Bodega Bamz – Bring Em Out Lyrics (feat. Flatbush Zombies)

[Spoken Intro]

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
Tour bus looking like a brothel
Catching more bodies than Hostel
Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket
If it's war against them, I'ma pop it
Word like apostles
Kid from the ghetto listening to heavy metal, rock rolled in my sock
I ain't never been afraid, renegade got bars like mess halls
Locked three meals in the cot, nigga, what?
p*ssy at noon got me feeling brand new
When the sun come down, I'm leavin'
f*ck I look like? A fool?
Throwing shade like cool, bitch don't wake me up, I'm dreamin'
Puff, puff, pass, that's old school
I'm getting yesterday's paper, that's old news
The way I'm programmed, I never hold hands
Straight business, first class, never the coach
I'ma handle the game the way I handle the coke
Hand to hand on Instagram, picture the post
Nigga, picture me broke, I got a pitcher of Henny
I know my liver be ready for adios, but I'm stuck like
I'm a sure thing, I don't close call
I mean we all kings, but there's one god
There's one Allah, there's one Jah, bless
[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Now I pose for pictures, can't f*ck with you, be more specific
Cross me like when you beg forgiveness
I didn't like your vibe so I kept my distance
Niggas do it all for the paper
Institution was made then strewn to little girls and boys
But now "the world is yours," my nigga please
I done gross over a hundred G's
That's a lot of of money, still I'm screaming, "f*ck the police!"
In my motions I can't pretend that I'm different than you
But nigga listen and pay attention when I make a move
Vision blurred, I don't see no deterrence
But seeing the same niggas then saying the same words
Cycling that nature, puffing the same flavor
My niggas is Tanboys, original delegators
We ripping the floor panel and all
With a matter of force we go and handle you boys
We only family of course
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Nobody ever gave a f*ck about us, you never believed
Can't believe they f*cking doubted, now they can see

Child of the corn, Darko, freak off the leash
Rather unique, who art thou Van Gogh?
Randy Savage on beats, I bark proud, pitbull
If you break in my house he bark wild, f*ck you talking 'bout?!
Lil nigga I spark proud, pop a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh," then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping, I'm kicking Pamela out (Get to stepping!)
That Tommy hold a lot of slugs might be a hundred rounds
Them Flatbush niggas a shmurda ya, rusty tre pounds
Shoot you and throw it in the air, like a cap and gown
I demand the throne and the crown, tell 'em I want it now (Ha!)
Hair swinging when I'm shooting like O-Dog in that movie
Zombie gang fully lucid, Bathing Ape, fully draped
GG Allin lucky I ain't get to shit on his grave
Knuckle it behind bars like a prisoner in cage
Johnny Cage, black shades, hit off half yo face
My orange box-cutter make the world rotate
My orange box-cutter make the world rotate
On its axis, acid, sheets that ain't for the mattress, bastard

[Verse 4: Zombie Juice]
I need a honor roll for this shit, I need a honor roll for this shit
Thank the Lord it's lit, thank the Lord it's lit
Hopping out a bodega, need a pack, never later, later
Flatbush, Tanboy stylin' (WHOO!)
All my niggas get lit like a chalice, all my niggas get lit like a chalice
Cookies in my blunt, liquor in my gut, most you niggas suck
I'm on top of the world like Brandy said
So high, so high like Michel'le
Feeling unstoppable every bone and my particles
In the cut blowing tropicals
And they said it's impossible for a black young man to kill this shit
For a tan young man to kill this shit
So, more or less I do my thing
No stress, no crane, progression, mane
More or less we do our thing
No stress, no crane, progression, mane
[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
All them p*ssy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Where the hoes? Where the hoes? Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Sturgill Simpson – All The Pretty Colors Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Grey is the color of my world since you left me
On that bright and sunny, orange and mournful day
No more rainbows shining out my window
Like you my skies of blue have gone away

I guess you bought and sold all the silver and the gold
This old world don’t seem to shine no more
Yellow, purple, pink, and red have been replaced by lead
Like the foggy hollow that I’m headed for

[Chorus]
And all the colors are bleeding
Where’s ol’ Van Gogh when you need him
I bet you my left ear he can relate
And all the pretty bluе is fading
From the sea of tears I’m wading
And it’s causе of you my world’s gone grey

[Verse 2]
Well, some say grey’s a better way to live than blue
Not quite black and white but in between
But I’ve been so down ever since those eyes of brown
Followed white lines back to pines eternal green

[Chorus]
And all the colors are bleeding
Where’s ol’ Van Gogh when you need him
I bet you my left ear he can relate
And all the pretty blue is fading
From the sea of tears I’m wading
And it’s cause of you my world’s gone grey

And all the pretty blue is fading
From the sea of tears I’m wading
And it’s cause of you my world’s gone grey

Ay Em – Brick In An Uber Lyrics (feat. H Moneda)

Ayy, Michelin

I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)
Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)
Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)
I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground
Mommy told me, "Yes, you did", still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)
Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)
It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)
I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy

Can’t cross you up, but I’ma minimize it (I’ma minimize it)
You had enough, so what you signifyin’? (You signifyin’)
We got our demons and we all just tryin’ (All just tryin’)
In the hood all I see is an identity crisis
What it means, it won’t benefit myself (Yeah, yeah)
When I stepped outside, I had to be somebody else
Or they would eat me up alive, it ain’t appealin’ in a cell
I ain’t competin’ with the world, I’m just competin’ with myself
I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick)
Gotta get it quick before the wrist on freeze (Gotta get)
Swear you got ’em mad, so why’d you hit on me? (Why?)
It’s no wonder I’ve got trust issues

I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)
Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)
Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)
I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground
Mommy told me, "Yes, you did", still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)
Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)

It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)
I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy (Look)

It bring me hands-off H, dandruff flake (Ayy)
I’m gettin’ picked and they callin’ it Van Gogh paint
When ahk got nicked, he told me them handcuffs ache (Uh)
And he had his kettle on hot ‘fore the band got scraped
This ain’t for the faint heart and this ain’t for the weak (Uh-uh)
Got brothers been remanded on some charges as we speak (Free ’em)
Brandon’s ridin’ dirty, he ain’t guaranteed to make it back
But tunnel vision through the Blackwall Tunnel with a eighty stack
He in the Uber with a brick on him (Ayy)
Dash with a lap, he got a wick of him (Bounce)
Bounce back from Ls, cut his right wrist (Wrist)
But you can’t get him on the bail, you a flight risk
Drivin’ past the strip, bro, hide it out and run him down (Ayy)
Through our progression from years of wearin’ hand-me-downs
Now we hand ’em out, little niggas flag me down
My soldier handle business so well, that nigga family now, ayy

I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)
Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)
Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)
I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground
Mommy told me, "Yes, you did", still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)
Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)
It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)
I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy

Jill Colucci – The View Lyrics

Don’t you weep for me
I can hear you sing Amazing Grace
Please don’t grieve for me
I am free
Let the church bells ring
Oh I stand before these pearly gates
You should see this place

I’m on these streets
They’re paved with gold
I’m here with Grandma
I’m dancing with your Uncle Joe
It’s like he’s seventeen years old
Heaven knows it’s true
If you could see the view
You would not cry for me

How I loved Van Gogh
Now I watch him almost every day
Painting yellow fields and blue skies
You should see these roses
They change colors when the angels sing
That’s my favorite thing

I’m on these streets
They’re paved with gold
I’m here with Grandma
I’m dancing with your Uncle Joe
It’s like he’s seventeen years old
Heaven knows it’s true
I’m watching over you
And if you could see the view
You would not cry for me

I’m on these streets
They’re paved with gold
I’m here with Grandma
I’m dancing with your Uncle Joe
It’s like he’s seventeen years old
Heaven knows it’s true
I’m watching over you
And if you could see the view

I’m on these streets
They’re paved with gold
Heaven knows it’s true
If you cold see the view
I’m watching over you
If you could see the view
If you could see the view
I’m watching over you
If you could see the view
If you could see the view
The view, the view

Leikeli47 – Drums II Clean Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m a lot more Quincy, I’m a lot more Toomp
I’m a lot more Minnie, I’m a lot more Snoop
I’m a lot more Jordan [?]
Got cut with a JV, an average 42
I’m a lot more Biggie, I’m a lot more Pac
I’m a lot more Diddy cause I ain’t gon’ stop
I’m a lot more Oprah, this before she had that yacht
I’m a lot more Apple running 40 laptops

[Hook]
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean, whoa
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean

[Verse 2]
I’m a lot more Janet, I’m a lot more Mike
You a lot more wrong, I’m a lot more right
I’m a lot more Ricky Bobby, Talladega Nights
I’m a lot more truth, you a lot more hype
I’m a lot more Martin, I’m a lot more Malcolm
I’m a lot more Vic, keep them eagles and them falcons
I’m a lot more Dillon, guess that times are a changin’
I’m a lot more Van Gogh, can’t hear what y’all saying’

[Hook]
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean, whoa
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean

[Bridge]
I’m with that dirty kickin’ smell like
I’m with that 808 like
I’m with that dirty kickin’ smell like
I’m with that 808 like

[Hook]
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean
Nigga, your drums too clean, whoa
Nigga, your drums too clean
Walk down the street, light up like Billie Jean
Nigga, your drums too clean

Janelle Monae – Django Jane

This is my palace, champagne in my chalice
I got it all covered like a wedding band
Wondaland, so my alias is Alice
We gon’ start a motherfuckin’ pussy riot
Or we gon’ have to put ’em on a pussy diet
Look at that, I guarantee I got ’em quiet
Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired
A-town, made it out there
Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there
Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail
Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale
Momma was a G, she was cleanin’ hotels
Poppa was a driver, I was workin’ retail
Kept us in the back of the store
We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga

Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin’ down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the
Highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Yeah, we highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated

Yeah, Gemini they still jammin’
Box office numbers, and they doin’ outstandin’
Runnin’ outta space in my damn bandwagon
Remember when they used to say I look too mannish
Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it
Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit
They been trying hard just to make us all vanish
I suggest they put a flag on a whole nother planet

Jane Bond, never Jane Doe
And I Django, never Sambo
Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo
It’s lookin’ like y’all gon’ need some more ammo
I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off like Van Gogh
Now, pan right for the angle
I got away with murder, no Scandal
Cue the violins and the violas

We gave you life, we gave you birth
We gave you God, we gave you Earth
We fem the future, don’t make it worse
You want the world? Well, what’s it worth?
Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots
Who twist the plot?
Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris
In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power?
Made a fandroid outta yo girlfriend
Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind
And paint the city pink, paint the city pink
And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end

And nigga, down dawg
Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved
And hit the mute button
Let the vagina have a monologue
Mansplaining, I fold em like origami
What’s a wave, baby? This a tsunami
For the culture, I kamikaze
I put my life on a life line
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
Do anybody got it? Do anybody got it?
I say anybody got it?

Red bottom sky – Yung Lean lyrics

Lyrics Yung Lean – Red bottom sky

Ice dropping, red bottom sky
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice dropping, red bottom sky
Ice on my feet, I keep slipping (slipping away) (x2)

Soldiers in the night and we lurking
Medieval flowers in my church, we working
I’m in the bottom, let’s be silver surfer surfing
I lived a thousand lives, but I’m still searching (where they at?)
Broken glass in my hands, sister’s twerking
Money on the floor and she nervous
Paint a picture like Van Gogh, I’m cursed man
Skrrt skrrt to the moon, b***h, I’m swerving (skrrt)
Hit the curve and my s**t .. hurting
I was down, so deep down but time’s turning (darkness on my)
Darkness in my mind, flip the mattress, I got dough
Harvest on my line, I live the story I was told.

Ice dropping, red bottom skyyy
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice dropping, red bottom skyyy
Ice on my feet, I keep slipping (slipping away) (x2)

I heard shooters on the roof, yeah they’re trynna shoot you
I’m in a dark room, candles singing hallelujah
You think I’m gone too much, well, I think I suit you
You say I’m in my mind too much, well, I know that suits you
I lost everything, only thing I’m scared is to lose you
I heard voices in my head, yeah, they whispered to us
Paranoid, sledgehammer, that’s my Ruger
Woke up, realized I had to move up
Versuri-lyrics.info
Worked myself away everyday, now my loot up
But the truth is, I wish I never knew us
God of violence, pink dreams in my two cup
I’ve told you this was gonna end, but I fooled you.

Ice dropping, red bottom skyyy
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice dropping, red bottom skyyy
Ice on my feet, I keep slipping (slipping away) (x2)

Feels like I’m walking on water, not wine
Cut off my fingers to touch your smile
Feels like I’m walking on water, not wine
Cut off my fingers to touch your smile.

Ice dropping, red bottom skyyy
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice dropping, red bottom skyyy
Ice on my feet, I keep slipping (slipping awayyy) (x2)
Yung Lean lyrics
Video sky

Romeo Santos – Carmin (feat. Juan Luis Guerra) (Golden Album)

[Intro]
Este amor
Se deslumbra, toma aliento
Fascinante es sentir
Que ella es hecha para mi

[Verso 1: Juan Luis Guerra]
Me undo en fantasias muy profundas
Le pido un arcoíris y un jardín
En un circo de flores
Me inundo de emociones
Y mancha mi mejilla de carmín

[Verso 2: Romeo Santos]
Se ha convertido en mi musa
Cuarto mengüante me alumbra
Con un dibujo ‘e Da Vinci
Brutal, increible
Fuerte inspiración

[Coro: Romeo Santos, Juan Luis Guerra]
Cruzo alta mar en un delfin
Por ella nado hasta el fin
En una yola sin dormir

[Pre-Verso: Romeo Santos, Juan Luis Guerra]
Este amor
Te impresiona en su esplendor
Como obra de Van Gogh
Acuarela a perfección

[Verso 1: Juan Luis Guerra]
Me undo en fantasias muy profundas
Le pido un arcoíris y un jardin
En un circo de flores
Me inundo de emociones
Y mancha mi mejilla de carmín

[Verso 2: Romeo Santos]
Se ha convertido en mi musa
Cuarto mengüante me alumbra
Con un dibujo ‘e Da Vinci
Brutal, increible
Fuerte inspiración

[Coro: Romeo Santos, Juan Luis Guerra]
Cruzo alta mar en un delfin
Por ella nado hasta el fin
En una yola sin dormir

[Puente: Romeo Santos]
Escucha las palabras de los poetas

[Coro: Romeo Santos, Juan Luis Guerra]
Cruzo alta mar en un delfin
Por ella nado hasta el fin
En una yola sin dormir

Un corazón y está al desnudo
Ella es la música, suspiros
Harmonia en mi canción

[Outro: Romeo Santos, Juan Luis Guerra, Ambos]
Este amor
Se deslumbra toma aliento
Fascinante es sentir
Que ella es hecha para mi

L2B – Underrated lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, my punchlines are so dope, got rhymes by the boatload,
A wordsmith, I paint pictures like Van Gogh though,
So I’m taking no chances, got your girl throwin’ glances,
I’m busy in the Vatican, smoking with Pope Francis,
And as clever as me, you will never be.
With this pen I’ve reached a level of genius
That you will never see, killing every beat,
This instrumental right here is in loving memory,
Tell ’em rest in peace.. Capiche?
See it’s the rap phenom, spit lyrical venom,
Like these words dissolve any beat that I speak on.
All these people seem dumber from these mainstream songs,
They’re not learning shit, it’s like Cheech tryin’ to teach Chong
About physics after ripping the bong all week long,
It’s not gon’ happen, seems as if rapping is not your strong suit,
You ought to know I’m a rebel, I’ll do what I want to.

[Hook]
‘Cause I’m better than a lot of you rappers, there I said it.
‘Cause I got the talent, now I want the credit, I’m underrated,
And I know I’ve been away, but I’ve been so frustrated,
I’m gon’ make it so you know my name and won’t forget it,
‘Cause I’m better than a lot of you rappers, there I said it.
‘Cause I got the talent, now I want the credit, I’m underrated,
And I know I’ve been away, but I’ve been so frustrated,
I’m gon’ make it so you know my name and won’t forget it.

L-2.. B (record scratch)
L-2.. B (record scratch)
L-2.. B (record scratch)
L-2.. B..

[Verse 2]
Shakespeare said “All the worlds a stage,” but this aint Mamma Mia,
I can make you disappear, got a problem then see ya,
I’m probably with Sia, hanging from a chandelier,
Literally living my vida.. loca, nobody is as crazy as me,
I’m going more hamm than Mia, while I’m rockin’ some Fila,
Me, I’m just out here trying to earn my credit like a Visa,
Took three shots of vodka now I’m leaning like Pisa.
And I’ll admit that some of you flow decent,
But a lot of you rappers pretend,
Me, I do this with ease, like an addict who needs treatment,
I’m ecstatic with the pen, yeah we can friends,
Depending on my mood ’cause I tend to be gone off the deep end.
A mastermind with these sentences, yeah,
You better be on your defense,
‘Cause you don’t get a rewind when I knock you out of sequence.

[Hook]
‘Cause I’m better than a lot of you rappers, there I said it.
‘Cause I got the talent, now I want the credit, I’m underrated,
And I know I’ve been away, but I’ve been so frustrated,
I’m gon’ make it so you know my name and won’t forget it,
‘Cause I’m better than a lot of you rappers, there I said it.
‘Cause I got the talent, now I want the credit, I’m underrated,
And I know I’ve been away, but I’ve been so frustrated,
I’m gon’ make it so you know my name and won’t forget it.

L-2.. B (record scratch)
L-2.. B (record scratch)
L-2.. B (record scratch)
L-2.. B..