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Inside London’s Illegal Rave Scene During Lockdown

Illegal raves are popping up across the UK (particularly the greater London area) amid the lockdown, but it’s not the typical crowd.

Mixmag investigates in a new feature, which exposes a scene that’s “rebellious, diverse and decentralized.” The usual party throwers have transitioned to live streams — and from the sounds of it, less established, less experienced party throwers have moved in.

An anonymous source reveals: “The people putting on parties during lockdown are generally not part of the established UK free party scene. Generally, these parties are being put on by groups of very young people who haven’t thought through the consequences of their actions or complete idiots who have access to small sound systems and want to make some fast money.”

While London’s free parties are intended to defy so-called “bad laws,” the major players don’t view the lockdown as such. Another anonymous source told Mixmag: “We absolutely condemn anyone doing free parties during the lockdown.”

Read the full feature here.

 

Source: Mixmag

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Tiësto Releases 6th Studio Album, ‘The London Sessions’

In his 25+ years of DJing and producer, Tiësto has become a household name in electronic music. He’s released numerous albums, mixtapes, EPs, and singles over the years, as well as founded his own label, Musical Freedom. From his early trance days to his newer radio-friendly persona, he has never stopped creating. Today, he’s released his sixth studio album (not including Kiss from the Past as Allure), The London Sessions.

The London Sessions is a collection of house tracks inspired by and recorded in London. For the project, Tiësto worked with the best and brightest in the London music scene, including Becky Hill, KAMILLE, Mabel, Violet Skies, Rita Ora and more. The album also features superstar collaborations with Snoop Dogg on “On My California” and Post Malone on the worldwide hit “Jackie Chan.”

Of the new album, Tiësto says, “I have been really inspired by the music coming out of London and the scene there. London has always been a great place for me to discover new music and artists to get inspired by. Working with these incredible artists and making the music while in the great city of London was such an awesome experience and I am excited to show you the recorded momentum we had going through those weeks in London. All the ideas from the London sessions album started here in London at SARM Studios.”

Tiësto’s new album is out now! Listen below.

 

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Tiësto Announces New Album, “The London Sessions,” Out May 15

Today, Tiësto announced that his new album, The London Sessions, a unique collection of house tracks inspired by and recorded in London, is coming May 15th.

For the new album, Tiësto worked with the best and brightest in the London music scene, including: Becky Hill, KAMILLE, Mabel, Violet Skies, Rita Ora and more. The album also features superstar collaborations with Snoop Dogg on “On My California” and Post Malone on the worldwide hit “Jackie Chan.”

Of the new album, Tiësto says, “I have been really inspired by the music coming out of London and the scene there. London has always been a great place for me to discover new music and artists to get inspired by. Working with these incredible artists and making the music while in the great city of London was such an awesome experience and I am excited to show you the recorded momentum we had going through those weeks in London. All the ideas from the London sessions album started here in London at SARM Studios.”

Tiësto also dropped a new music video for “Nothing Really Matters” with Becky Hill. Using the universal language of dance, the video features people from all around the world doing a self-taped dance routine choreographed by esteemed choreographer Sherrie Silver.

Watch it below.

The London Sessions 
Track List
01. God Is A Dancer (with Mabel)
02. Nothing Really Matters (with Becky Hill)
03. Ride (with The Kid Daytona and ROE)
04. Ritual (with Rita Ora and Jonas Blue)
05. Jackie Chan (with Dzeko feat Post Malone and Preme)
06. Lifestyle (feat KAMILLE)
07. On My California (with Shaun Frank feat Snoop Dogg and Fontwell)
08. BLUE (feat Stevie Appleton)
09. Round & Round (feat GALXARA)
10. Lose You (feat ILIRA)
11. Over You (feat Becky Hill)
12. What’s ItGonna Be (feat KAMILLE)
13. Insomnia (feat Violet Skies)

 

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Gorillaz & Skepta Tribute Tony Allen In Posthumous Collab “How Far?” [MUST LISTEN]

Gorillaz and Skepta team up on a new track to tribute the late legend Tony Allen.

The track, “How Far?” features a thrilling drum performance from Allen, showing off the immortality of his art form in this posthumous collaboration. Gorillaz and Skepta’s styles can be heard loud and clear as well, and their respective roles provide the production with layers of substance and a storyline — but it’s the drumming that takes center stage, sitting perfectly in the mix.

Gorillaz said in a statement:

The track was written and recorded with Skepta in London just before lockdown and is being shared immediately as a tribute to the spirit of a great man, Tony Allen.

The Afrobeat pioneer and legendary drummer passed away earlier this week at age 79.

Rest in peace.

Gorillaz – How Far? ft. Tony Allen & Skepta

 

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$teven Cannon – InXanity

Xanarchy
Hey

[Verse]
Really fuckin’ wonder why these bitches think I’m dumb
Bitch I’m too important, my account be lookin’ dumb
This extended clip is long, yeah I bang it, then I run
Nigga I be trappin’, oh my god, I got my home
Yea I pull up in the Masi, I get money, not no crumbs
My bitch is so important, she came straight from London
Yeah I’m on a cart, like when I’m shoppin’ for my mom
These niggas act like [?], these niggas Comic-Con
In the benzo pushin’ buttons, and it’s got me out my mind
I gotta watch my weight, because the lean’ll make me slide
Dog I got the pounds, I’m fuckin’ bitches off of Vine
And I know my wrist is sloppy, everything I got design
Don’t get too excited, you ain’t comin to my home
I barely understand, why my bitch leave me alone
There ain’t no other Steve, all these bitches want a clone
I’m higher than a kite, nah, I’m higher than a drone
Smoking haze, I’m in a daze
Chocolate paint, look like my face
These bitches chase, I did the race
Still caught a case, I did some days
Sent me to the state, feel like a maze
Done lost you mind, I don’t need a chase
I do xans, I don’t do percs
Hoe it ain’t the same
Sailor Moon I’m gettin’ [?], hoes from Ukraine
She a tame, this lyin’ bitch watch me run the game
In the bay, this xanarchy, bitch we don’t bang

[Bridge x2]
This time last year I was still gettin’ money
Ain’t shit changed, still got the thang on me
Got the 30-round clip holster stickin’ to my stomach
Just because I’m ridin’ hot, it dont mean a nigga dummy

[Outro x2]
Inxanity, inxanity
No I’m not your man to be
I got dark shit
Big shit like a manatee
You can send a band on me, I’ll take it
You can send a band on me, but I’ll take it bitch

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Hanson – Finally It’s Christmas (Lyric Video)

It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say

Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer

All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop

I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas

(Shake your Christmas bells)

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day

Shake your Christmas bells

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)

Finally it’s Christmas

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Chronixx Calls For Buju Banton Concert Promoted By Government


If Chronixx has his way then the government would promote a massive concert for Buju Banton when he is released next year.

The young reggae act made a surprised performance at Dubwise in St. Andrew last weekend where he calls for the Jamaican government to support reggae music, as well as, to host a massive concert for Buju Banton. “It is the number one export in this country,” Chronixx said about reggae/dancehall music.

“It’s the only thing that we export all year round. The city of London invite me the city of Kingston neva invite me to do a show yet, enuh,” the singer added. “They don’t think it’s worth it to say we are going to put in our budget $20 million for Buju Banton and Sizzla to perform.”

Buju Banton is a legend in reggae and dancehall music after starting out his career doing hardcore dancehall and later transitioned into Jamaica’s more conscious musical art form. The Grammy-winning reggae singer is currently serving a 10 year prison sentence for drug trafficking and will be released from prison at the end of next year. Buju was convicted in 2011 for three counts of drug trafficking and filed numerous appeals which he lost.

Do you think that the Jamaican government should fund a Buju Banton benefit concert when he is released?

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Renée Zellweger Cast in Judy Garland Biopic Judy

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Renée Zellweger will play Judy Garland in Judy, based on the actress’ final concerts in London. Pathé and Calamity Films are backing the project, based on a script by Tom Edge (The Crown). Rupert Goold (King Charles III) will direct the movie, and production will start in February 2018.

Set in London in 1968, nearly 30 years after The Wizard of Oz made her an international movie star, the biopic follows Garland as she prepares for her sold-out show, The Talk of the Town (featuring classics like “Over the Rainbow” and “The Trolley Song”). Behind the scenes, Garland fights with management, feeling overworked after a lifetime spent in show business. Missing her children, she even contemplates walking away from the stage. Meanwhile, she settles into her romance with entrepreneur and musician Mickey Deans (whom she marries months later).

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According to producers, the film will feature some of Garland’s most popular songs.

BAFTA winner David Livingstone will produce Judy for Calamity Films.

Pathé will distribute Judy in France, Switzerland and the U.K. and will also handle global sales.

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Garland—who died of a barbiturate overdose in 1969—has been the subject of several made-for-TV movies over the years; Andrea McArdle played her in NBC’s Rainbow (1978), Tammy Blanchard and Judy Davis played her in ABC’s Life with Judy Garland: Me and My Shadows (2001), and Sigrid Thornton played her in Seven’s Peter Allen: Not The Boy Next Door (2015).

Judy marks a musical comeback of sorts for Zellweger, who received an Academy Award nomination for her leading role as Roxie Hart in 2002 film adaptation of the Broadway musical Chicago. Her latest drama, Same Kind of Different as Me, debuted Oct. 20, earning $2.6 million.

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Ewan McGregor Kisses Mary Elizabeth Winstead After Secret Split With Wife of 22 Years

Ewan McGregor is reportedly separated from his wife and appears to be romantically involved with his Fargo co-star Mary Elizabeth Winstead.

Photos of the actor kissing a woman who appears to be the actress, who plays his lover on the show, were published by The Sun on Sunday. The British newspaper said the pics were taken at a restaurant in the posh London neighborhood of St. John’s Wood. E! News has confirmed the location.

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It quoted a fellow customer as saying, “They were deep in conversation and were there together for more than an hour. As they left she got on to the back of Ewan’s motorbike and they sped off together.”

Later on Sunday, People reported that McGregor and his wife Eve Mavrakis, split this past May after 22 years of marriage. That month, Winstead announced she has split from husband Riley Stearns after seven years of marriage. They have no children. McGregor and his wife are parents of four.

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McGregor, Mavrakis and Winstead have not commented.

McGregor’s wife is also a former co-star; they met on the set of the British crime series Kavanagh QC in 1995. 

Earlier this month, McGregor and Winstead were spotted together showing PDA at a hotel and spa in the English countryside, about two hours outside London, a source told E! News exclusively.

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The two arrived at the property in a helicopter, which landed on the front lawn, the source added.

—Additional reporting by Alli Rosenbloom

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Sam Smith on Gender Identity: ”I Feel Just As Much Woman As I Am Man”

Days before the release of his highly anticipated sophomore album, Thrill of It All, Sam Smith is giving fans a rare glimpse into the person he is today and the person he was.

In a candid interview with The Sunday Times, the moody singer opened up to writer Louis Wise about his sexuality, his gender and how he loves to rock a kickin’ pair of heels.

When asked about why it took him so long to come out, the now-25-year-old “Stay With Me” singer said, “Looking back on it, it was the fear of saying the wrong thing and offending.”

The Brit continued, “And I was 19 when I started writing the first album. I’d just moved to London from a village—I was literally the only gay in the village. I didn’t know what I wanted to say.”

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The now openly gay Grammy winner is using his experience for his music, explaining that his song “Him” is about a son coming out to his father.

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Of his new songs, the big-voiced singer said, “I think they show my growth, my confidence. I feel like they show me. They show the gay guy I’ve become.”

He also explains that he does like to rock a feminine shoe.

“I love a heel,” he said. “I’ve got loads of heels at home.”

But his love of clothing isn’t something that sprung from his fame, it’s been a passion of the singer’s for years.

“People don’t know this, but when I was 17, I remember becoming obsessed with Boy George and Marilyn [Monroe], and all that. There was one moment in my life where I didn’t own a piece of male clothing, really. I would wear full make-up every day in school, eyelashes, leggings with Dr Martens and huge fur coats, for 2.5 years.”

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When the writer asked if does he feel like a “cisgender” man (Cisgender is a term for people whose gender identity matches the sex that they were assigned at birth), he flashed two Venus symbol tattoos at the writer and said, “No. I mean, I’ve got these tattoos on my fingers.”

He added, “I don’t know what the title would be, but I feel just as much woman as I am man.”

The Oscar winning singer also admits he spent a year at the local bars drowning his break-up sorrows, but has taken a break from drinking.

“Last year…I’d say the entire year, I went out too much, I started drinking way too much and I started smoking cigarettes, stupidly. And I lost a little bit of control towards the end. I haven’t drunk now in 2.5 months.”

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He also says it’s just a break, he isn’t laying off the sauce forever. “I will drink again—it wasn’t ‘A Drinking Problem.’” But he also says he has had to realise that he has “an addictive personality”. So he put a lid on it. “I was just going out too much.”

In the sit-down, he also said he has no boyfriend, however, the singer has been photographed with 13 Reasons Why star Brandon Flynn as of late. 

The Thrill of It All drops on Nov. 3.

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M – Pop Music

Get up
Get down
Radio, video
Boogie with a suitcase
You’re livin’ in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let’s do the milkshake
Sellin’ like a hotcake
Try some buy some
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
I wanna dedicate this
Pop pop shoo wop
Everybody made it

Shoobie doobie do wop
Infiltrate it
Pop pop shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Singing in the subway
Shuffle with a shoe shine
Fix me a Molotov
I’m on the headline
Wanna be a gun slinger
Don’t be a rock singer
Eenie meenie mynie moe
Tell me where you wanna go
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
Lyin’ in the tree [unverified]
Pop pop shoo wop
Eenee meenie
Shoobie doobie do wop
Pop pop shoo wop
You know what I mean
Hit it
Now you know what to say
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
All around the world
Wherever you are
Dance in the street
Anything you like
Do it in your car
In the middle of the night
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Dance in the super mart
Dig it in the fast lane
Listen to the countdown
They’re playin’ our song again
I can’t get jumping jack
I wanna hold, get back
Moonlight muzak
Knick knack patty whack
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around you
Pop pop shoo wop
Gonna surround you
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around
Pop pop shoo wop
Hit it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Now listen, talk about
Pop pop pop pop musik

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Richie Stephens to be Honored by ASCAP For Rihanna’s “Work”


The American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) set to honour Richie Stephens on October 16th, in London, England.

ASCAP is the only American based association that protects the copyrights of songwriters, composers and music publishers by monitoring public performance of their music, whether it be live performance or via broadcast, and appropriately compensate them.

Richie Stephens is a successful Jamaican singer/ producer for over two decades; he was born and raised in Westmoreland. Stephens recorded his very first song in 1984 but did not hit stardom until the 1990’s . The reggae crooner was not only a Grammy Award winner but was also awarded the Jamaican Governor-General’s Achievement Award for contributing to civic, social and recreational projects in and around his birth parish.

Stephens will be given an American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) award for his contribution to Rihanna’s chart-topping single ‘Work’. ‘Work’, captured the song of the year and also sold the most digital copies for 2016. Stephens contributed the Sail Away ‘riddim’ on the Pot of Gold label to the hit, and was credited on the song as a co-writer.

In April, Stephens was awarded his first American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) Pop Music Awards in Hollywood. “I am so blessed to be honored in the United Stated and now to be recognized in England. It is a major accomplishment at this time in my career. I share this award with my fans globally and three members of the Ska Nation Band who will accompany me on the red carpet in London,” said Stephens

Some of Stephens most popular songs includes “Winner,” “Color of Love,” “Live your Life,” and “Reggae Evolution.”

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Amine – Spice Girl

Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl

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Popcaan Collaborates With Giggs on “Times Tickin” – Listen

Popcaan drop a new collaboration with UK rapper Giggs titled “Times Tickin.”

The Unruly Boss continues to push his career internationally with a new collab with London based rapper Giggs who you can find on Drake’s latest album More Life. “Times Tickin” will be featured on the rapper’s new mixtape Wamp 2 Dem. The project also saw guest appearances from some big names like Lil Duke, Young Thug, and 2 Chainz, but it’s this single with Popcaan that is getting the most attention on the project thus far.

Giggs has had a huge impact on the London rap scene but now he is winning over a considerable amount of the U.S. rap audience thanks to his appearances on Drake’s blockbuster album More Life. Although he sees himself as a hardcore rapper, Giggs is mostly seen as a Grime artist, which is a sub genre that used elements of dancehall, ragga, and hip hop to create a unique sound in the U.K. in the early 2000.

“They say grime doesn’t come from hip hop, but I think it does,” Giggs said in a recent interview. “Cause men are rapping in it. Spitting in it, on the beat. Know what I’m saying? But they say grime is that 140 BPM. Well there’s 140 BPM rap playing. But, obviously, I don’t know, they just want to say that they do grime and keep it in that. But, to me, obviously I’m a rapper, isn’t it? But people say, yeah, Giggs is a sick grime artiste cause of his country. I don’t know man. Cause of everyone else that’s come up and made a name for themselves, they’ve all come from grime. Like I’m talking before I come, it’s like they don’t know anything else. It’s like they don’t even know that American hip-hop’s always been around.”

In case you want to remind yourself who Giggs is go and listen to Drake’s song “KMT” he has a killer verse on that track, and while your at it take a listen to his new mixtape “Wamp 2 Dem” on Apple Music.

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Mishlawi – Ignore lyrics

[Chorus]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh

Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh

[Verse 1]
My circle full
They thought that I need them but I’m cool
Taking my space up they better move
‘Cause if it ain’t this shit what would I do
Probably give it to her like she wanna
Hands up on her make her jaw drop
And the only time she running to me now
When she run and come and give me nana
I’m into getting my funds up
I got a bitch out in London
They don’t know just how much shit be ringing on me

[Chorus 2x]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh

[Verse 2]
My circle full
Thought that they was special they confused
The truth is I don’t think I’m much like you yeah yeah
I ain’t no fool yeah yeah
I paid my dues on dues now they can kiss my ass
Remember when they would talk down its like now they be lucky if talking to me
Just came from Germany fresh off the flight after signing the deal of your dreams
I just don’t think you’d know
Quite how much they would call

[Chorus 2x]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh

[Middle 8 2x]
Change, how could I change I’m used to me
Way, there is no way to cut these strings

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AJ Tracey – Quarterback

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

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Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

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Halsey – Bad At Love (Angelus Cut)

[Verse 1]
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in the garden state
And he told me that we’d make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

[Pre-Chorus]
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

[Chorus]
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

[Verse 2]
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one, but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

[Pre-Chorus]
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

[Chorus]
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

[Bridge]
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

[Chorus]
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

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Kodak Black – Roll In Peace (Original) Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave, just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need, uh
Everyday Halloween (alright!)
But we don’t trick and treat (straight up!)
Count deads in my dreams (cash!)
Can’t even fall asleep
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazine
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya
Drop your top off with that bean
Mix it one handed, please (it’s lit!)
Mix it right, dutty T
It’s only gonna bring me peace
Don’t leave my cup, that’s for me

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

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No flag – London on the Track lyrics

Lyrics London on the Track – No flag

Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woahhh
Uh, Young Money.(no flag)

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma b*tching, but she still be f*cking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna f*ck her, f*ck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ b*tch that pus*y so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all niggas hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag.

Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
Niggas’ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These niggas will run in your house
f*cking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ s**t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b*tch sucking d*ck for the fame, get the f*ck out
Got me a Perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the f*ck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad versuri-lyrics.info
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so b*tch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on Act’ so b*tch I can’t focus
I cut ’em off fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the b*tch, she wine and dine
I f*ck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas ’bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myers.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags.

Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These b*tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence b*tch, you a on the bench b*tch
See me in the gym now these b*tches wanna go bench press
I ain’t f*cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b*tches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a d*ck, I would make all you b*tches deep throat.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flagsss.
London on the Track lyrics
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Frank Sinatra – A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square lyrics

That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong
But I’m perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

[instrumental]

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And, as we kissed and said goodnight,
A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

I know ’cause I was there
That night in Berkley Square

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Halsey – Bad At Love

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

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Kodak Black – Don’t Wanna Breathe (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
You see, it’s crazy, dog, ’cause
You give a nigga this emotion that
I thought ain’t even exist in a nigga no more
See, like, I don’t even wanna be, if I can’t be with you

[Hook]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you

[Verse 1]
You know you make me new
You motivate me too
I’m fucking with you, boo
Imma keep it funky with you, boo
When we make love, I ain’t got my glove on
When we make love, I ain’t got my thug on
Girl, you got me singing love songs
Where the fuck I get this love from?
I got London on the beat
She like fucking on the beach
Girl, you fucking with a G
How did you end up with me?

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you

[Verse 2]
Look what you did to a boss, babe
You got me nailed to the cross, babe
You got a young nigga open
You got my nose wide open
You got lil’ Kodak in a moment
I was locked up sending you roses
And, baby, when I ride, I wanna ride for you
And, baby, when I die, I wanna die with you
Girl, you know Imma keep it a stack, like a thousand dollars, boo
Girl, you know Imma keep all this stack, I’d never lie to you
Ain’t no point in living, If I can’t live my life with you
Girl, If you ain’t right by my side, I don’t know what Imma do

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
I don’t wanna live, if I can’t be with you
Shawty, I don’t want no air, If I ain’t breathing you
Shawty, I don’t wanna dream, if I can’t sleep with you
Shawty, I don’t wanna see, if I ain’t seeing you
Shawty, I ain’t seeing you

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Kodak Black – 6th Sense (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them beans, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be pleased
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)

[Verse 1]
Say I’m so selfish, all I think about is fetty
I can’t settle down, something just won’t let me
I want to settle down, well maybe I ain’t ready
Bae, I’m living reckless, and I’m thuggin’ heavy
In love with the skreets, and I’m in too deep
I be tryna leave, it keep control of me
It got my heart, got my mind, it got my physique
She wanna wake up with my wand and put that ass to sleep
I don’t bleed Kool-Aid baby, I bleed concrete
I ask God to give me wisdom, help me spot a leech
I be talking money, tell that hoe "kapeesh"
Tell that hoe to sheesh, love is for the weak

[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them Benz, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)

[Verse 2]
I’m ziggied up, 26, 13, 6
I’m a seven figure nigga, remember when I had six
I’m a seven figure nigga, remember I ain’t have shit
Even though I’m rich, can’t forget that I was hitting licks
All I want is that, all she want is this
I just wanna hit, but I just wanna hit
What be on your mind when it come to this?
Why you close your eyes every time we kiss?
I’ma keep on pimpin’, I’ma keep on living, and keep on catching flights, and never catchin’ feelings
I’ma keep it simple, I’ma keep poppin’ [?]
I like when I’m with ya
But I love gettin’ scrilla

[Hook]
Every time I like a bit’ I find out she a nat
Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat
I’ma slick pimp, got a sixth sense
Hoe you ain’t a dime, you just six cents
I be on them beans, she be on codiene
All I want is money, all she want is me
She just wanna be loved, she just wanna be please
All I want is money, all she want is me
(All I want is money, all she want is me)
(All I want is money, all she want is me)

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Rihanna Can’t Watch Chris Brown Confession In New Documentary

Rihanna says she will not watch Chris Brown new documentary “Welcome To My Life” where he opened up about brutally beating her.

The “Grass Ain’t Greener” crooner premiered his new documentary Chris Brown: Welcome to My Life last week. The cut made headlines for a segment where he opened up in-depth about the night in 2009 when he assaulted Rihanna, an incident that would change his life forever. In the clip, he spoke about punching his pop superstar girlfriend at the time with his closed fist and tasting blood inside his Lamborghini.

Sources inside the Bajan pop star’s circle told us that she has not watched the documentary and has no plans to. “No she (Rihanna) hasn’t watched it, in fact, none of us did and there is no plans to,” sources told Dancehallhiphop.com. “There are only two persons that know the true story about what happened then and it’s pretty clear who those two people are. I think RiRi has put all of that behind her and I think the other party should do the same and stop bringing back these old wounds. They were both young when this unfortunate incident happened and now they are older and more mature and have moved on from that. The rest of the world should do the same.”

Chris Brown also detailed his relationship with Rihanna in the months leading up to the assault on the night before the 2009 Grammy Awards. The singer says that he and RiRi always have big fights to the point that their relationship became toxic. He also confessed to lying to her about another female he had sex with and that made her not trust him anymore. Rihanna is currently dating Saudi billionaire Hassan Jameel. Just last weekend the pair were spotted on a dinner date out in London.

Our source told us that Rihanna has not spoken to Chris Brown in years, but she isn’t holding any grudges against him. “She wishes him well and will forever care about him,” sources added. “But she has moved on and don’t feel the need to keep in contact with him.”

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— Temptation (@YnoTRockIT) August 21, 2017

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Chip – Settings (League Of My Own II Album)

[Chorus]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings

[Verse 1: Chip]
I got bad habits I ain’t stressing though
Sex and weed thats good for my depression though
So fuck your fella and let him go
Sometimes I want a wife, sometimes I’m pressing hoes
My Bruddas getting cash, yeah we collectin’
Cos hitting raves is dead thats not my Settings
We dishing back at bruddas disrespectin’
You pussys love to dish, Can you tek it?
Just tryna get this money with my bredrins
You switch up over p’s thats not my Settings no
Them man put the pre in pretending
A bag of man and no gyal thats not my Settings no

[Chorus]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings

[Verse 2: Chip]
London’s always cold, thats not my Settings
Trinidad lets go, lets switch the Settings
Niggas preein’ snaps, they preein’ settings
Girls don’t like your crew, you’re too depressing
Chippy’s back and flexing, they did not expect this
I’ve been doing settings, you look so upsetting
Searching for new melodies, cut off all my frenemies
Found out half these niggas weren’t as real as they pretend to be
Just tryna get this money with my bredrins
You switch up over p’s thats not my settings no
Them man put the pre in pretending
A bag of man and no gyal thats not my Settings no

[Chorus: Chip & Varren Wade]
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings yeah)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room that’s my Settings
Pre-roll hit the road, thats my Settings (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Pick up by the O, thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
6 Bottles of Moet, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
That Nectar best be Rose , thats my settings
Book that flight and go, thats my Settings (That’s my settings yeah)
We take them hoes like clothes, thats my Settings (Settings, settings, settings)
Country doing Views thats my Settings (That’s my Settings)
Buff ting in the room thats my Settings (Oh yeah)

[Outro: Chip & Varren Wade]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
We rolling (That’s my settings)
We rolling, oh yeah (That’s my settings)
Oh yeah, oh yeah

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Knuckles – Berner feat. Young Dolph lyrics

Lyrics Berner – Knuckles

I’m dumb rich, these suckers can’t touch me
The Bern means power with the chopper, so lovely
No hand outs, I got here with nothing
The bezel and the band on my wrist straight bustin’
I got perks from the Asians, guns from the Russians
The VVS’s on my chain dancing all custom
I got cookie out in London, bags of blue hundreds
Packs in the trunk, dude want ’em fronted
Stripper b*tches catch cash in the AM
And catcher catchin’ feelings, well, I can’t blame ’em
f*ck the club dog, I’d rather stay in
I got stacks to count, plug these bags just came in
Underground and I like that
Flip a hundred fast, yeah I’m right back
Where the light dips
We squeeze outdoor P’s and count a nice check
The sharks in the water and I ain’t tryna die yet.(knuckles)

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.

I’m smoking weed while I’m getting dressed
Talking on the phone while I’m getting neck
I got now and I got next
I take how it come, cash or the check
You ask me what we smokin’ and I say the best
Got bad b*tches getting active and I say les
f*ck niggas, I just don’t f*ck with ’em
Call that safe s*x, I’m ’bout my paycheck, yeah
I like pretty b*tches that can roll weed up
I can show you niggas how to run them G’s up
I been broke before so I don’t want no dealings
Told the car salesman I don’t want no ceilings
Pop another bottle, pocket full of dollars
All that a*s, she remind me of Ms. Parker
Yeah I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back
Boy I came from the bottom and I ain’t goin’ back.

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle versuri-lyrics.info
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle.

Zone 6 flow, the bay to the 6 ho
Fresh as a fashion show, we gon’ go pistachio (loco)
This what you asked for so broomstick up your asshole
I take your future from you, what I need a mask for?
I dropped that bag bro, they might snatch up your dad so
You went out sad bro, I guess that’s what you’re mad for
I pull in a f*ckin’ all red drop Rolls
Scorin’ like a red nose pit on the Forgio’s
What about the bad times, ain’t forgot those
I was the snotty nose youngin with the old clothes
Young Dolph, I love that nigga like my brother yo
I f*ck with Berner ’cause he represent the struggle yo
Fresh out the pen and I got marks all on my knuckles so
Ask around, I’m the money and the muscle ho
You just a poodle, I’m a wolf without the mussle ho
And y’all niggas is cameltoe, don’t make me bust your canteloupe.

I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggle
I got scars on my knuckles, money and the muscle
Bad b*tches too, it be hard just to bubble, yeah
All hundreds in my bundle
It was hard being broke but getting money is a struggleee.
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Rihanna steps In London With Boyfriend Hassan Amidst Chris Brown Documentary Drama

Rihanna steps out for a dinner date in London with her billionaire boyfriend Hassan Jameel on Wednesday night.

Rihanna broke the internet last week when she posted photos from her visit to Barbados for the 2017 Crop Over Carnival. After leaving her homeland in the Caribbean, she then went to her home in New York City and then jetted to London where she met up with her Saudi billionaire boo. Rihanna and Hassan Jameel dined at the famous Chiltern Firehouse restaurant in London.

The Bajan pop princess flaunts her curve in an ankle length black dress, heels, and a Ralph Lauren hoodie that helped cover her up from the rain. Paparazzi snapped pictures of the two leaving the restaurant and leaving in an awaiting SUV. The two of them left together. Rihanna and Hassan were first spotted together in June this year locking lips in a pool at a private villa in Ibiza, Spain. They were also spotted together earlier this year in New York City, but no one knew that they were dating at the time. Hassan reportedly is worth $1.5 billion dollars and is the heir to his family Toyota dealership in the middle east.

Chris Brown released his new documentary earlier this week where he detailed what really happens on the night he assaulted Rihanna. The “Loyal” singer opened up about punching the pop star with a closed fist. Brown also expressed a lot of regrets about his relationship with Rihanna and you can tell that he is remorseful for his actions and for letting her go. Rihanna seems to have fully moved on with her life and is not looking back. In an interview last year, she said that Chris Brown will always be someone she cares about, but she is now over that relationship and clearly isn’t looking back in that direction.

#rihanna and her boyfriend Hassan Jameel in London

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Playboi Carti – Magnolia Lyrics

PLAYBOI CARTI
Magnolia Lyrics

(Yo, Pierre You wanna come out here?)

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block, and I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps
Yo, Pierre You wanna come out here?
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top top, in my drop top
All these hoes gon’ flock flock, when I drop drop
All these hoes gon’ flock flock, when I drop drop
All these hoes gon’ flock flock, when I drop

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
f**king on yo bitch, uh I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash, sound like cash
I’m a soldier, damn I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier like I’m from Magnolia
All these niggas, all these foes
Big bank, never fold
Sippin, ac, man that shit slow me
Bitches on me, say she like my clothes
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti
Young Carti, yeah
Young Carti, young Carti what
Young Carti, young Carti yeah
All of your bitches they loose, all of your bitches they
loose
All of my bitches is rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick huh
Rich bitch
Cash Carti bitch
Rich bitch
Got a rich clique, she suckin’ on the clique
She suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her buy some kicks
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip
Glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, f**kin’ on a thotty
She just wanna top me
Bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mase, this ain’t even my Mase
Oh that’s not yo thotty? Yo bitch look like a Aunty
Walked in with Ashanti
Damn that look like Carti, Damn that look like Carti
I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a f**king watch piece
That’s filthy

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block, and I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps
Yo, Pierre You wanna come out here?

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Kap G – CEO (feat. Kapfe)

[Intro: Kap G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I’m a CEO in the makin’
They don’t really want me to make it
Fuck that shit, I’ma take it
In high school, I wore Asics
Then I brought back new New Balance
I wear them in 2010
Make a nigga crank that pool pass
Know my niggas come out with that FFN
Kick the door down ’cause they gon’ let me in
Treat my partners like brothers, I don’t got no friends
I been swimmin’ with sharks and I don’t got no fins
If you knew where I came from, I’m not with the game
You gotta watch out for your enemies
Even your friends be your frenemies
Fuck all that cappin’, you ‘posed to be kin to me
Fuck all that sad shit, I don’t show no sympathy
Fuck a color, I just wanna get green
Get the profits, split it up with the team
Swear that’s why I had to roll up my jeans
I’m a rapper slash actor, might be on your screen
They must not know where I came from
Sacrifices, had to make some
Only eat with the ones who were with me before I had shit
Dare you to say somethin’, these be my day ones

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 2: Kap G & Kapfe]
Swear they only see the shine
But they don’t never see the grind
Before these Louis V designs
I was slangin’ rhymes like they lions
Pull up on that bitch and hit from behind
Told my partners, we gon’ see better times
How the hell we gon’ get left behind?
We upper echelon, we gon’ get rich or die tryin’
Change up my line
Naw fool
Hol’ up, I’m tryna wet her food
Daddy got locked by them cops
Man, he stood on that block, he was sellin’ that dog food
Fuck what them niggas gon’ call you
Broke is what they never call you
Once car for one of my niggas
Man, best believe all of them bitches gon’ fall through
N-n-n-n-n-n-naw fool, these niggas sound like some house shoes
I just be drippin’ that Ragu, you cannot cuff me like the cops do
And I’ma reply like a boss too
And I answer all like a boss too
I just wanna buy my own house, fool
And I’ma just trap out the house, fool, you dig?
Fuck, gon’ drink it away
Y’all call them cops, they pigs
Put this shit all in a blunt
Y’all smokin’ cigs, that ain’t it
Dreams on big, blunt on big
Bad bitch with me but she ain’t shit

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’