Go easy – Delinquent Habits lyrics

Go easy tonight
Like the morning after saturday night. Lyrics Delinquent Habits – Go easy
Go easy tonight
Like the morning after saturday night. Everybody will be doin’ it right
Won’t you get dressed, look best, come out tonight. Versuri-lyrics.info
Everybody will be doin’ it right
Won’t you get dressed, look best, come out tonighttt. Delinquent Habits lyrics
Video easy

Tisztan latok – Escobar feat. Fiatal Veteran dalszoveg

én nem tartozom senkinek
de te mind tartoztok versuri-lyrics.info
ne hogy azthittétek k h én elfelejtettem
leszünk mi még úgy hogy egy sikatorba ketten
jég hatan is megélek mindent megteremtettem
és az ellenségeimtol az utolsót elvettem
amíg én veszem a levegot addig félj
hideg leszek fazni fogsz lesz itt nyaron tél
tudom hogy nézel és érzem hogy ez ledaral
felemészt a tény hogy szabadon van Escobar. tolem elvehetnek mindent de nyugi itt lesz kess! Azt akarom patkanyok hogy bocsanatot kérjetek!,
akkor lesz majd vége mikor mind elöttem térdeltek! engem nem úgy ismernek kint mint egy rappest! te csak veszthetsz ez tény,akinek te gondolsz nem az vagyok én! Dalszoveg Escobar – Tisztan latok
Én voltam az aki gyerekként almodni mert
de az almaimból hamar rémalom is lett
fent akartam lenni nem volt kényelmes a lent
ha bekerülök majd zarka meno leszek bent
ez gondoltam akkor mint egy buta hülye gyerek
meg azt hogy nem lesz soha senki a csapatom felett
rajok voltunk de voltak nalunk rajabbak
hidd el ok sem néztek minket apró falatnak
belénk alltak többen rögtön alul maradtak
de volt betyarbecsület a yardon mindent tagadtak
ido vasfogai ebbol sokat faragtak, és kevesen maradtunk a többiek el szaladtak.(tisztan latok)
Beéredt a gógyim úgy érzem tisztan latok
még idoben alltam fel az életem ram szamol
be vallalom a buneim de azt nem amit ram fogsz
ha elarulsz nincs kegyelem az Úrhoz imadkozz! nem akartam az lenni akitol te félsz
de nem latod amit tettél egy forintot sem érsz! a szavak súlya lehúz majd a kútba
én meg fentrol kiabalok dögölj meg te k*rva! Beéredt a gógyim úgy érzem tisztan latok
még idoben alltam fel az életem ram szamol
be vallalom a buneim de azt nem amit ram fogsz
ha elarulsz nincs kegyelem az Úrhoz imadkozz! te leszel az aldozat én leszek a tettes. nem jött be a terved úgy hogy reszkess! Amikor bekerültem csamcsogtatok
büdös csicskak köcsög tvk kint is vagyok
ki a faszt érdekel ki a spanod? Escobar dalszovegek
Video latok Beéredt a gógyim úgy érzem tisztan latok
még idoben alltam fel az életem ram szamol
be vallalom a buneim de azt nem amit ram fogsz
ha elarulsz nincs kegyelem az Úrhoz imadkozzz!?

Formula – Desiigner lyrics

Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk s**t, niggas run and put your s**t back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping broads in the big shacks
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac. Lyrics Desiigner – Formula
My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, your b*tch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My b*tch, coco versuri-lyrics.info
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula. Head to the bar …. You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My b*tch, coco and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have s*x on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in a new .. Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the f*ck is niggas gonna do to me? My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa.

Shawn Hlookoff – She Could Be You Lyrics

SHAWN HLOOKOFFShe Could Be You Lyrics
I’m haunted by this photograph
Don’t know why
Everytime I look,I get shivers down my spine
You’re such a beautiful face
I Know those eyes
They take me back in time
She could be you
I wouldn’t even know
She could be you
But that was long ago
She could be you
I wish that I could tell you
What you don’t know
I dream about the day
but is impossible
In another world
I’ll be yours tonight, but
I can’t break free from this life
She could be you
I wouldn’t even know
She could be you
But that was long ago
She could be you
I see it all the time
I know it’s true
A picture doesn’t lie
She could be you
I wouldn’t even know
She Could be you
But that was long ago
She could be you
She could be you
She could be you

Virtue – Healin’ Lyrics

When your hearts been wounded tell me who can you turn to
Do you try to improve it, or accept, what your’e goin’ through
Tell me what were you thinkin’, tell me what you’ve become
You feel yourself sinkin’ and you know that you need some
(Healin’)
Tell me what’s goin’ on, look at the world today
I know we need some
(Healin’)
All of these broken hearts people torn apart
I know there lookin’ for
(Healin’)
Searchin’ for love’s embrace in the wrong place
I know we need
(Healin’)
But it’s somethin’ that only He provides
When your hearts been wounded tell me who can you turn to
Do you try to improve it, or accept, what your’e goin’ through
Tell me what were you thinkin’, tell me what you’ve become
You feel yourself sinkin’ and you know that you need some
(Healin’)
Tell me what’s goin’ on, look at the world today
I know we need some
(Healin’)
All of these broken hearts people torn apart
I know there lookin’ for
(Healin’)
Searchin’ for love’s embrace in the wrong place
I know we need
(Healin’)
But it’s somethin’ that only He provides
(Healin’)
Tell me what’s goin’ on, look at the world today
I know we need some
(Healin’)
All of these broken hearts people torn apart
I know there lookin’ for
(Healin’)
Searchin’ for love’s embrace in the wrong place
I know we need
(Healin’)
But it’s somethin’ that only He provides VIRTUEHealin’ Lyrics
Is it somebody on a corner or someone on a subway
Or a baby with a baby selling her body for money
I know that you’ve seen them a relative or a good friend
Childhood dreams been shattered thinkin’ that life don’t matter
When your hearts been wounded tell me who can you turn to
Do you try to improve it, or accept, what your’e goin’ through
Tell me what were you thinkin’, tell me what you’ve become
You feel yourself sinkin’ and you know that you need some
(Healin’)
Tell me what’s goin’ on, look at the world today
I know we need some
(Healin’)
All of these broken hearts people torn apart
I know there lookin’ for
(Healin’)
Searchin’ for love’s embrace in the wrong place
I know we need
(Healin’)
But it’s somethin’ that only He provides
It might hit you when you’re sleepin’ or when you’re lookin’ in the mirror
It’s an overwhelming feelin’ that you need Him nearer
And I know that you need Him, look at your situation
Take his hand and follow, have no hesitation.

Salt-n-pepa – Expression Lyrics

And…
Express yourself, you’ve got to be you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don’t tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, come on and work that body
Express yourself, you’ve got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don’t tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, you’ve got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don’t tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah
Express yourself Now bring in the go-go (uh-oh)
Look at how my butt go rock from left to the right
You wanna step to me, groove me
I know you wanna do me
Come on now, fellas, don’t fight
At my door they’re bum-rushin’
To hear the percussion
Sound of my go-go band
I’ve long ago learned my lesson
It’s all about expression
Will the real Salt and Pepa please stand? SALT-N-PEPAExpression Lyrics
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know life is all about expression
You only live once, and you’re not coming back
So express yourself, yeah
[CHORUS]
Express yourself, you gotta be you and only you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don’t tell me what I cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body
Now Joe wanna be like Bob
Bob got it goin’ on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin’
My girl Jilly wanna be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that’s wick-wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he’s bitin’ on Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie’s legit
Mercedes coupe hometroop with no kit
A businessman with a beeper for a reason
Not like Tim because it’s in this season
[CHORUS]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Hey Pep, you up next
Yes, I’m Pep and there ain’t nobody
Like my body, yes, I’m somebody
No, I’m sorry, I’m-a rock this Mardis Gras
Until the party ends, friends
Yes, I’m blessed, and I know who I am
I express myself on every jam
I’m not a man, but I’m in command
Hot damn, I got an all-girl band
And I wear the gear, yeah, I wanna wear it, too
I don’t care, dear, go ahead and stare (oooo)
Afraid to be you, livin’ in fear (boo)
Expression is rare, I dare you
[CHORUS]
Oh yeah, oh yeah…
Yo, excuse us while we rap
Go ahead, girls, express yourself! My party, your party, anytime drop in
Cold hip-hop is always rockin’
Don’t you like it when the music drop
Jump, spread out, and stop?

Royce Da 5’9” – On Fire Lyrics

– My right jabs on the right track
It’ll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. She get wet now I’m folding paper (paper!) that’s slimy tsunami and origami. All brand new 50’s teeth! [scream] I’d rather be known for felonious ratchet waving. [scream]
It’s so cool! I’m hard! [beat stops] [gunshot] [rewind] (EM: Whoo Whoo!)
I’m high feeling like I should be higher,
I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! [Tarzan shouts]
That’s right; I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy! ROYCE DA 5’9”On Fire Lyrics
[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay! Ooo, you thought that was a diss to Fif’? I ain’t play gorilla I’m a real as the crime rate. What we have here? – [? {BRING IT BACK! Hell yeah! What we have here? Leave a brain elsewhere! (come on!)
Why you acting? I got more gunshots in the Glock – than Whoo Kid got [gunshot] in that instant replay. Give me 50 feet! I’m felt there! [gunshot]
I’m chilling with primates, I’m a fool! It’s what the game been talkin’…
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! [shot]
[Crooked I:]
This is true! After my snake charm her! I pull buttons and press levers
I’m backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter – etcetera! – You and your clique gettin’ with this. Got the bullets looping I pull it the clip repeats – WITHOUT THE DJ! [scream]
Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team
Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp thing! [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!)
See I’m a whole ‘nother animal! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [shot]
That’s what the fights bought, big, punch your lights out
Go pay your utility bill get your sight back. She’s your wife she just my concubine’n
She like to holla Ryan whilst I’m behind it like she my momma mind it. Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. (EM: Whoo! (pop, pop, pop, pop!) You deep, we deeper
But we married to these streets but – we don’t jump brooms we just carry street sweepers! She wanted to swallow when I shot it – but that’s not my problem. WHATTA f**k? (whooo!)
I’m walking on water and Moses and over sandals,
Giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! – I put your thoughts on your broad. [gunshot]
Y’all at the movies wearing blindfolds
Get, it? – ‘Bout to stick my dick in, the hole
In the handle, how you gon’ walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? I’m fly! [Tarzan shouts] (EM: Whoo!)
Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie
Check out the way I pimp mommy! – Nah, nigga was never scared
Sleeping on Elm’s Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. }
What? }
Okay! Homie congratulations! Just let her moan to the song whilst I’m masturbating
You the best rapper? Friday the 13th? – That ain’t no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! – I rap raw! – I V-8 juice your f**king team up! [scream]
You f**king screamer – later with your tough demeanour
Ya fruit! (ha!)
Try to hide in your hotel I’ll Al-Qauda
Your lobby then I’ll smile at your hotty. I’m hot as West weather when you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather. – You facades
Piss me off! !)
No case to fight with no priors
Say good night! Like Nikel 9’s brother – the kids Vishis
I own half a beauty salon so you know I’m with splitting the wig business. – It’s a zoo! I’m from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if I spot ’em, I got ’em! Whattup B-Luv? – Nickel 9 and Crooked I’s on fire…
[Outro: Royce Da 5’9″]
That’s right! [gunshot]
Catch you boy on planet COB,
Go f**k yourself give your hand a job! (whooo!)
‘Bout big business,
Slaughterhouse! } [scratches]
[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay! (huh?)
All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere
When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear. It’s what the game been talkin’…
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! }
Clip-out! [scream]
Go in the zone till I’m outside of my body
Your body get outlined in white powder when bullets [gunshot] come outside of the shotty. – It’s the name on the card to my health care. (yeah!)
Yes! Detroit city? {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! – The best ever! – That means you ain’t seeing the big picture
I find irony in being the headed rapper decapitating
I’ll get Rihanna on a track and won’t even rap on it. ] is my handle! Than {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas. You feeling it? {Whooooooooooooooooooooo}
[Royce Da 5’9″:]
I got a big dick, bitch! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! With a mechanical trap jaw – highly flammable [dogs growing]
Soon as this cannibal track yawn
I split your cantaloupe, Hannibal Lechter with a hacksaw.

Wizkid – Bounce Lyrics ft Nicki Minaj

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Wizkid – Bounce Lyrics ft Nicki Minaj
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Desiigner – Thank God I Got It Lyrics ft Mitus

So long
[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing
[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
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[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

Desiigner – Thank God I Got It Lyrics ft Mitus
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We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one
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[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to
[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the “oh shit”
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this
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[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. So long
What you want? ScHoolboy Q
[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion
[Beat Switch]
[Refrain]
So long
What you want?