Thin Line by Naked Next Door lyrics

Thin Line

Naked Next Door

GENRE

Pop

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[Verse 1]
All the words I wrote but you never read
All the things I thought but I never said
Yeah, you knew me better than I knew myself
Now you give that time to someone else
But me

[Chorus]
We always walked a thin line
But I never knew that the time
Would come when you didn't love me
Maybe I'm not what you need
And maybe he's your vaccine
But I always thought that you'd love me

[Post-Chorus]
Don't you think it's strange you don't love mе?

[Verse 2]
Okay, well, yeah
You left mе but you were never alone
Saw pictures of you and him on my goddamn phone
Do you know what it's like to have no control?
'Til you're holding on and the other let's go
Of it all

[Chorus]
We always walked a thin line
But I never knew that the time
Would come when you didn't love me
Maybe I'm not what you need
And maybe he's your vaccine
But I always thought that you'd love me

[Bridge]
If you hear these words could you answer me?
The day that you left, did you know that you'd leave?

[Chorus]
We always walked a thin line
But I never knew that the time
Would come when you didn't love me
Maybe I'm not what you need
And maybe he's your vaccine
But I always thought that you'd love me

[Outro]
I always thought that you'd love me
Love me

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The Futgitive by Fat Joe lyrics

The Futgitive

Fat Joe

GENRE

Rap

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Coca, muah
Elephant in the room
Crills

Early in the morning, could barely feel my face
Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist
My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face
Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case
I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor
Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door
6 in the morning when they kick in the door
I'm probably outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche
What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche
Of course I floss like them DC boys
Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads
In the middle of thе dance floor such a sleazy whore
Now, hеaded for paradise
Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante
Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'
Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin
Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and
Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'
This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico
Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though
If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo
Taylor Made Versace, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger
Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga?
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe
'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes
Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough
So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game yo
Army fatigue with Greg Nice, that flow Joe

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know
I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you
I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos
All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo
The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do?
I got richer
80 babies thoro on the corner, I'm the pitcher
Got a new connect and what I do?
I got richer
Skibbady dabap da B-Bap do wop bam-boo
Guess what, America we love you
And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew
And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do
Shit, every time I rock well, it's more like a zoo
Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue
In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels
Niggas wildin' like Joe jus ODed off pills
I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills
You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz
Shit, niggas keep askin': how come he so real?
6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal
Haha, it's the fugitive
Coca
I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch
Street runner on this one, bitch
We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), bitch
Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man
We use different forms of transportation nigga
I'm on different planets than y'all niggas right now
You can deny all you want nigga
Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine
Oh, I get on some Pun shit
What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit?
What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga
BX TS!
I owns this shit!

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Ajax by Left Lane Didon & Jay NiCE lyrics

Ajax

Left Lane Didon & Jay NiCE

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro: Jay NiCE]
Ayo
Young nigga with a taste of fashion
Displaying madness, conversations with a naked actress
These are thoughts while the spliff turns
Can't teach you how to be the one, the new Lawrence Fishburne
Man, hold up

[Interlude: Jay NiCE]
Man that's the motherfucking power of this shit
Y'all motherfuckers is dead
Always in they motherfuckin' phones
You need to look the fuck around, need to go outside nigga
Immobiliare, that's a company you can trust
You can't bang with us 'cause you too mother-motherfuckin' broke
Goddamn!

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Young nigga with a taste of fashion
Displaying madness, conversations with a naked actress
These are thoughts while the spliff turns
Can't teach you how to be the one, the new Lawrence Fishburne
Major cabbage, I'm fucking bitches in the Matrix, laughing
When will these kids learn? I'm grown, I got my plate the fastest
All of my babes the baddest, Ace of Spades we splashing
Hating ass niggas in my face be acting like it ain't no static
Yeah, aight
I keep it moving from the snakes in grass
And all you lames gon' play in traffic while I move this Anglo Saxon
And still manage to pay my taxes, I'm out here
Took it to the South this year, my clout, it could bounce there
New Supreme mouth glare, me and style is a wild pair
The green Gucci high tops look like a Crocodile
Yeah, I'm out here
Born bummy as fuck but dying fly
Black Goddess by my side, your chick a defiant slide
Aiaiai
I'm Powerbombing powder profits
Every hour clock in, knock it off, you cowards jocking
Hopping in something exotic, never been without an option
Your bitch got you on lock, you ain't even allowed to cop shit
That's not sick, the total opposite
I'm foul with logic
Break it down, force feed it the game, now she got it
Now we shopping, these lames been behind since 9
Watch me cross the finish line, that's why I never spent time
I win mine, nigga I win mine
Don't make it an issue, you don't want me to send slime (Where this fuck nigga at?)
I'm on the balcony, fresh, overlooking the city lights
With a fiend next door, he been for fifty nights
That's why shit get provided, I'm pushing this Iggy white
So me and money go together like Brooklyn and Biggie, right?
Get it right
MBK, we sound like your favorite bank
Eating flavored steak, gravy or mashed potatoes, it's great
Taste the flavor, savour the waves made on the stage
We creators, who can make it to major radio play?
These are straight facts, new fear of Gods
Cost me eight stacks
Modern art, Avant-garde, I really paint that
Been a Fly Talker since way back
I'm talking Ma$e in '97 with the wave cap
My shooter sniffing coke mixed with Ajax
And fuck nigga, we don't play that
[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
Immobiliare, open diary
Flows is fiery, this shit feel like some orange Wally's
The stove is powdery, the microwave is Roberto Cavalli
The pot place paintings on the wall and [?]
My wrist is flawless, my bitch a Goddess, a queen
Your bitch retarded, she sniffing molly, a fiend
My vocals sound like Blue Dream
I smell like lightning boy and look like [?] voice
My aura is so astonishing, occupation look obvious
Pen opulent, Nagasaki how I be bombing shit
It's rotten out East
These lil niggas is sparking spliff and barking stick and spend the whole night looking for Opps to hit
Hope you ain't targeted 'cause if you understood how far it could get you'd prolly disregard it and split
The last batch ain't move, that was a horrible flip
We muscle through, I gave my workers a cordial gift
I cut the cord on newborns but can't get caught in the mix
Birth hustlers aborted the risk
The turnbuckle was loose before the max and you just give it a lift
Then tag me in and imma push a rapper face in the shit
The apron was hit, chasing grip, reminiscing 'bout dope for part
Telling em to it to time like it's Noah's ark
Ricky laughing so hard, the nigga start to snort
Memories inside my third eye help me mould the art
Big homie live at level 5, he control the car
You missed the story, tell you lean on me like Joseph Clark
Been in the black for so long that we don't know it's dark
Address the Lord with an open heart
Don

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I Made This Tripping Sack by Mindofoxi lyrics

I Made This Tripping Sack

Mindofoxi

GENRE

Rap

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100 cars, no garage
We just park it in the lot
We just whippin' in the spot
Got a roof with the stars
And it don't got any laws
And you don't got any bars
Get this banger out the vault
Hop in the X4
Fucking her face, make her neck sore
Do it better than my ex-whore
But I'm still gonna kick down your ex door
I'm just waiting for my next war
I'm just climbing to the next floor
I'm just taking on the next score
Tell me what you got all that debt for
I'm out rejecting the passes
Told her I'm here, but she slow like molasses
I'm with your girl and she doing my taxes
I 'mеmber her doing work for my classes
100k all my bitchеs
100k on my wristes
Why you not in the kitchen
Fuck a license, still whipping
Never codeine, still sipping
Off the shrooms, still tripping
Drift a druck, now I'm flipping
I'm on the stages
I'm with your girl and we fucked to your playlist
She only fuckin' with me 'cause I'm raging
So I had to teach that little bitch the basics
I'm gonna give her a facelift
Take off those Asics
I'm not going nowhere until she gives me your paycheck
It never faze me
I'm Donald high, I feel amazing
All of these bitches, they chasing
Fitnessgram, now I'm pacing
All of these bitches, they lacing
And it's making me impatient
But now I'm getting them naked
And now I'm, I'm on a lake
Give me the keys to the Wraith
20 shots to the face
Now it's your pack getting me baked
Tell me why she wanna shake
You gotta leave her, she fake
I'm getting some top while you vape
I just nutted on your Bape
Superman on the bitches
She just nutted on my cape
And it's you that gotta pay
She got nothing left to spray
I got nothing left to say

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