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Cover Drive - Whatever Suits You Lyrics and Video

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'Whatever Suits You' Lyrics - Cover Drive
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(Verse)
The nerve, they be talkin
Talkin out their mind
You said talk and we’ll listen
How else you gon survive?
You’re in the shadows, of plenty egos
And no stiletto’s gonna get you on that pedestal

(Verse)
But what do you want? Another photo please
Just wiggle your head, oh girl you puzzle
That’s just too crazy, Miss Little Lady
You’d better stop
You’re too caught up

(Pre-Chorus)
Choose from the two, they’re black and white
They ain’t about your story but just want your life
Baby choose from the two, they’re black and white
It’s your life, your life, it’s your life

(Chorus)
Whatever suits you, just a love compromise
Don’t apologize, do whatever you like
Whatever suits you, who cares what they say?
They’re gon talk anyway but so what? So what?

(Verse)
Feels like you wanna run away
Gonna lose yo mind and go crazy
This oriented successfully
But if you wanna quit and just be lazy
You’ll rock it then, try to compromise
Reverse effect, you fossilized
And change yourself before your eyes
Situation game, you don’t traumatize
And you know it ain’t easy when you’re tryna be a breezy
And you try to be like (oh yea she’s my main)
When all you really feel is hate
She hang up, those less arrive
Other with the flow and you change the type
Them hollow words, they ain’t matchin mine
Forget the egos and kick and slide

(Pre-Chorus)
Choose from the two, they’re black and white
They ain’t about your story but just want your life
Baby choose from the two, they’re black and white
It’s your life, your life, it’s your life

(Chorus x2)
Whatever suits you, just a love compromise
Don’t apologize, do whatever you like
Whatever suits you, who cares what they say?
They’re gon talk anyway but so what? So what?

(Bridge x2)
If you stay, they control
Every dream you’ll never know
Get away now, don’t lose your soul
Get away now, that you’ve been told

(Chorus x2)
Whatever suits you, just a love compromise
Don’t apologize, do whatever you like
Whatever suits you, who cares what they say?
They’re gon talk anyway but so what? So what?

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Cover Drive - Whatever Suits You

Gino Marley - My Name Lyrics and Video

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'My Name' Lyrics - Gino Marley
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(Hook x2)
Shit changed, it never stay the same
I sip that paper cup while smoking paper planes
You don’t know me, aks yo bitch, I bet she know my name
I bet she know my name, I bet she know my name

(Verse)
Aks yo bitch about me, I bet she know my name
She claim she know my game, that bitch insane
I’m married to the money, no wouldn’t wait
And bitches come a dime a dozen, I don’t care who change
I can’t trap no sleep, ain’t got time for that
Hunned shots up in that choppa, need no hands for that
I spend it all and make it back, it’s like a game of chess
You niggas playing checkers, I’mma bring the hatchet
Youngin call them heffers, I just call them helpers
Niggas changing up, quicker than the weather
Youngin call them heffers, I just call them helpers
Only swallow raw cus niggas changing like the weather

(Hook x2)
Shit changed, it never stay the same
I sip that paper cup while smoking paper planes
You don’t know me, aks yo bitch, I bet she know my name
I bet she know my name, I bet she know my name

(Verse)
Money comes, money goes, it don’t stay the same
I’m changing money, this here gon change a thing
I’m switching lanes cus they don’t stay the same
Hear it’s time for my body and I don’t know my name
Steady countin faces up until my fingers hurt
I need my bitch, she on the block, she bring her biggest purse
I see them nigga picture, painted that bitch with some dirt
And I can spend it all here, only you spend what you worth
I break yo heart, it hurt, I break that pole and work
Focused on the money, gotta make it work
I break yo heart, it hurt, I break that pole and work
Smoking paper planes, thinking bout how shit change

(Hook x2)
Shit changed, it never stay the same
I sip that paper cup while smoking paper planes
You don’t know me, aks yo bitch, I bet she know my name
I bet she know my name, I bet she know my name

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Gino Marley - Muddy Cup Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Muddy cup, muddy cup
Them bands throw for a muddy cup
Hella blunts, double stuff
All our blunts is big as fuck
Purple cups, no purple blunts
All my weed is strong as fuck
Muddy cups, muddy cups
Fuck I spilled my drink, I need another cup

(Verse)
Muddy cup, purple cup, no double cup
Sippin lean out my coffee cup
I’m pullin up, I load the chop, I fill em up
All my trap spot hot as fuck
Who gives a fuck? I take a risk, bitch ain’t no luck
Fuck around, get yo body dumped
I make a call, he make a call, they swim in luck
Big boss in this bitch, we need another truck
All this money, fuck around, buy a trap next to my other one
All this money, cop me a couple bricks, thinkin my brother some
That dirty cup, got yo bitch, she leanin off that muddy cup
That muddy cup, she leanin so damn hard she sleepin standin up

(Hook)
Muddy cup, muddy cup
Them bands throw for a muddy cup
Hella blunts, double stuff
All our blunts is big as fuck
Purple cups, no purple blunts
All my weed is strong as fuck
Muddy cups, muddy cups
Fuck I spilled my drink, I need another cup

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Gino Marley - Muddy Cup

Gino Marley - Robert Horry Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
The money come, the money go, it’s just another story
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
Robert Horry, Robert Horry
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story

(Verse)
I ain’t never satisfied cus I ain’t have a lot
Them early mornings, fuck the crib, I’m headed to the block
Can never snooze, you steal a bag, I swear them choppas chop
My clientele run through the hood, I go from block to block
I’m Robert Horry, my Tony Parker, he pass the glock
Gun talks so you don’t hear my voice a lot
My el bronco, that cheap Prada for fiends to cop
My young shooters got big toasters, we scorching hot
I know you niggas think this like a hurdle, roll the top
And since I came from the bottom all I want is top
Raised in the streets, sometimes you gotta thank the block
And since I came from the bottom all I want is top

(Hook)
Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
The money come, the money go, it’s just another story
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
Robert Horry, Robert Horry
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story

(Verse)
Robert Horry (I’m Robert Horry!)
We putting up the shots, if we shoot we scorin
The competition boring
Drive the coupe so fast, I swear I feel like I’m soaring
Smoking blunts, they back to back, I’m in it for the moment
Foreign tops from 10 bitches and bikini tops
My finger’s itchin, the finger scratch it, I’m squeezing shots
Play a Rollie, keep your cool if the pressure hot
It’s a cold world, I play it with the heat I cop
From street corners to tap it hard out my people spot
I’m just a playa in the game that been through a lot
From street corners to tap it hard out my people spot
I’m Robert Horry, if I’m shootin I’m scorin

(Hook)
Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
The money come, the money go, it’s just another story
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
Robert Horry, Robert Horry
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story

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Foxes - Holding Onto Heaven Lyrics and Video

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'Holding Onto Heaven' Lyrics - Foxes
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Stand aside, we've got so good at pretending
There's a side, a side to you, it something wrong
But I don't know where it is you've been hiding
But I need you tonight
But I need you tonight

Cause I'm holding onto heaven
I'm afraid but I won't let them
Oh, I'm holding onto heaven
When I breathe it's only you

All these years I've been chasing down the answers
I won't sit, always chasing our shadows
But I need you tonight

'Cause I'm holding onto heaven
I'm afraid but I won't let them
Oh, I'm holding onto heaven
When I breathe it's only you

I can't take it 'cause you think nobody sees what you're doing to me
I'm telling you, guilt is in your eyes
I hate what you've done, what you've made me become
No sleep to face tonight

Oh, I'm holding on
I'm afraid but I won't let them
Oh, I'm holding onto heaven
When I breathe it's only you

'Cause I'm holding onto heaven
I'm afraid but I won't let them
Oh, I'm holding onto heaven
When I breathe it's only you

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Wiz Khalifa - Got Me Some More Lyrics and Video

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'Got Me Some More' Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
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Where you going, what you doin?
They hatin' on you, keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

Hundred bottles that's nothin'
I be out Greystone and I'm stuntin'
I be up standing on the couch bottle in my mouth
Pourin' champaigne and spitting champaigne out
Just cus I came out from that [?] shit
Made a couple mill off this rapping shit
Smoking papers ya'll smoking backwards
Hustle smart, while ya'll hustle backwards
Niggas gettin' lost in the game
Me, I'm all sorts of change
Niggas tryna cross in my lane
I'm thinking that it's awesome, fixing up a cone
Porsche getting washed in the rain
Rolex watches, diamonds in my chain, damn look at all them rings
Don't know what to call it, smoking like a rasta
Drink like an alcoholic, like I just came back from college
Take another shot I'm falling
KK cones up in my wallet
Came here and turned up, now your hoes wanna go with us
At the crib with my niggas
They ain't actin' like they your bitches no more

Where you going, what you doin?
They hatin' on you, keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more
Keep that KK, and it's rolled up
Got that bombay, no we slowed up
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

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Mac Miller - Eggs Aisle Lyrics and Video

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'Eggs Aisle' Lyrics - Mac Miller
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I've hung around with the best out
Smile with my chest out
[?] my bitch dressed out, and thinking I'm depressed now
I just wanna go chill at Kanye West's guest house
Bitch pull her breasts out I forget about my ex now
Feelin' fresh out, chillin' in a penthouse
Here for so long 'bout to start paying rent now
She used to cook me breakfast 'til I turned her to a pen pal
I'm at the grocery store, lost in the eggs aisle
10 point takedown, Alabama shakedown
Used to rap an [?] movement beautifully awake now
Think I ain't a superhero need to check my cape out
Dripped up and draped out
It's all good, you safe now

Be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya
So be safe homie, be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya

And everything will be cooler
Maneuver away from evildoers
Gene Hackman is captain no one can beat the Hoosiers
See the future, no crystal ball that I'm starin' at
Ancient Egypt pharaoh rap staring Jack Kerouac
I have a ton of cattle dung, this shit I sadly have become
Ashin' blunts until I'm only left with half a lung
Yeah I'm here, self-claimed deity
Cryin' during the Lion King, that's just the G in me
Highly offensive and on both sides of the fences
Hence the confusion when I stare at my reflection
Man's duality, life and its formalities
We're born with the potential to leave as a casualty
I'm in the lab, suited up performing alchemy
Meditating til I'm levitating out my seat
It all started with a PayPal
Dripped up and draped out
It's all good, you safe now

Be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya
So be safe homie, be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya

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Mac Miller - Eggs Aisle

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