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

Kizo – Moonlight Lyrics (feat. Malik Montana)

[Zwrotka 1: Kizo]
Cierpy wożą kurwy po nocy, apartamenty, kręcone pornosy
Diler na warcie dzwonią po nosy, Emka tuli jak ciepły kocyk
Ja nie śpię, bo się znowu martwię, twoje życie wygląda jak parkiet
Łażę sobie po nim w nowych butach, potem organizuje bankiet
Tu gdzie nikt się nie przyzna, lecz co drugi martwi się porankiem
Czy oby na pewno z rana o szóstej nie będzie szarpania za klamkę
Chłopaki spełniają swój sen, Turbo Porsche Cayenne
Dawaj tu mordo jak masz sprawę to nawijaj szybko, bo się spieszy
Diesel w powietrzu, nie gasną silniki, nic nie było brane na zeszyt
Widziałem w klipach tą waszą ulicę przestańcie to wreszcie kaleczyć
Nawet nie wiecie co to są problemy, nas problemy już nawet przestały dręczyć
Księżyc ulicy to rzuca światło na ręce, dziesięć samar w bmce
Towar na apartamencie, towar gdzieś na kawalerce
By zarobić to po pierwsze, nocą powstają plony najszersze
Gdy Ty przepierdalasz w nos swoje dorobki, ja za to sobie klip nakręcę
Na nogach tutaj za dnia jak i w noc
Zarabiasz lub wydajesz sos

[Refren: Kizo]
Szmule, dragi, wagi, telefony(Moonlight)
Szama, jointy, ładne fury, same ziomy(Moonlight)
Wielkie domy, plony, numer zastrzeżony(Moonlight)
Zatrzy-mania, przeszu-kania, komisarz wkurwiony(Moonlight)

[Zwrotka 2: Malik Montana]
Nie widziałem, nie słyszałem, a jak byłem to spałem
Telefon, podsłuch, rozmowa tu może być dowodem w sprawie
Zdjęcia mi robią jak fani, a zdjęć ich nie widać jak na instagramie
Na kartę telefon, na cudze nazwisko, odkąd PiS ma władze
Pepsi otwarte, by wrazie czego połknąć samarę
Kokę popijam pepsi jak bym popijał lufę przy barze
Rzyganie potem, wyrzucam treści tych zdarzeń
To nie bulimia mimo to rzygam, by zrzucić wagę
Tu gdzie dniówka większa od krajowej pensji
A na bloku aluminium wciąż szeleści
Tu gdzie każdy chce być Pablo Escobar
Taki zarobas że wczoraj w zeszyt brał
Kumple mówią Malik one są bez szału
A ja na to że dwie połówki to całość
Kumple mówią Malik one są bez szału
A ja na to że dwie połówki to całość

[Refren: Kizo]
Szmule, dragi, wagi, telefony(Moonlight)
Szama, jointy, ładne fury, same ziomy(Moonlight)
Wielkie domy, plony, numer zastrzeżony(Moonlight)
Zatrzy-mania, przeszu-kania, komisarz wkurwiony(Moonlight)

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

Future & Young Thug – Group Home Lyrics


(Intro: Young Thug)
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 1: Future)
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him every day
All my little wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my b*tches with you besides my main b*tch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a ni**a in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 2: Young Thug)
‘Bout to WCW my b*tch friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
F**k these ni**as, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the sh*ts in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a f**kin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can f**k every one of my hoes except my main (main b*tch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My b*tches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but b*tches
Yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

FUTURE – Group Home lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him every day
All my little wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (two, two)
I dress up like it’s elastic, yeah
12 cartridge for these bastards, yeah
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil, yeah
I got the sh*ts in Cali (Cali)
I got the kids a Denali (swerve)
I bulletproof all the windows (on God)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (blat)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (yeah)
Cut you off and dodge you like a f*ckin’ Charger (Charger)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (night to mornin’, yeah)
You can f*ck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

Eno – Million (Xalaz Album)

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 1]
Eine Million Euro auf Konto
Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong
Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun
Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton
Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben
An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben
An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch geben
An meine Biras die mir jeden Tag Kraft geben
Ich scheiß auf eure Song und Hits, ich kill Rapper
16 Uhr aufstehen, Frühstück mit Grillteller
In Almanya der neue Hauptdarsteller
Frag deine Freundin Eno er knallt besser

[Bridge]
Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 2]
Eine Million in Euro in Bar
Nach Monaco mit’nem Rolls Royce fahr’n
Ohne Aufenthalt große wurden krank in ganz Deutschland mach ich einen Namen
Versace Sweatshirt für sechs Scheine
Siehst mich gechillt einfach aus dem Benz steigen
Keine Sessions mit Schraubi und Brecheisen
Redest von Rücken doch du kennst keinen
Spontan nach Italien zum einkaufen fliegen
Lasse im Dsquared-Shop heut’ zehn Riesen
Krisen vorbei ENO183 wir ballern Blei
Fick die Polizei

[Scratch]
Fuck the police! Comin’ straight from the underground

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 3]
Wiesbaden 183 bald in den Charts
Kinnhaken schickt dich direkt in den Schlaf
Bin Laden ist tot, doch Eno ist da
Keine Fresse eingeschlagen heißt guter Tag
Ja Ja dreh’ runden in ‘nem BMW M6
Dach Carbon, tiefgelegt, 600ps
Trete aufs Gas und die Leute sie Kotzen
Lebe mein Traum geb’ ein Fick auf euch Fotzen
Furcht einflößend Griselda Blanco
Siehst du die Bullen hebst du Pico die Hand hoch
Steh’ ich vor dir machst du Platz bis nach Bangkok
Steig’ in den Ring dein Trainer schmeißt Handtuch
Wären ich für Verkauf von Drogen schwänze
Lutscht deine Freundin für Drogen Schwänze
Ot über Grenze im geklauten PKW
Audi RS6 Farbe: schwarz metallic

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Outro]
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

K Camp – Lyric Ave letras

[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
First off I am not a rapper, second off we are not the same
Third thing, all you bitch niggas on the internet, you should be ashamed
Closet full of Alexander Wang
Louis loafers, you can say I changed
Louis jacket just to block the rain
Eatin’ lobster bisk with some champagne
RIP to Bankroll
Shit all day been chasin’ bankrolls
I ain’t even change, I’m in the same clothes
Young wild nigga these hoes can’t expose
Young wild nigga that came in on fleek
Gotta get that lil bitch out my sheets
Uber outside, I see you next week
Mover XL, you know a nigga cheap
Pull up to your function ridin’ in that foreign car
Shawty fuck me off that co-co, feel like Pablo Escobar
Ain’t no pressure I’ma still accept your ass for who you are
Now just hop in my jacuzzi lose the panties and that bra

[Interlude]
Oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m that dude
King of pro tool
I am so rude
Feel like Goku
Lunch and no boo
Don’t do tofu
Say he know me but I don’t know old dude
Why you trippin’ man I swear she old news
Stop that bitch and girl you know you mine
Rollin’ stone, get my Rollie on
Rollin’ raw cone, drinkin’ red wine
But these niggas still know what’s happenin’
I’m not just rappin’
Expressin’ my emotions through some God damn captions
Ridin’ through the city and I’m God damn packin’
Cause I wish a nigga would nigga I’m God damn lappin’
On my way baby wish me well
Young nigga finally came out that shell
I’m the motherfuckin’ truth bitch, if you can’t tell

[Hook]
I got my change up
I got my name up
I wish a nigga tried to tell me that I change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Bought a brand new foreign so I had to switch my lane up
Change up
I got my change up, I got my change up, I got my change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Tell me why you hatin’ cause a nigga switched his lane up
Let’s get it

[Verse 3]
Bitch I’m on, they can’t help but hate
Round table with a full plate
I be in here, finest night chef
Shoutout (?)
Hand be so swift
Tokyo drift
Now I’m ridin’
Green on me add a thousand dollars
Young nigga got his money pilin’
When I seen a mil bitch I started robbin’

[Hook]
I got my change up
I got my name up
I wish a nigga tried to tell me that I change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Bought a brand new foreign so I had to switch my lane up
Change up
I got my change up, I got my change up, I got my change up
These bitches dangerous
Fuck me like I’m famous
Tell me why you hatin’ cause a nigga switched his lane up
Let’s get it

[Outro]
When are we gonna do Lyric Ave again
That was crazy last week
See you soon, call us, bye