Ace Hood - Double Cup Lyrics (Ft. Bun B & Kirko Bangz)

Double Cup Lyrics by Ace Hood Ft. Bun B & Kirko Bangz

OK now purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin’ slow while they blowin’ strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super dome
Drapped up & I’m dripped out
K-dup and my pistol out
Bad bitch, she thick as fuck
And I’m tryna see what that pussy ’bout

Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, What up H-Town?
Lonley the Pimp this ones for you!
Bun B my nigga Thrae The Truth
Still in the Coupe when I’m double deuce
Still in the Hood on that purple food
You better know what I’m sippin’ ain’t grape juice

I be floatin through the city, let my chain swang
Hoy you living young nigga? Tryna maintain
Get money, Fuck lames
All my lil niggas on the same page
Spittin’ racks when I’m up in nema’s
Gimme head, she gon’ catch the semen
Hatin’ on me? Nigga so what
Know what? (Pour up)

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (I said it) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it
Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (pour up) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Gangsta nigga, I’m ’bout it
I’m Trill as fuck so don’t doubt it
Tell me whats the happs
Cuz you know I’m strapped
A nigga never leave home with out it
I’m posted up in that Cadi
I’m twisting up a big fatty
And it’s full of Dro and Imma mack your hoe
And you know she callin’ me daddy

I’m a Trill OG and I earned it
That G-Code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
Then I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I’m the King now just face it

I’m in the house and I’m chillin’
My mind on cash and I’m willin’
I’m on a paper chase with no time to waste
So I give a fuck how you feelin’
I’m sideways on that buck
My setas is stitched and they tucked
You ain’t down with that
Then Imma hide your hat
And your ass would be outta luck, wassup?

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (x3) (yuh) (hold up)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it
Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (already) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Shit, Well it’s that young nigga
From the South Side, of the U.S.A
I need calimine l-lotion cuz
A nigga music bumpin’
A nigga came from nothin to sayin nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazines
Yo girlfriend look like Maxime
My phonebook full of Billy Jean’s
Condoms made out them limousine’s

I been a fiend for that codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
F-fuck then Queenz cuz I’m a King
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bumper kit on bumper kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
Then threw 10 on my fuckin git

I done came down,
Hold it down for that H-town
I’mma take the crown
Sippin’ Hen don’t fuck with crying
But I’mma just drop this 4 for 9
And free my cousin thats doing time
I’mma pay the lawyer but I hope you down
To hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko a young Trill nigga
(Bangz)

2 Chainz - Yuck Lyrics (Ft. Lil Wayne)

Yuck Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Lil Wayne

[Intro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz talkin’ on the flake’s phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that’s an after party for the after party
Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in a tonic
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before benihana’s it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I’m from where they send sharks then we send ‘em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin’ contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she schemin’ on the low
How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I’m fucked, let’s fuck
She said she on her period, I said, “Yuck”
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu’
Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got you girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

2 Chainz - Love Dem Strippers Lyrics (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

Love Dem Strippers Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Nicki Minaj

Verse 1:
Let’s play big bank, take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty a**

Chorus:
Yeah, I love them strippers (x4)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

(Repeat)

Verse 2:
First I back back, Louie back pack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m round four with this ammunition
My camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention
Your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone Man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching!
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening!
My weed so loud, everybody listen!
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo!
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo!

Chorus

Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj):
2 Chainz, You Fuckin’ Crazy.
Motherfuckas know I’m Fuckin’ Crazy.
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me.
Bitch I rep that Rich Gang.
Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine.
Tell Tyga, lookin for this bitch called Blac Chyna.
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, metapause hot flash.
Yes that’s why I’m crowned Queen,
and I ain’t looking for the Prom King.
These hoes’ career’s ain’t promising.
Killing these bitches, crime scene.
Oooh, that’s how a bitch do it,
fifty black trucks gon’ follow when I pull up.
Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up.
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up.
Oooh, hop up out the space car.
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a spacebar.
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could.

2 Chainz - Ghetto Dreams Lyrics (Ft. Scarface & John Legend)

Ghetto Dreams Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Scarface & John Legend

[John Legend]
My ghetto dreams always turn to ghetto nightmares
[2 Chainz: Verse 1]
At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, I was whippin’ it hard
I was gettin’ the broads that like “who the hell is that”

2 Chainz - Like Me Lyrics (Ft. The Weeknd)

Like Me Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. The Weeknd

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Girl, I’m just another bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
I swear I’m just a bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me

[Verse One]
They ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
She ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
Chance of that is unlikely
2 Chainz in my white T
I wipe her down and I pipe her down
I give my girl money to go out of town
You give your girl money to go to Niketown
And I one-night her, you must like her
Kill niggas with one-liners, all I need is one lighter
Counting so much money, I got arthritis
So cold I frostbite ‘em, no Pig Latin but I hog-tied ‘em
If she gets this business then I (make her fall in love)
With a nigga like me I’m killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, from the back, I thundercat like (HOE!)
My girl got a big purse with a purse in it
And her pussy so clean I can go to church in it!
Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E
How ya like me now, it’s cool but she want more D
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste and I’m bout to buy a case (Leggo)

[Hook]

[Outro]
Tell’m… yeah… album coming this summer… Def Jam… TRUUUU!

Dragonette - Live In This City Lyrics

Live In This City Lyrics by Dragonette

I started it up
Turned it over like a general motor
It comes down heavy
‘Cause i dropped i like a Tomahawk chopper

I gotta keep on doing what i’m doing
‘Cause i’m clapping my hands now
Yeah I found the lipstick that I like
So I’m walking to downtown, downtown

(Chorus)
Cause I only live in this city
in the city
I only live in the city
in the city
I like to keep the place busy and I do it for free
Cause this city can’t live without me
Can’t live without me

Me and my gang and some blonde defender
We wind it up around the center, roll it over to Camden
Just so you know that queen with the face that you call my little pony
We basically invented this place,
That’s why I’m standing them only
Stand ‘em only

(Chorus)
I only live in this city
in the city
I only live in the city
in the city
I like to keep the place busy and I do it for free
Cause this city can’t live without me
Can’t live without me

These are the candy rockers
The top of the toilet choppers
Hurray it’s the lap arouses
The high roll of phantom towers
I can’t live without
Kings of the candy rockers
You can’t live without
Top of the toilet choppers
You can’t live without
Hurray it’s the lap arouses
You can’t live without
The high roll of phantom towers
You can’t live without
In were the Indy rockers
The top of the toilet choppers
Hurray it’s the lap arouses
The high roll of phantom towers

Chorus:
I only live in this city
live in this city
I only live in the city
live in this city
I only the place busy
keep on working for free
Cause this city can’t live without me

Chorus:
I only live in this city
live in this city
I only live in the city
live in this city
I only the ṗlace busy
keep on working for free
Cause this city can’t live without me
can’t live without me
can’t live without me
can’t live without me
can’t live without me
Yeah I only live in this city
Cause this city can’t live without me

Trey Songz - Hail Mary Lyrics (Ft. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)

Hail Mary Lyrics by Trey Songz Ft. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne

[Trey Songz]
(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
It’s Trigga
(Trig, what’s happenin’ nigga?)
I got that game (I got that game)
I caught a play (I caught a play)
We going long (we going long)
Do what I say (do what I say)
I’ve got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My game face on, my game face on… yeah
I got my game face on, come on

[Young Jeezy: Verse 1]
I got my choppa in my ‘rari
In case I see my enemy
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
Tonight I’m on this Hennessy
I won’t usually do the brown
But tonight is special (special)
Sam Rothstein be my agenda, yeah my special
My 2 door is retarded, I call that bitch special-ed
I don’t even know her name, I just call her special
Another year, same haters, usual suspects
Word ’bout another nigga, I swear that shit is suspect
Keyser Soze, sold the yay’ and I got away
Hit the club, there fresh, in case I die today
Hail Mary, told her it’s the world, ain’t got shit to lose
’bout to go long, celebrate, like I’m ?

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Hey baby you say you like it deep, hail Mary
Hey girl you know the play, hail Mary
Tonight we going long, yeeeah, we be going long
Hey huddle up, hail Mary
I ain’t tryna pump, hail Mary
Tonight we going long
We be going long, hail Mary

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Whatever you want I got it
Got a drop-top in my pocket
You pop it, you watch it
Keep on poppin’ and I’mma drop it
So hard to be alone
But right here at this moment you the one I want to roll so..
You got the baby baby, it’s in your hands
I’ma be the coach, I’ma let you know the plan
What’s next is, baby you and me exitin’
What now? I’ma get you naked, do a little bit of sexin’
Touch down
I wish you let me score, I’ma wanna score again
Double O, triple O, baby I’ma play to win
You say the best stuff, and see some good D
Hey girl I heard you like it deep

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Tunchi in this muthafucka
Hail mary full of grace
I dont remember her name, but I remember how her pussy taste
I go long, so long, she love the way that I put it down
Gotcha going in circles, all you gotta do is look around
I’m Mr Right and she Miss Tonight, pussy so nice gotta kiss it twice
Pussy so tight my tongue get stuck, my tongue get stuck like licking ice
Hoes call me QB, I throw that dick 2D
I told her shes the preachers wife, she said practice what you preach
She said ah me so horny, he love me long time
I say how bout 69, she say numbers dont lie
I say true you ain’t never told no lie, you ain’t never told no lie
And you know they say love is blind, so close your eyes

[Chorus]

Aaliyah - Enough Said Lyrics (Ft. Drake)

Enough Said Lyrics by Aaliyah Ft. Drake

[Intro: Aaliyah]
Cause I..
Yeah..

[Verse 1: Aaliyah]
I can tell there’s something wrong witchu, tell me do you wanna talk about it?
You say you got a lot on your mind, sit down, let’s talk about it
I hate to see you feel this way
So tell me, what can I do to make
It better for you, make it better for you, baby?

[Hook]
Yeah…

[Verse 2]
Baby, tell me what I gotta do to get you to talk about it
Cause we’ve been together a little too long for you not to talk about it
So tell me what you would like me to do, to help you, help me, help you
Cause I don’t really want to tell without you
Tell me why

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Drake]
Went from my nigga serving it by the tele
To venues in Manchester just swerving with Balotelli
The fuck are you trying to tell me?
Bothers me when you got to play therapist, that shit’s embarrassin’
They even bring up these niggas make a comparison
They just got to forgive me, this watch is a 150
Still ain’t got the time for a bitch to be acting iffy
Running through the city with niggas I’d give a kidney
Selling under 150 you niggas got to be kidding
Is this even still a discussion?
Don’t you ever wake up disgusted?
Every million I gain an enemy or a cousin
And people’s feelings have changed ever since I became something
Girls that becoming ladies, and my friends are having babies
And babies are dropping dead in my city, this shit is crazy
And I don’t know if speaking on it helps
This is shit that’s on my mind I just keep it to myself

[Bridge: Aaliyah]
Can’t you talk to me? Let’s talk about it, let’s talk about it
Tell me what you need (just tell me baby, tell me baby)
…
Sometimes you are, all alone
But there’s no doubt…
So long just …
Cause there’s no one …

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Guy Sebastian - Battle Scars Lyrics (Ft. Lupe Fiasco)

Battle Scars Lyrics by Guy Sebastian Ft. Lupe Fiasco

Hails but it never does
That’s cause you’re at war with love
You at war with love

These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle

I wish I never looked I wish I never touched
I wish that I could stop coz it hurts so much
Coz I’m the only one trying to keep us together
When all of the signs say that I should forget her
I wish you weren’t the best the best I ever had
I wish that the good outweighed the bad
Coz it’ll never be over, until you tell me it over,

These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle

I wish I could feel
I wish I can love
I wish that I could stop coz it hurts so much
Coz I’m the only one trying to keep us together
When all of the signs say that I should forget her
I wish you weren’t the best the best I ever had
I wish that the good outweighed the bad
Coz it’ll never be over, until you tell me it over,

These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle

Can you set me on fire
I’ve never felt so alive

And I’m never gonna break it.
It’s impossible to shake it.

These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
They’re never gonna change
These battle

Lloyd Banks - CPR Lyrics

CPR Lyrics by Lloyd Banks

So shocked to be in the bubble, looking from all of these bubbly,
I contribute to what they may show.
I know they love me, love me now for you’re loving the memory,
I miss my niggie Louie, anyway, I lead the day for symphony,
I followed through the roads they fill and sing when I go
Until they’re dealing cocaine with the flow,
These hoes came with the glow.
I’m off the hook to see my name on the road,
My mind train to get the goal like the brain on the hoe.
They gave me the crown of the town, now I’m fucking on somebody’s queen,
In my big I messed the devil, hoes divide the screen.
One more star starring in this movie, the perfect scene,
No hate you, momma, I just hit the purple rain.

Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain’t a game done, this is CPR.

As a kid, grandma told me never give it up,
Casualties and early buddies make a nigger tough.
Made it out a pistol fire with my living bus,
Proud out that my air grade got a kids to just,
Depending on the crime they get yourself a bigger cuff,
Ready to die, I get you an early big and puff.
I’m puffing like a king and waiting for that unlimit plus,
Princess time is only complimenting nigger cuts,
Scar the fuck up when they come up wipe away the flow,
Everybody wanna board up, wanna get the cause.
I’m getting my mind concentrate on making yours
Finger on the button, now I’m getting notes.

Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain’t a game done, this is CPR.

For religion hear my battle cry,
My shadow fly black pfeifer could inspite until I heard the shot.
Stock a dollar, never satisfied, they say I’m not supposed to be shit,
I’m like fuck them niggers, I rather try.
Board up and I set the sky, fuck the pieces, get a pie,
Scouse the hoes the day’s extatic,
Now give me five and tear aside,
The people don’t get subtle and put you on an automatic ride.
Loose suit, if I was corn town, it don’t matter your town,
I’m kicking one away from the mission, she down.
I know a lot of niggers used to smell,
They used to paint, too many law suits to be losing now.

Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain’t a game done, this is CPR.
Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain’t a game done, this is CPR.

Pusha T - Pies Lyrics

Pies Lyrics by Pusha T

Do you wanna make pies? Yes, I wanna make pies.
Let me see it in your eyes, I wanna make pies.
Then try this exercise.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.

Pirate’s big pants, watch birds break-dance,
I measure the perfect, the product’s in great hands.
You want the sports, cook it to the owls,
For such a deal in 12 thousand on my king coil.
God, couple diamonds, kick it, delloy it.
Roger federal, Rolex, my wrist royal.
Yeah, guillard, trunks for luggage,
Tell ‘em, Dominic, the pleasant not the suggage.
Oh, it’s only luxury, you know I got it,
It’s life’s goal and you can’t live without it.
Take a look at it, Jimmy closet.
Wild world upon men in velinciadas.
Sponse it, the next turn trip, hold up, we need monsters.
This deep booty who made mobsters.
Now you break bread and we crack lobsters.

Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.

2 Chainz - Flossin Lyrics

Flossin Lyrics by 2 Chainz

(Hook x2)
I came in a porche
I came in a floss
I got a phone full of dimes
I don’t know which one to call oh
I just know I wanna floss
I don’t know if I should cheat
‘Cause I love my nina rose yeah

(Verse)
I got a thing for my nina
And some things we did between ‘em
Them niggers acting dirty
We gon’ take ‘em to the cleaners
In a beamer with Sabrina
A daddy got the refill baby
Daddy in the chain game
He got it out in december
It’s a cold world fast brakes, no words
Even when I rap I have to spit cold words
Making niggers see my view Whoopi Goldberg
How could I get caught over if I had a chauffeur,over
Treat the backseat like a couch
Treat these other niggers like trop realla man
Throw ‘em out realest here
Rep the south know the ends
And the out being like I got 3oh 3 at my house

(Hook x2)
I came in a porche
I came in a floss
I got a phone full of dimes
I don’t know which one to call oh
I just know I wanna floss
I don’t know if I should cheat
‘Cause I love my nina rose yeah

(Verse)
I’m in love with the bitch we clicking like a lighter
Take her everywhere I go because I’m not trying to bite you
Every touch a pop off you make a nigga like it shorty
Here’s a show off you don’t want to see the hive
But I can make the car squat I jam my niece with diapers
I’m shittin’ er’where like a dog who got real
I scroll through my phone call my girl from Tanzania
And yeah I got the porsche she said I’m on ‘em and it’s me
You niggers park back like you play the sellafield
I’m hungry I got a taste for a different meal
I pulled up in that 4 door , oh no
Keep an eye on ‘em Tony Romo
Pass the remote I’m on I’m ’bout to turn it on
I saw you on something different than what I’m burning on
I was on the corner when I first perform
With my hands in the air and told all the cars
Come on

(Hook)
I came in a porche
I came in a floss
I got a phone full of dimes
I don’t know which one to call oh
I just know I wanna floss
I don’t know if I should cheat
‘Cause I love my nina rose yeah

Chase N Cashe - Wild Lyrics

Wild Lyrics by Chase N Cashe

I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for

Me and her, king and the queen, holding the crowns
When it come to anybody, she be holding me down
I know a lot of women but you’re one of a kind
Out of a million, my only … you stay on my mind
You got … and encourage me to stay on my grind
But understanding that this life I’ll be taking some time to manifest
But never the less, you say I’m the best
Back rubs after a long day, relieving the stress
Yes, my cheer leader, smart as a hook
And all real truth diva bring me home that truth … pizza
Wouldn’t leave you even if I had a reason
Because you see what I’m seeing even in disagreement
No side choosing cause you’re always on mine
When it comes to your loving girl you’re always on time
And yeah, that’s who I’m always happy to see you
And now I just don’t want you anymore, I need you

I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for

On my knees at night cause I’m tired of guessing
Talking to the man above cause I got me a question
So I asked Him if you’re right for me, He told me that you’re right for me
That might just be we’re in to be, heaven sent more likely
If that’s the case I’m in a beautiful struggle
My mind sometimes feels like I spent my life in a bubble
Cause I’d rather stay up all night and write songs
Instead of watching whose shaking all night long
Cause the feeling that you give me I can’t fight that shit
I see now everything we do that they light that shit
Neah, all I can say is thank you, and I hope the money never ever change you
Wait, my bad, I hope the money never ever change me
And if it did, I’d probably still say I’m the same me
Just so I wouldn’t loose you, if I couldn’t have it all then I wouldn’t chose you
You use me, I use you

I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for

Took me from a boy to a man, … so I’ma throw a celebration for you
Like I’m tired of saying hey mama, the woman of my life
You’re the reason why the shine on your sun’s so bright
If I ever get low, you … a stack, it’s crazy that my love the one require … that
And you know I get you back twice … when your sun catch fire, I’ma keep you ice cold
Diamonds and pearls, you’re my favorite girl, forever in your debt because you gave me the world
Yeah I know I be gone, and you wish I was home,
I’ll admit it, I like it when you send them smiley faces to my phone
To simply say I love you, no one is above you,
Unconditional, tell me how you do a simple fact you buried it all
Just because I put you through it I’ma get it all for you and give it all to you

I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all, if I can’t have it all
I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all,
If I gotta pay, if I gotta pay it for.

Sir Michael Rocks - Great Lyrics (Ft. Casey Veggies & Mac Miller)

Great Lyrics by Sir Michael Rocks Ft. Casey Veggies & Mac Miller

[Verse 1: Michael]
Damn baby call me Mikey Rocks I hop in the coupe
Later on tryna see whats poppin witchu
And you know you saw them dollars I threw
I’m talking damn near two bands
Wanna get this paper girl don’t stand there, you dance
She bust it open she shakin it and she standing on her hands
I love life but I dont love these hoes
Swisher sweets man thats all I roll
Steady mobbin and the only problem when you young, ballin and you on a roll
Lookin for that 2+ me
Goin in on the mic like tony kukoc III
She said this is probably somethin we should keep low key
But see you tryna see the view and tryna see yo suite
Man the elevator keep goin up and its goin down
Headin up to the top floor, there’s more bottles to go around
I seen your pictures all over town, take it off and then drop it slow
Make her shake it I break the bank and you see how far that doctor go
Just don’t try to stop the show…

[Hook]
With all them badass friends you be thinking you a 10 but you a 8
(You a 8) Now that’s great (that’s great)
Girl I know that you a star and I see you goin hard for the cake
(For the cake) Now that’s great (that’s great)
Got a room full of hoes and they said we can put em on tape
(On tape) Now that’s great (that’s great)
With all them badass friends you be thinking you a 10 but you a 8
(You a 8) Now that’s great (that’s great)

[Verse 2: Casey]
She’ll probably never let me go, my chick always want me back
Running fast around that track, but we never overlap
Take your clothes off girl, this my world I’ll show you how to act
Peas N Carrots on her ?, oh man I probably throw a stack
Had her laying on her back, she was rubbing on my cack
Had a dream that my girl a stripper you should run it back
Up in bed throwing it back like a UFC match
Had that ass tryna tap, wonder how long it’s gon’ last
She said “Casey you that nigga, always said you was gon’ rap
And you got that shit done old boy you inspiring
I saw your potential when I used to give you problems
Now you just that nigga, boy I ? ”
She keep that money piling, but I collect the profit
I don’t trust these fucking banks, got a lot of cash and
Started living fast wit it, baby shake that ass for me
I ain’t know you had that in you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mac]
And you know I’mma ball, ?, new bank account, please open that
Got ? cash, suite broken glass and I’m showing my ass in my photographs
Got a fucked up past but it ain’t that bad though, ? with some fat hoes
Ho puff puff pass if you rolling my hash, ?
Knew a girl named Becky that give that dome, don’t have no job but live alone
Money from her mom every weekend she tend to spend that on sniffing coke
Oh, you a nasty bitch, ain’t no 10 way below average
Got other fucked up things to say but we don’t even believe half that shit
Got a beat off Cardo, all around money Wells Fargo
Got girls in my pockets, like 8 of them hoes, yea I got cargos
I bet you gon’ stop, Casey, Mac, and Mikey Rocks
She likes to fuck, she likes to shop, problem is she likes the ?

[Hook]

Sir Michael Rocks - Reservations Lyrics

Reservations Lyrics by Sir Michael Rocks

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don’t cook, don’t clean
If you ask her what’s for dinner she’ll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

What? That’s her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
Cuz I’m goin’ if you’re goin’ and she goin’ and we blowin’
And we growin’ and we drinkin’, I’m thinkin’
I try to take it to another plate
Take you the states but for the stackes must get another raise
I’m on my mission, million dollar politician
Boxes of phones, a couple cribs that I get the flip
Let me give you the script, this ain’t chicken and shit
This is criss with the shrip, this is Christian Dior
7-50 for weed and that’s just for desert
I be whippin’ that bit, it’s expensive to rent
Thinkin’ that you and I be ridin’ to the party
Eyes blurry, half tip, wanna see that ass skip
Like a CD with a scratch on that shit
Yea, I take you out to eat, we get it crackin’ rass

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don’t cook, don’t clean
If you ask her what’s for dinner she’ll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

It’s like today, Charday, tomorrow, Tamaro
Ain’t mine, ain’t yours, they borrowed, we share her
Let her run free man, she get loose when she can
Let her in the strip club with 3 bands in each hand
Dollars fallin’ like stackin’ pens, I be throwin’ them too
Throw it in the air and make a wish and hope that it come true
And I wish you was my main bitch, please excuse my language
But I don’t give a flyin’ motherfuck who you came with
She don’t cook, say that she don’t clean
Cuz her daddy was a heavy in the dope game
She always had a made, could probly get a chef
If you needed some uh, she could get it for less
I’ll be on the patrol for the dollars I’ owed
Money over these bitches, if you wanted a coe
Cuz we do. Girl you fine, I see you
You run around with the clique, I bet your friends do too

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear
Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there
She was the one, Shawty don’t cook, don’t clean
If you ask her what’s for dinner she’ll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)
She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

That’s her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?
The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations
That’s her ass? Is it real?..

Domo Genesis & Alchemist - No Idols Lyrics (Ft. Tyler the Creator)

No Idols Lyrics by Domo Genesis & Alchemist Ft. Tyler the Creator

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley, Domo Gen in this bitch
I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids
Some gasoline, me and Domo are two talented kids
Bitch, we back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
You think I give a fuck? Exes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz
Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole
I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor
That's cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, fuck it
If you think I'm a dick, you bitch then why don't you, shove it
Up your fuckin' ass, I mastered this shit like I'm, ?
Cuban chain tucked cause you know I don't like, stuntin'
But since we're on the subject, I'm good bruh it's, nothin'
Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up
You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up
But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella
Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella
And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably cause I'm African
Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good
Loiter Squad season two, bitch I wanna act again

[Break]
Uno, dos, tres, quatro (x8)

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout
To be honest, when I drop it I'm knockin' the whole block out
Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out
Bitch regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out
Smellin' like success, leave the room I bet it linger
Word slinger, oh it's itchin' I'm fixin' the trigger finger
I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight
Type to hit my special five times in a title fight

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose
The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it
I'mma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish
I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything that I imagine
I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done
I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse
But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk
It's No Idols, nigga
Domo Genesis

[Verse 4: Domo Genesis]
I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed
Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
Listen yo, quit the bitchin', white-tinted
I got this shit controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul
For all you know I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story
Reason you feelin' worried, cause I'm the poltergeist
I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights
So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Show you're right"
I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now
Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
Document my awesomeness cause I don't like to freestyle
I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile
Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches I'm finished with
Spit the sickest shit, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list
Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit
No Idols

[Outro]
Our boy Al, everybody's pal

Grizzly Bear - Yet Again Lyrics

Yet Again Lyrics by Grizzly Bear

Yet again, we’re the only ones
No surprise, this is often how it’s done
Lately, it’s about all I can take
I will put an end in all these brakes
oh-oh-oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Shell with another crack
I’m small, but I can keep track
Too soon, everyone just step away
I’m sure this isn’t the last ṗlay

Take it all and strike
Speak don’t confide
Barely had a chase
It’s done before we try
Stop it and deny
Does it end your phase?

Keep score even play, it feels this game
I know when I’ll set her the same
If I could, I will beat it all in
No chance, to move outwards and see

oh-oh-oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Take it all and strike
Speak don’t confide
Barely had a chase
It’s done before we try
Stop it and deny
Does it end your phase?

Take it all and strike
Speak don’t confide
Barely had a chase
It’s done before you try
Stop it and deny
Does it end your phase?

Robert Cray Band - Won’t Be Coming Home Lyrics

Won’t Be Coming Home Lyrics by Robert Cray Band

As her car pulls out the driveway
And she don’t wave goodbye
Her last words echo in my mind
Listen honey, i gotta get away

I’m standing here watching her tail lights
As if they’re some kind of sign
Fading into a memory
I just got tired of trying

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

Two days later i get a letter
A picture of a room in some hotel
Sitting framed up on the table,
A picture i know so well
You’ve painted yourself in to a corner
Now you’re trying to paint something new
And your lipstick on the letter
Is a goodbye kiss from you

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

I still set the table
Still set it for you and me
It’s become a habit
My own personal make believe

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keeṗ i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

Three Days Grace - Chalk Outline Lyrics

Chalk Outline Lyrics by Three Days Grace

This is the sign of the times
Another mountain to climb
The Sun burns as hot as a flame in the devil’s eye
Let’s get ourselves a race
The sky is raining, raise!
We are mistaking, it’s already taken us
You and I

Mumford & Sons - Whispers In The Dark Lyrics

Whispers In The Dark Lyrics by Mumford & Sons

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

You hold your truth so purely
Swerve not through the minds of men
The lie, it is dead
And this cup of yours tastes holy
But you know I was not that man
It’s not my land

And my heart
Was colder when you’d gone
I lost my head
But found the one that I loved

It’s not what I do that makes me
In my weakness I grew strong
Held my tongue
And I’ve learned from errors made early
A brush with the devil can clear your mind
And strengthen your spine

But fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance

Whispers in the dark
Steal a kiss and you’ll break a heart
Pick up your clothes and curl your toes
Learn your lesson, lead me home
Spare my sins for the ark
I was to slow to depart
I’m a cad but I’m not aflawed
I set out to serve the Lord.

But my heart
Was colder when you’d gone
I lost my head
But found the one that I loved
Under the sun
Under the sun

And fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance
Fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance

But my heart
Was colder when you’d gone
I lost my head
But still, while we are young
While we are young
While we are young
While we are young

Mikkey Halsted - Momma In My Ear Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T)

Momma In My Ear Lyrics by Mikkey Halsted Ft. Pusha T

Young Chop on the beat

[Hook]
Yeah, momma on my mind
I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back
Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap
Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette
Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of death

[Verse 1: Mikkey Halsted]
I learned the cheat code from real niggas
Got out the house early, I was a field nigga
Let’s be honest, these artists don’t paint the real picture
I try to listen but honestly, I don’t feel niggas
I was Polo, Nautica, Hilfiger
Been fresh to death, therefore we spill liquor
You dummies don’t even get it, do you
Rapping my life, you suckas don’t even live it, do you
From where pussies get fucking wetter
Still my daddy made me fight them niggas head up’
I dig the knowledge, I hope these cowawrds is read up
Funerals get expensive, I hope that you got your bread up
Go ahead and jump out that window
I stopped playing with niggas after Nintendo
I know you niggas is pillow
You want to understand Mikkey, it’s this simple

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mikkey Halsted]
Bury so many family I’m feeling numb
So many homies, it hurts even worse when they young
Sometimes I ain’t proud of where I’m from
I wonder if momma’s proud of what I’ve become
She say she is but I know that she wanted more from me
Know that God got something special in store for me
See, the journey just made me more hungry
I’m not bitch, need no man to open the door for me
I wish daddy could see me, my granny could feed me
A famous ? if Scarface had never plugged ?
And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was here to hear my CD
I gotta step up in his daughter’s life, I know she needs me
Chasing Lamborghinis, I’m merciless
Overdo it, every line is superfluous
Chicago the place that birthed this shit
But we claim the whole universe as our turf

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yech, I can’t escape the slander
The irony of “I escaped the slammer”
Guess I’m Houdini in that motherfucking manor
Local authorities can’t oppress my grandeur
They see me three ways, MTV with the VJs
Any mag cover or TSA in my PJs
Whoo, I fly them every so often
When I die, Maserati rig the coffin
Thirteen millionaires on the run to Boston
Call spades by the racist ass Massachusetts officers
Digest, put it together niggas
Ha, I was simply being clever, niggas
Lucky for you, this ain’t my sole endeavor, nigga
Or you’d be calling me Hov or even better, nigga
Whoo, notorious Push
It’s only so long that the gods overlooked one

Bob Dylan - Early Roman Kings Lyrics

Early Roman Kings Lyrics by Bob Dylan

All the early Roman kings
In their shark skin suits
Bow ties and buttons
High top boots

Drivin’ the spikes in *
Blazin’ the rails
Nailed in their coffins
Top hats and tails
Fly away over
Fly away flap your wings
Fly by night

Like the early Roman kings
They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers
They buy and they sell
They destroyed your city
They’ll destroy you as well
They’re lecherous and treacherous
A-Hell bent for leather *
Each of ‘em bigger
Than all men put together
Sluggers and muggers
Wearin fancy gold rings
All the women going crazy
For the early Roman kings