Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Nothin’ fall for anything
Prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

Kodak Black – Talk About It Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, she know I be runnin’ it, too
Lil’ shawty know I’m full of love
She know I’m bullshittin’
Aye, King, stop playin’, boy, turn the light on in here

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
She know I’m bullshittin’, she know I’m running the game
Lil’ shawty know I’m selling dreams, she buyin’ it anyway
Start some beef with me, boy, it’ll be over any day
And my plug come from Italy, yeah he keep me paid
Everyday I’m sippin’ on remedy, yeah I keep that drink
They need to free my dogs literally ’cause they in a cage
I fuck with youngins sometimes
You straight, but you got crooked ways
Life’s a gamble, crushin’ [?] my ace of spades
Know I used to fuck with [?] ’til I heard he gay
I heard a nigga stuck a broom right up his dirty ass
And, I be on a molly sippin’ [?]
And, I don’t like nobody, so get out my face
And, I be out here wilin’, bitch, I’m young and violent
Aye, I get out my [?], I get out my lane
I be wearing Venus, I get out my space
The Devil, he be creepin’, get him out my space
I’m slidin’ wit’ my toast, but it’ll get you baked
And, I don’t need a holster when it’s on my waist
Yeah, I’m a hell raiser, but I’m heaven made
I’m a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways
And I poured the lean up in my [lemonade?]
I use this shit to my advantage, call it 7 days
And I stack it like a sandwich wit’ no mayonnaise
I spent some time wearin’ [?], but I don’t ever see

[Verse 2: Humble Haitian]
[?] casino while my niggas play spades
Niggas be like bitches, they be throwin’ shade
Bitch, get out my face, don’t like them anyway
Bitch, I’m gettin’ money, no [?], and I got laid
I’m like a horse on hay, I’m talking Mary Jane
Let my [?] keep that heat, but I’m in [?]
Nigga come ’round playin’, snipers make you hit the floor
Stay strong, nigga
Bitch, I’m on my 10 toes

[Verse 3: CBE]
From a nigga, call it [?]
Through FedEx, sell it on Ebay
My goons goin’ crazy, they goin’ insane
Mention my name, I’m aimin’ at yo’ brain
Far from [dual lanes?] we are not the same
Took a nigga bitch, he ain’t seen the hoe since
That fed don’t make dollars, they don’t make cents
[?] in the head with the llama, call it common sense

Freddie Gibbs – Dear Maria (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah….. Yeah
Tryna get my cash up (yeah)
Tryna get my cash up (ugh)

[Chorus 1]
Livin’ in the city, when your winnin’
In the city nigga wanna get your glass up
Coca got my cash up (yeah)
Heroine got my cash up (yeah)
Shittin’ on the city, when your winnin’ in the city
Nigga wanna get your glass up (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Dear Maria, I know it was like 2010 the last time I had seen ya
Back when I used to hang outside, Actavis in my two liter
40 Cali, (?) pimping gotta keep the 9 mm
Plus I, plus I traded in the black Cadillac for the Beamer
I was trapping out a dirty apartment on Little Caesar’s
Damn Maria, can I purchase a brick of yay from your people?
Homie front me with like five
Paid twenty-three for the eagle
Boy I live illegal

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Verse 2]
Dear Maria, you always kept a young nigga fed
When I wasn’t eatin’
Like when you set me up for the lick on them Puerto Ricans
Always said that if I get rich off this shit that you’d be the reason
Always said that if I’m gone jump out this shit that you’d be the reason
Gotta have a type of all type of bitches I gotta feed them
On the late night, with the dick game
Drugs in me got me creeping
I know you love me, know you can’t picture a nigga leavin’
I ain’t never leavin’
Never No never never say never nigga
Say motherfuck love and stay on your cheddar nigga
I wish that it felt like I had forever with you
But i know one day your gone find a better nigga
They gone wife you up, settle you down, they gone have a wedding witch-ya
I’m just a thug, I’ll buy bottles and get a section witch-ya
Maria flip if she found out I’m fuckin’ on her sister
Freddie Cane, Dog unchained
I’m just that kinda nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Got the game running in my veins
Got the game running in my veins
Blood on my opponent
Don’t give a fuck, I flaunt it
All I ever wanted was everything

[Chorus 2]
Living in the city where your shittin’ on the city and the city got me blast
I got chickens in the city
And a cousin shippin’ with me
Told her ain’t no future with me
I’m addicted to this cash
Dear Maria

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Outro]
Never Change
Ooooo yeah
Never Change, yeah yeah
Cocaine got me everything
This shit it won’t change shit
Mary Jane, Rick James, Cocaine
Oooooohh
Ooooooo Yeah
Rick James, Rick James
Cocaine, Rick James
Ohhh Ohhh

Kodak Black – Corrlinks and JPay Lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ blinds but I’m blowin’ Mary Jane
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, gotta let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope locker
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just say, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that bitch, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the groud
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
Them fuckin’ niggas eatin’ zoon zoons and waaa waa
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy totin Black you a profit, nigga
Come here, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

Pitbull – Options (feat. Stephen Marley)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Stephen Marley, let ’em know what time it is

[Verse 1: Stephen Marley]
We came here to party, we came here to dance
You know that you’re my girl, damn right I’m your man
This night going too good, don’t fall for the games
Or the he said, she said dumb shit

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Been around the game, been around the fame
Been around the money, been around some names
But the chico’s still the same, some things never change
Here’s a tip, show me your friends
I’ll show you your future, keep the change
I’ve seen ’em come and go, I’ve seen ’em sell they souls
You my number one draft pick, baby, let’s pick and roll
I always keep you up, up on a pedestal
Misery loves company, baby, don’t sweat these hoes

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
They looking for the perfect man
They looking for the perfect life
They take some perfect pics
They want some perfect dick
But there ain’t nothing perfect, girl
No such thing as a perfect world
These broads try hard to be
Who they not and not who they are
Baby, you sweating what? Baby, you sweating who?
You talking ’bout such and such who tries to be you?
Man, you JFK, mami, you out your mind
Misery loves company, I’ll tell you one more time

[Pre-Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’ll throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

[Bridge: Pitbull]
Baby, you know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things
You know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Horrorshow – Our Time (Bardo State Album)

[Intro: Solo]
Two’s company
Three’s a crowd
Unless it’s you
Me and the clouds

[Verse 1: Solo]
Hey little lady, what you wanna do today?
Well I was hoping that’s what you would say
She said she feeling adventurous, she wanna attempt
A ménage à trois avec moi and Mary Jane
The three of us could sit up in my room and ruminate
I love the way that you communicate
Or we can make like Celsius, take one, two—then illuminate
Or maybe we should choose to make the most of this beautiful day
Take a stroll in the park ‘til we find us a spot
Nice view of the bay, then I’ll call an Uber to take us home
And when we get there, we can get blown
We can drift off, we can just let go
We can move with at very own tempo
So what you say baby? Let’s go

[Chorus: Solo]
Long as I’m, by your side
It’s alright
Laughing in the twilight as the hours float on by
So just let your hand, reach for mine
It’s alright
There’s no need to rush so baby, let’s just take our time

[Verse 2: Solo]
This goes out to the stoner girls, blowing kisses
She got the stash in her handbag, handy with the scissors
Know her way around a pack of Rizlas
Eating munchies watching Fuck, That’s Delicious, see
Two’s company, three’s a crowd, but I wrote this one for you
So you could have something to smoke a blunt to
Maybe I’ll roll me one too
And when we come to
We’ll be looking in the fridge for the answers
Hungry enough to eat the deer and the antlers
Laughing at your witty banter
Then we retire and try out a couple tantras
And if I could speak candidly
This here’s just a fantasy
Nothing shady, but if you wanna understand the tree
Then float the idea yo, let’s plant the seed
Won’t you dance with me?

[Chorus: Solo]
Long as I’m, by your side
It’s alright
Laughing in the twilight as the hours float on by
So just let your hand, reach for mine
It’s alright
There’s no need to rush so baby, let’s just take our time

Sean Leon – Daughter (Hailey-Nirvana) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Hook]
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I, yeah

[Verse 1]
We gon’ get this started
We gon’ get distorted
I was on the corner
Back to back with orders
Fuck her never call her
Man I had to pull up
Half a brick a rap performance
Bricks off rap recordings
Please don’t come up short
Please don’t come up short
Yeah, please don’t come up short
Or we gon’ come for sure
We gon’ fix that now
Come through and fix that now
Xylo fix your crown
Yeah

[Hook]
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper
Yeah I love my daughter
(That)’s why I copped the chopper

[Verse 2]
It’s funny how things change
I used to pay for Mary Jane with my loose change
Back when I would get high with Ricardo Ransom
Smoking blunts at the condo with the fucking mandem
Back when "The Motto" was my fucking anthem
I was in my mother’s van with a loaded handgun
Taking them orders
My mother’s key was the key
To have kilos and quarters
And hang on the corners
Dropped out of college and then flipped my OSAP
And then hit the corners
Hot boy is real out this shit
Hot boy it feel like a sauna
I ain’t looking at the past this year
I ain’t even look back this year
I’m far past being passive
I’m on pace to have a massive year
And they ain’t fucking with my last idea
Yeah

[Bridge]
I smoke backwoods
Never hold back words
Never look backwards
I smoke backwoods
Never hold back words
Never look backwards

[Pre-Outro]
Yeah, I will war for plaques and world tours
I told y’all I’m down to tote toys
I rolled the dice to ride in a Rolls Royce
But this the role of my life no encore
(Life no encore, life no encore)

[Outro]
Got in some drama somewhere out in Scarborough
To be honest though that drama scarred me
Back when I had no phone I couldn’t call Ricardo
Black Sheep
At war with all the carbon copies, yeah
Kamikaze till the karma caught me
In fact it always felt like karma was coming after me
I, was slowly tripping man I fell into the fantasy
Still slowly tripping and still tryna make it
So I can get it so my family can eat
You know?
Sometime it’s hard but I make it

Options – Pitbull feat. Stephen Marley lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Options

We came here to party, we came here to dance
You know that you’re my girl, damn right I’m your man
This night going too good, don’t fall for the games
Or the he said, she said dumb sh*t.(options)

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Been around the game, been around the fame
Been around the money, been around some names
But the chico’s still the same, some things never change
Here’s a tip, show me your friends versuri-lyrics.info
I’ll show you your future, keep the change
I’ve seen ’em come and go, I’ve seen ’em sell they souls
You my number one draft pick, baby, let’s pick and roll
I always keep you up, up on a pedestal
Misery loves company, baby, don’t sweat these hoes.

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

They looking for the perfect man
They looking for the perfect life
They take some perfect pics
They want some perfect dick
But ain’t nothing perfect, girl
No such thing as a perfect world
These broads try hard to be
Who they not and not who they are
Baby, you sweating what? Baby, you sweating who?
You talking ’bout such and such who tries to be you?
Man, you JFK, mami, you out your mind
Misery loves company, I’ll tell you one more time.

I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers
But I’d throw them away ’cause I think I might love you
Could be the Mary Jane or the spell that I’m under
But I know what this could be
Tearing up my history for you.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?

Baby, you know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things
You know, you know we got a strong thing
So stop thinking ’bout the wrong things.

I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your love?
I got, I got, I got, I got options
You the, you the, you the, you the top one
So baby, baby, if it ain’t a problem
Can I get some of your loveee?
Pitbull lyrics
Video Pitbull

DUA LIPA – Thinking ‘Bout You lyrics

3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Dua Lipa – Thinking ‘Bout You lyrics

3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Dua Lipa – Thinking ‘Bout You

[Verse 1]
3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Verse 2]
Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Bridge]
I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Dua Lipa – Thinking ‘Bout You – DECCO Remix Lyrics

[Verse 1]
3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me
Music blasting, shaking these walls
This time Mary Jane won’t save me
I’ve been working later, I’ve been drinking stronger
I’ve been smoking deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Musical Breakdown]
(You, You)
(You, You)

[Verse 2]
Like poison coursing through me
So clear my vision is blurred
The haze won’t put my mind at ease
I’ve been sleeping later, I’ve been breathing stronger
I’ve been digging deeper but the memories won’t stop

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
(I can’t stop thinking ’bout youuuuu)
(You, You)
(You, You)
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

[Musical Breakdown]

[Bridge]
I want you all
Say it before you run out of time
I want you all
Say it before it’s too late
I want you all
Say what I am feeling now
I want you all
Waiting is insane

[Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
(You, You)
(You, You)
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
(You, You)
(You, You)
I can’t get high, I can’t get by, I can’t get through
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you
(You, You)
(You, You)
I can’t stop thinking ’bout you

Wiz Khalifa feat. Juicy J & Chevy Woods – Bombay & Lemonade Lyrics

(Intro – Juicy J)
Right here, let’s get ratchet, uh huh

(Verse 1 – Juicy J)
Trippy like bombay paper planes
Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn’t have my dope, I would go insane
24/7 high, I will never change
Need my vicadin, I need my loyal tabs
I need a bad bi**h with enormous a$$
Every day I’m throwed my ni**a
When you making this money, this how it goes my ni**a

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(Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa)
Rolling and blowing it by the O, my ni**a
Sipping and smoking, that’s how I get it in motion
Smoking the loudest and give you ni**as the roaches
Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posing
Don’t you doubt all that s**t, so that ni**a be pouring
Slowing down, weed going round
I’m lighting up, it’s going down

(Verse 3 – Chevy Woods)
Lemonade and gin, I be pouring up
Roll another one cause I ain’t never high enough
TGOD, that’s how we live it up
For some real ni**as, yeah you gotta give it up
It’s like a joy stick, yeah my ni**as play us too
Do or die, I be smoking on a J or 2
That’s some pimp type s**t me and my ni**as do
Yeah, we f**ked up, what you heard is true

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone

(Verse 4 – Chevy Woods)
I’m playing that eight track and that seven deuce
With a whole cup of that Taylor juice
Your bi**h all around, we call that on the loose
With her hair blown and weave off the roof
My jewelry clean, that jar full
She got good brain, that’s law school
Wanna get high, trippy, f**ked up ni**a
Oh you wanna get high, might as well pull with ya

(Verse 5: Wiz Khalifa)
I’m drinking, I’m smoking
I’m faded, I’m loaded
Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin
Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend
Got some pre rolls, brought all of em in
And we getting smokey

(Verse 6 – Juicy J)
I’m the money man with the money team
Your money talk, well my money sing
I’m a rock star, bi**h I’m a Memphis king
Out in Hollywood, living every ni**a dream
With a bunch of white girls in a limousine
Bout to pass the f**k out on this cup of lean
Hey white girl, have a couple of beans
Now let’s make a movie full of f**king scenes

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone

Z RO – Smells Like Some Reggie letras

Y’all boys smoking on that Hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell y’all homie
The popo coming but I don’t need to tell y’all homie
Get caught with that I bet they won’t even jail y’all homie
Me I smoke that super loud, I can’t even kill the smell
Long as it’s that super loud, call me Mr. Will Inhale
You ain’t on that super loud, bro you need to kill yourself
King Louis OG for me, that’s what you need to get yourself
I be smoking like a broke stove bro
I am not even here no more I am so gone bro
I got cotton mouth so bad I need a sno cone bro
If you ain’t got this at the crib what you gon’ go home for?

[Chorus]
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell y’all homie
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell y’all homie

I’m in love with Mary Jane
She really relax my brain
I can’t even open my eyes
I can’t even feel no pain
And when I’m feeling low
I know just what I need
Hell no it ain’t no reggie baby
I’ma need no sticks no seeds
Get off the highway go straight and make the last left
He ain’t never ever got a couple bags left
What I be smoking on known to take your last breath
What y’all be smoking on known to give you bad breath

[Chorus]
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell yall homie
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell yall homie

What are you smoking?
Cause that ain’t that loud loud loud
If you smoking on that quiet, kill yourself
What are you smoking?
Cause that ain’t that loud loud loud
If you smoking on that quiet, kill yourself

Taylor Gang – Sleep At Night (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Tuki Carter) letras

[Intro: Tuki Carter]
Yo what up, what up
This is Tuki Toker A.K.A. Tuki Taylor A.K.A. Tuki Carter
A.K.A. Taylor Gang Volume 1, all up in your momma living room nigga
Yea, you know that, Gang Gang

[Verse 1: Tuki Carter]
Who time, my time, my time
My life is your timeline, look
All my hoes is way fine, I’m so dope you smell mine
Like them hipsters and them coke lines
I buy zips of Danny Glover call me Mr. You Can’t Blow Mine
So high new name Skyline
I love my time so don’t waste mine
We gon’ smoke and we gon’ fuck
Quickie, Quickie please no hickies
I got a bitch this shit is risky, look
To keep it player you’s a hater, look
Pillow talking with a bitch we sharing?
Doesn’t add up calculator
Doesn’t add up calculator, look
Pimping, pimping good with women
Silly Simpson sipping women
Taylor Gang, a gang of bitches
Say my name it equal riches
Who’s your man this niggas tripping
Baller fishing, rats rats [?] this niggas dipping
Pap his ass and take his woman
Got some more and kept it pimping
Roll a J and smoke a J, count some bread and went to bead

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Sleep at night, help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night
Sleep at night, sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night
Baby mama say that I ain’t living right
But all this counting money help me sleep at night
Sleep at night, help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Driving in a foreign and I got a warrant
Smoking on that dope I ain’t got no hope
A bitch hit the dope now she gotta choke
Riding in that Porsche like it’s a roller coaster
I done rode a train, I done flown to Spain
I done a rolled a plane, smoked some Mary Jane
I dont changed the game, I done changed the game
Now they know my name, now they know my name
Came and stole my style they ain’t got they own
Came and stole my style cuz it had they mind gone
Smoking on that strong, smoking on that strong
On my iPhone, your bitch trynna bone

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
All this counting money help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night
Baby mama say that I ain’t living right
But all this counting money help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night
All this counting money help me sleep at night