Regurgitated! by Chris King lyrics

Regurgitated!

Chris King

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro]
Yeah (Blat-blat, blat-blat)
Huh? You don't think I heard the hate?
Niggas say that same shit all the time, that shit regurgitated
I done heard it—
Hey, hol' up

[Chorus]
What, what, you don't think I heard the hate?
Niggas say that same shit all the time, that shit regurgitated
Countin' chicken, I cannot get right, got a bird to weigh
Out the driver's side, blat blat blat, then I swerve away
Man, that money caught me by surprise, but I expect to pay
Snatchin' chains off rappers who outside, what your necklace say?
All my niggas in the penthouse high came from sеction eight
I was broke, they lookеd at me with crooked eyes, so I set 'em straight

[Verse]
Shut the fuck up, my weed holler (Yeah)
All my niggas dirty 'bout a dollar ('Bout a dollar)
It's fuck riches, fuck it, I'm bothered (I'm bothered)
Make a body out the beat, Jeffery Dahmer
I wash the perc down with codeine, the perc's a goner
I'm real sicko, I get all mines from Ian Connor
Yeah, diamonds are wet as amphibian
Callin' your bluff with another identity
Even though you can identify if I say two words, then you know who the nigga is
I paint you white like a light in a pigment
Chain smokin' Backwoods, this shit ain't a cigarette
Johnny Dang, [?][1:00]
My cup is loaded with codiene and Finnigan
Circle your block like we was lookin' for parking, sparkin', fuck it, let's spin again
.223 hollow tips military is you lockin'? Coughin', don't you do that again

[Chorus]
What, what, you don't think I heard the hate?
Niggas say that same shit all the time, that shit regurgitated
Countin' chicken, I cannot get right, got a bird to weigh
Out the driver's side, blat blat blat, then I swerve away
Man, that money caught me by surprise, but I expect to pay
Snatchin' chains off rappers who outside, what your necklace say?
All my niggas in the penthouse high came from section eight
I was broke, they looked at me with crooked eyes, so I set 'em straight

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That's What Mamas Are For by Chris Lane lyrics

That's What Mamas Are For

Chris Lane

GENRE

Country

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[Verse 1]
Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curveball
And backin' Jon boat trailers down the drive
Build a treehouse in the backyard with a Black and Decker skill saw
Or fly that front porch home team flag up high
Yeah, there's some things that they can do just right
But I'm sittin' here missin' mama tonight

[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Verse 2]
Sneakin' out and raisin' too much hell at seventeen
Whеn I got back home, she was waitin' on the porch
Wasn't pissеd off, didn't cuss me, she just held out her hand
And said "Give me back the keys to my Accord
And don't disappoint your mom like this no more"

[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
[Bridge]
Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen
She rode shotgun in cut off blue jeans
She went to college 'til she dropped out
Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town
When life brought her rain, she got good at prayin'
Bought me this old pawn shop guitar that I'm playin' on
Yeah, thank you, mom

[Chorus]
But you got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on your plate but never let it show
And you put your blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
Aw, thank You Lord, that's what mamas are for

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That's What Mamas Are For by Chris Lane lyrics

That's What Mamas Are For

Chris Lane

GENRE

Country

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[Verse 1]
Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curveball
And backin' Jon boat trailers down the drive
Build a treehouse in the backyard with a Black and Decker skill saw
Or fly that front porch home team flag up high
Yeah, there's some things that they can do just right
But I'm sittin' here missin' mama tonight

[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Verse 2]
Sneakin' out and raisin' too much hell at seventeen
Whеn I got back home, she was waitin' on the porch
Wasn't pissеd off, didn't cuss me, she just held out her hand
And said "Give me back the keys to my Accord
And don't disappoint your mom like this no more"

[Chorus]
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Bridge]
Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen
She rode shotgun in cut off blue jeans
She went to college 'til she dropped out
Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town
When life brought her rain, she got good at prayin'
Bought me this old pawn shop guitar that I'm playin' on
Yeah, thank you, mom

[Chorus]
But you got a marked-up King James heart of gold
Got too much on your plate but never let it show
And you put your blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me and maybe a little more
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
Aw, thank You Lord, that's what mamas are for

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Die a Little Bit by KDA & Tinashe lyrics

Die a Little Bit

KDA & Tinashe

GENRE

R&B

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
Sometimes I can’t, but I’ve been told I need to breathe
This life ain't something for someone like you and me
We just get caught up in the things that we don't need
Plenty time wasted, what are we waitin' for?
Searching for something in someone without a soul
Running in circles 'cause I suck at letting go
Starting to feel like there's no chance of breaking through
Plenty time wasted, what am I waitin' for?

[Chorus: Ms. Banks & Tinashe]
Drink, smoke, dance, vibe a little bit
Fuck, change, ride, die a littlе bit
Drink, smoke, dance, vibe a littlе bit
Fuck, change, ride, die a little bit

[Bridge: Tinashe]
Who got the room, I take what I like
Who got, who got the smoke I like to get by (Smoke)
I need enough to last the whole time
To last the whole night, to last my whole life
Who got the room, I take what I like
Who got, who got the smoke I like to get by (Smoke)
I need enough to last the whole time
To last the whole night, to last my whole life

[Verse 2: Ms Banks]
I rock the party that rock your body (Uh)
In that Givenchy and Cavalli (Uh)
Step up in the dance, these niggas they're on me (yeah)
I want that white, that rum Bacardi
'Cause it's been a long night (Uh)
But it ain't light (Uh)
You've been uptight (Oh)
Finna get right (Uh)
Wanna let go, party 'til the sunlight (Uh-uh)
Want a big bag, wrist on frostbite
I came, I saw, need a encore (Yeah)
I do the dash, pedal to the floor (Uh)
I'm a hustler (Mm), and a tough nut (Mm)
Talking top tier (Mm), they ain't made the cut (Haha)
I shell, ain't talkin' seashores
I been 'bout my shit, I barely get bored
Money callin' then you know I'ma go
Got the whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh
The whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh
Got the whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh
Got the whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh
Got the whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh
Got the whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh
Got the whole front row screaming
"Gimme some more", uh

[Bridge: Tinashe]
Who got the room, I take what I like
Who got, who got the smoke I like to get by (Smoke)
I need enough to last the whole time
To last the whole night, to last my whole life
Who got the room, I take what I like
Who got, who got the smoke I like to get by (Smoke)
I need enough to last the whole time
To last the whole night, to last my whole life

[Verse 3:]

[Outro: Tinashe]
Sometimes I can’t, but I’ve been told I need to breathe
This life ain't something for someone like you and me
We just get caught up in the things that we don't need
Plenty time wasted, what are we waitin' for?

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