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Ellie Goulding - Hanging On Lyrics and Video (Ft. Tinie Tempah)

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You know we can get away
Because i’m calling your name
Every day I feel this pain
But you just turn and walk away

I just can’t keep hanging on, to you and me
I just don’t know what is wrong, with you and me

Touch me and then turn away
And put your hands into the flame
Tell me if you feel this pain
Cause I don’t want to be a ball and chain, nooo

I just can’t keep hanging on, to you and me
I just don’t know what is wrong

[Tinie Tempah]
Give me the respect, forgive me and forget
We’ve got to get a grip, living on the edge
I barely even know this f-ck-ng woman in my bed
And if that’s too much on my plate, then I ain’t finishing my bad
And if anybody said the grass is greener on the other side
Well it ain’t, swear on my mother’s life
You got me wrapped up in your shit
I’m feeling mamba fight
I’ve only ever had this fucking feeling in my stomach twice
You gave me what I needed, and I gave her everything she wanted
Miss something ’bout your cleavage
Now why can’t put my fingers on it
You’re taking me the deepest
I thought that she was coming for me
If four women from venus, then I guess I really got a rocket
You’ve got a nose around my neck, but i’m still hanging on
We’ve nearly reached the finish line, I bet we’re having fun
I spit a buzz, she sang a song
She broke my heart, I took some gargabe scan

I just can’t keep hanging on, with you, with me
With you, with…

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The Killers - Runaways Lyrics and Video

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Blonde hair blowin’ in the summer wind
A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand
I’d been on a trail for a little while
But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand
The teenage rush, she said, ‘maybe I’ll just runaway, we got time’
Well that ain’t much…
We can’t wait ’til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It’s the one thing you can choose, oh!

We got engaged on a Friday night
I swore on the head of our unborn child that I could take care of the three of us
But I got the tendency to slip when the nights get wild.
It’s in my blood
She says she might just runaway somewhere else, some place good
We can’t wait ’til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It’s the one thing you can choose

Let’s take a chance baby we can’t lose
Mean we’re all just runaways
I knew that when I met you, I’m not gonna let you runaway
I knew that when I held you, I wasn’t lettin’ go

We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams
Hold each other to the morning light
We used to laugh, now we only fight
Baby are you lonesome now?

At night I come home after they go to sleep
Like a stumbling ghost, I haunt these halls
There’s a picture of us on our wedding day
I recognize the girl but I can’t settle in these walls

We can’t wait ’til tomorrow
No we’re caught up in the appeal, baby why you wanna hide it?
It’s the last thing on my mind
(Why you wanna hide it?)
I turn the engine over and my body just comes alive and we all just runaway
I knew that when I met you, I’m not gonna let you runaway
I knew that when I held you, I wasn’t lettin go, no no no!
(No no no!)
(And we’re all just runaways)
Yeah runaway
(And we’re all just runaways)
Yeah

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Frank Ocean - Pink Matter Lyrics and Video (Ft. Andre 3000)

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[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
And the peaches & the mangos
You could sell for me
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes & fall into you
My god she’s giving me pleasure

What if the sky & the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Dim the lights & fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain’t myself at all had to tell myself naw
She’s better with some fella with a regular job
I didn’t wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Far’s too close & I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife what a life anyway
I’m building y’all a clock stop
What am I hemingway
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of ‘em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin’
Switch worlds & we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
You’d need no other man
We’d flee to other lands
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain’t got no choice
Blue matter
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock on wood
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so muphuckin good
Make her swab the muphuckin wood
Make her walk the muphuckin plank
Make her rob a muphuckin bank
With no mask on & a rusty revolver

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Curren$y - Leaving The Dock Lyrics and Video

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[Verse 1]
Been shipping that Lam to the crib while I’m on tour
When I get off of this bus it’s gon’ be pedal to the floor
‘Fore a nigga even step foot through the door it’s gon’ be laps in that ho
Dolo – fool I ain’t got time for no bitches
But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending
A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky
I got all of this from laughing at them lames
While I’m rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again
Jet Lifers, niggas always rewriting history
Fools hear our verses and rewrite that shit they scribbling
Bitches see my bitches and consider trying women
I pulled up drunk, talking shit in the lobby of my building
Push the button and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling
Doors open in the living room, that’s penthouse pimping
Yea girl I did it, I’d advise you to play your position
‘Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30
Ya heard me, a nigga been focused since I said hi to her
We higher than the Eiffel
You suckas is like food, fool who designed you?
Nigga I was built to make sure this sucka shit get kilt
Homie I’m a whale, big mufuckin’ fish
Of course you gon’ see a ocean where I lived
Of course if I rolled it, it’s top shelf pimp
Of course you got them Jordans on tryna impress him
Titties out when I fall in, bring the whole city out
I did it for Slim

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Curren$y - WOH Lyrics and Video (Ft. Styles P)

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[Intro]
They ain’t high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain’t high as us

There’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

Niggas ain’t high as us
Lying to ya

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, undetected by radar
Close circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y’all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don’t want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain’t slow
Tell me it’s ’bout a check, you’ll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the bowls in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars ‘fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control’s in my lap
’84 riding, I did that for my lifers

[Hook]
Yea, uh
It’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

(Way out here)

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the ? you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz, ? I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I’m speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I’m blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain’t real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M’s off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids’ metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I’m jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
We like to speak paper and it’s getting thicker

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Curren$y - Mirrors Lyrics and Video (Ft. Smoke DZA)

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[Hook: Curren$y]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hundred for a yacht
Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
From this balling and chilling, penciling pen pimping
Two of my bottom bitches, ? write my name on it
Checks that I sign, it’s roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
And let the ones who understand see what’s going on inside
Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
Gotta be in the know to really know though
You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
? Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
Headrest bearing the family crest
Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
Eulogize when I ride for I’m fresh to death

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Jet Lifing on these bitches like I’m ‘posed ta
Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
And I ain’t banging though, unless I’m banging hoes
Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
‘Til you slide they main squeeze, have them made for real
Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
Classic ‘Lo on my ’97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
Think Christmas, I be tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
More onions, I need more hundreds
Posers don’t want it, they Malibu’s Most Wanted
We all know you ain’t really that guy
You don’t even be inhaling, you be faking the high
Riiiiiight

[Hook]

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Amelia Lily - You Bring Me Joy Lyrics and Video

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I’ve been thinking ’bout all things i’m searching for
Twenty years from now, boy we could’ve done it all
I’ve been thinking ’bout all the times i’ve lost my head
I’ve been thinking ’bout all the things I never said
I’ve been thinking ’bout all the things it could go wrong
Nothing left to shout, cause we got it going on
Sitting in the crowd, yeah I know you won’t be long
I’ma looking back, in a minute will be gone

Oh you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness
So you bring the love, so forget all the madness
I’m done with all the pain, I’m done with all the happenings
So you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness

Oh you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness
So you bring the love, so forget all the madness
I’m done with all the pain, I’m done with all the happenings
So you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness

I’ve been thinking ’bout everything I never had
All those crazy doubts, only gonna make me mad
I’ve been thinking ’bout everything I should’ve done
I’ma looking back, when i’ve only just begun
I’ve been thinking ’bout standing on the razor’s edge
Looking up and down, questions running through my head
I’ve been thinking ’bout how on the which way to turn
I’ve been thinking ’bout lessons that i’ll never lean

Oh you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness
So you bring the love, so forget all the madness
I’m done with all the pain, I’m done with all the happenings
So you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness

Oh you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness
So you bring the love, so forget all the madness
I’m done with all the pain, I’m done with all the happenings
So you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Oh you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness
So you bring the love, so forget all the madness
I’m done with all the pain, I’m done with all the happenings
So you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness

Oh you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness
So you bring the love, so forget all the madness
I’m done with all the pain, I’m done with all the happenings
So you bring me joy, yeah you bring me sadness

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3OH!3 - You’re Gonna Love This Lyrics and Video

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Yeah I’m standing outside the bar, like a fish out of water
And I’m sorry to bother you miss, you so fine that I gotta peek
Cause I’m like that, cause I’m like that
I’m gonna buy you all the drinking, I’ll be right back

Drinks at the bar, with the francette standing so far
But it feels near, falling she looks
I could take her home with me
I’ll buy you around, if you come close
Turn up the sound, turn the lights down
Give me a chance, I will take her home with me

You’re gonna love this!

[Beat break]

Yeah I don’t know what’s happening,
And I swear in your honor that in my college girl was biting on my lips like jeffrey dummer
Yeah it’s like that, yeah it’s like that
I just drove her back to my place for a night cab

Drinks at the bar, with the francette standing so far
But it feels near, falling she looks
I could take her home with me
I’ll buy you around, if you come close
Turn up the sound, turn the lights down
Give me a chance, I will take her home with me

You’re gonna love this!

[Beat break]

You’re gonna love this!

Yeah you know the fashion nights I’ve got a hold on me
Yeah I have a feeling that nothing wrong with me

La la la la la
La la la la la

Oh yeah you’re gonna love this!

Yeah you know the fashion nights I’ve got a hold on me
Yeah I have a feeling that nothing wrong with me

Yeah you know the fashion nights I’ve got a hold on me
Yeah I have a feeling that nothing wrong with me

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Flo Rida - Rihanna (That’s My Attitude) Lyrics and Video

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I don’t give a give a
You don’t give a give a
We don’t give a give a
Think I’d give a give a?

I don’t give a give a
You don’t give a give a
We don’t give a give a
Think I’d give a give a?

Rihanna
Rihanna
Rihanna
Rihanna

That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)

When the fuckin’, why the fuckin’ think that I ain’t a stunner (Rihanna)
I ain’t trippin’, this big pimpin’, talk my shit like Rihanna (Rihanna)
Buscatti hummer, Ferrari summer, my money dumber (Rihanna)
That stupid cash, my stupid stacks, high as Rihanna (Rihanna)
That’s that Rihanna, that’s that Rihanna, your Tijuana (Rihanna)
Bitch shit I go, bitch shit I go, you do the numbers (Rihanna)
You poppin’ coke, we poppin’ blow, Dom Perignon (Rihanna)
Get solid boy like bitch I want it throwin’ one (Rihanna)

Rihanna
Rihanna
Rihanna
Rihanna

That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)

Nasty motherfucker, undercover, fuck it Rihanna!
I know Rihanna, Rihanna name, my chick is Rihanna
That’s all in converse, and me and my bitch split it in Bahamas
I need that drama, I like it bitch, I love it no wonder
I need that drama, I like it bitch, I love it no wonder
I say Rihanna cuz I’da heard that shit from Obama
That’s on your mama, hey mammy meet me and pull the gunnar
I need a freak, I’m a beast, so I’m feeding piranhas
Step on the streets sayin’ bitch, what’s that gangsta persona?

I’ma go hit it in Provence, I afford it ‘fford ‘fford it, clubbin’
Fuck the boxes, bring me 40 boxes of party Russian
Cut the 7, 67, bitch we call ‘em tour buses
Russian model, cost of my to mup up my dick is comin’
Spinnin’ bottles, supermodels, glisten boy I hit the loto
She take another sip, I swear she might just have to swallow
Nasty motherfucker, undercover, fuck it Rihanna!
I need that drama, I like it bitch, I love it no wonder

I don’t give a give a
You don’t give a give a
We don’t give a give a
Think I’d give a give a?

I don’t give a give a
You don’t give a give a
We don’t give a give a
Think I’d give a give a?

That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)
That’s my attitude, check my attitude (Rihanna)

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Frank Ocean - Bad Religion Lyrics and Video

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[Verse 1]
Taxi driver
You’re my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It’s rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
He said “allahu akbar”, I told him don’t curse me
“But boy you need prayer”, I guess it couldn’t hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It’s a bad religion

[Chorus]
This unrequited love
To me it’s nothing but
A one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I could never make him love me
Never make him love me
Love
Love

[Verse 2]
Taxi driver
I swear I’ve got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can’t tell you the truth about my disguise
I can’t trust no one
And you say “allahu akbar”, I told him don’t curse me
“But boy you need prayer”, I guess it couldn’t hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It’s a bad religion

[Chorus]
This unrequited love
To me it’s nothing but
A one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I could never make him love me
Never make him love me
No

[Outro]
It’s a bad religion
To be in love with someone
Who could never love you
I know
Only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do

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Frank Ocean - Crack Rock Lyrics and Video

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You don’t know how Explainlittle you matter
Until you’re all alone
In the middle of arkansas
With a little rock left in that glass dick
Used to date a blonde
You used to hit it raw
Cause she was & you are madly involved
Madly involved
Hittin stones in glass homes
You’re smokin stones in abandoned homes
You hit them stones & broke your home
Crack rock crack rock
Crack rock crack rock
Hittin stones in glass homes
You’re smokin stones in abandoned homes
You’re hittin stones & broke your home
Crack rock crack rock
Crack rock crack rock

You’re shuckin & jivin
Stealin & robbin
To get the fixing that you’re itching for
Your family stopped inviting you to things
Won’t let you hold their infant
You used to get a little cut-up from time to time
But the freaks ain’t trying to sleep with cracky
Hittin stones in glass homes
You’re smokin stones in abandoned homes
You hit them stones & you broke your home
Crack rock crack rock crack rock
Crooked cop dead cop
How much dope can you push to me
Crooked cop dead cop
No good for community
Fuckin pig get shot
300 men will search for me
My brother get popped
& don’t no one hear the sound
Don’t no one hear the rounds
Don’t no one hear the shells
Don’t no one hear a sound
Don’t no one disturb the peace for riot
Don’t no one disrupt nirvana
Don’t no one wanna blow the high
Crack rock
Crack rock
Crack rock
How you feeling girl
How’s the gutter doing
Crack rock

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Frank Ocean - Sierra Leone Lyrics and Video

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(I was spendin’ too much time alExplainone)
Spendin’ too much time alone…
(And I just ran outta Trojans)
Horses gallop to her throne
(We were behaving like teenagers)
We’re behaving like teenagers
(Makin’ less than minimum wage)
Still inside our parents’ homes
(No I don’t live in Denver)
No I don’t live in Denver
(I grew up in Sierra Leone)
And her pink skies will keep me warm
Sierra Leone
Sierra Leone
Tid bits of intuition that I been gettin’ abandon admission (Sierra Leone)
Abandon mission, you must be kiddin’, this shit feelin’ different
Shit feelin’ too good to me
Glistening, shimmerin’ underneath the sunlight, the sunlight (Sierra Leone)
And a new day will bring about the dawn
And a new day will bring another cryin’ babe into the world (girl now)
Our daughter’s reachin’ for the nipple cause it’s time for her to eat
Tonight I’ll lay her in the cradle if it’s time for go to sleep
I sing a Lennon lullaby, she can have a pretty dream
Baby girl if you knew what I know, knew what I know
Na, na na, na na, na…
Na, na na, na na, na…

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Tame Impala - Apocalypse Dreams Lyrics and Video

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This could be the day that we push through
It could be the day that all our dreams come through
For me, turning at the end just to look

I, am too terrified to try our best
Just to let the wind fade in, and you can’t it guess
Life obsessed
Let us dance you wake up mystified

Oh I feel so … in my sleep
Let the …step in too closer…
…could this be, yeah
Do you let the …feel
The … is changing,
And as my thing I …
I can’t run,
My voice turning …
My hand just sitting in and

Whoa, and I’m getting closer
Will I ever get up
Does it even matter
Do I really need this?
Who shall I command now? …
Whoa, and I’m getting closer
Will I ever get up
Does it even matter
Do I really need this?

Nothing ever changes
No matter how long you do your thing
Look the same,
The … is changing

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Lana Del Rey - You’re Gonna Love Me Lyrics and Video

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Jerry says that in the dark,
I think I have a good idea.
That I should do the opposite,

Of whatever it is I feel
That’s because I have a bad mind
And I have gold in my veins
But he said I got the purest heart
That he’s ever seen

What God gave me a brain for
If he won’t let me use it?
What God give me a plan for
If He won’t help me do it?
You’re gonna love me
I’m gonna make you
You’re gonna love me
I’m gonna make you

I can tell that you’re the type
To never trust a beauty queen
But I was never voted for nothing and,
Highschool never meant anything to anybody
Never ever gave myself away
But even when I’m funny
You think I’m acting so I say

What God give me a break for
If he won’t let me use it?
What God give me a plan for?
He never helps me do it
You’re gonna love me
I’m gonna make you
You’re gonna love me
I’m gonna make you

You say that you don’t want to be hypnotized
But baby, I, I don’t wanna hypnotize you
There’s nothing from you that I wanna take
I just wanna be like you
Maybe love you just a little bit
Please

Tell ‘em mom and daddy gave themselves,
I won’t to you
You told me to get my ways as I do what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna strike out, right now
I’m striking out right now with this song
But I can’t help myself
I can’t do right for long

What God give me a break for
If he won’t let me use it?
What God give me a ṗlan for?
He never helps me do it
You’re gonna love me
I’m gonna make you
You’re gonna love me
I’m gonna make you

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Wiz Khalifa - Different Cloth Lyrics and Video (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

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(Busta Rhymes)
Got these niggas saying
shit ain’t even logical to do the shit I do now
lets celebrate the impossible,
glasses up, the respect
is unbelievable, arsenal, and beat the street
with bars til niggas lay in the hospital, in
case you didn’t know everything about me
phenomenal and the way these niggas talk
everything about it is comical
What is even more comical is what you’ll
read in an article
I broke your face for talking you should have been more responsible
You need to learn I ain’t tryna stop basic,
watch them choke when I’m pulling up in a
spaceship, when I float you see how we ball
until we wasted, mad because I poked your
broad I’m beggin to taste it, appreciate this
art and this bosciat that I painted,
embraced a lot of love, but I love embracing
the hatred, you niggas is defue from me
leavin’ it mutalated, pardon my delay and all
of this greatness you ever waited

(Chorus)
Now when I’m looking at the game I’m saying
shit doesn’t change, shit doesn’t change, these
nigga going out their way, but I’m just staying
the same, staying the same, you probably
thinking that you seen somebody like me
before, somebody like me before, but I’m a G
and they don’t make em’ like me anymore, like
me anymore

(Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, the nerve of these niggas, talkin’ shit about
me cause I’m on the top, I ain’t even heard of
these niggas, smokin’ kill just to murder these
niggas, want beef cause I gor bread, I guess
you wear bargains be nigga, they say I’m the
event currently, but my niggas in the cut like
surgery, in the cut like surgery, and all my
breakfast, lunch, and dinners get served to me,
you sayin’ I ain’t the realest that’s perjury, I’m
smokin’ out with my niggas up on that top floor
of the villa lookin’ out for those be tryna copy
us, oh you ain’t about those dollars, huh
I guess that mean we can’t chop it up, chop it
up, carry on poppin’, 30K for watches, I grinded
for what I got, my nigga, losing is not an
option, not an option, just look at all this new
shit that I’m rockin’, that I’m rockin’, don’t
know what you doing, you should stop then,
should stop then

(Chorus)
Now when I’m looking at the game I’m saying
shit doesn’t change, shit doesn’t change, these
nigga going out their way, but I’m just staying
the same, staying the same, you probably
thinking that you seen somebody like me
before, somebody like me before, but I’m a G
and they don’t make em’ like me anymore, like
me anymore

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Honey Cocaine - No Scrubs Lyrics and Video

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No scrubs cuz they get no love
No scrubs cuz they get no love
No scrubs cuz they get no love
No scrubs cuz they get no love

Hoe ass nigga, low ass nigga
Ask me wassup, not your broke ass
You tryna party but im bout dollars you catchin feelings
Cuz I wasnt tryna holla you bitch,
Why you talking while I walk boy,
You a scrub but my girls call you fuck boy
Hah, just let me do my damn thing,
You outside while im in with some
Cus your dope ass line aint answerin
Thinkin you fly boy dont make me crash your damn plane
Yea, I aint down for a busta, cus me & my home girls hustla’s
Sing it

Ooooh, Scrubbss,
No, no, no

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