Bussdown by Jorja Smith & Shaybo lyrics

Bussdown

Jorja Smith & Shaybo

GENRE

Rap, R&B

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[Chorus: Jorja Smith]
The top down 'cause she worked hard for it
But blacked out, so they won't see her in it
Bussdown, baby, ain't tired of this
Diamonds, baby, bought all of them
Dressed up and she just walks right in
Bussdown, baby, are you tired of this?

[Verse 1: Jorja Smith]
Run it, run it now, you wanna head out
The flight leaves at noon and she wanna buy Chanel
They just dropped them two bags
They want another, now you're askin' for too much, uh
Order what you like, don't have to pay her back
The party's at midnight, she wants an ounce of that
Feels so bad to feel nice
But she can't handle that, it comes with a small price, yeah

[Verse 2: Shaybo]
Yeah, I give, I give, I givе, you take
Been keepin' track like I'm a train
Even with drip, I'm feelin' drainеd
It's gettin' long here, like braids
Two sides, either really rude or too nice
So before it goes left, you better move right

[Chorus: Jorja Smith]
The top down 'cause she worked hard for it
But blacked out, so they won't see her in it
Bussdown, baby, ain't tired of this
Diamonds, baby, bought all of them
Dressed up and she just walks right in
Bussdown, baby, are you tired of this?

[Verse 3: Shaybo]
I give, I give, I give again
Show me the play if it's a game
If there's no point, then what's the aim?
It's like you're eatin' off my name
Again, again, the price of fame is really costin' me
Spend again, again, nothing in this life comes for free
They say that talk is cheap, furthermore it's free
If I go broke today, will you stay or leave?
I fell so hard, so deep, wore my heart upon my sleeve
Every word you say, I believe, so just call me Miss Naïve

[Chorus: Jorja Smith]
The top down 'cause she worked hard for it
But blacked out, so they won't see her in it
Bussdown, baby, ain't tired of this
Diamonds, baby, bought all of them
Dressed up and she just walks right in
Bussdown, baby, are you tired of this?

[Bridge: Shaybo, Shaybo & Jorja Smith]
Bussdown, bussdown, bussdown, bussdown, baby
Come 'round, come 'round, come 'round, come 'round, save me
Been 'round, been 'round, been up and down lately
Been up and down lately

[Verse 4: Shaybo & Jorja Smith]
They call me Miss Naïve, Miss Naïve
So trustin' of everybody and anybody
Now they fear a bitch like me 'cause of the bitch I be
I told you to be careful of me, be careful, honey
They call me Miss Naïve, I'm still naïve
I put trust in all the ones that got me, they never really had me
See, if you can't fuck with me, be real with me
You got to be careful of me, careful, honey

[Outro: Jorja Smith]
Bussdown, bussdown, baby
Come 'round, come 'round, baby
Been 'round, been 'round lately

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Home by Jorja Smith lyrics

Home

Jorja Smith

GENRE

R&B

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[Verse 1]
One day I said I would be rich and I said I'd have a family
Would I really be content with my husband and his family? Oh
What's worse than lookin' at my neighbours pretendin' that they're happy, mm-mm
Is one day lookin' at myself and I'm sayin' that I'm sorry, mm

[Chorus]
Hear me out, hear me out now, I'll be right home
Called you twice already now, please pick up the phone
Hear me out, hear me out now, I'll be right home
I don't know, I don't know why, but I made it home

[Verse 2]
What if I look into their eyes and I tell them that it's over? Mm-mm
Something I can't say to myself, but I'll say it in the mirror, oh no
I've heard so many of these stories, I never thought they'd be me (Hm)
Why can't we leave it? Should've left it as just another chapter
It stays the same, will always remain with my heart in doubt
How do we face the colours that fade and find my way out?

[Chorus]
Hear me out, hear me out now, I'll be right home, yeah, yeah
Called you twice already now, please pick up the phone, no, no
Hear me out, hear me out now, I'll be right home
I don't know, I don't know why, but I call it home
[Outro]
Once was I lookin' at myself and sayin' that I'm sorry

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Triple Threat by STS lyrics

Triple Threat

STS

GENRE

Rap

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[Verse 1: Tinz]
Sliding, gliding, STs get round on violence
Spin our whip, I done bare mileage
Pop dem doors, who's really on badness?
I stepped with two of my bros, got two rambos tryna tape shit off
My boy's got me and he's barkin' it off
We took that L, still laughing it off
You're pissed if I back this ting, I'll pop this smoke 'cause I got it on me
Get 'round there put swords in garments, blast this gauge, who's done it like we?
Put him in the air, no RTE
Lead-lined glides with my jeepers-cree
Samurai Jack get brought on the glide
They say I'm most tapped, I'm the YIC

[Verse 2: MK]
Still in the stu', tryna whip this food
When I hope out the whip blacked out like Bruce
Get 'round there, we don't split it in two
My bro's on badness, way too rude
'021 tryna see some funds no Kojo, scrap that, still just bands
Seen a sweet one tryna get some plaits, brown shorty but the back is mad
They don't wanna see gang wheel by, back my team, ST's I'm reppin'
S9 in the field, it's stepping, run man down with my Smith & Wesson
We don't play no games like checkers, switch man off that's a different setting
Out on the field it's filled with tekkers
Bro got-got, he don't write no letters

[Verse 3: S9]
Slide to your ends and we ain't no guests
ST bop, the party's intense
Attack on the pitch like Ryan Kent
If I spin two times, top bins like Trent
Get left seasick, no seaside, bro MK been around from knee high
Still pray for the meals no Mia
Step on your block, I don't need no invite
I've been in the field doing DK, TK, run man down like it's relay
On the ride with M's like threeways
Bro's gassed up in the game no EA
Yo, this thing come little like Tjay, me and MK on the track, no replay
Spinnin' this beat like Bkay, bro spun this, I don't care what he say

[Verse 4: Tinz]
Stepped in the pitch like Foden, on the ride out the ding gets filled
Me and S9 in the back of a bruckdown, step and slide it's all for the crew
Get a drop, I'll go right away, and let it sing with a Smith like Jorja
Ibz caught up with this stainless steel, this blood will spill, I ain't got no chill
Still in the trap dishin' out food, got a cat on my line, "Thank you Tinz"
She heard that I rap, I know she want things
No free stuff she got' hold this weight
TK I gotta keep it real, 'cause this town's got so much pretenders
Me and MK that's Jock and Conor, two Irish kids, no Young Offenders

[Verse 5: MK]
Told bro "don't say no words", just see more slides, get the mandem gassed
Who's that one with the biggest back?
Clap that ting, make a round of applause
[?], get my eyes all red, don't get me mad 'cause the gang don't lack
TK, my bro my akh, he's YIC no Samurai Jack
Bare red eyes on the lookin', K14, tryna leave man bleedin'
'018 on the team with the Ravens then I got birds that ain't do no flockin'
Still no flockin', shout out, call out, man get gassed when I hear that tune
Really tryna see some bands, move shady you can catch these hands

[Verse 6: S9]
Whenever I step in the field got boots on back like David Luiz
My bro's left back like Davies, back on the wing like Bryan Ruiz
Two of the white tings always on me, my lightskin ting says "hop in that B"
It's MK with a new Tech Fleece, we trap times ten, we don't have no G's
Me and Tinz young twins, J1, step uptown with Ibz, they're gone
If I see my G no M's on, onsight him, too dodgy like Mskum
Two in a day I don't know how they come out gliding, can't forget about S1
Bro tied me up with some dead one, fuck that, it's a great thing, where's the next one?

[Verse 7: MK]
MK I got bare loose screws, step in the field there's nothing don't lose
Back of the whip gotta tour with my Bruce, when I ride out I don't leave no clues
Got no words for the boys in blue, still shoot if I ain't got no tools
Get boxed in your face, no verbal abuse
TK backed, he's way too loose

[Verse 8; Tinz]
I will let it back, [?]
But I'll never let it go like Frozen
Which kids get chosen? Abortion, he'll still get sprayed like lotion
Yo, rammy on me twist that with motion, fact, them man there do it for the fashion
Try come ends, best step with caution
Shit gets ments when my bro starts gloving

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