Booba – Mona Lisa Lyrics (feat. Jsx)

[Paroles de "Mona Lisa" ft. JSX]

[Intro : Booba]
Ouais, eh, eh, eh
Ouais, eh, eh, eh
J'suis tellement loin, l'futur est derrière moi

[Couplet 1 : Booba]
J'ai tous les contacts, allons leur prendre de l'oseille
Le canon est froid, il veut te parler à l'oreille
J'espère que je serai prêt le jour où ça va chier
J'ai perdu des amis, des vrais, de nombreux anges m'ont lâché
Avec la horde, flingue à la main, d'vant la fête
Je vais m'endormir à la morgue, m'réveiller d'une balle dans la tête
J'me suis fait piquer comme un veau, combien vaut mon futur ? J'sais pas
Laissez-nous voir nos fils, nous dire qu'ils sont papas

[Pont 1 : Booba]
La hagra, ça paye pas, apparemment si
J'ai l'impression que ça va pas, j'ai coupé l'canon à la scie
Tu honores le mauvais drapeau, ton étendard t'a menti
Pablo Escobar s'fait la peau, tu ressors faire un ient-cli

[Refrain : JSX & Booba]
Saint-Martin, côté hollandais, paquet flottant, cocaïna
Un cheat-code pour la crypto', mettez-moi deux Mona Lisa
Faudra les fumer avant ou ça va tourner au drame
Diallo m'a prit 200 eu' pour un grigri contre les balles
J'suis tellement loin, l'futur est derrière oi-m
J'vois tout en mauve, en PayPal, mi-négro, mi-Néandertal
Pas d'sang, pas d'révolution, que des sans issue au sommaire

Comme dans chaque exécution
[Couplet 2 : JSX]
On remonte la deux roues surchargées, ça envoie l'bédo à mes timals
Que du cash dans le réseau, mettez-moi deux Mona Lisa
Faudra les fumer avant ou ça va tourner au drame
Zizou m'a dit : "Descends-les, ça va nous rapporter des balles"
C'qu'on a commencé, on l'achèvera, tu peux demander à Ibou
On allume ton bout-mara (pah, pah) tant que le ciel est avec nous
Parler, ne m'intéresse pas, j'préfère tous les mettre à genoux (hey, hey)
Papote avec mon 12 coups, p't-être que tu l'intéresseras (pah, pah)

[Pont 2 : JSX]
La hagra, ça paye pas, pourtant, j'ai grossi
La honda, JSX, numéro 10, Maradona
On a fumé l'espoir, faut toucher du bois (pah, pah)
f*ck ton abus d'pouvoir, chez moi, c'est les balles qui font la loi

[Refrain : Booba & JSX]
Saint-Martin, côté hollandais, paquet flottant, cocaïna
Un cheat-code pour la crypto', mettez-moi deux Mona Lisa
Faudra les fumer avant ou ça va tourner au drame
Diallo m'a prit 200 eu' pour un grigri contre les balles
J'suis tellement loin, l'futur est derrière oi-m
J'vois tout en mauve, en PayPal, mi-négro, mi-Néandertal
Pas d'sang, pas d'révolution, que des sans issue au sommaire
Comme dans chaque exécution
[Outro : Booba]
Paquet flottant, cocaïna

Kekra – Intermission Lyrics

[Refrain]
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy

[Couplet 1]
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs rident à 1000 à l’heure
Tournent à 1000 à l’heure, touchent à 1000 à l’heure
Cocaine inhaleur m’harcèle, me supplie d’être à l’heure
Ient-cli millionnaire veut chromer mais non
J’taffe pour l’oseille, ah, ah
Charbonneur de doux sous
307 me chouf, me drone
Sous marin la night, je maille
D’autre moyen j’ai ‘ap, en balle
Tu croyais quoi : j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps
J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps
Plus l’temps, nan
Plus maintenant
Va bien falloir que tu paies, va bien falloir que tu saignes

[Refrain]
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy

[Couplet 2]
All Eyes On Me comme Mona Lisa, nigga
Et les trois quarts du rap bandent, Adidas nigga
J’fume de l’avocat jaune qui pue la weedass, nigga
Bien sûr que j’me gratte les couilles si j’deviens Midas, nigga
Si j’deviens Midas nigga, mais c’est la guignasse, nigga
Autodidacte nigga, vu les stigmates, nigga
Charpentier qui boit ton rap de Ponce Pilate, nigga
La rime est profonde comme le flow, on dirait dix vagues, nigga
La ge-ra je l’ai en me, t’es pas d’taille gros, elle est très grande
J’tacle la balle avec mes ennuis, la misère en guise de playground
Tu crois que j’rigole, bâtard ? Tu crois qu’on plaisante ?
Les charbonneurs savent qui les représente
J’suis pas une petite poucave, j’suis ni une légende
J’fais mon biff comme n’importe lequel de tes gens

[Refrain]
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy

Terror Jr – Mona Lisa Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You call me Mona Lisa
I’ll never be that Lisa
You’re looking for a classic
I’m something new and tragic
You’ll never be DaVinci
f**k Bill, I’m more Lewinski
f**k safety, only risky
Not dreaming if you’ll miss me

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t hang me in museums
I don’t make my music for ’em
Predictions, must ignore ’em
They’ll never be explorers
I came to build the future
No hiding in computers
We coming from the sewers
They call ’em Terror Jr

[Chorus]
Oh, Mona Lisa
If I could only meet ya
So many things to show ya
This frozen bitch got colder
Oh, Mona Lisa
Oh, I won’t ever leave ya

[Verse 2]
Don’t fit your weak description
Kill doctors with prescriptions
Paid for by corporations
So we never leave vacation

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t hang me in museums
I don’t make my music for ’em
Predictions, must ignore ’em
They’ll never be explorers
I came to build the future
No hiding in computers
We coming from the sewers
They call ’em Terror Jr

[Chorus]
Oh, Mona Lisa, if I could only meet ya
So many things to show ya
This frozen bitch got colder
Oh, Mona Lisa
Oh, I won’t ever leave ya
Oh, I won’t ever leave ya
Oh, I won’t ever leave ya

[Outro]
Oh, Mona Lisa, I
Promise to never leave ya
I see your face and features
You are the perfect creature

Silas – Outro Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, so explicit with the words that I be kicking lately
Funky shit, I grab your bitch and we be dipping baby
Cause I done seen it all living this here lifestyle
Was tryna be the greatest til I put the mic down
And I’ll tell you why having dreams that I would fly
Ever since a youngin got into this music cause I wasn’t good at nothing
Swear they said that I’d be nothing
But I promise you I’m something cause I feel it though
Praying for a miracle
These dark knights shaped me to the man I am
Looking at this white boy really from a glance
Can you even spit these bars?
Why you aiming for the stars?
Do you know what it just takes to make it far?
Every time I hit the mic it feel like this your seminar
Take it back, take it way back
Riding in that car, fell in love with hip-hop
Swear we got it living large, swear we got it living large

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4
I done seen a lot of shit that make me wonder some more
It’s like don’t waste time
I said 1, 2, 3, 4
I done seen a lot of shit that make me wonder some more
It’s like heal your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
What you living for? Baby, what’s your dream?
Baby, what’s your passion? Life ain’t what it seems
Thinking bout my actions, I was 17
Never realizing this is everything
My verse is legendary for the fact it’s military
Wonder what my purpose is before I hit the cemetery
It’s the question that’s been circling my mind for some time
As a youngin we would go and bump Sublime
Rolling J’s inside the park and roaming streets after dark
Where’s my Mona Lisa?
Preaching bout my life you leeches
That’s why I never understood it, we was up to no good
They never loved us and I don’t give a f**k if they would
I’m just bout my peoples living life and f**k a fight
Those lonely nights all on own, leave in the past
I’m tryna be a better man and they feel me at last
So wonder where this life will take me
We ain’t moving too fast, you know

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4
I done seen a lot of shit that make me wonder some more
It’s like don’t waste time
I said 1, 2, 3, 4
I done seen a lot of shit that make me wonder some more
It’s like heal your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Interlude]
That shit’s kinda crazy though cause I started this music cause people really used to tell me I was nothing and I was never good at anything. And what I wanted to do was I wanted to find a craft that I could essentially master and just have a good f**kin’ time with. So for all my people’s that’s out there and tryna do something, just know you can do that shit cause I did it

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4
I done seen a lot of shit that make me wonder some more
It’s like don’t waste time
I said 1, 2, 3, 4
I done seen a lot of shit that make me wonder some more
It’s like heal your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Son Kuma – Price Tags Lyrics (feat. Lo)

[Intro: Lo]
Even Lil Yachty wouldn’t fit on the seine
But my cup is empty so there’s room inside my hand
I’m not big enough for her to use an Acronym
So I told her if you tag me it won’t help on Instagram

[Pre-Hook: Lo]
It won’t help on Instagram, help on Instagram
If you misunderstand that’s cus she’s Parisian
She don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn
She looks a million, Louis V could be a fan but
She don’t give a

[Hook: Son Kuma]
Price tag, ain’t no price tags for these bitches
Need an ice pack, need an ice pack or some stitches
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah yah)

[Verse 1: Son Kuma]
Ain’t no price tag you too high-class for that
f**k my finance you not side-tracked for that
You won’t bat an eyelash letcha fine ass relax
You know I like that, you know I like that
Oh cus I’m a baller, right?
And this girl’s eyes ain’t got no prize don’t see no dollar signs
Can’t flex my figures text my digits, she won’t call my line
She’s so hard to find, these niggas under qualified I shouldn’t have to wonder why
Cause she’s looking for a dude who ain’t gotta prove something But he’ll treat her like a jewel, keep it cool like it’s nothing
I’ve been feeling what she do how she moves, making love its
Always got me in the mood drinking goose while we f**king
Like damn, she on me like a stamp I’m her male like fo’real
Muhf**ka I am, so I’m sticking to the plan hope I stick it when we land
You don’t want my dime cus you is a dime
And I better take charge cus you is the fine
And you don’t wanna see the hunneds gotta keep it a hunned
Cus you ain’t falling for the money gotta show ya I want it
Because ma’am, I really like you and
f**k a check I’m really trynna rep your brand
f**k a tag on the gram

[Pre-Hook: Lo]
It won’t help on Instagram, help on Instagram
But if you misunderstand that’s cus she’s Parisian
And she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn
You could drop a million, Louis V could be your fam but
She don’t give a

[Hook: Son Kuma]
Price tag, ain’t no price tags for these bitches
Need an ice pack, need an ice pack or some stitches
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah yah)

[Verse 2: Lo]
I’ll prolly need some stitches for my heart
This girl don’t give a f**k between a heli or the Bart
And maybe I can rearrange my head so she sees eye to eye with me
I need no one but she but she don’t need no one like me
Yeah I dream about her all the time
This girl who takes her love with poetry a glass of wine
I’d tell her I’m a broke boy
She says that’s a joke boy
You’re richer than Koch boys
Come and share a smoke boy
That’s when Id say yachty wouldn’t fit on the seine
But my cup is empty so there’s room inside my hand
I’m not big enough for you to use an acronym
So I’m sorry if you tag me it won’t help on Instagram

[Pre-Hook: Lo]
It won’t help on Instagram, help on Instagram
But if you misunderstand that’s cus she’s Parisian
And she don’t give a damn, she don’t give a damn
She looks a million, Louis V could be a fan but
She don’t give a

[Hook: Son Kuma]
Price tag, ain’t no price tags for these bitches
Need an ice pack, need an ice pack or some stitches
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah)
For your heart now (yah yah)

[Verse 3: Son Kuma]
And everywhere I look I see these niggas tryna fiend
Tryna be your dude by buying jewels not knowing you’s a queen
Cus you attractive like the Mona Lisa
Pack that shit fill the whole arena
Flow so sick I got emphysema
Rhyme so quick lyrics for a cheetah
Felines need to rewind read the last line
Me-time ain’t a real thang its a dream-like
State mind crossing state lines cus I hate mine
Reminds me of old times digging gold mines
And you a gold mine And you all mine
Singing “oh why? I’m a broke guy”
f**k a tag on the gram, f**k the man with the bag, you the damn champ and you got no price

Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

Fleurie – R U O.K.? Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Green grass where’d you go
Can’t find Geronimo, hmm
Fell on a dagger, but it’s all my own
Fell on some thorns from seeds I’ve sown
And the curse is high
And the curse is high

[Chorus]
Now everyone can see
Now everyone can see
Show them my best side, my best side
Show them my best side
Paint a mystery, a mystery

[Verse 2]
They hang the Mona Lisa and I see my face
Etched into the marble of an ancient vase
I see you staring and it makes me nervous
I see you staring at me

[Chorus]
Now everyone can see
Now everyone can see, hmm
Give them my best side and paint a mystery
Give them my smile, leave the misery
Make me a mystery
Yeah, make me a mystery

[Bridge]
Sometimes I get this feeling that I can’t explain
Sometimes I get this feeling that I’m not okay
Sometimes I get this feeling I can’t contain
Sometimes I get this feeling that we’re not okay
Sometimes I get this feeling that I can’t explain
Sometimes I get this feeling that I’m not okay
Sometimes I get this feeling I can’t contain
Sometimes I get this feeling that we’re not okay

Luke Combs – I Got Away With You lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I got caught in Panama City
Tryin’ to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
And I got wore out by my daddy
For stealin’ cigarettes from the Smokes and More
And all my friends would get away
Seems I’d get caught, plain as day
I took the blame for every little thing

[Chorus]
But I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Verse 2]
Well lookin’ like you do
On its damn own, should be a crime
Let a lonely fool like me
Hand in hand with you, should be doin’ time
But here we are runnin’ free
Guess someone turned the other cheek
‘Cause there ain’t no blue lights in the rear-view

[Chorus]
Yes, I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Bridge]
I’ll take it all, the fails, the falls
The county jails and one phone calls
I’d do it all again if I had to

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got away with you
Somehow girl, I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you
When I got away with you
Yeah, I got away with you

Anderson .Paak – Room In Here lyrics

(feat. The Game & Sonyaè Elise)

[Skit]
“Besides surfing, what do you think about? Love, for instance?
I don’t think about it, I make it”

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
I want you by my lonesome, above this crowded space
It’s easier to hold some, when no one’s in the way
Well if no one’s in the running for the part
I’d love to pick a day
To show you the main room (Whenever’s a good time)
I don’t need a bouquet, I just need proper space
Homie three blocks away, I got bottles for days
I got tropical haze, go ahead and wave bye
Let me help with your coat, grab a hold of my arm
Tell them niggas to move, tell your sister you fine

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Cause baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
As crazy as it may seem, it’s not too hard to read
It’s too many ifs and maybes, and not enough certainty
Well if no one’s putting numbers on the board
I’d love to take a swing, might even graze you
But I don’t mean any harm, I’m just speaking my mind
Take a look at that moon, ’bout as bright as your eyes
We got plenty of space, go ahead and recline
Take a puff of that, get a sip of this wine
Yeah, feelin’ good?

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Cause baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

[Verse 3: The Game]
She had a bright smile, big white teeth, I mean
Whiter than her white T, remind me of wifey
Met her at the studio, sort of like a high buyer
She told me she had game so we connected like the wifi
She had this Asian swagger ‘bout her, so I call her mai tai
Started followin’ her, she was the only thing on my timeline
And there was this one picture, her in the swimsuit
That made a nigga want to beat it up, and I intend to
But I’ma have to put in work, baby girl then drink it all
Face like Mona Lisa, I’m just tryna be the wall to hang on
I ain’t got no patience, I can’t wait long
She come and see me, but she don’t stay long
And that’s the problem, she a good girl
Maybe it’s too much smoke in the room
And she don’t want that Mary Jane in her Vidal Sassoon
So I’mma take a minute, and walk her to her Uber
Got a bullet in my heart, and she the shooter
Ay, .Paak

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Baby there’s room in here
Just enough for two in here
Ain’t nobody but you and me in here
Yeah, what can we do in here?
What can we do? What can we do?

Bali Baby – Introduction lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, hah
Muah!
I said “Hi, it’s nice to meet you!

[Hook]
I said, “Hi, I’m Bali Baby, nice to meet you!”
Bitches copy me, just need to cop a fucking feature
I’m a perfect picture, niggas say I’m Mona Lisa
If I put you on a plate, I know my niggas gonna eat you
I said, “Hi, I’m Bali Baby, nice to meet you!”
Bitches copy me, just need to cop a fucking feature
I’m a perfect picture, niggas say I’m Mona Lisa
If I put you on a plate, I know my niggas gonna eat you
Goodbye!

[Verse]
Hah, switch it up! I’ma make you a believer
He don’t ever beat up, feel like I am Khalo Frida
She never think it through, because that bitch is full of eager
They hating on me, but they saying “Yes I wanna meet her!”
Okay, okay, okay, niggas robbing pages and pay Peter
I can never trust ’em cause they all turn into cheaters
My car got hella power and it running like a cheetah
I can never walk in public, I smell like the reefa
Okay, okay, okay, bring it back! Muah!
Hi I’m Bali Baby, I’m a preacher, it’s nice to meet you
I am giving lessons baby, ball me brazy teacher
If she posting naked, then you know she not a keeper
Had to cut ’em off, because I know that they was leeches
Okay, okay, okay!
Hi I’m Bali Baby, I’m saddity
If you talking shit, you know I’ll pop up in your bitty
I’m loving all my fans, cause I know they riding with me
And I’m talking all my shit, because I do not give out pity
Okay, okay, okay!
Stacking up my money, colosseum
I feel like my music gonna be in a museum
What I mean is that my music got a meaning
I am always busy cause I’m taking hella meetings
Okay, okay, okay!
She ask me baby, you know that I’m riding
I will always multiply, whenever I’m dividing
I just blow a kiss and I know people fucking buying
Who said I am not a star, you know they fucking lying
Okay, okay, okay!

[Hook]
“Hi, I’m Bali Baby, nice to meet you!”
Bitches copy me, just need to cop a fucking feature
I’m a perfect picture, niggas say I’m Mona Lisa
If I put you on a plate, I know my niggas gonna eat you
Okay, okay, okay!
Hi I’m Bali Baby, I’m saddity
If you talking shit, you know we pop up in your bitty
I’m loving all my fans, cause I know they riding with me
And I’m talking all my shit, because I do not give out pity
Okay, okay, okay!

[Outro]
Hi, I’m Bali Baby, nice to meet you!

Lil Durk – Public Housing Lyrics

[Intro]
For real like
I’m saying they count us out at the right time
You know what I’m saying
That gave us motivation to tuck and gotta do what we do
You know what I’m saying I got the city on my back you know

[Hook]
I came from public houses to a mansion
I lost my family I was feelin’ stranded
I seen my son he a throw a tantrum
Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners
I asked Allah can he give me guidance
Full of anger I was in out my mind and
I know this music is my soul passion
Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion

[Verse 1]
On red carpet feelin’ like Alladin
Got a bitch from Tokyo I like her accent
Julio Jones ballin’ on Madden
On top enjoy my risin’
Smokin’ woods like I’m in a cabin
Goin’ broke I cannot imagine
No way, how you blastin’ if you plastic
Imma turn wit da cheque get my momma a new crib
I ain’t talking Kodak Black imma get a new crib
I just paid for my side bitch to get a titties filled
And she tried to suck me up for them new Fendi heels
I been in it for a long time need some new deals
I been in 4gs it for a long time need some new wheels
Percocet with the xannex new some new pills
Traded in that new Hellcat to see a coup wheel
Turn up

[Hook]
I came from public houses to a mansion
I lost my family I was feelin’ stranded
I seen my son he a throw a tantrum
Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners
I asked Allah can he give me guidance
Full of anger I was in out my mind and
I know this music is my soul passion
Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion

[Verse 2]
I’m with Zoey on the jet skis
Two cars imma switch keys
Fuck the old heads they miss lead
Only the family stand for family
I lost my blood thats insanity
Shout out Tory cuz he signed to me
I’m wit a boss bitch count them gs
Count my cheese up
Got a passport she got a Visa
Its perfect picture Mona Lisa
They did’t believe us
Hope they never need us
While the police try to discriminate us
And I got these diamonds just to please my haters
Gotta get this money gotta chase that paper
While these niggas try to assassinate us
I got a Glock and it came with lasers

[Hook]
I came from public houses to a mansion
I lost my family I was feelin’ stranded
I seen my son he a throw a tantrum
Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners
I asked Allah can he give me guidance
Full of anger I was in out my mind and
I know this music is my soul passion
Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion

Tiara Thomas – Retro 1’s Lyrics

[Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

Skooly – Friend Watch

[Intro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, okay, look

[Verse 1]
Different type of nigga, I want different type of figures
Make a Christian read the bible, have her screaming out the scriptures, look
Ain’t no fuckin’ riddle, I got Benihana extras
I got armor issues, different niggas wanna harm a nigga
They say daddy who’s your son? I’m like all I do is stunt
Hop out Rubicon, rockin’ Louboutins, I’m shooting guns
Concrete, make your heart beat, hard for you to beat us
Fucked a bitch for her fuckin’ features, almost had a fetus
I’m your teacher, I’m your fuckin’ teacher, I’m so conceited
And my bitch she’s a fuckin’ diva, no Mona Lisa
Poured a three in my fuckin’ liter, I can’t feel my fuckin’ features
And I was taught not to fear no evil, I grew up with regals, ooh
Ooh, ooh, fear no evil, I grew up with regals
This is how it is, this is how I am now, uh
Trifling ass bitch, don’t text me from her man house, okay
Make her leg lock, make sure that her leg stop (pin her down)
Flintstone shit, make her fucking bed rock

[Chorus]
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop

[Verse 2]
Different type of glamour, I need different type of cameras
Talking different type of standards, ain’t no motherfucking amateur
Plus I bought her sandles, plus I’m from Atlanta
Got her Gucci bag, told her get my coochie bad
It ain’t no war, we beat ’em, it ain’t no boss can feed us
Bitch I’m a dog I feed ya, bitch I’m a dog I eat ya
I’ma go insane (ride back), I’m off the chain (aw man)
Look at her frame (goddamn), look at her frame (goddamn)
Okay, I done upped my figures, bout to give your ho the business
Got her trippin’, in here strippin’, ’bout to give my partner feelings
Better watch your bitch, got it, got your bitch, this is not your bitch
Yeah I got her in here ironing shit, in here lining shit
Yeah she fine as shit, in here fine as shit, in here high and shit
In here hidin’ shit like bitch that’s not my shit
Bitch you trifling, bitch you nosy, man the fine glass
Baby fine as shit, and I can’t try the bitch ’cause she be signing shit
At the door, I got plenty more, rock out any show
I was broke, mama was always home, daddy was selling dope
Got a ho, got another ho, hot yellow ho
In her mind, I get in her spine, got her grabbin’ roles

[Chorus]
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop

Amine – Squeeze

[Verse]
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I started it, them niggas borrow it
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex?
What should I be for Halloween?
I know, me, I’m the best

Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

Intermission – Kekra paroles

Paroles Kekra – Intermission

Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy.(intermission)

Issu d’là où les bicraveurs
Ride à 1000 à l’heure
Tournent à 1000 à l’heure
Touchent à 1000 à l’heure
Cocaine inhaleur m’harcèle, me supplie d’être à l’heure
Ient-cli millionnaire veut chrome et [?]
J’taffe pour l’oseille, ah, ah
Charbonneur de doux sous
307 me chouf, me drone
Sous marin la night, je maille
D’autre moyen j’ai ‘ap, en balle
Tu croyais quoi : j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps
J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps
Plus l’temps, nan
Plus maintenant
Va bien falloir que tu paies, va bien falloir que tu saignes.

Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy.

All Eyes On Me comme Mona Lisa, nigga
Et les trois quarts du rap bandent Adidas, nigga
J’fume de l’avocat jaune qui pue la weedass, nigga
Bien sûr que j’me gratte les couilles si j’deviens mid-a*s, nigga
Si j’deviens mid-a*s, nigga, mais c’est la guigne a*s, nigga
Autodidacte, nigga, vu les stigmates, nigga
Charpentier qui boit ton rap de Ponce Pilate, nigga
La rime est profonde comme le flow, on dirait dix vagues, nigga
La ge-ra je l’ai en me versuri-lyrics.info
T’es pas d’taille gros, elle est très grande
J’tacle la balle avec mes ennuis
La misère en guise de playground
Tu crois que j’rigole bâtard ?
Tu crois qu’on plaisante ?
Les charbonneurs savent qui les représentent
J’suis pas une petite poucave, j’suis ni une légende
J’fais mon biff comme n’importe lequel de tes gens.

Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandy
Y a que ma mère, les murs d’ma tess qui m’ont vu grandir
En temps d’guerre avec mes sincères j’construis un empire
Issu d’là où les bicraveurs s’déguisent en dandyyy.(intermission)
Kekra lyrics
Video Kekra

Emmylou Harris – J’ai Fait Tout Lyrics

EMMYLOU HARRIS
J’ai Fait Tout Lyrics

(Emmylou Harris)
J’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout
Ce que j’ai pu
J’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout
Ce que j’ai pu

I have seen some trouble
Been around the way
Rode the streetcar of desire and I paid
And if you want a witness
I will testify
To what I saw through a wandering eye

‘Cause nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do

I heard all about it
You don’t need an alibi
There was no medicine I did not try
You lost your Mona Lisa
Got burned by Jezebel
You can always draw water from my well

‘Cause nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do

J’ai fait tout. j’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout
I will give everything I am to you
J’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout.
You know it’s true
J’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout

You can go and leave me
But you’ll come back for more
I know where all your old secrets are stored
My history is written
My heart is still pure
You crave redemption and I got the cure

‘Cause nobody loves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody laves you like I do
Nobody loves you like I do

J’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout
Ce que j’ai pu
J’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout
Ce que j’ai pu

J’ai fait tout. j’ai fait tout, j’ai fait tout

Future – Extra Luv Lyrics

FUTURE
Extra Luv Lyrics

Too much poppin’ in my life baby, I just really need some time baby
Come and check up on my line baby, out of time baby, ah noo
Fell in love with the lifestyle, black shades, night clout
She want to f**k but she don’t love me
Lifestyle, lifestyle
Strapped up but I’m iced down, all white crib with the black towel
She don’t want to love me
Lifestyle, lifestyle

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You never really loved me (You ain’t never loved me)
Ahhh, ahhh, never really loved me (You ain’t never loved me)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Never really loved me
It’s my lifestyle, it’s my lifestyle

Lil mama fell in love with the lifestyle
Four bad bitches on a white couch
Last night, tried to pipe down
Told her hol’ up, let me put the pipe down
Touchdown, I ain’t even ate yet
Serve it on a platter in a red dress
Chinchilla, turn that bitch to Mona Lisa
All she want to do is f**k, hit the bitch
Sand from her toes out the Lambo
Hit 30k golds for your sandals
30 round clip for the [?]
Drivin’ in the whip, up the wrong way

Moffatts – Bang Bang Boom Lyrics

MOFFATTS
Bang Bang Boom Lyrics

Early morning
I got Mona Lisa by my side
What’s the story
Behind that devious smile?

doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo

She’s an angel
Now, she’s the monkey on my back
She the freedom
Still she never lets me go no

And my blood starts pumpin’
And my heart goes jumpin’
Every time she says, ‘I have to go now’
But it really don’t matter for worse or for better
She will always be my number one
she goes…

[chorus]
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
My heart goes bang bang boom
doo doo doo doo
When she walks into the room
doo doo doo doo
My heart goes bang bang boom

She supplies me
Whenever ever I’m in need
Still a thief
From the day she stole my heart now

And my blood starts pumpin’
And my heart goes jumpin’
Every time she says, ‘I have to go now’
But it really don’t matter for worse or for better
She will always be my number one
She goes…

[chorus]

When she walks into the room
She makes me touch the sky
Her devil in disguise
She makes me touch the sky
An angel in disguise

(she makes me cry, yeah, yeah)

Mona Lisa by my side
With the devious ol’ smile
She’s the devil in disguise
Still she makes me touch the sky
Love supplier when I need
Stole my heart and made me bleed
Well, I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
When she goes…

[chorus]

doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
My heart goes yeah, yeah, yeah
doo doo doo doo
When she walks into the room
doo doo doo doo
My heart goes bang bang boom

Better Than Ezra – Extra Ordinary lyrics

I got a little bit of hope, like a soap on a rope
Sweeter than sour gettin’ thinner by the hour
Fallin’ fast and I’m runnin’ out of gas
Noggin’ on your sister smart as Bobby Fisher
Still I couldn’t get arrested
Though I got more hooks than Madonna got looks
Just like that ac/Dc song, “C’mon baby, shake me all night long”

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary baby

Somebody pushed me through the door
I’ve been sleepin’ on the floor
31 flavors listen to the neighbors through the wall
And a deputant ball
Use a lot on Visa got a Mona Lisa
So much for the late brand
‘Cause your money’s spent and it’s cold inside
Just like that Barenaked Ladies song “I’m hot like a sabbe when I’m next to your body”

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary baby

(Your love’s such a sweet thing
Your love’s such a sweet thing)

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary baby

All I wanna do
Is get up early in the morning (oh I love you baby)
And all I gotta say to you
Is your love’s extra ordinary
You’re extra ordinary

Jesse Malin – Mona Lisa lyrics

Steven’s selling Marijuana uptown to the primadonnas
Medicate the counterculture 9/11 baby boom
Paulie’s waiting to retire smoking like a forest fire
Putting on the lipstick and the panties in his mother’s room
Nothing to do
Nothing to lose

And if you work your life away
We’ll send you flowers every day
And you make your departure baby and get high

Hanging with the local talent
Drinking like your Shane Mcgowan
Going through your garbage try to turn into gold
Down on the dole
Selling your soul

And if you work your life away
They’ll put your picture on a frame
And you make your departure baby when you die

Bobbie joined the military
Jenny went and lost her cherry
Hanging at the commissary
Wants to see the Mona Lisa if they ever do release her
I don’t want to talk to soon
There’s nothing to lose
Swimming in booze
Selling your shoes
Nothing to lose

Mona Lisa eyes – Two Friends lyrics

Lyrics Two Friends – Mona Lisa eyes

You’ve blurred my vision
Can you take the keys and drive
Both drunk and daydreams
Let’s just speed through all these signs.(mona lisa eyes)

Can we be alone?
Turn the music low
Let the bullsh*t go
You can be so cold
Heaven only knows why I try.

You give me Mona Lisa eyes
Cuz I can’t take my love for you
Every time you start a fire
I can’t help but lose my cool
If you tell me that you’re mine
There’s nothing I won’t do
So won’t you come with me tonight
I wanna show you how you make me feel.

Burn all your bridges girl
You’re still ..
.. you’re full but I’ve been ..

Can we be alone?
Turn the music low
Let the bullsh*t go
You can be so cold
Versuri-lyrics.info
Heaven only knows why I try.

You give me Mona Lisa eyes
Cuz I can’t take my love for you
Every time you start a fire
I can’t help but lose my cool
If you tell me that you’re mine
There’s nothing I won’t do
So won’t you come with me tonight
I wanna show you how you make me feel.

You give me Mona Lisa eyes
Cuz I can’t take my love for you
So won’t you come with me tonight
I wanna show you how you make me feelll.
Two Friends lyrics
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Egg beater – Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Peewee Longway – Egg beater

Uhhhhh c-note longway cassidy jay sucker
5 finger egg beater

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting three’s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

5 finger beater flipping dope with a spatula
1000-8grams getting them from the pastor
curry keys shooting 3s rose gold forges on a raptor crawling like a f*cking tarantula
dunking pounds of that draymond green
all these guts fill with maybulean
c-lo got me back to serving lean im no freshman on double Xl magazine
i go to the bay and get me fresh OG
im on packs of pharo with like 2 freaks
5 finger beater get a 10 a key
ya them balmains stuffed with them Benjamin’s
balmain boots look like they timberlands
sipping that act nd that tuss in that pingenan
my b*tch say my nut taste like some M&Ms
MrBlueBenjamin f*cked up my kidney system lets get it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

Ace-Loaded cashed out on Keshia
jugging panda bears in my new Kon Yezzeys
Told me bring back some shit make her pussy drip
Keep that WI-FI on me with a extra clip making big plays big flips
Got big drugs good base Blue print like Jay-Z im the man in the trunk with funnel Cake
5 finger beater cooking dope up at the dinner date
Water whipping the way a nigga wrist penetrate
Reversible clip on them AKs
Cameras in the rear of the coupe for the f*ck niggas
Arizona plug selling bags of the swag
Stand up in the motor pas the gas
b*tch put them bowls in a plastic bag
Send a box to my granny nd a box to my grand-daddy scrambled some eggs nd got right back it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beateeer seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beateeer whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisaaa.
Peewee Longway lyrics
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Bon Jovi – The Devil’s In The Temple (Live From The London Palladium/2016) (This House Is Not For Sale Album)

[Verse 1]
This was a church
A house full of prayer
It ain’t that now
I could tear it down
There’s thieves at the altar
A snake wears the crown
Handing you coal, swearing it’s gold

[Chorus]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn the river to blood
The savior’s come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

[Verse 2]
I’d turn things around
I would if I could
Crash through the gates
Break every chain
Jail for the jailers
Sing freedom’s song
Amazing grace
Burn down this place

[Chorus]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn the river to blood
The savior’s come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

[Bridge]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
The devil’s in the temple and he’s making a mess
Got the Mona Lisa, got his hands up her dress
The gun is in his hand but he ain’t gonna confess
He lies

[Chorus]
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

Bon Jovi – The Devil’s In The Temple

This was a church
A house full of prayer
It ain’t that now
I could tear it down
There’s thieves at the altar
A snake wears the crown
Handing you coal
Swearing it’s gold
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
I’d turn things around
I would if I could
Crash through the gates
Break every chain
Jail for the jealous
Sing freedoms song
Amazing grace
Burn down this place
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
The devil’s in the temple and he’s making a mess
Got the Mona Lisa, got his hands up her dress
The gun is in his hand but he ain’t gonna confess
He lies
Look what they’ve done to this house of love
It’s too late to turn river to blood
The saviors come and gone, we’re all out of time
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine
The devil’s in the temple and he ain’t no friend of mine

Dawn Richard – The Louvre lyrics

[Verse 1]
I stare at you like you’re a work of art
You should be on a wall instead of hanging in my heart
But I’m too greedy to share your wonderful parts
So, I’ll frame you with me in hope that’s enough

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art

[Verse 2]
You belong sitting in the Louvre
Next to Achilles and Mona Lisa too
But I’m too greedy to let others celebrate you
So, I’ll curate you just for me and hope that’s not rude

[Chorus 2]
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art
Ooh, you’re a work of art, baby
Ooh, you’re a work of art

[Outro]
You belong sitting in the Louvre
But for now I’ll hang you in my room

Rich The Kid – Greedy (feat. Jeremih) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Let me pick and roll, say you want the play play
Want a fix huh? Slide in your playground
All she know is big business, all I know is gettin’ in it
I walk through some doors, just bought the coupe, no ceilings
Nah, I ain’t tryna just spend it, but fucked around and threw rain here
All I know is we runnin’, Forrest Gump into the money
Told her, "It’s bedtime" wrist on wristwatch
She said, "Daddy don’t stop" leave the band on my spot
Nope, they talkin’ in the street, some are chasin’ that Summer breeze
Face on a wall like Mona Lisa, clap that ass, don’t need no audience
So cold, leave the Summer [?], hope you ain’t on no teasin’ teasin’
So fine you ain’t gotta sneak her, kick a little then we get to sneakin’

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
She be callin’, she fiendin’, four in the mornin’, she need it
You a fool when you eat it, my flex on her for no reason
I’m in Paris, she freakin’, neck cold, wrist freezin’
Waterslide, she leakin’, straight to fuckin’, ain’t speakin’
From the bottom, got this shit out the street, I was hustlin’, made a mili a week
Overseas, on a jet for the cheese, fifteen hundred just for my jeans
All she know is big business, flexin’ up ’cause I’m winnin’
Copped the foreign a new Bentley, she wanna peel with that [?]
Why they hatin’, pull up Lamborghini, model bitches out the magazine
Lil’ foreign put on for the team, makin’ money, you can’t intervene
One hundred, I can never switch up, too foreign, got my trunk in the front
Bad bitch, give her dick and a blunt, too greedy, talkin’ ’bout what you want
Rich!

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

Fanny Lu – Tu No Eres Para Mi

Que me dice que me quiere
Que vivir sin mí no puede
Que lo agobian los momentos en que no estoy junto a él
Que siempre me había esperado
Que era a quien había soñado
La que su mamá quería pa` que fuera su mujer…

Que mis ojos son estrellas
Que mi risa es la más bella
Que todos mis atributos son perfectos para él
Que si fuera un retratista
Que si fuera un buen artista
Yo sería su Mona Lisa y hasta un tango de Gardel…
Y a él solo lo trago yo…

[Coro]
Quiero que tú sepas que tú no eres para mí
Que tú no eres para mí, siempre supe pero no hice caso…
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparecer por aquí
Con tus enredos y cuentos baratos.
Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que no yo soy para ti, siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracaso.

Que me promete la luna
Que yo soy como ninguna
Que parezco una doncella de esas que hay que proteger
Que sus vicios ha dejado
Que su suelo le ha aumentado
Que me promete la vida que yo siento merecer
Y hoy solo lo trago yo…
Quiero que tú sepas que tú no eres para mí
Que tú no eres para mí, siempre supe pero no hice caso…
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparecer por aquí

Con tus enredos y cuentos baratos.
Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que no yo soy para ti, siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracaso.
Y yo que tanto me decía que no me convenías
Que eras mi destrucción
Y siempre yo tratando de dejarte
Tu día ya llego
Tu día ya llego

Con tus enredos y cuentos baratos.
Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que no yo soy para ti, siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracaso.
Y yo que tanto me decía que no me convenías
Que eras mi destrucción
Y siempre yo tratando de dejarte
Tu día ya llego
Tu día ya llego

Dårlig Vane – 2 Blå

[Vers 1]
Eg e med laget mitt på banen
Ikkje heme, eg e borte
Helt om dagen, helt om natten
Carpe diem, carpe noctem
Lenar meg tilbake
Vifter de greiene bort
Tjommien puttar inn arbeid
Amadou tjener no’ sort
Og eg waver på den greien
Hun er [?]
Kallar meg for papi
Hon e fokusert på no’ [?] sex
[?] [?] [?]
Låsar det opp før eg stengar det ned
Tar denne kronen og kjørar han opp
[?][?][?]
Mæd fighter som en tater
Røyker fredpipe som en indianer
Hotboxer og dansar rundt en totempæle som Hiawatha
[?] glisar bredt som Mona Lisa
To fingre oppi været
Mens eg beefar

[Hook]
To blå lappar for no’ to grå kjappe
To blå lappar for no’ to grå kjappe
To blå lappar for no’ to grå kjappe
Skamrøde øyne
Løpar siste etappe
[Vers 2]
Eyh Eyh Eyh
Ikkje gidd å få meg pissed
Kjøpar to av to av to av to
Mann, eg hellar ned på no’
Eg ser blålys
Eg har ting som eg må gjømme
Kjør meg opp på den fargen
Kjør meg opp på den fargen
Det boblar neddi magen
Yo, det boblar neddi magen
Løpar siste etappen
To blå for to kjappe

[Vers 3]
Eg har shit oppi sekken, full av mystikk

To telefoner: ene for mine syndar
Andre for noen kroner
Som er ‘vekke på sekundar
Ruller en til, ja visst
Eg har mer enn mer
Tøsene higer pikk

[Hook]

[Vers 4-Angelo Reira]
[?][?] men eg klarer ikke slutte
Gutta er for slemme
De tryner av å se oss dabbe

[Hook]

[Outro]
Kontanter, fargerike plantar
Eg ser fargar i alle kantar
Fuckar med no’, eg på noe mantrar
Lucy oppi skyene med nokke diamantar

French Montana – Check Come (MC4 Album) letras

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Verse 1]
Niggas chop, pop, (?), ain’t y’all worried bout it?
No baby mama’s, just kiss her, she ain’t gotta worry bout it
Good mornin’s apologies, she heard about it
Cat right there ain’t hard to feed ain’t scurred about it
Sittin’ right next to that dank of G’s
Try to iron all the shit out to like 20 creases
Me and my niggas go way back, got a million secrets
These days can’t go to sleep, get caught sleepin’

[Bridge]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho

[Verse 2]
Got two bitches, 100 grand a piece
Slick Rick James, Mona Lisa
Once I cop the check she ain’t gotta lease it
I be thinkin’ bout my son like I gotta teach him
Man I fell in love for her mama rose
Once the check came I bought another road
Shit gotta paid, ah
Rent can’t be late, ah
You still my ho

[Bridge]
Once the check come I’m through with that ho
She’s still my ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that
Through with that
I’m through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I’m sippin’ lean just walkin’ by
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else