Rich The Kid – Bring It Back lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yeah
TheLabCook
Ooh
Ayy, ayy
Huh, huh
What, what

[Chorus]
I tell her bring it back (what), flexing with all the racks (flex)
Nigga, you ball cap (cap)
I’m in the ‘bach back (back)
Why would you lie to me? (lie)
She wanna ride with me (skrrt)
I got the Bentley B, you could go flex with me (flex)

[Interlude]
You know what I’m sayin’?
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas big cappin’ man
You know what I’m sayin’?
Real deal, real deal, real racks
You know what I’m sayin’?
Woah (hold up, woah)

[Verse 1]
I got a pink slip (skrrt)
Nigga, this big drip (drip)
Yo bitch was a quick rip (rip)
I met a gang bitch (gang)
You ain’t on the same sh*t (woah)
I hit a lame bitch (lame)
I had to lane switch (lane)
I done got dumb rich (rich)
Pinky ring 60K man (huh), you know what I’m sayin’? (no cap, cap)
On a light day man (light day), why would you lie? (lie)
You can come slide (slide)
She wanna ride (ride)
Yo bitch on my side (bitch!)
Chanel sh*t (Chanel), nigga this Maybach Music (Maybach)
You get the sauce, don’t lose it (lose it)
My bitch took yo bitch, she choosing (she choosing)
Might hit the plug off (plug)
Nigga, my plug call (call)
Patek my wrist, dawg (wrist)
Buy sh*t when I’m pissed off (huh)

[Chorus]
I tell her bring it back (what), flexing with all the racks (flex)
Nigga, you ball cap (cap)
I’m in the ‘bach back (back)
Why would you lie to me? (lie)
She wanna ride with me (skrrt)
I got the Bentley B, you could go flex with me (flex)

[Verse 2]
Racking them hunnids (hunnids)
The plug, I fronted (what)
Nigga, this nothing (this nothing)
Berlin stuntin’ (stuntin’)
Why is you cuffin’? (why is you cuffin’?)
Nigga you bluffin’ (nigga you bluffin’)
Ooh (ooh), big rings
She want Versace, that’s small things (Versace)
Plaques on the wall, just pick up my call (pick up my brrt)
I’m pissin’ ’em off (pissin’ ’em off)
They wanna see me fall (see me fall)
But them racks is up (racks), tell her back it up (back it)
Get up in that n*gger, I might damage her
I make her miss me (miss me)
Can’t let her kiss me (nah)
Money so crispy (crispy)
Trappin’ the whitney (trap)
Ooh, told that bitch we playin’ she don’t listen (she don’t listen)
Please don’t touch no pots up in my kitchen

[Chorus]
I tell her bring it back (what), flexing with all the racks (flex)
Nigga, you ball cap (cap)
I’m in the ‘bach back (back)
Why would you lie to me? (lie)
She wanna ride with me (skrrt)
I got the Bentley B, you could go flex with me (flex)

Yakuza – Veysel feat. Luciano songtexte

Songtexte Veysel – Yakuza

Schreibe Album im Jacuzzi
Meine Gang komm’n wie Yakuza
Mach mir bitte nicht auf Brudi
Mein Kumpel ist die Bazooka
Baba Steine, nur für Fuffi
Immer zufriedene Kundschaft
Deutsche Rapper sind nur Muschis
Ich komm’ und hol mir die Klunker.

Wer Eier hat, kommt, wer Eier hat, kommt. (x2)

Altendorfer Straße, New Jack City
Wallah, machen Hase, drück’ Packs, gib ihm
Rapper wollen alle wie Kanaken kling’n
Drücken Kohle ab und halten ihren Nacken hin
Bin ich auf Modus mach’ ich dich minus
Rund um den Globus, hunderte Kilos
Ganz kleine Picos machen auf Migos
Piss’ auf dein Logo, verbrenn’ deine Siedlung
Veysis Weg ist Carlito’s Way
Echte Schnee beim Videodreh
Die Waffe ist chrom, schallgedämpft
Lass’ Rapper oben am Galgen häng’n
High Noon, Blei, Barbecue
Und die Zeitung’n schreiben gar nicht gut
Die Szene am haten, d*ck mitgenomm’n
Komm in meine Gegend und du frisst Beton.

Schreibe Album im Jacuzzi
Meine Gang komm’n wie Yakuza
Mach mir bitte nicht auf Brudi
Mein Kumpel ist die Bazooka
Baba Steine, nur für Fuffi
Immer zufriedene Kundschaft
Deutsche Rapper sind nur Muschis
Ich komm’ und hol mir die Klunker.

Wer Eier hat, kommt, wer Eier hat, kommt. (x4)

Lucio, loco, woll’n die Kachis
Fühl’ mich wie Prinz von Zamunda
Stürm’ mit Chabbas jetzt dein’n Bunker
Will noch mehr lila, fünfhundert
Lucio, Zaza, komm, Negro
Versuri-lyrics.info
Berlin, mein Standort, Negro
Meine Gang: Yakuza, Bretter komm’n, Bazooka
Guck nicht so, Sharmuta, Zanotti Camouflage
Lieber langsam, Lucio kommt psycho
Locos und Zazas, anderes Niveau
Veysel, Lucio, gib ihn’n
Von Essen City bis hoch nach Berlin
Jack Daniel’s Cola, Modus bleibt Modus
Flieg’ weiter hoch, los, und hol’ jetzt mein Bonus
Spiel nicht mit Locos, ständig auf Fullsuff
Jagen nach Patte für Pradas und Krokos.

Flex, noch mehr Money, Gang wie Yakuza
Yakuza, fühl’ mich wie Prinz von Zamunda
Zamunda, fühl’ mich wie Prinz von Zamunda
Wie Yakuza, guck, meine Gang wie Yakuza.

Schreibe Album im Jacuzzi
Meine Gang komm’n wie Yakuza
Mach mir bitte nicht auf Brudi
Mein Kumpel ist die Bazooka
Baba Steine, nur für Fuffi
Immer zufriedene Kundschaft
Deutsche Rapper sind nur Muschis
Ich komm’ und hol mir die Klunkerrr.
Veysel songtexte
Video Veysel

LCD Soundsystem – ​call the police Lyrics

We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nothing
This is nowhere
We all, we all, we all, we all know this is nowhere
There is no one
Here

It moves like a virus and enters our skin
The first sign devises, the second is moving to Berlin
But that’s not the state I’m in
The air is thin but that’s not the state

The old guys are frightened and frightening to behold
Their heads come out fighting and still doing what they’re told
But you’re waking a monster that will drive you from your orioles of gold
And your body will get caught

And we don’t waste time with love
It’s just death from above

Your head is on fire, your hands are getting weak
We all, we all get stupid in the heat
You’ve basted your brains with the shatter and defeat up on the street
And this is nowhere
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The early years were boring
The quiet, unhappy home
See mother was a cripple and my father was a drunk but gentle man
So we do the best we can

The is the plan
Where you’ll make ’em like a man

‘Cause we don’t waste time with love
Yeah, we don’t waste time with love
It’s just a push and a shove

Well, there’s a full-blown rebellion but you’re easy to confuse
By triggered kids and fakers and some questionable views
Oh, call the cops, call the preachers!
Before they let us and they lose

When oh, we all start arguing the history of the Jews
You got nothing left to lose
Gives me the blues

And we don’t waste time with love
And we don’t waste time with love

So call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Yeah, call the police
Just text the cops
Yeah, call the police
You’re crazy, man
Yeah, call ’em up
Just call the police
The first in line
They’re gonna [?]

Musicals – Chess – Embassy Lament lyrics

Embassy Officials:
Oh, my dear how boring,
He’s defecting
Just like all the others,
He’s expecting
Us to be impressed
With what he’s done here,
But he hasn’t stopped
To think about the paperwork
His gesture causes–
We’ve an embassy to run here.

If these people can’t strike
Blows for freedom
With a valid visa,
We don’t need ’em.
If we seem offhand
Then please remember
This is nothing very special
He’s the fourth we’ve had
Since last November.
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?

Official #1:
And when he’s safely in the West
He’ll be the hero to discuss.
The media will lionize him,
Fame and fortune plus,

Officials:
No-one will recall it’s
Thanks to us.

Official #1: [Spoken]
You have a wife?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes.

Official #3: [Spoken]
You have two children?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes.

Official #2: [Spoken]
And they’re not coming with you?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
No, not for the moment.

Official #4: [Spoken]
You play chess. You are good at it?
[Official #3 whispers in #4’s ear]
Oh. I hear you’re world champion.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Since yesterday.

Officials: [Spoken]
That’s still good.
[Sung]
Have you an appointment
With the consul?
If you don’t
We know what his
Response’ll be,
He will not see you–
With respect it buggers up
His very taxing schedule,
Pushing peace and understanding.
Let us hope this won’t affect it.

Far too many joker
Cross the border,
Not a single
Document in order.
Russia must be empty
Though we’re all for
Basic human rights,
It makes you wonder,
What they built the Berlin wall for
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?

And when you’ve
Filled in all the forms,
And been passed
Clear of all disease,
Debriefed, debugged,
Dedrugged, disarmed,
And disinfected, please
Don’t forget the guys
Who cut your keys.

Alvarez Kings – Postcards From Berlin (Somewhere Between Album)

Soon enough
We will reach our destination
What a rush

Blurry eyed no time to climatize our minds
Hit highs and lows we’re comin’ down
And holding on
Never ever wanna let go.

Soon enough
We will reach our destination
What a rush
Blurry eyed no time to climatize our minds
Hit highs and lows we’re comin’ down
And holding on
Never ever wanna let go.

But you, you, you didn’t know
I was out in the cold
But you were never patient for my calls
Unlock the door to nobody else
You, you, you didn’t know
I was out of control
But you were never patient for my calls
Unlock the door to nobody else

To think of me and help you sleep
I’ll send a postcard every week
When you’re hurting I hope you get my
Postcard from Berlin
And you are smiling

Soon enough
We will reach our destination What a rush
Never ever wanna let go.

But you, you, you didn’t know
I was out in the cold
But you were never patient for my calls
Unlock the door to nobody else
You, you, you didn’t know
I was out of control
But you were never patient for my calls!

To think of me, and help you sleep
I’ll send a postcard every week
When you’re hurting I hope you get my
Postcard from Berlin
Remember me, don’t forget me…
I, will drink myself to sleep
Don’t forget me and I will see
Your face in every girl I meet

To think of me and help you sleep
I’ll send a postcard every week
When you’re hurting I hope you get my
Postcard from Berlin
Remember me, remember me
I will drink myself to sleep
Don’t forget me and I will see
Your face in every girl I meet

Ya salam – Kurdo songtexte

Songtexte Kurdo – Ya salam

Sonnenbrille so wie Stevie Wonder.
Jeden tag ist jetzt sonntag.
Links, rechts so wie Van Damme.
Rek digi digi bom boom.
Mit dem gang and the minibar.(ya salam)

Amsterdam, ya salam, ya salaaam.
Paris, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Berlin, yaa salam, ya salaaam.
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruxelles, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Frankfurtm yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Hamburg, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Kurdo songtexte
Video Salam

Gold – Liohn lyrics

Lyrics Liohn – Gold

You are like the beach with no ocean
Like Jay without Beyonce
You are like a party that’s okay
You’re like fifty shades without grey
You’re like getting drunk up in Amsterdam
Like Obama saying, “No, we can’t”
I don’t really know why I give a damn
But you’re still on my mind and I don’t understand.(gold)

Boy I want you here when you’re no good
I don’t really know-oh-oh
If only you could see what I could
Turn us into go-o-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-o-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-o-old.

You are like Holly, with no wood in
Like Phelps if he couldn’t swim
You are like tonic with no gin
Like a hipster without Berlin
You are like Bieber before the hype began
Like Obama saying, “No we can’t”
I don’t really know why I give a damn
But you’re still on my mind and I don’t understand.

Boy I want you here when you’re no good
I don’t really know-oh-oh
If only you could see what I could
Turn us into go-o-old versuri-lyrics.info
Turn us into, turn us into go-ooo-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-ooo-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-ooo-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-ooo-old.

Even though I really should
I knew that I never would
I can’t seem to let you go
Turn us into, turn us into go-o-old
Even though I really should
I knew that I never would
I can’t seem to let you go
Turn us into, turn us into go-o-old.

Boy I want you here when you’re no good
I don’t really know-oh-oh
If only you could see what I could
Turn us into go-o-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-o-old
Turn us into, turn us into go-o-olddd.
Liohn lyrics
Video Liohn

Drake & Giggs – Whippin’ Excursion (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

[Intro]
(Beam me up Scotty)

[Verse]
Whippin’ excursion
Oh shit, I’ve gotta pick up that person
In the trap house, whipping that work and
You’re not a gangster, you’re just an internet version
Whippin’ that wurzel
You know me, I’ve got the littlest circle
Mrs in the crib, you know I’m keeping that fertile
We don’t take pictures, you know I’m keeping that personal
White so clean, you know I’m flipping that Persil
Soon be the million dollar man, like I’m living with Virgil
Real shit, seen a little rehearsal
Big gun like Rick, it’s like I’m living with Hershel
Gangster, gangster
I’m with Lisa and Jackie, grab Samantha
Little bit of Drake and brang that Sampha
I’m the darkest, rap Black Panther
Man don’t powder, and I doubt man pamper
Man are real badman, unnu dat man stand for
I’m in an HSB, I went and bucked one banker
A lot of man play Ken, but man ah badman Blanka
Grab it and swerve it, turn it, grab it and burn it
Banging that Kermit, you gotta grab it and firm it
Banging that German whip, slanging that Sherman
If man has to burn then fuck it, I’m grabbing that burner
I just linked up with Buck and I’m with Alex in Berlin
Gravity surfing, cavities hurting
Man of no mercy, man have been murking
Man are just actors, man are rehearsing
And man was all talking
Now man are reverting
And now man are converting

The Weeknd – When I (Pullin’ Up Demo) (The Xo Tapes B-Sides Album)

[Verse 1]
I don’t really know, when I know you’re saying
I’ve been living down, every note you’re saying
I don’t mean enough, but I know you’re saying
I’ve been taking all you know, but I know you’re saying
Ooh when I know you said
Ooh when I know you say

[Hook]
Tell them all to wait inside, when I’m pullin’ up
Tell them all to wait inside, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up

[Verse 2]
I don’t really know, when I know you’re saying
I’ve been living down, every note you’re saying
I don’t mean enough, but I know you’re saying
I’ve been taking all you know, but I know you’re saying
Ooh when I know your said (say)
Ooh when I know you say (Ohh, baby)

[Hook]
Tell them all to wait inside, when I’m pullin’ up
Tell them all to wait inside, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up

[Verse 3]
I was posted up in Berlin when you called me
It was early, yeah
I just got that picture that you texted
You look ready, girl don’t tempt me
I’m flying down, to shut it down
You tryna buy your ticket to me, [?]
Seems like my name, but I hide that shit around
Whatever makes you feel like you the baddest bitch around
I know that your other man, got feelings for you
Well now that I’m calling back, what you got is through
And I want to know you bae, are naughty
And don’t say nothing babe, to nobody
I make it to [?], she gave her selfie
I make it to [?], I know you gon’ be
I made it to tomorrow bitch
I make it to pussy
I made this song
I don’t be on, shut the fuck up

[Hook]
Tell them all to wait inside, when I’m pullin’ up
Tell them all to wait inside, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up, when I’m pullin’ up
When I’m pullin’ up