G Herbo – Eastside Story Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
R3 them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
(?) and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout four of them all the time
Back when (?) lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, (?) all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties is shit (?)
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do belly (?) with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, “hello”
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay

G Herbo – Tired Lyrics

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Hope it all pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive
See my face pop up on Channel 5, talking about a homicide
He was caught laid out on Essex Ave gunned down a bunch of times
No gun on me so that means I lied in all them fucking rhymes
I ain’t tryna go out like that, how the whole city run they mouth like that
Got a .40 cocked back, hollow tip magazine, yeah I leave out the house like that
Gotta stay lowkey, I ain’t been off lean but I’m ready to bounce right back
Getting tired of everybody putting stress on me, fuck around and relapse right back
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
Tired of being around my homies dying, seen too many homicides
Kobe’s last breath right before my eyes, shit had me traumatized
I’m so sick and tired of being tired, I don’t even exercise

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
I tote me a big .45, I’m tired of eights, I’m tired of nines
Niggas got my name in they mouth, guess they ain’t never gonna get tired of dying
I’m tired of trying, I’m tired of flying, I’m tired of niggas lying
Bout to move down south, cop a big ass house, I need some peace and quiet
I was always silent, grew up violent, adapted to my climate
Fly as a pilot, please come try it, I stay with my sidekick
I already cocked back, pussy nigga top back, put a bullet hole in your Sox cap
Niggas wanna start rumors like I ain’t got shooters, tell ’em hating ass niggas stop that
I know real drug lords and I really fought war why the hell you think I bought these guns for?
40 Glock with the beam, pull up on the scene, I make all the niggas run for it
See me out in the town, got at least 30,000, so them hating ass niggas come for it
I ain’t worried about the bread, put a hundred on your head, make all my lil niggas hunt for him

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Outro: Lil Bibby]
I said if you wanna get ahead sometimes you gotta go with doubt you feel me? You have to make a lot of sacrifices for this shit man, you know what I’m saying? A wise man once told me, he said Bibby you want something you never had, you gotta do something you ain’t never did. You feel me? He said Bibby you having too much fun, you know what I’m saying? It’s grind time man and I like niggas to be on my ass sometimes man. Look, push me, they push me to go harder, you know what I’m saying?

YG – I’m A Thug Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Hook]
Told mama
I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama
I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still [?]
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me

[Verse 1]
I’m a thug nigga, I might drop someone
I’m a thug nigga, I might front someone
I’m a thug nigga, make the foreign do a donut
If I like her I’ma hit it, I don’t care what for
I’m a thug nigga, I don’t smoke hookah
I fuck bitches and talk about who was losers
What it look like, what it smell like?
Does she know how to get her head right?
Ay, all my homies feel like “Thug Life”
Pop tag, nigga, fuck price
They say I’m wrong but I feel so right
Straight out the gate with the Glock on my side
I don’t turn down fees
I don’t got feelings, I feel no ways
He was cryin’ when he was in that cage
He probably bleed for seven days

[Hook]
Told mama
I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama
I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still [?]
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me

[Verse 2]
I can Blood walk to this, I can Blood talk to this
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ myself?
[?], let me talk my shit
It go, Big Booty, Slim-Foe, Psycho, Lil’ Tick, Tiny Train and Bool Boy
Drop me a nigga with
Jay man, Big trill, Money and Charlie, uh
Shout out [?], used to bang with in Inglewood
Baby down for villain gang
Little known familiar gang
Murder GD [?] from swine, they be havin’ things
Q Ball, Lil’ Wolf, free Troop,and Baby Bool
All my young niggas, they whole hood love them boys
They stay shoothers
Big round, little round, both with the gun clap
Wanted in jail for the bank [?] bounced with straps
Tiny Rock, Heavy D, [?] from nutty block
Total 3 and G-Man from Santana Blocc
Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, hope for the smilin’ me
My young niggas shinin’ back from Inglewood NHP
Big beef from NHP, the homegirls from the tree
Put that on some

[Hook]
Told mama
I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama
I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still [?]
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I’m a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me

Charli XCX – Roll with me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We shine when the light’s go out
I want to kiss you in a nightclub
Let’s (?) across your mouth
My heart is beating and it won’t stop

[Bridge]
You got me feeling in exciting new way
You make me feel like (?)
Oh, we got this moment don’t let it slip it away
So tell me, now I got to find out

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ? (Say yeah!)
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ? (Say yeah!)
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ? (Say yeah!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Say yeah!)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Say yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Your touch got me off the ground
It’s like we living in the daydream
Skylines (?)
And then you tell me that you love me

[Bridge]
You got me feeling in exciting new way
You make me feel like (?)
Oh, we got this moment don’t let it slip it away
So tell me, now I got to find out

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ? (Say yeah!)
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ? (Say yeah!)
Do you want to roll with me ?
Do you want to roll with me ? (Say yeah!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Say yeah!)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Say yeah!)

R. Kelly – Piano Lessons Lyrics

La la la la la la la la la…

Anticipate you grace to stage
Begin to play that stunning way
All eyes on u, in all black suits
The crowd goes silent in this place
Piano keys, the melody
That you select is teasing me

And I’m not really trying a be a bad girl (tonight)
But you about to make me be a bad girl (tonight)
Have another drink, then I’m gonna leave
But I’ll make it worth your while
If you come over here and give me….

Some Piano lessons, some piano lessons
Some piano lessons, some piano lessons
Oooh ehhhh
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)

In the way you play it makes me wish I had your hands
Playing my body like it were an instrument
Do it so good boy, make me wanna do it back
Lesson’s so good to me, I can write a song to that
We can be a duet you come to my home
Cause practice makes perfect, we’ll practice all night long

And I’m not really trying a be a bad girl (tonight)
But you about to make me be a bad girl (tonight)
Have another drink, then I’m gonna leave
But I’ll make it worth your while
If you come over here and give me….

Some Piano lessons, some piano lessons
Some piano lessons, some piano lessons
Oooh ehhhh
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)
Let’s write a song (la la la)

If you come over here and give me…

Some Piano lessons, some piano lessons
Some piano lessons, some piano lessons
Oooh ehhhh
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)
We’ll write a song (la la la)

Aaliyah – Back and Forth Lyrics

[Intro]
Let me see you go back
(Move, it’s the L -I- Y- A- H)
Let me see you come forth
Now let me see you go back
(Move, it’s the L- I -Y- A- H)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, now let me see you go back
(Move, it’s the L- I -Y- A- H)
Let me see you come forth
Uh, let me see you go back
(Move it’s the L- I -Y -A -H)
Now let me see you come forth, yeah

[Verse 1: Aaliyah]
It’s Friday and I’m ready to swing
Pick up my girls and hit the party scene
Tonight, it’s alright
So get up and let this funky mellow groove
Get you in the mood
Cause you know it’s alright

[Pre-Hook]
So Mr. DJ keep the music grooving
(Keep on grooving)
Don’t stop moving
(Don’t stop moving)
Let me see you, let me see you go

[Hook]
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Go back
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Alright
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
I wanna see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
Come on
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Let me see you go
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)
Back, back, forth, and forth
See you go back and forth
(Let me see you back and forth, now check it)

[Verse 2: Aaliyah]
Now it’s time for you to make your move
To the dance floor
So throw your hands in the air
And wave them around like you just don’t care, yeah
Move, it’s the L-I-Y-A-H
Ripping up the stage
I got jazz personality, G mentality; beats from Soul Train

[Pre-Hook]
So if the DJ keep on moving
Don’t stop moving
Now let me hear you go
Back and forth

[Hook]

[R. Kelly]
Hey here’s the forth melody, get upon the floor you see
Show your personality, be who you wanna be now tell me

[Aaliyah]
See can you feel the groove
Hey, I want to keep this party going on all night

[Pre-Hook & Hook]

Mike Stud – Shine on em Lyrics

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

Lil Durk – Rider Chick Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
(?), These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Told her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case his OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

Lil Durk – Street Life (Outro) Lyrics

[Intro: [?]]
“See the goal, is always gonna be get out the streets. You’ll see quitting while you’re here means ending one chapter and starting a new one. I’mma keep the trigger off safety and, my eyes on the prize. God got my back and, my balls gonna make sure I stand 10 toes down. Middle finger to the muthafuckin’ world! Durk, end this chapter!”

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Summertime shootouts
Everybody a shooter
Glock poppin’ now before this
Everybody had rugers
I was broke and I was down, now I’m all about the mula
(?) bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar
Hit a (?) got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber
Can’t starve I gotta make it, I’mma turn this shit a movie
Black opps, niggas know I’m the wack opps
I’m the face, no mascot
300 pounds of jackpot and I used to sell-
Dummy bags for the ps you come short
Dopeboy 20k got a choppa on the porch
I got a choppa on the porch and a yopper in the (?)
I got four of ’em in the bush
You ever had to wake up to yo’ mans like he’s somebody else
(?) I’m lookin’ up like Lord somebody help
I can’t feel my face I swear I feel I’m by myself
I’ve been to war nobodys left

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Street life
I’m tryna make it out this street life
I’m tryna make it out this street, oooh
Yea, yeaah, street life

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Hermes sneaks, I’m just kickin’ flavor
(?) booth tryna make a hit, like imma kick it later
30k a show, I’m tryna get the 80
And get my mama a new crib, and brother new Mercedes
And get my niggas out the trap, my sister out the Navy
And get Zayden from his mama, I know them bitches hate me
And yeah the streets ravin’, can’t count nobody out, (?)
(?), and get the keys to the lamb
Appartments to a mansion, school pants to fashion
(?) dog food, not a pantry
Fo nem learned the hard way, dog food and the hard way
I used to trap up out that hallway

[Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Street life
Rest in peace to my niggas that never made it out of the street life, cause everybody don’t make it out
I’m tryna make it out that street life
Yeaah, make it out the street life

Lil Durk – Young Niggas Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk verses, I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Anywhere yet don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
Came ’round stick, and we on whoever whatever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

Lil Durk – They Forgot Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin’ I ain’t did shit for ’em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut ’em off, bitch
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch Nigga
And I gave ’em cash, I’m a rich nigga
Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
And I fuck his bitch, I give her dick nigga
Now tell ’em every reason why you sick nigga
And I’m the reason why you got them bricks nigga
Sneak dissin’, catch him by himself, ain’t got a stick with him
100 thousand jewels, I call my lil’ bitch a [?] nigga
Would say I hope you OD but I don’t [?]
Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
Talkin’ ’bout I don’t do shit for the fam, bitch I’m from the [?]
100 [?], 100 thou’
Free my niggas out the jail
I’ll never rat
50K, I drop it out the sac
Bike life
Slide on that Banchee, on lil’ Meek’s ass
Nightlife
Slide to his crib, I’ma creep his ass
Left, right
3, 4 times, I’ma beat his ass
If came with us, I swear to God we’ll leave his ass

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Niggas in Chicago [?], them niggas is lyin’
Think about fuckin’ with [?], them niggas dyin’
Bitch got me poppin’ a Perc, I took a few a slime
Free the guys doin’ real time, 22 and 9
Even though they won 1,000 pennies, niggas won’t drop a dime
They know we fuckin’ hoes in the city
Fuck with us and never call a bitch back
I’m the nigga, follow who?
Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
Watch this shit, go and get my own
With no asks and shit
[?] this shit, [?] this shit
I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch I’m me, I get fuck for free
30K to see
Bitches mad, got ’em mad at me
People [?]
Super sauce, I’m a super boss
Killas super off
Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
Niggas straight snitches, just to lose ’em all
Nigga what, nigga who is y’all
Bernie take ’em off!
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

Lil Durk – Rico Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Choppa chopped his ass
Photo boxed his ass
On that block with MACs
Niggas drop for MACs
That’s a homi nigga
Rondo caught a body nigga
He a still body niggas
Babies in the traphouse
Johnson Johnson nigga
How the fuck you wildin’ niggas
Niggas’ hoes robbin’ niggas
Kiilas with me from all blocks
All Glocks so call God
And we slidin’ no hidin’
You down, co sign
Fuck him up but his bitch just sucked me up
Late night with them sticks
Hit the city fuck the diss
High speed I’m with the shits
I can’t take another risk
And I’m cool with hearin’ shit
I can’t take another diss
And I always want a draco
You can X that off the list
And we slide down yo’ block
Hoping niggas that I miss
Boom ’em right back around
Hit up whoever miss
Never put that pole down
I’m from where it go down
Rico!

[Hook]
I seen my homie kill my other homie
We call that nigga Rico
Niggas say they pull up on em’ or somethin’
Watch out for that fuckin’ Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico

[Verse 2]
Take somethin’, from my woes gon’ shake somethin’
And my jewels is wraith money
68 back that straight money
Police want me off the streets
Take my kids away from me
See them lawyer never cheap
60k for them to speak
No time for Rico
My homie snaked like Rico
That boys’ daddy is (?)
My name is built like Jango
I gotta watch it now
Heard he want the top and shit
Heard he want the block and shit
And my car and my watch and shit
And I think he coppin’ shit
Not a bird, he cops and shit
I’m a real nigga and that boy the opposite
You gon’ have that one homie that’s gon’ hate on you
He gon’ get that bag and take off, ain’t gon’ wait on you
Gang Gang!

[Hook]
I seen my homie kill my other homie
We call that nigga Rico
Niggas say they pull up on em’ or somethin’
Watch out for that fuckin’ Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico, that Rico
That Rico

Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
(?), you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 times for (?) that’s they trippin’
2 times from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas was the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so doo-doo MAC go in the (?), ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was underseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cast, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call a (?) we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga and the shit watch the gun sound

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

Lil Durk – Hard Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Wonder & Lil Reese]
KidWonder did you make this beat?
It’s your boy Lil Reesey checkin’ in
You rockin’ with my nigga DJ Bandz
300 to nuttin’
HoodRich bitch!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bro call we takin’ doors off
Pour a pint and I might doze off
‘Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off
Free my boy De-De he like old dog
Name ringin’ bells my whole family starvin’
Most niggas doin’ drills out the family car
We ain’t got no chill, we ain’t got no chill
Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill
Niggas say they real but they ain’t really real
Can’t trust ’em like we dead and niggas killin’ kids
Smith & Wesson nina, takin’ out his dreads
I’m off the drugs, I’m off the percs and they both messy

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
These niggas bitches they don’t want it
A lotta killas put ’em on ya
My niggas with it you don’t want it
We point the fingers then they on it
Fuck all that talkin’ it ain’t nothin’
Pull up with choppas get to bustin’
A lot of niggas get to runnin’
Watch all yo’ niggas get to runnin’
Fuck all that talkin’, let’s get the money
Lil Durk he with me yeah that’s my brother
We ain’t havin’ that money come between us
Back then used to ride around the (?)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Outro: Lil Durk]
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs

Gucci Mane – Drove U Crazy Lyrics

[Intro]
Gucci tiller
Brr Brr Brr

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Pull up in a lamb, drive you crazy
She wanna ride the wave

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about them colors you showed me
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about them colors you showed me
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy U drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me

MOANA – How Far I’ll Go lyrics

I’ve been staring at the edge of the water
Long as I can remember
Never really knowing why

I wish I could be the perfect daughter
But I come back to the water
No matter how hard I try

Every turn I take, every trail I track
Every path I make, every road leads back
To the place I know where I cannot go
Where I long to be

See the line where the sky meets the sea?
It calls me
And no one knows
How far it goes

If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know
If I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go

I know everybody on this island seems so happy, on this island
Everything is by design
I know everybody on this island has a role, on this island
So maybe I can roll with mine

I can lead with pride, I can make us strong
I’ll be satisfied if I play along
But the voice inside sings a different song
What is wrong with me?

See the light as it shines on the sea?
It’s blinding
But no one knows
How deep it goes

And it seems like it’s calling out to me
So come find me
And let me know
What’s beyond that line, will I cross that line?

See the line where the sky meets the sea?
It calls me
And no one knows
How far it goes

If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know
How far I’ll go

Young Thug – Beat it ft. Jeremih Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayee
(Ohh ayee)
Aye you know what I really don’t give a fuck about what you
Niggas sayin’ man
Or how you niggas feel, nigga I’m bloody
It’s the motherfuckin’ death of me ya dig
But I must tell you fuckniggas one thing, I’m sayin’

[Hook: Young Thug]
Uh, Hey!
Hey!
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block
I’mma beat it, beat it, beat it upppp
Come here baby let me beat it, beat it, beat it uppp

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Hey, I’ve been chillen in-between a couple condos
Dollar bills, real shit in my eye only
I got it all around, now let me show you what I wanna see
I admit me and Thugger throw pies on it
That’s right me got some titties and thighs on it
I’m gonna fuck around and beat it, put some miles on you
I Know you’ll let me if I ask, Gon shawty bring that ass on
Legs up put ’em to the sky for me
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block
I’mma beat it, beat it, beat it upppp
Come here baby let me beat it, beat it, beat it uppp

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it up, stroke it for Thugger
I’mma fuck her with my ice on the poley
Beat lil shawty, fiend for shawty, eat lil shawty up, up, up, up
Everything presidential, King Tut, what?
Beat that pussy from the back
Beat that pussy from the side, beat that pussy up
Baby get that pussy wet
And I’mma slip in, I’mma slide in and eat that pussy up
Heat it up, eat it up, baby girl I’mma beat that pussy up
Hey, I need whole Santa Claus motherfuckers
Suck my balls while it jiggle
And I’m havin’ stripes just like a zebra
Drop top Bentley come through screamin’ on you people
Drinkin’ lean is my motherfuckin’ thing
Same bed as T.I.P. cause I’m a king
Tuck my chain in, I swear it still bling
Yeen ain’t never need anything
Motherfucker what ever you think
Your old lady gon wink, pussy nigga you know

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block

Gucci Mane – AAAA Lyrics

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

Kodak Black – Down N Out (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah I’m that youngin from the projects
Stolen cars, but I’m gettin’ money now, so I bought a Jag
She want me to love her, eat that pussy good
Slide it in her ass, but I’m not familiar with that
I’m not the student at the front seat of the class
Teacher’s pet, a class clown cause I ain’t go to class
Why go to school? I know all I need to know
And I’m gettin’ Caspar gold money so why should I pass now
I’m sittin’ on a crate chillin’ in the shade
Fresh cut, Kodak fade
On my corner with them thangs
Come get you a pillow sack 5 for 20
I got nicks and dimes
What you want? Zone or high grade?
Shoot it you fade away
Money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I’m gettin’ it every way
Lil Kodak
Salute me I’m Mr. K
Where is my cake?
Super cold [?]
I can’t be fuckin’ all these hoes
And I can’t be makin’ friends
Don’t be them foes you don’t know they hatin’ on the low
I’m that lil nigga from the ‘Noya
That lil zo
I be Polo to the floor
Boy, don’t act like you don’t know
I came up shootin’ dice by the dope hole
Throwin’ licks, the youngest nigga out here posted on the scroll
Snatchin’ chains, I fell in love with that gold
She be shinin’, she’s so pretty
Boy, I love that hoe
My people be tryna tell me leave the streets alone
But they see I just won’t listen
They say “just let him go”
They got me at running back and now I’m runnin’ them back
And Coupe say when I get older I be runnin’ the sac
I’m that ratchet jay baker rap maniac
Where’s that? Pockets fat
Hit my first lick I don’t know how to act
New cracker say I look like lil Boosie
And plus I rock the Boosie
They call me Boosie, they say I’m so easy to catch
They say I’m ADHD, schizophrenic
My pistol panic, it just be firing
Get nervous, I can’t handle it
Project Baby, and you know that I am him
My nigga found me, he was with me shootin’ in the gym
I was settin’ him up for 3’s, but I was scorin’ more than him
He wanted to be the team, grabbed my ball straight off the rim
My main bitch be trippin’
She not my main, but the only reason she my main cause I ain’t got no other bitches
I be stolo slidin’ foreign
She be nervous when she in it
I be drivin’ on the mollys, I be rollin like a filly
Ghetto child, posted with that 9 like Ibaka
Ugly corner jet, 40 cal hit you like [?]
Lil nigga big old pistol, I can’t shoot no chopper
Rock designer, Ferragamo, Prada fly like Harry Potter

Pouya – We All Not Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, yuh

[Hook]
We all not shit, we all not shit
I’m on my shit, I’m on my shit
I’m on my own, I’m all alone
I feel no one, I stay at home
Don’t leave my room, I feel consumed
My life is doomed
Where am I going with this?
Am I too grown for this?
Am I too young to die?
Too much a man to cry
Too much pride to lie
Someone tell me why
Why these hoes all on me now?
They used to never look my way
If the check bounce back tonight
Would you still wanna give me face?
Where am I going with this?
Am I too grown for this?
Am I too young to die?
Too much a man to cry
Too much pride to lie
Someone tell me why
Someone tell me why
Someone tell me why
Aye, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
I don’t respect the hoes I fuck
Only known me from Get Buck
They still proceed to swallow nut
No questions asked, they pullin’ up
Why do you fuck with the kid?
How do you know where I live?
Have you been stalking me lately?
Gotta keep my gun off the safety

[Hook]
We all not shit, we all not shit
I’m on my shit, I’m on my shit
I’m on my own, I’m all alone
I feel no one, I stay at home
Don’t leave my room, I feel consumed
My life is doomed
Where am I going with this?
Am I too grown for this?
Am I too young to die?
Too much a man to cry
Too much pride to lie
Someone tell me why
Why these hoes all on me now?
They used to never look my way
If the check bounce back tonight
Would you still wanna give me face?

Kesha – Styrofoam Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m just not myself today
I’ve been thinking way too hard
My cigarette burns down so fast
Is nothing permanent?
I’ve been trying to figure out
You’ll love this life, what it’s about
Why my foot is always in my mouth
If nothing’s permanent

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’m freaking out
I’m feeling stuck
I tell myself to lighten up

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

[Verse 2]
Even you and I can’t keep
Staying up all night, we need some sleep
It’s nothing personal (nothing personal)
Just nothing’s permanent
My hair color, my favorite band
The tattoo’s, thank god I didn’t get
That night, I swore I’d never drink again
Well, nothing’s permanent

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I can’t worry ’bout the past
What’s done is done
Put it to rest
(What’s done is done)

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

[Bridge]
In 10 years, who will know
Who will care, ’bout that fling
With that guy, what’s his name
In 10 years, Britney Spears
Britney- who-?

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

Kesha – Tease Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Verse 1]
Spotlight’s down in the hotel lobby
Turn it up, honey shake that body
Dance on top of the Maserati
Nobody can get enough
Push and pull, it’s the evening mission
Turn me on like a television
Fire me up with your disposition
How you gonna get enough?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
People in the sky
People on the ground
Everywhere I go
From Tokyo to London town

[Chorus 1]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, it’s been all of my life

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Verse 2]
Trip me up as I pass your shoulder
Private dance like I’m Tina Turner
Just one touch and you’re done, you’re over
Bet you’ll never get enough

[Pre-Chorus 2]
People in the bedroom
People on the floor
Everywhere I go
From Mexico to Singapore

[Chorus 2]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, don’t be wasting my time

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me
Why you gotta tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Refrain]
If you want me, know how to please me
Go on and turn me out
If you want me, you better tease me
Don’t make me show you how

[Pre-Chorus 3]
People on computers
People in the park
Everywhere I go
From Ohio to Santa Barb

[Chorus 3]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, it’s been all of my life
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, don’t be wasting my time

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me
Why you gotta tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

Kesha – Save Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is gonna be one of those nights
I already made the call
Came home kinda tipsy
Feelin’ kinda lonely, yeah
Let’s blame it on the alcohol
This is gonna be one of those things
We can never ever talk about
Cause’ I swore to myself I would never give in
But what else can I do with you in my house

[Pre-Chorus]
Why am I asking for trouble
Over and over again
Why did I finally give in
When I already know how this ends

[Chorus]
Can anybody come save me
Hold me down, I’m danger to myself
Save me, slow me down before I need some help
Save me, can anybody see
That I can’t say no anymore
Someone come save me

[Post-Chorus]
Come save me, come save me
Come save me, come save me

[Verse 2]
This is gonna be one of those mornings
We’re both gonna wanna die
The dirty little deeds
That we shouldn’t have done
Gonna play on repeat
In the back of your mind
You know, I don’t know why
I do these naughty things
I flirt with disaster, drive a little faster
Is anybody ever gonna come save me

[Pre-Chorus]
Why am I asking for trouble
Over and over again
Why did I finally give in
When I already know how this ends

[Chorus]
Can anybody come save me
Hold me down, I’m danger to myself
Save me, slow me down before I need some help
Save me, can anybody see
That I can’t say no anymore
Someone come save me

[Post-Chorus]
Come save me, come save me
Come save me, come save me

[Bridge]
He’s on his way down to my place
(Don’t know why, don’t know why
You know that I don’t know why)
Could this be a big mistake
(Don’t know why, don’t know why
You know that I don’t know why)

[Refrain]
Cause’ I’m all out of time and I’m losing my mind
But I want it so bad, I decided to try
But I’m in over my head, we could get in too deep
Baby, I should have left all my dreams to my sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
Why am I asking for trouble
Over and over again
Why did I finally give in
When I already know how this ends

[Chorus]
Can anybody come save me
Hold me down, I’m danger to myself
Save me, slow me down before I need some help
Save me, can anybody see
That I can’t say no anymore

[Outro]
Come save me, come save me
Come save me, come save me
Come save me, come save me
Come save me, come save me

P Money – Conspiracy Don Lyrics

[Partial Hook]
L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Verse 1]
Everybody talking gang
Till they really seen my gang
I don’t wanna hear nobody chatting ’bout ride and bang
You wouldn’t even drive in the van
These youts really haven’t got a clue about man
I’ll give you a clue about man
I’ve got friends that fought undies with the opps
They pulled up on a man (buss it, buss it)
Feds caught one in the hand
I can’t roll with some man
How can I get nicked? You get nicked
But they only wanna charge man
Couldn’t even wait till you got to the station
I bet you snitched in the van
Now man’s got P phoning my bredrins
Yo, when you see dem man
Real conspiracy man

[Hook]
South L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Verse 2]
What you mean, “wah gwan, cool”?
Me and dem man are not cool
I don’t wanna hear nobody saying they know me from school
Been a lot of years since school
Blud, these pussyholes don’t even know what I’m called
Man ain’t Peter or Paul
When I walked in the room with the longest tool
Man thought I’d come to play pool (buss it, buss it)
Holes in chests and walls, I can’t roll with these fools
A man raps hard, when they get nicked
Not one of them turn Ja Rule
Violate me, you won’t be able, MAC-10 trigger gets pulled
So many holes in your whip, you’ll have to get pulled
If that was us getting pulled (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy rules

[Hook]
South L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Partial Hook]
L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun

[Hook]
South L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)
Real conspiracy don, south L-O-N don
I can’t believe my ears, man thinks that me done
Everybody talking bad till dem skin get bun
One phone call, two bike riders will skid with gun (buss it, buss it)

[Outro]
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it
Buss it, buss it

P Money – Don’t Holla at Me Lyrics

[Intro: Tee]
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Yo (Splurgeboys), yo

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, check this
Certain man talk more than a chick
Dropping names in next man’s biz
While he speaks, I was thinking (prick)
Listen, man, about financed whips
These times, man ah man knows who he is
I ain’t got time, I don’t wanna hear this
Dissing your own darg, you sound like a bitch
All because they didn’t follow man back
Feminine, you ain’t got a man’s back
You told him you would ride or die, then exposed him
Bet you didn’t tell him ’bout that (go on)
Rah, thought you were co-Ds
So why you telling me that he owes P?
07961 074964
Tell him what you told me

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at man

[Verse 2: P Money]
Some of these girls get me vexed (vexed)
All they wanna do is talk about my ex (ex)
My expression shows no interest (none)
While she speaks, I was thinking “sket”
Talking what you don’t know, you’re such a beg (beg)
Acting like you don’t ever have sex (none)
Backstage, had her up against the wall
Squad goals when I bend it over like Becks (mad)
Now she wanna talk about man (mad ting)
Dem tings dere, I can’t stand (sad ting)
Had to ask her if she knows Vardy (why?)
All she does is chat shit and get banged
Talking like we just played dominoes
Like you weren’t backstage, getting deep panned
Ignoring his calls when he rang
That’s how I know that you link ’nuff man

[Hook: Tee & P Money]
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla at me
Man wanna talk about next man’s B
Wasteman ting
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Nah, rudeboy, don’t bother
Cuh chatty patty don, fam, that’s not me
That’s not, that’s not me
Huh, man only talk about PA, PA
PA, PA, P, Money
Man wanna talk about he or she
And we’re not talking ’bout money, then
Holla at them, don’t holla at me
Don’t holla

[Bridge: Tee]
Why’s my man hollering at me for?
How did he get my number?
Why’s that girl hollering at me for?
How did she get my number?
Cuh right now, man not too sure
Wonder, oh, I wonder
Cuh right now, man not too sure
You gave him my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
Don’t give out my number
Don’t give… out my number
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)
(Don’t give… out my number)

P Money – Keepin’ It Real Lyrics

[Verse 1: P Money]
I just wanna make music
Hit the studio, create music
My fans purchase, download and play music
Seek melody, metaphor and rave music
That chill on the sofa and play music
Don’t want a beat, just wanna play music
Who am I kidding? I’ll beat when I play music and
If her boyfriend is talking smack
I’ve got that lead your girlfriend away music
I’ve got that wild, you’ve got that tame music
I’ve got that real, you’ve got that lame music
I’ve got that cosign, labels wanna sign the work of art
Belong in the Tate music
Grime, rap, UK bass music
That real easy to embrace music, and
Any MC that is thinking they’re rough
I’ve got that punch a man in their face music
That serve you [?] ace music
Black, white, don’t watch race music
Still here, kept my faith music
Ten years, never made no fake music
Man have been making that great music
You need to make that stay in your lane music
Cuh 2016, I’ll be touring Australia
Second time round like

[Pre-Hook: P Money]
I’ve been killing shows with no deal
I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

[Hook: P Money]
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, they don’t even know
How it feels when you’re
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it

[Verse 2: Stormzy]
If you’re gonna send then send for the top
Look, trust me, I get it (calm)
I’ll take that shot and I’ll take that shot
Yeah, I’m photogenic (calm)
But when I spray back and I ended careers
Don’t tell me to dead it (‘llow it)
Bare of these MCs hate me
But they still see me and beg it (pussies)
And I still came back with the game on my lap
Like “nobody move” (no one)
Tryna take care of my Gs
Ain’t tryna see nobody lose
But man try come for my team, I’ll dun him off
My man thought he’s a G, stop running off
I’ve got a crown and you’ve got a crown
But rudeboy, this crown here ain’t coming off (‘llow it)

[Pre-Hook: P Money]
I’ve been killing shows with no deal
I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

[Hook: P Money]
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, they don’t even know
How it feels when you’re
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it

[Verse 3: P Money]
Yo, I was one of the youngers that you couldn’t send shop
Yeah, I was a mummy’s boy, but never soft
I boxed man that thought they couldn’t get boxed
Topped MCs that thought they couldn’t be topped
When I flow on the riddim, I never get lost
When you flow on the riddim, you’re told “get lost”
Labels wanna know how I keep going hard
Thought I took a pill cuh my ting never went flop
Complete control, I could never get dropped
There was never a show that never went off
Milking it for so long and it never went off
Don’t know why, maybe it’s cause I never went pop
Helped out the game, man did that a lot
Bring us down to festivals, did that a lot
Man can chat shit about me doing dubstep
Told grime police man never bread cops
So I still spray on dubstep now, and what?
Wait, cut the beat out, let me talk to these lot
Let’s talk P, I’m on about me
First grime act packing at Wireless? Me
Spraying on “Eskimo” at Wireless? Me
Five years straight and still tireless? Me
When everybody got a deal and did what they feel
Who was here releasing grime CDs? Me and Jme
Grime tracks on every single EP? Me
Young MC that was duppying pirate? Me
Big MC still duppying pirate? Me
Doing shows worldwide, play a man’s vocal
Showing their country that it’s not just me
Who was doing that at the time? No one, me
There was more but I can’t fit it in a sixteen
Man just better respect me

[Pre-Hook: P Money]
I’ve been killing shows with no deal
I always keep it down to earth, I’m so real
I’m ready, I’m itching to go, can’t sit still
They’re so fake, they don’t even know how it feels when you’re

[Hook: P Money]
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, they don’t even know
How it feels when you’re
Trill, keeping it real
Trill, keeping it

Kevin Gates – 90 Days Lyrics

(Intro)
What up big dawg!!(Beat Zombie)
Real nigga status (Real nigga status)
I ain’t doing nothing strange, put it on change
(I am Michael Jackson)
But ain’t no shame in my game you understand me
Real nigga status
I’ll go get a job if that’s what takes it
I am Michael Jackson

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

(Verse 1)
(What up-Cut up)
I remember wishing on a star
We was broke and we ain’t have a car
We collected change in a jar
Going half on the weed
Hit the store and stealing a cigar
When the money gone, Women leave
So we treat the hoes like what they are
Breaking in cars, Stealing radios
And the microwave got SpagettiOs
New pair of Jordans for a stereo
Well I got it on me, Im’ma let it go
Clutching bad with a metal glove
Gangsta nigga, you already know
Little shit they rap about, this ain’t the shit they ready for
Out the mud, I maintain for this
Cocaine slang for this
In the game, Bitch I prayed for this
Do my thang for this
Baltimore, Bullets rang for this
Diamond chain equipped
Stayed the same
All my partners changed
And I can’t hang with them
Check me out

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

(Verse 2)
I love you nigga like a brother
I met you through my big brother
I’m’ma real nigga till I die
I ain’t never tried to fuck your baby mother
Too much respect for to touch’er
And I look at her like a mother
My grandmother up and died on me
Only thing I had like a mother
Fuck the fame, Nigga thuggin’
Not to many make it out the struggle
I no longer go to funerals
But I’m spending money on the guns
I done killed shit
I done paid for it
With my daughter crying in my arms
Disrespect me nigga, Im’ma die about
End of the day you knowing it’s the law
Bread Winner getting off
In a jail cell all alone
You rap niggas kinda wack to me
You ain’t never really went to war
Beat a nigga to the car
Yeah, I’m really throwed off
Catch you slipping at the red light
Watch you get your shit blowed off
Raw

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90

(Outro)
Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
Real nigga status, Real nigga status
Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
Real nigga status, Real nigga status
Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
…Come around here
Gotta be humble when you come around here
It’s a jungle when you come around here-ohhh
Gotta be humble when you come around here
They gonna expose you, don’t come around here-noo

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth – Mecca and the Soul Brother (Wig Out Mix) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Okay, you wanna act trife and flip the script
With your Wonderama drama slash coma riff
That you’re kickin like Pele, flows even Bo knows
My versatility capability is simply bourgie
Y to the o-u-n-g, another G-to the u-n-s
Let’s back up, shortie, from the naughty like shorty
Berry Gordy with a forty gettin papes, oh Lordy
Claim you shoot more rounds than an Uzi
Stop the violence, cause ya can’t do me
New York to L.A. say what I play
So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday
You couldn’t bag me, boy, with a hefty
Train like Rocky but still can’t step to me
So take a hint, money, leave it alone
And play like Stephanie Mills and ‘find a home’
Plus I never boogaloo with Yacub
When mixed with the tricks in a alphabet stew
When I design a army I can reign
But never have more beef than Saddam Hussein
The Night Cap, so prepare for a cat scan
When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai-Pan
Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other
Mecca and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) –] Heavy D
Mecca and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) –] Heavy D

[ VERSE 2: C.L. Smooth ]
Schizophrenic, on a panic I do work
When you lurk with the professional ceremonial expert
The bold swinger, the Asiatic acrobatic
Lovable, sing the blues when I tap it
Save the mystery for Agatha Christie
Gimme a break, better wake Chief Kanisky
I’m not your ordinary modern day cliche
Cause I’m here to save you little lost souls anyway
Go with the flow with the flutes when it exectues
Any comp livin got buried in black suits
The limelight, never let it confuse you
It’s a _Fantasy Island_ without a Tattoo
The hardcore few tend to look for
It’s true, can’t buy a knuckle game in the stores
Makin movies like your name is Faye Dunaway
To hear the rumor echo in the project’s hallway
You wanna fast break, me no static
But Mister Whipple can’t dribble like Magic
I yolk em up in domination, nerds got scrambled
The Tony Randall left in shambles
Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other
Mecca and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) –] Heavy D
Mecca and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) –] Heavy D

[ VERSE 3: C.L. Smooth ]
Let me see..
Pete Rock is like salad dressing
When I toss another lesson
Ready or not, prime time after seven (kicki it)
I pull women like a wisdom tooth
Without any conversation with Doctor Ruth (kick it baby)
Makin all the girls wind with the glamity
‘When Doves Cry’, Apollonia and Vanity
Picture the Mary Jane frame on a mantle
Consider me a vandal the Virgin can’t handle
And never clown downtown with Pat Sajak
Popping that yang riffin “Homie don’t play dat”
So don’t gas the kid to make a movie
While I’m smackin a booty who just love to rock a doobie
Even though I make petty cash like a beggar
With no stash I make a Air bet and knit a sweater sweater
So the Night Cap of rappin, no slackin, backin
Hand clappin, feet tappin Chief and Captain
Could finger-lick the papes like there is no other
Mecca and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) –] Heavy D
Mecca and the Soul Brother

(Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth was on stage drinkin Cisco) –] Heavy D

Regina Spektor – Blood of Eden Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I caught sight of my reflection
I caught it in the window
I saw the darkness in my heart
I saw the signs of my undoing
They had been there from the start
And the darkness still has work to do
The knotted chord’s untying
The heated and the holy
Oh they’re sitting there on high
So secure with everything they’re buying

[Chorus]
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman and the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
We wanted the the union, oh the union
Of the woman, the woman and the man

[Verse 2]
My grip is surely slipping
I think I’ve lost my hold
Yes I think I’ve lost my hold
I cannot get insurance any more
They don’t take credit, only gold
Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see
You hold so tightly in your hand
And all the while the distance grows between you and me
I do not understand

[Chorus]
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman and the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
We wanted the the union, oh the union
Of the woman, the woman and the man

[Verse 3]
At my request you take me in
In that tenderness I am floating away
No certainty, nothing to rely on
Holding still for a moment
What a moment this is
Oh for a moment of forgetting
A moment of bliss
Oh, I can hear the distant thunder
Of a million unheard souls
Of a million unheard souls
Watch each one reach for creature comfort
For the filling of their holes

[Chorus]
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman and the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
We wanted the the union, oh the union
Of the woman, the woman and the man
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman and the woman in the man
In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
We wanted the the union, oh the union
Of the woman, the woman and the man

Regina Spektor – Mockingbird Lyrics

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don’t mock real well, well, then
Papa’s gonna buy you a freedom bell
Oh, and if that freedom bell don’t ring
Papa’s gonna buy you a cubic zirconia ring
Oh, and if that cubic zirconia ring don’t shine
You’re gonna give your papa a real hard time
Now ain’t you?
Ain’t you, baby, ain’t you?

And if that real hard time don’t pass
Papa’s gonna get wrinkles all upon his face
And then he’ll blend in with all the other papas then
Screw the whole mockingbird situation, we can’t even afford a medical plan
Now can we?
Oh, baby, now can we?
Mmm-mm, no
This song won’t do. Let’s start this over
Let’s start this over

Hush, little baby, here comes the sandman
Papa’s gonna buy you a medical plan
Oh, and if that medical plan don’t cover your ass
Papa’s gonna buy you a pregnancy test
And if that pregnancy test comes out positive
Well then, girl, I don’t know how the hell we’re gonna live
Maybe on your bright ideas
Maybe on cigarette butts
Maybe on bubblegum wrappers
Maybe on penalty shots

Ohhh, oh-woo-woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo-wooooo-wo-o
Woooo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woooo
Wooo-woo-woo-woo-woooo

Hush, little baby, don’t you cry
You know to you your papa would never, ever lie
Oh, hush while I sing to you this crude little lullaby
And I’ll get you all that shit one day
One by one, by and by
But in the meanwhile
In the mean-mean
In the mean-mean-mean-mean-mean-mean-meanwhile

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
Oh, and if that mockingbird don’t sing
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
A real diamond
No cubic nothing
Like in the movies
With that… what’s her name… Monroe… Marilyn
A real, a real diamond
Hush, hush
A real, a real diamond
Hush, hush
A real, a real diamond
Hush, hush
Hush, hush, hush, hush
A real, a real, a real diamond
Hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, huuush
Ha-hawawawush
Haaush up hush hush

Shh…