacer venir
Hasta que toques las nubes
Sin limitaciones yo te vo’a hacer to’a las posiciones
Te vo’a dar pa’ que grites duro y mi nombre menciones

[Outro]
Fumando, chingando, gritando, brincando
Bien duro de satisfacción
Haciéndolo y sudando se nos corta el aire
No tenemos oxigenación

(Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh)
Dime cuál es tu posición
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Usa tu imaginación

Versuri Ligia – Inchide usa

Mama ta iti spune,
Nu va veni nici azi, nici maine.
A uitat de voi, de un timp e altcineva.
Nu e bun pentru tine, a luat o parte din tine si a plecat cu ea.
Adevarul doare tare
Nu veti imbatrani impreuna, uite deja te doare
Credeai ca va fi tatal copilului tau, fie rau, fie bine.
Mai bine pleaca si nimic nu spune, inchide usa dupa tine.

Te propun in locul tau
Te framanta dorul, nu poate fi mai rau.
El inchide portile spre Rai
Versuri-lyrics.info
Si te lasa fara grai.
Asa ca pleaca pe bune si nimic nu spune
Inchide usaaa dupa tine.

Si chiar daca apar norii gri si furtuni de suspine,
Sigur maine iti va fi mai bine.
Si chiar daca-ti pare nimic nu mai are culoare.
Chiar daca doare, inchide usa dupa tineee.
Versuri Ligia
Video usa

Mix
It’s in the mix baby
Hey Roger (What)
Play that groove
That makes me wanna move
It’s in the mix
Hey DJs
All across the USA
I love the way
You mix those funky jams (Yes I do)
Every time I turn on my radio
I can’t believe my ears (Believe it)
The sounds I hear I can’t explain
It must be in the mix
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Yeah)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Oooh wow)
Don Cornelius, hey Soul Train
I love to see your body talk
I love the way (Wooo)
You dance to the funky mix (Mix)
Keep dancin’ and prancin’
And dancin’ and prancin’
Get down now
Every time I watch TV
I see ya dancin’ to the mix (Ohhh)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (About to funk to death)
Mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix (Scratch, scratch, ohhh scratch)
Gimme a handkerchief here
Everybody’s diggin’ the sounds
Stereophonic electric sound
Ultrasonic peculiar sounds
All of the sounds are in the mix
Mix baby (Uhh, ahhh)
It’s in the mix (Yeah)
Mix baby
It’s in the mix (Oooh wow)
Mix, scratch, break it down and mix Every time I go to a disco
I notice all those strange sounds
The people they be dancin’
To the sound of the funky mix
Keep on dancin’
Keep on prancin’
You know the DJs they been mixin
All those funky jams
Keep on mixin’
Keep on scratchin’, yeah
They’ll be dancin’ and prancin’
And mixin’ and scratchin’
Jammin’ and slammin’
All night long, yeah
Mix baby
Mix baby
Mix
It’s in the mix
Houston, Texas
It’s in the mix
Concinnati, Ohio
It’s in the mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix
James Brown we love you
Barry Gordy we love you too, yeah
The Motown Sound
It’s in the mix baby, baby
Detroit City
It’s in the mix
Hamilton, Ohio
It’s in the mix
Dayton, Ohio
It’s in the mix baby, baby
It’s in the mix

Versuri Florin Raduta – Cheama ma

Chiar daca timpul a trecut te port in gand
Usa ieri s-a deschis e prea mult vant
Eu ma lupt cu un dor, de vina esti tu.(cheama ma)

Mai stii ne credeau toti nebuni
Cand au vazut iubirea din noi intr-un sarut
Era lumea in care traiam numai noi.

Ca-ntr-un vis urat cand ne-am despartit
Te-am pierdut dar nu te-am mintit
Cand ti-am spus sunt de neoprit
Si-am sa te aduc inapoi.

Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Versuri-lyrics.info
Am sa te gasesc.

Vreau sa nu o iau de la-nceput
Inima ma cearta pentru tot ce n-am facut
Si-n lipsa ta ea spune cum de vina sunt eu.

Stii tu cate nopti n-am dormit
Sau cate vise prin cosmaruri am retrait
Sperand ca viata mi te ia dar mi te-aduce inapoi.

Ca-ntr-un vis urat cand ne-am despartit
Te-am pierdut dar nu te-am mintit
Cand ti-am spus sunt de neoprit
Si-am sa te aduc inapoi.

Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Am sa te gasesc.

Si cheama-ma
Oriunde te-ascunzi sa stii ca-mi lipsesti
De ce nu-mi raspunzi daca ma doresti
Daca ma doresti de ce ma ranesti
De ce tot dispari atunci cand iubesti.

Cheama-ma
Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Am sa te gasesccc.
Versuri Florin Raduta
Video Florin Raduta

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Watch me get gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Amerikkkan Idol, one hand on my bible, one hand on my rifle
I’m aimin’ at my rival, sure to leave him dead on arrival
They say it’s all about survival, never lackin’ the vitals
So I came to kill the game and still gave it revival
I’m coming for the title, man it’s best you throw in the towel
Last nigga who tried to vio, now facin’ a trial
I’ma be here for a while, gettin’ richie like Lionel
Now she all up in denial ’cause she gettin’ the dial
While I’m only gettin’ better, so she back on my D now
I wanna be down but she denounced
I got my shot, then made her, bounce
Now you tryna rebound, I’m livin’ in the now
While the future figure me out
Told mommy pick a place, yo, and we out
‘Cause Bed Stuy a little unsafe for me now
That’s why I keep the .40 loaded with no safety around
Never thought I’d have to hold it, I’m just holdin’ it down
Protect my neck and my crown, patrol throughout the town
And they judgin’ just ’cause my skin color is brown
And for that, they wanna leave me dead in the ground
And have the nerve to blame it all on my background
Sorry white Amerikkka, but I’m about to black out
Got a message for the world and I won’t back out
So turn the kid raps loud, I’m about to spazz out
Watch out, another nigga runnin’ in the White House
But I won’t stop ’til this whole shit painted in all black
And we on top, ’cause my people been paining before crack
Media’s got this whole thing tainted, that’s all fact
Feedin’ you lies like this whole thing wasn’t built on our backs
Assimilate our history then made it a mystery
Now they all inherit the bittersweet victory
Look at what they did to me, can I get a witness please?
Justice never served, reparations never sent to me
It’s clear who the enemy, they declare war on the end of me
Assassinate my character, buryin’ my entity
But they can’t kill my energy, so when it’s said and done
They forever gon’ remember me
The fuck is you tellin’ me?
Fuck is you tellin’ me?
Way more than a celebrity
And fuck white supremacy, huh

[Chorus]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin’ presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Because I’ve never known a live one that represent me
Well, dead presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin’ presidents to represent me
Because I’ve never known a live one that represent me

[Refrain]
It’s no contest, can’t fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
It’s no contest, can’t fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off

[Verse 2]
This that Bada$$-assination
Topic of conversation, my proclamation to the nation and its congregation
Been makin’ observations like it’s my occupation
Debatin’ speculation like it ain’t just second nature
Thou shall love thy neighbor, don’t let that nigga hate you
‘Cause he know where you lay up, when it’s karma, time to pay up
Climb the ladder of success, I’m steady on my way though
Devisin’ plans while you sleepin’ I’m just tryna stay woke

[Bridge]
You leave me no choice, I’m about to bring noise
Got to fill this void, I got to be the voice
Yeah yeah yeah
I said leave me no choice, about to bring noise
Got to fill this void, I got to be the voice

[Verse 3]
What the government is doin’ amongst our people is downright evil
Disturbin’, but not surprisin’, that’s for certain
With all of the conflict of propaganda, I believe they are simply tryna slander
Start a Civil War within the USA amongst black and white and those alike
They are simply pushin’ us to our limit so that we can all get together and get with it
They want us to rebel, so that it makes easier for them to kill us and put us in jails
Alton Sterlings are happenin’ every day in this country and around the world
The scary part, boys and girls
Is most of these stories don’t make it to the news and reach mass consciousness
It is for sure time that we as a people stand up for acknowledgement
And accomplishment of what we call human rights
It is time to rebel, better yet, raise hell
I just want everyone to be cautious about how they go about it
Because this is all part of the government’s plan and what they been plottin’
They’re literally beggin’ for this to happen, so they can kill us off
Usin’ uprisin’ and rebellion as the excuse in a timely fashion
The cancerous foods, the chemical warfare, economic sufferin’ is not workin’ fast enough
There are many steps ahead of us and manifestin’ the future that they want
We have to work together, not only rattlin’ them on a physical plane
But to outsmart them on an intellectual mental level the same
As black men, I think our gangs need to do a better job at protectin’ us
The people, our communities and not assistin’ in destroyin’ them brutally
It’s time to even the score
‘Cause who do we call when the police break the law?
We are so quick to pick up a gun and kill one another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin’ a black man by police is, "He’s got a gun"
Damned if he do, damned if he don’t, damned if he runs
Or what about them? Them murderers got it
We need solutions, you better start plottin’ now
It’s always been clear that they don’t value our lives
My people been sufferin’ way too long
And I’m tired of singin’ the same old song
People actin’ like this shit isn’t happenin’, it’s downright wrong
Justice won’t be served by a hashtag, and that’s the very reason I ask that
What are we to do? We’re scattered around
With no clue of this ugly truth
All we know is who they ridiculed and who gets minisculed
Time to wake the fuck up and do our own research
And not form opinions based on just what we’ve heard
Ameri-K-K-K-a is force feedin’ you lies down your throats with a silver spoon
And eventually, we’ll all be doomed
Real, real, real soon

Versuri Kim – Serios

E cu nasul pe sus, plin de fite si parca
Lumea-i a lui, cand merge zici ca se dezbraca
Un fel de Johnny Bravo cu texte din carti
Spre inima lui, cica, imi trebuie zeci de harti
Eu nu-s ca restu’, ia-ti banii si pleaca
Pastreaza si restul, fa doi pasi si-o sa-ti treaca
Si nu m-atinge ca eu nu-s fata lu’ mama
Eu nu las capul jos fiindca imi cade coroana
Ai crezut ca am un pret, ca nu-s in stare
Sa fac ce vreau din viata mea, fara vanzare
Hei boy, ai gresit usa, eu nu sunt aia
Pe care o vezi tu in playboy sau care-ti tine tigaia.(serios)

Serios, zi pe bune, hai tu ai idee
Serios, ce inseamna sa fii langa o femeie
Seriooos, ai impresia ca banul este tot
Mizezi cap sau pajura, baby, aici nu-i un joc.

Serios, zi pe bune, hai tu ai idee
Serios, ce inseamna sa fii langa o femeie
Serios, ai impresia ca banul este tot
Mizezi cap sau pajura, baby, aici nu-i un joc.

Ai crezut ca-s dulce, da-s iute ca vantul
Ca mine gasesti one in a million, pe tot pamantul
Ca tine gasesc chiar la orice colt de strada
Te-ai crezut vanator si ca eu sunt a ta prada
Gloantele tale sunt mai oarbe decat tine
Am fost eroina ta o vreme, vorba vine
Versuri-lyrics.info
Cand de fapt totu-i clar, amandoi stim
Ca nici intr-o mie de ani, noi nu ne potrivim
Ai pus la cale zeci de planuri, nu-ti iese
Te-am suparat, ha.. asteapta sa-mi pese
Hai ca te pup, e tarziu, eu am plecat
Tu citeste ce iti scriu cand te-ntorci de la vanat.

Seriooos, zi pe bune, hai tu ai idee
Seriosoo, ce inseamna sa fii langa o femeie
Seriooos, ai impresia ca banul este tot
Mizezi cap sau pajura, baby, aici nu-i un joc.

Seriooos, zi pe bune, hai tu ai idee
Seriooos, ce inseamna sa fii langa o femeie
Seriooos, ai impresia ca banul este tot
Mizezi cap sau pajura, baby, aici nu-i un joccc.
Versuri Kim
Video Kim

[Verse 1]
It was in a crystal bottle on his desk
He’d save it for the times to not forget
I missed the way he’d share with me
The things that he held true
While the lessons rolled around his 80 proof
All it took was…

[Pre-Chorus 1]
One sip and it blew my mind
Those good ol’ boys sure make it right
Knowing smooth whiskey takes some time
Ain’t nothing like the real thing

And you can’t go back once you get a taste
Everything is second rate
I’m talking genuine Made in the USA
Ain’t nothing like the real thing

[Chorus]
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby
There ain’t nothing like the…
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby

[Verse 2]
I thought I’d been in love a time or two
Didn’t know that I was lost till I met you
And I could tell that every other girl was history
Never knew how real could feel till you found me
All it took was…

[Pre-Chorus 2]
One kiss, and you blew my mind
An All-American kind of fine
You a know a, good woman is hard to find
Ain’t nothing like the real thing

And you can’t go back once you get a taste
Everyone is second rate
I’m talking genuine Made in the USA
Ain’t nothing like the real thing

[Chorus]
The real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby
There ain’t nothing like the…
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby
There ain’t nothing like the…
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby
There ain’t nothing like the…
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby
There ain’t nothing…

[Verse 3]
You know a, great song is hard to find
The right words and the perfect rhyme
‘Cause we, all feel the same inside
We’re all looking for the real thing

[Pre-Chorus 3]
You know you’re not the same once you hear it play
There’s nothing else that can replace
What’s genuine Made in the USA
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
I’m talking genuine Made in the USA
Ain’t nothing like the real thing

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby
There ain’t nothing like the…
Real thing
There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby…

Versuri Satra B.E.N.Z. – Inger ingerasul meu

Inger ingerasul meu, strange-ma la pieptul tau.
Lumineaza-mi calea grea cu aripa ta.

Pleoapele de plumb, orele nu mai ajung..
Cateodata simt ca vreau sa fac prea mult
Ca oamenii nu sunt ca oglinzile
Nu te vad cum te vezi tu, dar tu nu iti pierde visele
Se spune ca acolo unde e apa exista viata
Eu ma simt ca in ocean, dar inima e de gheata
De mic m-am lovit de obstacole, mama-mi zicea invata!
Adevarul doare dar mi l-am tatuat pe fata
Asa il vei putea vedea si tu, momentele asa da, momentele asa nu
Daca in oglinda nu te vezi pe tine pleaca!
Daca nu te-ai gasit inca mai incearca! Te pup!

Ca azi traiesti, dar maine poate nu
Azi a plecat el, maine poate tu
Tu trebuie sa iei viata ca pe un dar si in fiecare zi sa o iei iarasi de la cap, clar
Indiferent de ce se intampla totul trebuie sa ajunga
Pentru toata lumea, ce pacat ca banii umbla in mintile si adancul sufletelor
Vad numai ezitare in privirile lor
Se zice ca ochii nu mint niciodata
Ca dupa fapta si rasplata
Tu nu pierde lupta cu sinele, stii ca ura se naste din dorinta de a proteja binele..

Inger ingerasul meu, strange-ma la pieptul tau.
Lumineaza-mi calea grea cu aripa ta. (x2)

Cine-i asta? Cine-i asta? De ce te uiti la mine?
Oglinda, oglinjoara, asta seamana cu un sine
Nu stiu daca e al meu, dar stiu sigur ca e cu mine
Ma duce in locuri unde sunt camerele filme
Tarantino, Tarantine, Guta din Berceni si contele s-au cam nascut din tine
Si sexyman si Super Ed le arde cate o linie
Cu tine Maria, zi-mi Marine, o ard in nave submarine
Ca ala de canta Imagine, am zis ca totul pleaca asa cum vine
Eu raman cu mine, tu daca nu ramai cu bine
Tu inger, ingerasul meu, tu ai grija de rime
.. astazi aripioara ta ca banii pe balerine,
Semneaza retardadul ala, ca el nu mai e nimeni. (Guta)

Ingerasul meu pleaca cam des de acasa
Il mint intr-una ca sunt bine ca sa se intoarca
Am demoni ce ma incerarca, versuri-lyrics.info
Vor sa ma rapeasca si cateodata fac mai mult rau decat vor sa-mi faca
Ohhh, Doamne mai trimite, da-ne intariri
Durerea e la usa, se da musafir
Golanii mei au inima patata, soro
Au fata tatuata si crapata, soro
Incerc sa fiu mult mai bun decat am fost ieri
Incerc sa am credinta si sa nu mai sper
Banii ne stapanesc, si nu pune la suflet
Adu’ milionul chiar daca nu ai suflet.

Yeaah, inger, ingerasul meu, stiu ca nu sunt tot timpul eu..
Stiu ca nu vreau un trofeu, stiu ca uneori mi-e greu..
Si mai stiu ca azi sunt slab, tu ma faci tare
Eram mic, ai fost cu mine, azi sunt mare
Si-am facut greseli prea multe, sute, cand credeam ca nu e nimeni, nimeni sa ma asculte
Da’ m-am intors la tine si acum iti vorbesc,
Ca am vazut ce e inseamna faima, nu e ce gandesc
Unii altii, eu imi doresc sa deslusesc, tot ce-mi spui mereu si tie iti multumesc.

Inger ingerasul meu, strange-ma la pieptul tau.
Lumineaza-mi calea grea cu aripa taaa. (x2)
Versuri Satra B.E.N.Z.
Video ingerasul meu

Versuri One – Cand mama nu i acasa

Cand mama nu i acasa
Cand mama nu-i acasa
O alta lume se deschide in fata mea
Cad lanturi, frang bariere
Las foc in urma mea
Si strig in departare
Cine ma aude oare
Oricine ar fi, ne vom distra.

Vreau sa leg prietenii, ooo ooooo
Nu mai am timp de prostii, oooooo.

Dau culoare vietii mele
Sar din pat pana la cer
Nu imi pasa de probleme
Eu dau party-n cartier.

Zeci si zeci de invitatii
Trupa mea si-un microfon
Toti prietenii in usa
Dam concerte din balcon.

Si toate astea se-ntampla
Cand mama nu-i acasa.

Nu-mi pasa, eu cant tare
Nu-mi trebuie confirmare
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ca muzica e viata mea.

Am in cap doar nebunii, ooo ooooo.
Sa traiesc doar bucurii, oooooo.

Dau culoare vietii mele
Sar din pat pana la cer
Nu imi pasa de probleme
Eu dau party-n cartier.

Zeci si zeci de invitatii
Trupa mea si-un microfon
Toti prietenii in usa
Dam concerte din balcon.

Si toate astea se-ntampla
Cand mama nu-i acasa
Cand mama nu-i acasaaa.
Versuri One
Video acasa

feat. Laura Giurcanu

Stiu ca am venit muscat de buza
Stiu ca am urme de fard pe bluza
Stiu cine se scuza se acuza
Dar vreau sa crezi
Ca nu e vina mea de vina-s ele
N-ai idee cat pot fi de rele
Ca ma baga numai in belele
Stai sa vezi (fanele)

Se termina concertul impachetez talentul
Si vreau sa vin acasa dar nu ma lasa fanele
Nu nu ma lasa fanele
Ma trag de toate hainele
Cand se sting reflectoarele
Dar ce ma fac cu fanele
Nu nu ma lasa fanele
Le vad ma trec frisoanele
M-ar dezbraca de toate hainele

Nu-i deloc asa usor cum pare
Sa stii ca aseara una dintre fane
Mi-a muscat buza de suparare
Eu ce sa fac versuri-lyrics.info
Ele ma ating si nu-ti convine
Doar tu ai voie sa pui mana pe mine
Eu le zic dar nu ma aude nimeni
E complicat

Se termina concertul impachetez talentul
Si vreau sa vin acasa dar nu ma lasa fanele
Nu nu ma lasa fanele
Ma trag de toate hainele
Cand se sting reflectoarele
Dar ce ma fac cu fanele
Nu nu ma lasa fanele
Le vad ma trec frisoanele
M-ar dezbraca de toate hainele

[Laura:]
Spui ca te bruscheaza spui ca trag de tine
Si-apoi ca un catel te intorci la usa la mine
Fa-ti bagajele te rog frumos sa iesi
Si inseara asta ma baiete o sa dormi pe pres
Fetele ca mine nu se lasa pacalite asa usor
Ca fetele ca mine stiu vrajeala ca au si ele fanii lor
Asa ca usa mea se inchide poate ma mai vezi la anul
Cand ti se face dor, subscribe la Laura Giurcanu, bitch
[Ti-as da subscribe, Laura]

Ti-as da subscribe Laura dar
Nu nu ma lasa fanele
Ma trag de toate hainele
Cand se sting reflectoarele
Dar ce ma fac cu fanele
Nu nu ma lasa fanele
Le vad ma trec frisoanele
M-ar dezbraca de toate hainele

Ehh, Ehh Ehh!
Yandel
Es imposible detenerla
Ehh Ehh
W! Ella es la mejor
La Revolución

Abusadora, abusadora, abusadora
Bendita sea la hora en que te encontré
(Tainy)

Abusadora, abusadora, abusadora
Bendita sea la hora en que te encontré
(Victor el Nasi)

Hace calor
En la disco subiendo el vapor
(Tu sabes quienes son, los lideres)

Hace calor
En la disco subiendo el vapor
(La Revolución)

(Se siente, se siente)
Caliente
La disco en high
Mujeres vengan
Tomen un bye bye
Yo la llamo y le cae
Ella tiene mi size
Esta buscando que le den el Ferrari, un ride
Alineado con andar en traje
Corbata
Los lideres de nuevo
Descontrolan las gatas
El negocio se trata de ganar más plata
Sedúceme negra,
Ya yo prendí la fogata
Se ven las luces de neón y el humo
(Casi no te veo)
Chula yo quiero un cantito
Si tú me dejas te fumo
Te consumo
Déjame mudo
Lamento decirte que usted
Conmigo no pudo

Hace calor
En la disco subiendo el vapor
(Bienvenidos a la Revolución)

Hace calor
En la disco subiendo el vapor

Siento una energía
Que ya yo no puedo parar
Es algo que me controla
Y quiero más, más
De tu seducción
Amor, amor
No te detengas
(Oye bebe por favor)

Contágiame con tu flow
Prende el show
Se pega con tequila rose
Muévelo, todo go
Te ganaste las pantallas de ron
(Súper tal de)
Menea de noche
Como lechuza, se aguza
En su combo
No quiere gentuza
Cuando está caliente la usa
La usa
Si me duermo me saca la gamuza

Abusadora, abusadora, abusadora
Bendita sea la hora en que te encontré

Abusadora, abusadora, abusadora
Bendita sea la hora en que te encontré

Hace calor
En la disco subiendo el vapor

Hace calor
En la disco subiendo el vapor

Seguiremos demostrándole que musicalmente
Estamos por encima de todos ustedes
Así que, seguirán comiendo clases de nosotros, la Revolución
Y
W
Tainy
Victor el Nasi
Los campeones del pueblo papi

[Lick]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Look, bustin’ out the lick and now I got it, bitch, I’m re’d up
I will never run off for the plug that got me keyed up
Bankin’, it’s so many Franklins in my shit, you think a nigga know Aretha
(Yeah, uh)
Bustin’ out the lick and now I got it, bitch, I’m re’d up

[Drive You Crazy]

[Intro]
I’ma, I’ma go easy on you niggas
I’ma go easy

[Verse 1]
I’m lyin’, really comin’ for these niggas this time
It’s a full-time job tryna keep ’em in line
Yeah the full court pressure, givin’ niggas the stretcher
I could kill your whole team combined, who want pressure?
More than a nigga that’s ballin’, I need a Espy
More than a Miami papi that’s on a jetski
Ice on Wayne, whole chain on Gretzki
When I start winnin’, don’t you rap niggas text me
Grinnin’ at the view of your corpses in a fortress
‘Bout to make Forbes list, everythin’ is gorgeous
Indoor B-ball courts lit where the floor sit
Still runnin’ shit like faucettes in an orphanage
Blog niggas gettin’ they core clicks off of whore shit
Rap niggas all at they peak, I got the door slit
On star island, cigar smilin’
Drive a couple miles south hit the beach, bitches start wildin’
I done came from the cop car sirens, block ball violence
Bunch of lil niggas stealing hot cars wildin’
Tops chopped off ’til the cops start wildin’ and the cop cars find us
Must you remind us, wintertime climates
Slicket set of "set up" bitches that try to line us
I have no infatuation with niggas
Only made the money cum im masturbatin’ the digits
Matter fact I’m on tour inflatuatin’ the figures
Used to be in low income, now see the show, income
Shit would make you sick, meanin’ of a gross income
I deserve every dollar here and then some
And I pray I never dress like y’all
Only bird on my shirt is when I press that raw
It’s umbrellas on my sweater for bitches thats under weather
Blowin’ kisses at the cheddar when I test that jaw
I, never lose, never snooze, crackin’ crystal sippin
Yaught pimpin’ on another cruise
Foreign model from another niggas pedestals
On the top, clock tickin’ on you other dudes
Think I’m typin’ in a site with all these W’s
Only watchin out for doe and niggas busting moves
My drive crazy, I-80 in a Lamborghini screamin’ "Rock-a-bye-baby"
Bad bitch just touched down, she Tom Brady
Me I’m Tom Ford, there’s more to the Concord
I been in the jungle, nigga, broke and on my last
You was on the feet, nigga, I was on my ass
You was in the sheets, nigga, I was on the ave
You was in the class nigga, I was on the dash
Hustlin’ in corner, swearin’ I was a goner
Welcome to the USA, I was a foreigner
Fame was a beautiful bitch, so I joined her
Came now I’m lookin’ for chips, get the coin up
I remained, all summer all fall
Still gettin’ money when the wheels fall off
Real ass nigga even when it’s called off
Real ass nigga even when it’s called off, my nigga

Siempre fumo bueno, weed de cali nigga
Siempre acicalado a wes freshly
Siempre en el bloque chillin with my homies

Dicen que son gansgter, yo soy lioni
No vengas a roncar que son los más, más duroEscuchan el plomazo y ya están dando culo

My money and sex my money
Y la camisa siempre esta oliendo a crippy

Con las J en mis pies, con la suela clean
Una paca en el bolsillo que no tiene fin
Todas las babys de De La Geezy tirandome al pin
Por la rueta, la cubana rafaelo king

No se equivoque con el geezy baby
Que a tu gata yo le hago un baby
Y después te lo achacan y tu cree que es tuyo
Cundo nace se parece a Geezy baby

Ellos se molestan por que, la calle es de nosotros
Las mujeres son de nosotros y los combos son de nosotros
Por que fumo de lo bueno, chingo bueno, todo nuevo
Huelo bueno, cuando llego en la jodienda europeo nigga

Siempre fumo bueno, weed de cali nigga
Siempre acicalado a wes freshly
Siempre en el bloque chillin with my homies
Dicen que son gansgter, yo soy lioni
No vengas a roncar que son los más, más duro
Escuchan el plomazo y ya están dando culo

Capoteo a 100 millas en el maquinon
Que se la eche en la boca sin preocupación
Tet echas, culo echo, como a mi me gusta
Todo el bloque en la disco para dale a hooka

Siempre fesh, con la combi traía de la USA
Un poquito de sirope para soltar la tensión
Date dos cachas, rola otro blon
Pasa ese phellips no se mamon

Ellos se molestan por que, la calle es de nosotros
Las mujeres son de nosotros y los combos son de nosotros
Por que fumo de lo bueno, chingo bueno, todo nuevo
Huelo bueno, cuando llego en la jodienda europeo nigga

Siempre fumo bueno, weed de cali nigga
Siempre acicalado a wes fresh
Siempre en el bloque chillin with my homies
Dicen que son gansgter, yo soy lioni
No vengas a roncar que son los más, más duro
Escuchan el plomazo y ya están dando culo

Los chulitos
Ya tu sabes

The body of an american

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
‘hot-wire her with a pin’
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big jim dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father’s laid

Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five o’clock in the evening
Every bastard there was pissed

Fare thee well going away
There’s nothing left to say
Farewell to new york city boys
To boston and pa
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I’m a free born man of the usa

He fought the champ in pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on tiny tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare the well gone away
There’s nothing left to say
With a slainte joe and erin go
My love’s in amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish winde from far away
I’m a free born man of the usa

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I’d come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I’d always love
I always did and I always will

Fare thee well gone away
There’s nothing left to say
‘cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big jim dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I’m a free born man of the usa

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