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'Importing' Lyrics - Gino Marley
Here is Importing Lyrics by Gino Marley

(Hook)
I’m importing, my money pouring, my bitch deported
She flawless, couple hood bitches I know in Harlem
And Portia, she from Georgia, she trap the hardest
Molly and Mary Jane, they just start to party

I’m important
My money pouring, my bitch deported

(Hook)
I’m importing, my money pouring, my bitch deported
She flawless, couple hood bitches I know in Harlem
And Portia, she from Georgia, she trap the hardest
Molly and Mary Jane, they just start to party, to party
It’s a party, jump out of Porsches
Them porches, came a long way from playing corners
With toasters, use no holsters, they just warned us
Voices in my head keep telling me… go harder

(Verse)
Money, lots of money, I’m balling
Voices in my head keep telling me… go harder
From porches to driving Porsches, my wrist a fortune
Water, whip that shit, I get that cross the border
In Jordans, I meet my plug and then I meet his daughter
That’s Portia, she from Georgia but she in Florida
Numbers running low so come and hurry, place yo order
My trap house ain’t nothing in it but pot stoves and water
I’m focused, I’m for robbin and down for poking
We smokers, use no holsters, they just warned us
Bullets get to bouncing, niggas get hittin they phone in
Money been my motive every since I had a barber
Pull out, hop out, kill a nigga without a problem
You niggas is heartless and heartless
I’mma try regardless,
Trap house doing numbers, jump like Jordan
Regardless, bank rolls in my pocket, straight importin

(Hook)
I’m importing, my money pouring, my bitch deported
She flawless, couple hood bitches I know in Harlem
And Portia, she from Georgia, she trap the hardest
Molly and Mary Jane, they just start to party, to party
It’s a party, jump out of Porsches
Them porches, came a long way from playing corners
With toasters, use no holsters, they just warned us
Voices in my head keep telling me… go harder

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'Fallen' Lyrics - Gino Marley ft. Fat Trel
Here is Fallen Lyrics by Gino Marley Ft. Fat Trel

(Hook)
I can’t get no sleep, my money callin (my money callin)
Wakin up to money got me ballin (I’m cash)
Amigo all on my line, he say go all in
Pistols get the shoes, now you fallen
You fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin (I’m ballin)
I can’t get no sleep, my money callin (it’s callin)
You fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin (I’m ballin)
Amigo all on my line, he say go all in

(Verse)
My money steady callin and callin (it’s callin)
Amigo all on my line, he got me ballin (I’m ballin)
Foreign cars with kilos, out here stolen (no staling)
Pistols get the shoe, now you fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin like Rollies and Spalding
Ray has got me flushin down the toilets
Only want the top, that’s where I’m goin
Fuckin foreigns and foreigns while tourin
SD at er, first he said she borin
Young money, smell my shit, just growing and growing
It’s growing
SD at er, first he said she borin
Young money, smell my shit, just growing and growing
Squad

(Hook)
I can’t get no sleep, my money callin (my money callin)
Wakin up to money got me ballin (I’m cash)
Amigo all on my line, he say go all in
Pistols get the shoes, now you fallen
You fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin (I’m ballin)
I can’t get no sleep, my money callin (it’s callin)
You fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin (I’m ballin)
Amigo all on my line, he say go all in

(Verse)
Well it’s papers and yo bitches in my bed in the morning
Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me cus she bored (she too bored)
Everywhere I go I’m so important
I’m ballin, I’m ballin, I’m Jordan
Pop up on top, I’m scorin
I can’t fuck yo bitch, she can’t afford me
My new bitch from Cali, California (and she foreign)
Hugo with that 30, I ain’t normal
Fuck a lot of thoughts, I was tourin
Slutty boy show, smoke a lot of dro
White bitches trippin, drinkin poppin, sniffin coke
Tote straps, every area and zip code, boy

(Hook)
I can’t get no sleep, my money callin (my money callin)
Wakin up to money got me ballin (I’m cash)
Amigo all on my line, he say go all in
Pistols get the shoes, now you fallen
You fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin (I’m ballin)
I can’t get no sleep, my money callin (it’s callin)
You fallen (you fallen)
I’m ballin (I’m ballin)
Amigo all on my line, he say go all in

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'Loyal' Lyrics - Chris Brown
Here is Loyal Lyrics by Chris Brown

Young Mula, baby

[Lil' Wayne]
I went to born last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blown up a phone last night
But she ain't have a ring on, her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart?
When she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your inch?
When she rather have nine
You know how the game goes
She be mine, but I have time, I'm the shit, oh
N*gga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about her
Birdman, do you in this bitch, no flamingos
And not a day, everyday, but trust these hoes

[Chris Brown]
When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some freight tities
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers

When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it, right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no girl
All is funny in the air
I wanna see you dance

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[French Montana]
What's a rock in the system?
Ain't no tell her what I fuck, well I dissed them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase some, I re-play some
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes, ain't loyal, they rotting
School me to the game, now I'm on a goody
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your wig
I got my own smoke
Had to put my ming back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana

[Chris Brown]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet a houndred dollars she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on it
And it's all for nothing

When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

These hoes ain't loyal

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'It's Alright Now' Lyrics - Bombay Bicycle Club
Here is It's Alright Now Lyrics by Bombay Bicycle Club

It's alright now, I don't wanna wait
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait

Let me be your fortress
One word then all of this
If I pushed it all to the back
Would you run home just like that?

If you're not there today
It's alright now, I can wait
We cannot think of the cost
Burnt up like the days we lost

If only you could see mine
Running out dry
Some of these feelings never died
I step onto your side
You never did see mine
Tell me, are you sleeping still tonight?

Is this the one, is this the one
Is this the place it all stems from
Where it had every right to become
Step away, step away, stay numb

‘Cause you weren't there today
It's alright now, I can wait
We cannot think of the cost
Burnt up like the days we lost

If only you could see mine
Running out dry
Some of these feelings never died
I step onto your side
You never did see mine
Tell me, are you sleeping still tonight?

It's alright now, I don't wanna wait
Made a plan to be someone
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait
Mess it up when the moment comes
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait
Step away, step away, stay numb
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait

Made a plan to be someone
Mess it up when the moment comes
Step away, step away, stay numb
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait

Made a plan to be someone
Mess it up when the moment comes
Step away, step away, stay numb
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait

Made a plan to be someone
Mess it up when the moment comes
Step away, step away, stay numb
It's alright now, I don't wanna wait

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'Perfect For Me' Lyrics - Jarreau Vandal
Here is Perfect For Me Lyrics by Jarreau Vandal

Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me

But you're perfect for me

We rolling, we riding
He'd like to go, you decided
I'd love to go all night
We rock the boat, both side
I love to call your name
I love to call your name
But you're perfect for me

We rolling, we riding
He'd like to go, you decided
I'd love to go all night
We rock the boat, both side
I love to call your name
I love to call your name

Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, oh
Nobody's perfect, aye
But you're perfect for me

We rolling, we riding
He'd like to go, you decided
I'd love to go all night
We rock the boat, both side
I love to call your name
I love to call your name
But you're perfect for me

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'OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)' Lyrics - Riff Raff & Kid Sister
Here is OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) Lyrics by Riff Raff & Kid Sister

Word around town I’m a caveman
The rocks on my hand cost 80 grand
Yeah, you just bought a wife and a sonogram
Every girl in my world has a price tag
50K down payment but I might pay it off
…on my roof but I might just take it off
…they I show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
Wrist gliss when I shift gears, should I sip crisp or a crisp bear
Crystals in my ear, ain’t it crystal clear…

Word on the street I’m a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I don’t wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slippin’ from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

I smoke it first and never call it…
Dollar pockets, that’s the cost I can get away
Wrist, wrist, black diamonds, got a…
They done hit me with the beef four in the morning
So I’mma ride it like I got a fuck to settle on
Oh shit, Kid Sis’ what you do that for
Why you dissing my life and why you do that, hoe
You holler out tweeting ‘cause I’m from the go
….
Word on the street I’m a prime suspect
Real OG killer, damn alley cat

Word on the street I’m a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I don’t wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slippin’ from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppers start bussin' make the house shake
Fuck niggas sweeter than a poundcake
With your eyes on your chin, better watch what your mouth say
Lean with a foot boss, got a nigga tripping
Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sipping
Dirty AK with the beam on it, clean so long I can lean on it
Free my nigga…behind bars, move 100 pounds, for a lawyer beat the charge
…if a nigga try to rob fucking hit him with the hoe

Word on the street I’m a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
I don’t wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slippin’ from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

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'Earth' Lyrics - Mac Miller ft. Future
Here is Earth Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Future

Yeah, you know I love having a studio at home
Because right when I walk in the booth
You know I, I take a sip of my drink
You know like, light a cigarette and walk up to the mic
And it's exactly the correct height for me
It definitely just makes me feel comfortable
You know, lets your mind be at ease
And I, noticed that, that uh, sometimes I rap with my rollie on
And sometimes I take it off

You ain't gotta worry if you're cold
Promise baby, I'll be there by tomorrow
If you love me then I'll be down for it all
Cause I ain't seen nobody like you
You look so good, when you walk by
I have to stop, you broke my heart
Can't you bring you back to us

Hi, I am sitting in the clouds
Everything around seems different to me now
And this could be a change for the both of us
Get away from the world that's controlling us
It's only just me, I hope you trust me
You look a little nervous, keep adjusting your blouse...

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