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Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Gangsta by YG & Mozzy lyrics

Gangsta

YG & Mozzy

GENRE
Rap
[Intro: YG]
Uh-oh

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
You say you affiliated but you never caught one
It's body counts around this bitch and you ain't got one
On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun
And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one
They be like "Damn, homie," yeah
They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie?
What the fuck wrong with you dudes?
I got this stick in my sweater
Play with glicky, no jammin'
Throw on my hoodie, no cameras
I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones
I get your big dawg beheaded
Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin'
Landlord on the necklace
I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing
Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah

[Chorus: YG & Mozzy]
Nigga, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
Fuck I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster shit that nigga's poppin', mostly made up
My bitch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Shit, clan we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up

[Verse 2: YG]
I got milli's on milli's
Haha to the bank like it's silly
This P-hat don't stand for Philly
This shit Piru, do you feel me?
This shit forever, it's with me
Slime business, it's sticky
My life a movie, need Emmy's
I slide with it on me, don't tempt me
I got a problem, I know it
And I ain't 'fraid to show it
I sip the drank like it's water
I fucked her raw, I be hoin'
My true colors be showin'
That shit red, it be glowin'
You hardly hood, you ain't gangster, bitch, your hood disown you (Uh-oh)
You hop on the 'Gram and talk that shit
My niggas in the street, they spark that shit
The loudest man in the room get off
When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that shit
You ain't from the streets, never walked that shit
Or the P or the B, you know fall for it
The game don't know you, you soft as shit
Take his chain, fuck his bitch
The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that bitch
Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this bitch
Spit on the dick, toot it up from the back
Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that bitch
I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this bitch
Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a nigga chain, I'ma have to spark this bitch

[Chorus: YG & Mozzy]
Nigga, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
Fuck I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster shit that nigga's poppin' mostly made up
My bitch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Shit, clan we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up

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Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Wild Blood by Sam Tinnesz & Pep Squad lyrics

Wild Blood

Sam Tinnesz & Pep Squad

GENRE
Pop
Trouble on the streets I’m a bad one
Nightmare of your dreams like a black lung
Nowhere left to hide when the ruckus comes
No I’m not done , I’m not done

I’m moving in with precision
I’m gun metal cold
I hit the target don’t miss em
It’s never get old

Oh oh oh
You don’t want the smoke , no

Outlaws
Doing bad things for the rush
Outlaws
Yeah we’re taking what we want
Look out
Oh we got you on run
Outlaws doing danger for the fun

I got wild blood
I got wild blood
Running through my veins
I won’t be tamed
I got wild blood
I got wild blood
You don’t wanna mess around
With that wild blood
I like my man with a record
Tough skin like leather mmm
I chasе the pain for the pleasurе
He like the way I do

My ride or die
Him and I
Take a pose for the wanted sign
We're the wanted kind
Come close it's killing time
Killing time

Now listen up and nobody get hurt
Yeah, stick em up, get your face in the dirt
We're bio hazard and you're gonna get served
Put the money in the bag
Got a gun in the purse

Gonna remember my name
Gonna be outta my brain
Give me the crown Im gonna reign
With that wild blood

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Friday, June 25, 2021

They Say by Sophiya , YNG Martyr lyrics

They Say

Sophiya , YNG Martyr

GENRE
Rap
[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
They say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo (yeah)
Cause they say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo

[Verse 1: Sophiya]
Oh my, oh my god, I'mma star, I'mma star
Oh my god, whippin' Hummer cars, comin' hella hard (uh)
I get the applause, got the bars and broads (ah-huh) (ah-huh)
We don't need no keys we push that shit to start

[Verse 2: YNG Martyr]
It’s Mr Martyr, bitches call me father
Pulled up eatin' pasta and passata
She want enchilada, bitch just call up Carter
Like lil bitch, you can’t get an inch, what's the fucking biz?
Hold up wait yeah Sophiya tell these pussies how it is

[Verse 3: Sophiya]
Who do it better? I want the cheese and the cream and the cheddar, Vegemite spread her
I am a star, I took ur bitch for some business and pleasure, all at my leisure
She wanna come to my yard (uh), but I won't let her, I don't fuck bitches
I just get money for ever and ever, I'm onto bigger endeavours (they say) (they say)

[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
They say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo (yeah)
Cause they say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo

[Verse 4: Sophiya]
Mix my Nike and Ferragamo, I'm on the come upLil mama wanna wanna lick lick lick like me, then go smoke some marijuanaCook it up, whip it up, drip too hard she lick it upWe straight to bank and cleanin' up, I got the sauce she eat it upSophiya and Martyr, there's nobody harder
We cook it like pasta, yeh this one's a charter
We big with the step and big on the web
But no Peter Parker, who movin' faster? (uh)
Bitch like what the fuck? Oh my god, I get the applause
Gotta know who you are if you wanna fuck a star (they say)

[Chorus: YNG Martyr]
They say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)

[Verse 5: YNG MARTYR]
Bitch I been the don, nails at salons, what you want?
Make you pussies mad, did it on my own
Like lil bitch, stompin' on a pussy bridge, breakin' necks
I got rich off a Nike song, that's what you call a check cheque

[Chorus: YNG MARTYR]
They say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo (yeah)
Cause they say on a, on a, I'mma, I'mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo

[Outro: YNG Martyr]
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)

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Tuesday, September 14, 2021

INXS Cover For Dicky by Julia Holter lyrics

INXS Cover For Dicky

Julia Holter

GENRE
Pop
What is the name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feelings
But never the words
Who knows the feelings
But never the words

To look at you
And never speak
Is so good
For me tonight

What is the name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feelings
But never the words

Who do you ask when there's no one left to turn to
You ask me and I'll always try to hear
Past money and colours and make believe
Good cheap values for a thrifty clown

To look at you
And never speak
Is so good
For me tonight

What is thе name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows thе feelings
But never the words

What do you fear in the simple still of a summer's night
I understand
I sympathize for a day dream
Fairytales and I love you

What is the name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feelings
But never the words
To this real life documentary

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Without Me by KIDZ BOP Kids lyrics

Without Me ...