Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Oh
Lil pump, yeah
What’s up?
How’d it go last week?
Eh, eh, uhm
How’s your man now?
Yeah, Huh (Huh)
Danny I See You

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
Owh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, and my headlights on a deer
I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
Had to go cop two pair, oh
Gucci coat over my glare, oh
Know who I fear, oh
I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
I’m gettin’ the money
I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
Let’s go

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
If you rich, put your bust down in the air
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’

Young Thug – Climax Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest, said you found a better climax
You said he’s swagged out, you leave
It’s like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
But leave, like it’s nothing (we got London On Da Track)

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
I just be watching my words (words)
You say whatever the fuck (fuck)
I think I take what I get (get)
And say whatever they love (love)
This might hurt for days
Now I can’t find my way (ay)
Sike, know I’m just playin’
Onto the next like I’m okay
Aye, this a pimpin’ can’t you tell? (tell)
She like, “No I can’t what the hell?”(hell)
Well then pull up baby, in a spell
Came out new hair, new nails
She take my heart then drive back
One, two, three, four, five, damn (yeah)
Deletin’ pictures on the gram
You forgot who I am
From the frontseats to the nosebleeds
That’s for actin’ like you don’t know me
Damn, my new bitch, she a trophy
And she love me for the old me
Yeah, the cold me, yeah, the old me (old me, yeah)
She the homie, cop her a rollie (rollie, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hu-uh, hu-uh, she r-i-i-ide
She wanna ride, ooh-oh-oh
My shawty better than that
Can’t complain about nothin’ (can’t complain about nothin’!)
How the fuck am I ever gon’ go turn myself in?
Got it stacked up on the Seroquel
Bitch it’s pimpin’ can’t you tell? (yeah)
This is pimpin’, can’t you tell? (yeah)
This shit look fishy, I don’t wanna see
Emergency, I’m tryna go to sleep
Money cut down a load of trees
Sauvage Dior, this ain’t no Creed
My dog got a deal, he back on the street
This bitch is so real, she as bad as can be
I had bitches around they was backstabbing me
I went straight to the racks like a hemi in me
Good energy, I invest in my queen
I can ride on this hoe like a new 12 speed
My bitch, bad, tragedy
Bitch, bad, tragedy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London got my beat from London

Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Noname – With You Lyrics

[Verse]
This is my happy ever suicide
My hands tied behind my breast
My silhouette did pirouettes
The curtains are closing
My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting
My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket
Who could be my lovely, my lovely?
Who could be my only one, my only?
I’m almost just as empty as you think I am, a penny for your thoughts
A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross
A may-black music, I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas
All my everythings for sale
All my second hand discoveries, Dungarees faded pale
All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail
All the fluctuations on scales
And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well
Well, we don’t drink that
If it ain’t the top shelf, nigga you can keep that
Share my life on Telefone, I’m 25 at 306, and 809 became my home
Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back
Somebody hold me like I’m almost enough
Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was
Little love from me, we can build this home alone
Alone
Forever with you, forever with you
I’m a home away from home and promise you’ll keep this secret
And promise you won’t forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches
He who leeches on love is a lame, chains and left her for London
Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn’t

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Way Too Fly Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Oh yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 1: Davido]
[?], said you the one though
Oh girl, I thought you said you the one
For your [?] girl, I’ll be a lover
[?], said you be the one
[?]
I was chilling by the bar
Sippin’ at the sea, you was having sex on the beach
Baby girl we gon’ shut down
[?], we go one time
This pussy got me on lockdown
I like it when she comes around, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got the juice baby, yeah, put you in the mood baby, yeah
Sex with you was too crazy, yeah, wish there was two of you baby
Yeah, I need two of you, you should move how I move too, yeah
Black hoodie and some black boots in the 2018 Benz coupe, yeah
Left wrist lookin’ like ooh, and my pinky ring on froze, ooh yeah
Diamonds looking so cold, like an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it’s 54 a show, mm-yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when its daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Outro: Davido]
Shout out to my New York baby
Shout out to my [?]
Shout out to my African baby
Love to my London lady

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

Calum Scott – Not Dark Yet

[Verse 1]
Shadows are falling, and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, and time is running away
Feel like my soul has, turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars, that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough, to be anywhere

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 2]
Well, my sense of humanity, has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing, what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 3]
Well, I’ve been to London, and I’ve been to gay Paris
I’ve followed the river, and I got to the sea
I’ve been down to the bottom, of a world full of lies
I ain’t lookin for nothing, in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden, is more than I can bear

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 4]
I was born here, and I’ll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was, I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer

[Outro]
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Watch Wild Beasts Play Their Last Show Ever


Last year, Wild Beasts announced that they were breaking up, finally concluding the project with a farewell EP. This week, the band released a final live album called Last Night All My Dreams Came True and also played their last show at London’s Eventim Apollo. With a career-spanning 24-song, three encore set, the band triumphantly brought the 14-year-old project to a close once and for all. Watch a few clips of the performance and hear their new live album below.

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Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

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Lady rejects man’s marriage proposal after giving her a kidney

A 49-year-old man who donated a kidney to the woman he loves was overjoyed at saving her life but saddened when she said no to marriage.

According to Sunday Mirror, Simon Louis popped the question to Mary Emmanuelle after nursing her back to health. But Mary gently rejected his proposal, though she loved him back, because her health made the future seem uncertain.

However the pair vowed to remain friends and Simon, 49, said: “I offered her my heart but I had to settle for giving her my kidney. Whatever happens, I’ll never regret giving her the gift of life.ed: “He is my very best friend and always will be. The love between us is real. He could have died doing what he did for me.” The pair first met in a London club in the mid-1990s with Mary, then 20, thinking Simon, 28, was “a good-looking bad boy”.

They shared an odd smooch and flirted but things between them never progressed further. Simon, who had other relationships but never lost his feelings for Mary, would think of her on Valentine’s Day and buy her a rose or some chocolates.

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Then in September 2014, Mary suddenly collapsed at home after her skin went yellow. She was in a coma for a fortnight after a brain haemorrhage, spent two months in intensive care and was eventually diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease.

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Her only hope was a transplant %9 only hope was a transplant – but the chances of a donor being found were drastically reduced because she had very rare B negative blood. Simon visited her every day, sometimes staying the night, so he could help her get to and from the hospital.

A few weeks later Simon suggested getting tested to see if he was a match as a donor – and it turned out he was. Then both underwent surgery before helping each other back to health.

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Then one night cooking dinner, Simon plucked up the courage and proposed. Mary said: “I let him down gently by saying I’d have to think about it. I think I’d worry if we got married it would in some way damage our special friendship and also I don’t want to get wed until I’m fully better health-wise.”

Playboi Carti – Hoe Fo-Sho Lyrics

Im a young cool, and my city pipin up (what)
Baby wanna fuck me cuz she know i got hella bucks (what)
Put that bitch up on her butt, i told her get the bucks ( what, ooh)
Got these hoes yeah , hoe fo-sho (what)
Baby wanna suck me yeah i got the throat (what)
Baby wanna fuck me cause she knows im goon (what)
All these hoes fucking yeah you know they flowin

Southside nigga keep that shit goon, 2900 got that bad vroom
Bad bih love me fuck her in the morning
Hop in rarri young Carti get bud
All my niggas shootin, young niggas they shootin (yeah)
Fuck on ya bitch, ya bitch a boy
Bad bih wanna suck a dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick (what)
Bad bih like to suck the dick (what)
Bad bih like to suck the dick ( let go)
Bad bih wanna suck a dick ( what)
Take a addy pill we on London shit
Put her on a jet , she like lost and shit

Eric Bellinger – G.O.A.T. 2.0 (feat. Wale)

[Intro: Wale & Eric Bellinger]
Yeah
Truly the greatest baby (Whoo)
All hail to my faovrite lady (Yeah)
[?] elevate your name but I’m sayin’ you already an angel baby
It’s Eazy

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
Shawty bad, slim, thick
She my drug, she my fix
And I’m all up in her mix
She be mixin’ with the wrist
She the plug, she finesse
She the one they call the GOAT
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and she fuck with all my bros

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’ma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yo, yo
I guess I’ma have to call her wait
I need someone to call me a cab
I drunk too much but I’m on my way
I hate fake love cause I love too hard
[?]
Come to your job bring lunch one time
Then leave your job and you don’t wanna say bye
I never say bye ’cause we just say ciao
She the bitch, she a dolla not a dime
Super thick, super fine
Most important super smart
I celebrate for your intelligence
Fashionista so effortless
To tell the truth I got a [?]
But if I had to chose [?]

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’ma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time

[Outro: Eric Bellinger & Wale]
Shawty bad, slim, thick
She my drug, she my fix
And I’m all up in her mix
She be mixin’ with the wrist
She the plug, she finesse
She the one they call the GOAT
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and fuck with all my bros
It’s Eazy, Wale too
All the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Moon and back, yeah
Mixin’ with the wrist
That’s my plug, that’s my chick, yeah

Kodak Black – Roll In Peace (feat. XXXTentacion)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days, ya know
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed, bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (fuck)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon’ ride for me, ayy

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Halsey – Bad At Love (On SNL) (Live)

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

Kodak Black – Free Cool (Pt. 2)

[Intro]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
That money gave him power and a bigger ego
I’m in a Thunderbird, I’m slidin’ wit’ my Desert Eagle

[Verse 1]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
Free my nigga Cool
My nigga, we tight like speedo
All my niggas goin’ fast, they gettin’ Rico
Free my nigga Jackboy we like Stitch and Lilo
I still be ridin’ wit’ fire, steering wheel on the right
I still be out of my mind, still be gettin’ real hype
I be on D’useé no lie, smokin’ on cherry pie
I promise I ain’t goin’, that’s that other guy
I ain’t take no shortcut, this shit ain’t come easy
Christian Louboutin is drippin’
When I step, I’m leakin’
Christian Louboutin, you would think I’m bleeding
They say that I’m next, don’t jinx me
Eat it up, baby, then drink me
I ain’t ever ask for nothing, my momma said "Don’t beg"
If you got it and I want it, then I’m on your head
My nigga been hidin’ lately, he think I want him dead
But I don’t want you to die, I want you to see me shine
I couldn’t make lemonade, so I made lemon-lime
Life gave me lemons, so I made lemon-lime
Kodak that nigga that green, Kodak that nigga that slime
That money done gave me power, money done turned me sour
I remember I was rockin’ Enyce, now I rock Givenchy
Run up on me, that’s risky
Run up on me, don’t tempt me
My tank on full, you empty
Smokin’ on gas like Wawa
Project Baby, got promethazine all in my baba
Free my nigga, flip with my nigga, flip a nigga like Kraby Patty
Flyin’ anywhere, my propellers be on aerobatics
All I know is rob, all I know is jack it
I ain’t ever had no job, I ain’t ever had no daddy
Dress it up, baby, like salad
Eat it up, baby, you nasty
Ain’t got no snacks in the cabinet, just some goddamn ratchets
Big Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’, ’cause that’s my goddamn twin
If Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’
Cardi B won, I won
My bitch said she want her hair done, part in the middle wit’ a bun
My bitch said she want her nails done, French tip, London
My bitch said she want her hair done, lace front, no bun
My bitch said she want her toes done, French tip, London
I don’t wanna see you cry, momma wipe yo’ eyes
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

[Outro]
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

Tekno – Only One

(Legendary Beatz)

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

Many girls can whine for me, only you I see
Amaka you are my fantasy, my indomie
My love, my love, my love, my love
You are my love, my love, my love, my love

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Oh, wataman no sure, slimdaddy say
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
My baby girl you give me love
The one that I never seen before

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
Say baby girl you give me more
My love that I never seen before

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara…

CHARLI XCX – Unlock It lyrics

Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
(Beautiful)

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Rollercoaster ride in the fast lane
Got the roof down
Kiss me hard in the rain
You got the candy colored eyes
Pink and gold chain
Million dollar babe
Whip it out, like I’m propane

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re on my mind
I’m feeling kinda nervous, but I like it
Take my t-shirt off and do it right
You’re on my mind
The feeling, like an astronaut
Watchin’ the world all alone, just you and I
(Beautiful)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Rollercoaster ride in the fast lane
Got the roof down
Kiss me hard in the pourin’ rain
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes
Know you feel the same
Million dollar babe
Trippin’ on it, like propane
(Beautiful)

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

[Verse 2: Kim Petras]
Caught in a liplock when we pitstop
Cosmic kiss tastes like cherry maraschino
Ride passenger seat, tropical heat
Eyes so red you could be my Valentino, yeah
If you want my, heart then don’t you drop it
(Want my heart then don’t you drop it)
I’m right here, right in your pocket
(I’m right here, right in your pocket)
Don’t you drop it, never stop it
(Never stop it)
If you want my love (my love), try to unlock it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Rollercoaster ride in the fast lane
Got the roof down
Kiss me hard in the pourin’ rain
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes
Know you feel the same
Million dollar babe
Trippin’ on it, like propane
(Beautiful)

[Bridge: Jay Park]
Unlock the swag, Rae Sremmurd
Make you hit them high notes like you a tenor
Big appetite, girl you my dinner
I know they could do you but I could do it better
Bring me out to London, yeah (UK)
I can show you somethin’ yeah (somethin’)
Unlock your clothes off your body
Give you lovin’, yeah (let’s get it)
‘Cause that’s how we do (that’s how we do)
You wantin’ me too (wantin’ me too)
You [?] too
I’d like to be you
We not there yet, girl, but we on the way
We on the surfboard, yeah, we ridin’ waves
Let’s get it going girl, let’s andale
Let’s andale, sip this champagne

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Beautiful

[Outro: Charli XCX]
E-e-X-C-X, Charli
Unlock it, unlock it
Unlock it, unlock it
Unlock it, unlock it
Unlock it, uhh
Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it, unlock it
Lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

Hanson – Finally It’s Christmas

It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say

Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer

All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop

I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas

(Shake your Christmas bells)

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day

Shake your Christmas bells

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)

Finally it’s Christmas

SiR – Something New (feat. Etta Bond)

[Verse 1: SiR]
I found another life in London, it’s true
I fell in love with the summer
Fell in love with you
You shine your light in the winter
I’ll miss the darkest view
Now it’s the perfect season
To swim the deepest blue

[Hook: SiR]
And if everything else falls apart
I still have you
If I can’t find my way back home
We’ll make something new
Something new

[Verse 2: Etta Bond]
Now we off, one another
It’s true
Something like no other
Tell me what would you do if she was me
Tell me how would you move if we’re afraid

[Hook: SiR & Etta Bond]
And if everything else falls apart
I still have you
If I can’t find my way back home
We’ll make something new
Something new

[Outro]
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Leon – Romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ona ima sve što želi
za nju nema nema granice
privatni avion u džepu milion
a nju to ne radi ne ne , ne ne

Ona glumi malog Boga
tu nema nema konkurencije
sve što ima cenu dobija u trenu
al ljubav nema ne ne , ne ne

Ko bomba si ti tempirana
raznosiš dižeš ko Al kaida
ne žališ život spremna na sve
polećemo veži se

[Refren]
Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
gde napamet ti padne
nek adrenalin krene
puca nam kroz vene
samo budi dobra
drži se za mene

(Pare pare
ona voli samo pare
pare pare)

Svako želi tvoje telo
a meni cela pripadaš
ko narkoman na belo
piroman na vrelo
sad navučen sam na tebe ja

Ona glumi malog Boga
tu nema nema konkurencije
sve što ima cenu dobija u trenu
al ljubav nema ne ne , ne ne

Ko bomba si ti tempirana
raznosiš dižeš ko Al kaida
ne žališ život spremna na sve
polećemo veži se

[Refren]
Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
gde napamet ti padne
nek adrenalin krene
puca nam kroz vene
samo budi dobra
drži se za mene

(Pare pare
ona voli samo pare
pare pare)

Gledaš me gledaš pogledom zlatnim
kažeš mi da sam prolazna stvar
juriš samo keš voliš samo pare
a ja sam hteo srce da ti dam

Da ti dam srce da ti dam
novu gajbu nov stan
šifru fejsa instagram
da ti dam da ti dam sve svoje
ti mi kažeš ne pali se

[Refren]
Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
gde napamet ti padne
nek adrenalin krene
puca nam kroz vene
samo budi dobra
drži se za mene

(Pare pare
ona voli samo pare
pare pare)

$teven Cannon – InXanity

Xanarchy
Hey

[Verse]
Really fuckin’ wonder why these bitches think I’m dumb
Bitch I’m too important, my account be lookin’ dumb
This extended clip is long, yeah I bang it, then I run
Nigga I be trappin’, oh my god, I got my home
Yea I pull up in the Masi, I get money, not no crumbs
My bitch is so important, she came straight from London
Yeah I’m on a cart, like when I’m shoppin’ for my mom
These niggas act like [?], these niggas Comic-Con
In the benzo pushin’ buttons, and it’s got me out my mind
I gotta watch my weight, because the lean’ll make me slide
Dog I got the pounds, I’m fuckin’ bitches off of Vine
And I know my wrist is sloppy, everything I got design
Don’t get too excited, you ain’t comin to my home
I barely understand, why my bitch leave me alone
There ain’t no other Steve, all these bitches want a clone
I’m higher than a kite, nah, I’m higher than a drone
Smoking haze, I’m in a daze
Chocolate paint, look like my face
These bitches chase, I did the race
Still caught a case, I did some days
Sent me to the state, feel like a maze
Done lost you mind, I don’t need a chase
I do xans, I don’t do percs
Hoe it ain’t the same
Sailor Moon I’m gettin’ [?], hoes from Ukraine
She a tame, this lyin’ bitch watch me run the game
In the bay, this xanarchy, bitch we don’t bang

[Bridge x2]
This time last year I was still gettin’ money
Ain’t shit changed, still got the thang on me
Got the 30-round clip holster stickin’ to my stomach
Just because I’m ridin’ hot, it dont mean a nigga dummy

[Outro x2]
Inxanity, inxanity
No I’m not your man to be
I got dark shit
Big shit like a manatee
You can send a band on me, I’ll take it
You can send a band on me, but I’ll take it bitch

Hanson – Finally It’s Christmas (Lyric Video)

It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say

Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer

All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop

I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas

(Shake your Christmas bells)

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day

Shake your Christmas bells

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)

Finally it’s Christmas

Chronixx Calls For Buju Banton Concert Promoted By Government


If Chronixx has his way then the government would promote a massive concert for Buju Banton when he is released next year.

The young reggae act made a surprised performance at Dubwise in St. Andrew last weekend where he calls for the Jamaican government to support reggae music, as well as, to host a massive concert for Buju Banton. “It is the number one export in this country,” Chronixx said about reggae/dancehall music.

“It’s the only thing that we export all year round. The city of London invite me the city of Kingston neva invite me to do a show yet, enuh,” the singer added. “They don’t think it’s worth it to say we are going to put in our budget $20 million for Buju Banton and Sizzla to perform.”

Buju Banton is a legend in reggae and dancehall music after starting out his career doing hardcore dancehall and later transitioned into Jamaica’s more conscious musical art form. The Grammy-winning reggae singer is currently serving a 10 year prison sentence for drug trafficking and will be released from prison at the end of next year. Buju was convicted in 2011 for three counts of drug trafficking and filed numerous appeals which he lost.

Do you think that the Jamaican government should fund a Buju Banton benefit concert when he is released?

Richie Stephens to be Honored by ASCAP For Rihanna’s “Work”


The American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) set to honour Richie Stephens on October 16th, in London, England.

ASCAP is the only American based association that protects the copyrights of songwriters, composers and music publishers by monitoring public performance of their music, whether it be live performance or via broadcast, and appropriately compensate them.

Richie Stephens is a successful Jamaican singer/ producer for over two decades; he was born and raised in Westmoreland. Stephens recorded his very first song in 1984 but did not hit stardom until the 1990’s . The reggae crooner was not only a Grammy Award winner but was also awarded the Jamaican Governor-General’s Achievement Award for contributing to civic, social and recreational projects in and around his birth parish.

Stephens will be given an American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) award for his contribution to Rihanna’s chart-topping single ‘Work’. ‘Work’, captured the song of the year and also sold the most digital copies for 2016. Stephens contributed the Sail Away ‘riddim’ on the Pot of Gold label to the hit, and was credited on the song as a co-writer.

In April, Stephens was awarded his first American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) Pop Music Awards in Hollywood. “I am so blessed to be honored in the United Stated and now to be recognized in England. It is a major accomplishment at this time in my career. I share this award with my fans globally and three members of the Ska Nation Band who will accompany me on the red carpet in London,” said Stephens

Some of Stephens most popular songs includes “Winner,” “Color of Love,” “Live your Life,” and “Reggae Evolution.”

To tune into the awarded video click on the link:

Amine – Spice Girl

Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl

Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

Stronger now – Popcaan lyrics

Lyrics Popcaan – Stronger now

One go enuh
It real
God over devil enuh
Ghetto yute still
Stronger now yeah
Stronger now
Woyoiii.

A fight dem a fight
And a rise man a rise
Most time I gi give things
But man advertise
Bad news woman dem love televise
More time dem haffi wonder
If me vulcanize.

Cah man stronger now, stronger now
Unruly stronger now, stronger now
Notnice stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly stronger nooow, stronger nooow.

We nuh give a f*ck weh di media say
We just listen weh di real a say
More time dem laugh just teeth deh deh
Dem nuh waan see you reach no weh
Me know people a try hard fi break me
Thats why me nuh trust dem lately
Stress pon mi brain, so much frustrate me
Man a foward from dumplin and gravy.

So, write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cah man stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Weh dem a say? A fight dem a fight me?
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me story, top story.

Dem, cyan forget the name Popcaan
Cyan forget the name Popcaan
Pon the Gaza block man born
Now we reach the top platform
Some a wonder how di f*ck that gwan
P***y, dem a underestimate badman
Right now mi colder than London
Nuh stop shake the hater dem madman.

Write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Versuri-lyrics.info
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cause badman stronger nooow
Top story
Unruly stronger nooow
Yeah man a one go enuh
Unnuh neva do
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly, unruly, unruly, unruly
Stronger nooow, woyoi
We stronger nowww.
Popcaan lyrics
Video now

Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…