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Tuesday, August 31, 2021

For The Culture by Sons Of Kemet lyrics

For The Culture

Sons Of Kemet

GENRE
Pop
[Intro]
Oh my gawd!
Check
Yeah!
Bluku Bluku!
Jeesh!

[Verse 1]
She got [?] in a [?]
She's got my back to the wall
She nearly made me fall
She made me nearly look a fool
You gotta make her get low
You gotta go with the flow
A-make her wine down low
A-make her wine down

[Chorus]
Yo, I'm looking for the dancehall queen
Called Lisa, Leanne and Nadine
Open the door, no, tell 'em come in
[?] the office if we call them in
Cah the way they body look it's like a dancehall drеam
And she a-mash up the dancehall scеne
See the gal there, you see what we mean
Jesus, you see what we mean
Check
Yeah
Yo, I'm looking for the dancehall queen
Called Lisa, Leanne and Nadine
Open the door, no, tell 'em come in
[?] the office if we call them in
Cah the way they body look it's like a dancehall dream
And she a-mash up the dancehall scene
See the gal there, you see what we mean
Jesus, you see what we mean

[Verse 2]
Me have me money, yeah me have me [?]
[?] all the [?] medication all you mean
When the mandem say, "man can't smoking at the door"
Tiptoe talking at the dance
Fun time I step in the dance
Beautiful gal I won't make an advance
Beautiful gal I want more than a dance
[?]
Becoming bruck up on a gal by the name of Jesus
Yeah!
Called Lisa, Leanne and Nadine
Called [?], Chantelle and Shareen

[Chorus]
Yo, I'm looking for the dancehall queen
Called Lisa, Leanne and Nadine
Open the door, no, tell 'em come in
[?] the office if we call them in
Cah the way they body look it's like a dancehall dream
And she a-mash up the dancehall scene
See the gal there, you see what we mean
Jesus, you see what we mean
[Verse 3]
She got [?] in a [?]
She's got my back to the wall
She nearly made me fall
She made me nearly look a fool
You gotta make her get low
You gotta go with the flow
An' make her wine down low
An' make her wine down

[Chorus]
Cah I'm looking for the dancehall queen
Called Lisa, Leanne and Nadine
Open the door, no, tell 'em come in
[?] the office if we call them in
Cah the way they body look it's like a dancehall dream
And she a-mash up the dancehall scene
See the gal there, you see what we mean
Jesus, you see what we mean

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Monday, December 6, 2021

Snap It by SR lyrics

Snap It

SR

GENRE
Rap
[Intro]
DT5 on the beat
Senseii

[Chorus: SR]
Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)

[Verse 1: Loski]
Beat this mash like I beat down ****
Real rider, let me ring like Lyca (Glee)
Love skii, deep to the death
Yes, really a fucking striker (Striker)
Drop over 60 racks on my chain
I'd do another 50 to watch, insane (Brr)
It's hot, but in UK, make it rain
So shh got bunned, he ain't been the same (Ha)
We done man in the chest and heads
Suwoo, leave it red
Jump off bikes, drill confirmed (Nah)
Switch location, burn that ped (Muh)
She wanna fuck 'cah my diamond's buss
Tell her "Don't buss it," I only want neck (Brr)
Remember when I bucked a 3-2 from Tottenham?
But never once has the kid met rich
Do him up nicely, gang too shiesty
Cool kid, bankroll, everything pricy
Bring a smoke out, heatwave like Wiley
Ay, Dej Loaf, fuck boy, come try me
Tryna do man like bro done Sav
Who's that? Ay, spin it, shoot (Muh)
Yo, yo, B, ay, bro, she cute
If I don't jeet, I'ma give it to you

[Chorus: SR]
Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)

[Verse 2: Suspect]
How many got floored on board?
My eyes seen too much blood on goal (Ching, ching)
You know the procedure, pop them doors
Swing souls, and send my man to the Lord (Gang)
Them man just sheep like Shawning
Runnin' the flock, we back that swing on (Bow)
No free fight, man grippin' him a mash
'Cah if you throw P's, we'll throw back corn
Just back my shank and get cheffy
Broad day, kweffy, been verified
I wet both deadlies (That's right)
Drilled on them, and them, and them
Man stay, ain't been touched, come get me (Come get me)
I got habibty givin' out madda (Woo)
Got my white ting givin' out necky
He got done in his neck, neck, neck
And he got some in the belly (Ah)
Look at my streakies, head, head
Thinkin' I was Wayne how I love it, Headies (Ching)
Got nuttin' but dick for a jezzy
Doggy her up, and get back to the readies
He got done in his head, neck, chest
Then he got put in a telly
Two packs up on Macavelly
Who's next? Come test me (Gang)

[Verse 3: SD]
Two in a dots, I'm steady (Ready)
Close one eye like Fetty
I slap one yute, tryna get some brekky
Got chest shot, his friend done leggy
Free ****, put his friend on telly (Haha)
Now, he can't put dick in a jezzy
Three dot-dots and a freestyle ride
Let me call them "Ed, Edd n' Eddy"
Always beena slide on, never been a hide on
'Cause ****, showed him what my knife does
Saw ****, he didn't even sight us
Hyperus splashed him, he left his sliders
Back to the car, can't say you're drivin'
Just know it was perfect timing (Woo)
Like DG when he got his fryin'
Free Grandad, he was already on violence
Mask on, it's Shiesty season (Shiesty)
Trust me, I wouldn't wanna be him
Took a 20 off **** 'cah his brother upset
Get back in blood you idiot
I won't lie, don't know the feelin'
When you're warin' and your friend just leavin'
But Peeler must know the feelin'
'Cause he tried snake me, but got left bleedin' (Ching)

[Verse 4: Trap]
I got my black ting givin' out necky
She want a Siraq SG for brekky (Brekky)
Take them bricks how we take them lives
Ain't dug no points, but the opps done plenty (Plenty, plenty)
Chest shot gang can't go for a leggy
But free R1, still put him on telly (Free him up)
Heard a young boy's wearin' vest right now
So Sav just aim for a headie (Head)
We really makin' opp boys famous
How many face we put in telly? (How many?)
Shorty come long like Gorz
Snap it, stuff it, slap it, and baffin' plenty (Bap)
15 racks can't fit in no pockets
Strix on the glizzy, no pocket rocket
He got done in his neck, chest, back
Civilians screamin' "Stop it!"

[Chorus: SR]
Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)

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Monday, October 18, 2021

I should have fvkd you by Mash lyrics

I should have fvkd you

Mash

GENRE
Rap
I should have f###d you,hard like hard

I should have f###d you hard

Treatin you like a wife babe

Never worked for us

I should have f*## you on front of your sisters (Jus becoz of the girl that you are)

No s** before marriage that what you used to say

Ubuqamba amang udlala ngami

Ngikhalel iskhath sami

I can never take it back

But im moving on to something better babe



Your mama used to treat me like her own kid

Calling me asking if im cool

Ngimtshele mama everything is cool

I dont wanna tell you this mama but I have to

Loving is not the same like before

My jokes are not funny anymore

She busy messin around with some taxi men's

Im leavin her for good mama bye

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Sunday, August 29, 2021

Fuck Earth Im Gon Wage An Interstella War by Viper lyrics

Fuck Earth Im Gon Wage An Interstella War

Viper

GENRE
Rap
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different

The money nothin to me
To me, it's like paper and cheese
And I keep it wherever I go
My money long like fla.mingo
When haters see me, they mouth drop
My money colorful, like Floral Shoppe
Catch me in VIP with a model, that's chop chop
The champagne ain't the only thing going pop
Haters are jealous but I swear that they bet' not test
Cuz if they do, on my life, it's gon' be a mess

It's best to chill, and watch a real G mall
And don't get mad when you see 'em new rims crawl

The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending

So much money, don't know what to do
Out here, crowded in bamboo
Swerving in these streets, seeing something new
Niggas want my head on a platter too
Cash what I got, that's all I see
All these haters jealous of me
Want to see me in that a grave
But I'm ALCOR so it ain't happening

The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending

I'm getting so much money that it's causing confusion
Haters jealous of my swag and they cash is illusion
Snitch cliques are jealous cause of all my bread
Word on the street they want a price on my head
[?] word of the back of the damn street
[?] with some damn heat

The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending

You can find me deep in the cut
With a cutie-pie ready to give up them guts
You wanna see a real shiner? Then watch my strut
I'm stacking hundred dollar bills like y'all stack change
Since I fell in love with money, it ain't been the same
I'm stacking this green like a madman
The way I mash on haters got em sad and
They saying I'm the realest to ever do it
It's just a means to an end, like ain't nothing to it
I make it look simple, now I'm in another cutie-pie
Somethin' like my chin dimple

The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending

It is my achievement
My achievement was just like a little centimetre just like a cock of this
This is my penis, my penis
And I dont have any care about a little-huh[?]
Does anybody have a pubic hair on a [?]
Yeah, a pubic damn hair. A hair

The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending
The money got different
Cause of what I'm spending

You can find me deep in the cut
With a cutie-pie ready to give up them guts
You wanna see a real shiner? Then watch my strut
I'm stacking hundred dollar bills like y'all stack change
Since I fell in love with money, it ain't been the same
I'm stacking this green like a madman
The way I mash on haters got em sad and
They saying I'm the realest to ever do it
It's just a means to an end, like ain't nothing to it
I make it look simple, now I'm in another cutie-pie
Somethin' like my chin dimple

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