Young Fresh Fellows – Amy Grant Lyrics

Amy!
Amy Grant!
She comes home from church
She takes off her pants
That’s what I like about Amy Grant
When she comes home from church
She gotta take of her pants
That’s what I like about Amy Grant
I’m talking about Amy…Amy…AMY, huuh!
Amy Grant!

And those songs she writes
And Lordy the way she sings
Too bad her fans don’t care about such little things
She don’t spare the child
She don’t spoil the rod
She just gets rich cause she works for God
I’m talking about Amy…Amy…AMY
Amy Grant!

Now when she first met Jesus
Didn’t know what to say
But he gave her a guitar
And told her what to play
He said, “Amy don’t you play no modern jazz
Don’t you play none of that hard rock
What the people want to hear is pure unadulterated schlock”
I’m talking to Amy…Amy…AMY, huuh!
Amy Grant!

Amy!
Amy Grant!

Alone in bed
Late at night
She fantasizes about Barry White
Barry!
Barry White!
Barry!
Barry White!
Talking about Amy…Amy…AMY
Amy Grant!

Blake Shelton – At The House

Don’t need no tab, don’t need no VISA
No bouncer looking like a wannabe Vin Diesel
Don’t need your friends all getting jealous
Watching you walk in looking so good that you could sell it

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
At the house
Yeah, that’s what it’s all about

Don’t need no plans (nope), no reservations (uh-uh)
Nobody calling me up, saying, "where you at, man? We waiting"
We can keep it on chill (oh, yeah), or get a little obnoxious (uh-huh)
Go ahead and get your freak on, ain’t nobody gonna stop us

Uh-uh, girl, just the essentials
You and me, a little Smithworks
Rockin’ out this residential

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
Yeah, at the house
That’s what it’s all about

Mmm, yeah
At the house

Lil Shoota love – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Lil Shoota love

Low-key and arounda getting high
W low-key shawty living for them snipers.
My lic just hit my line and said she want 30 delighters
Nah I ain’t got no problem that’s a sniper gang designer.
My metroboomin, dynamite versuri-lyrics.info
I’m hitting them bricks with a rocket, left right
Everything I bust down I’m tryna double twice.
Come short on that money I’m on your head like lice.
I’m turntin subs he catching them, dead rise.(lil shoota love)

I can’t let go of this money, I fel like Barry White.
I done propose to the doe will you be my wife
And now I’m married to the h*e, got me throwing riceee.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video love

Pins & Dimeh – Yellow (Nindo Album)

[Refrain]x2
Et j’fume du yellow toute la night
Et j’fais du yellow toute ma life
Et j’fume du yellow toute la night
Et j’fais du yellow toute ma life
Une plaque une feuille un gros bédo
J’allume mon teh et j’suis plus là

Moi c’que j’voulais c’était faire des billets
Rouler en gros Ferr’ gros pouvoir briller
Et de rage les entendre crier
Si un jour gros ça marche
Moi j’oublierais sonne-per
J’suis en gamos, chérie vamos
Là j’ai mon cerveau sous teh
Parle-moi en cash gros sinon ne parle pas
Salope t’es pas mon frère
Rien qu’ils critiquent mais nos clips ils téma
On a sucé sonne-per
J’ai volé des sommes et j’en ai perdu
Toucher le sommet c’est hyper dur
Jaloux t’as l’seum, bah nous on l’mé-fu
Et de vous on s’méfie
Soir ce, j’suis en mode pensif
J’pense à mes taulards entrain d’né-tour
Toi tu, veux nous faire la guerre
T’inquiète qu’on est chargés pour
Et parfois mes idées s’emmêlent moi
J’trouve pas l’sommeil
J’pense à m’barrer loin
Donc j’me fous sous miel
Y’a pas qu’l’hiver qu’ça glisse sur l’terrain
En plein été des frères sont tombés
Des coups d’batards j’en ai vu plus d’un
Gros tous tes vices on les a remontés

[Refrain]x2
Et j’fume du yellow toute la night
Et j’fais du yellow toute ma life
Et j’fume du yellow toute la night
Et j’fais du yellow toute ma life
Une plaque une feuille un gros bédo
J’allume mon teh et j’suis plus là

[Dimeh]
En contradiction avec moi-même
J’fais mes Salât, j’me défonce le soir même
J’prend mon flash le week-end comme la s’maine
J’lève ma teille aux frères qui ont pris des sales peines
Un jack et des glaçons sur un fond de Barry White
Quelques regards plus tard je détourne ta wife
J’parle français je n’fais pas de philo
Comme Sasori c’est moi qui tire les ficelles
Pétasse j’tai cramé arrête de me filoche
C’est vrai qu’t’es bonne mais stop ton défilé
Longue, elle est pâle comme un ficello
Galette dans les chiottes, selfie vomito
Pins & Dimeh c’est sur t’écoute
T’as mis la feuille à l’envers c’est sur t’es con
Les chtars nous mettent sur écoute
Et s’ambiancent sur nos putains d’sons
Pas d’plan A, pas d’plan B
Elle croit que c’est ma hlel non c’est juste mon plan C
Boulette de shit collé sur le plancher
Ma vie est bancale un peu comme mes pensées (bis)
Faut des billets donc j’me creuse le crane
Le bédo est chargé, me défonce le crane
Puce sans nom, bigo boncoin
Et j’envois les p’tits tchara ta bécane

[Refrain]x2
Et j’fume du yellow toute la night
Et j’fais du yellow toute ma life
Et j’fume du yellow toute la night
Et j’fais du yellow toute ma life
Une plaque une feuille un gros bédo
J’allume mon teh et j’suis plus là

Allday – When I’m Gone Lyrics

[Chorus]
I can rest my sleepy eyes
And know it’s all gonna be alright
When I’m gone, when I’m gone

[Verse 1]
Up February night, born in this flashing light
Another life begun thanks to Barry White
And I’m very white, yeah, my skin is crystal
Little soldier to mould into an individual
Now I’m in the middle, the world revolves around me
It’s bound to be about me ’til I’m old, then I’m out-y
‘Til I’m gone, ’til I’m gone
The world puts it hands on you and it chews you up
Spits you out, you’re clean, now you choose your path
We can never do enough
So we try to find some beauty in love, the stupid stuff
We are fatally flawed, we’re only human
So in the night hope I leave only ruins
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
When I’m dying, put an end to this confusion

[Chorus]
When I’m gone, I can R.I.P. in the clouds
And ask God what it’s all about
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
When I’m gone, I can rest my sleepy eyes
And everything’s gonna be alright
When I’m gone, when I’m gone

[Verse 2]
Man, what is this life? Shit, you’re all getting it
Me, I’m just choking up, need more Ventalin
Me, I’m on everything medicine when I’m numb blue
They told me much once more and I know it’s true
You can never satisfy a stomach that is bottomless
I think I’ve kind of got a grip on what the problem is
I’m gone, already gone
Yeah, more bitches, that’s what I was wishing for
If I had three wishes, I’d wish for four
We work our fingers to the bone and get better shit
Then we can’t find a second to spend our shit
And if heaven exists, I’ll never get in
All the deadly sins I did and terrible things
I’m gone, I’m so far gone
Remember me, the devilish prince

[Chorus]
When I’m gone, I can R.I.P. in the clouds
And ask God what it’s all about
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
When I’m gone, I can rest my sleepy eyes
And everything’s gonna be alright
When I’m gone, when I’m gone

[Verse 3]
Maybe I should have done better
Maybe I should have stayed
You can never show me evidence
That this is all fake
And I know you’re so handsome
And I’m just fallen snow

[Bridge]
But when I’m gone, but when I’m gone
Just let me go
But when I’m gone, but when I’m gone
Just let me go
But when I’m gone, but when I’m gone
Just let me go
But when I’m gone, but when I’m gone
Just let me go
But when I’m gone, but when I’m gone
Just let me go

[Chorus]
When I’m gone, I can R.I.P. in the clouds
And ask God what it’s all about
When I’m gone, when I’m gone
When I’m gone, I can rest my sleepy eyes
And everything’s gonna be alright
When I’m gone, when I’m gone

[Outro: Interview sample]
“Chris, you’re recognised as one of the best pros ever. What tips do you have for anyone who wants to be a pro skater?”
“Just concentrate on your skateboarding and don’t get confused with all the business. You’ve gotta concentrate on that instead of concentrating on who your sponsor is and what they do for you. That’ll come to you when you skate good, and that’s all you should concentrate on.”

Anderson .Paak & Knwxledge – Suede (Yes Lawd! Album) letras

[Intro: Anderson .Paak]
Hey, yes Lord!
Uh

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
Smoother than a motherfucker
Suede on the inside
Candy paint, candy paint
I ain’t gotta tell you what the rims look like
Look, I’m gripping wood like a motherfucker
She ask me can her friend ride
Kelly wanna have a drink
And shorty wanna pop pills all night
Look, don’t be fucking with my tape deck
You gon’ listen to this Marvin
You gon’ to listen to this Bloodstone
Oh ya’ll niggas want that Barry White?
Well, I don’t really fuck with that right there
That could make a nigga act up right there
Well go and get your rocks off, boo
Nah, nah, nah
(I don’t really do all that, but its more for you)
I’m far from a pimp, but I’m close to you
You fucking with an old soul, twice removed
My pops used to work up on them fighter jets
Maybe that’s the reason I be (airplane noise) through
Now who the fuck called me a player?
I ain’t one these young niggas out here sweating for a pay stub
I’m a coach, I’mma teach these bitches how to layup
Now most of ya’ll can’t do shit
But all my chicks cook grits
And roll a spliff, at the same damn time
You ain’t live long enough, to have a bitch this fine
Now if you don’t mind

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
If I call you a bitch
It’s cause you’re my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch
Then there won’t be no problems
If I call you a trick
It’s cause you paid rent
And as long as you don’t call after 6
Then there won’t be any problems
Walk with me now
She with it, She with it
Keep it 300, I ain’t even gotta hit it
She with it, She with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning, nigga
She with it, She with it
Look me in my eye, there’ll be no simping
She with it, She with it
Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it
Yes Lord!

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
My momma said don’t trust these hoes, boy be about your loot
(True story!)
Now if my momma told me that, why the fuck would I listen to you?
(Yes Lord!)
Never go broke chasing riches
But you might go broke chasing every lil snake ass ho with a tongue piercing
Now

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
If I call you a bitch
It’s cause you’re my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch
Then there won’t be no problems
If I call you a trick
It’s cause you paid rent
And as long as you don’t call after 6
Then there won’t be any problems
Walk with me now
She with it, She with it
Keep it 300, I ain’t even gotta hit it
She with it, She with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning, nigga
She with it, She with it
Look me in my eye, there’ll be no simping
She with it, She with it
Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it
Yes Lord!

NxWorries – Suede

[Intro: Anderson .Paak]
Hey, yes Lord!
Uh
[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
Smoother than a motherfucker
Suede on the inside
Candy paint, candy paint
I ain’t gotta tell you what the rims look like
Look, I’m gripping wood like a motherfucker
She ask me can her friend ride
Kelly wanna have a drink
And shorty wanna pop pills all night
Look, don’t be fucking with my tape deck
You gon’ listen to this Marvin
You gon’ to listen to this Bloodstone
Oh ya’ll niggas want that Barry White?
Well, I don’t really fuck with that right there
That could make a nigga act up right there
Well go and get your rocks off, boo
Nah, nah, nah
(I don’t really do all that, but its more for you)
I’m far from a pimp, but I’m close to you
You fucking with an old soul, twice removed
My pops used to work up on them fighter jets
Maybe that’s the reason I be (airplane noise) through
Now who the fuck called me a player?
I ain’t one these young niggas out here sweating for a pay stub
I’m a coach, I’mma teach these bitches how to layup
Now most of ya’ll can’t do shit
But all my chicks cook grits
And roll a spliff, at the same damn time
You ain’t live long enough, to have a bitch this fine
Now if you don’t mind

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
If I call you a bitch
It’s cause you’re my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch
Then there won’t be no problems
If I call you a trick
It’s cause you paid rent
And as long as you don’t call after 6
Then there won’t be any problems
Walk with me now
She with it, She with it
Keep it 300, I ain’t even gotta hit it
She with it, She with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning, nigga
She with it, She with it
Look me in my eye, there’ll be no simping
She with it, She with it
Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it
Yes Lord!

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
My momma said don’t trust these hoes, boy be about your loot
(True story!)
Now if my momma told me that, why the fuck would I listen to you?
(Yes Lord!)
Never go broke chasing riches
But you might go broke chasing every lil snake ass ho with a tongue piercing
Now

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
If I call you a bitch
It’s cause you’re my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch
Then there won’t be no problems
If I call you a trick
It’s cause you paid rent
And as long as you don’t call after 6
Then there won’t be any problems
Walk with me now
She with it, She with it
Keep it 300, I ain’t even gotta hit it
She with it, She with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga winning, nigga
She with it, She with it
Look me in my eye, there’ll be no simping
She with it, She with it
Gotta whole lot of women, all of them with it
Yes Lord!