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Iggy Azalea – Good Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember like 10 years ago
I wanted my name up in bold
I wanted my name up in lights
I wanted to rock every show
I used to take pics in the mirror
I had to get ready for Vogue
And now I’m way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
Than I ever could’ve dreamed before
They pray for the damn on my love
But I still don’t give a fuck
We live in a world full of judgement
And they love to judge us
I think they love to discuss me
‘Cause their life is disgusting
I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
You can not tell me nothing
Na-nothing

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I’m at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

[Verse 2]
Top floor [?]
Eating dinner looking at the view
So high, see all of you
Each and every one who wanna see me lose
You looking at me but I’m looking through you
You tweeting crazy to me, what’s it to you?
Fall in line, this is danger for who?
Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
I’m just out here fucking living
Cut ’em off they’re forbidden
Trade the sides, they was tripping
They like ”Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!”
I go to sleep and y’all forgotten
Sorry boo, you’re not forgiven
Bring me breakfast while I’m swimming
I’m just out here fucking living

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I am at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

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Future – Hate in Your Soul Lyrics

[Future]

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse one]

One for the money, yes sir
Two for the show
A couple years ago
Selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘rari
Im in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my click notorious
[?] come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]

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Gucci Mane Ft. A$AP Rocky – Jumped Out The Whip Lyrics


(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh, Gucci
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane)
We just rolled in the lot, hoe, hoe what you got?
Make a ni**a spend his last like a hole in his pocket
Ice on swole, swole overload, Jenny from the block
B*tch, I wanna enter every hole that you got
Sugar daddy Gucci Mane, I’m holding a knot
You can’t even fathom all the hundreds I got
I’ma give you money if you want it or not
A red droptop Phantom just swerved in the lot
Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?
And they gon’ fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not
Baby, is you gon’ give me the service or not?
‘Cause that’s a big factor if we splurging or not
Why your friend tryna’ block for? She know you a thot, hoe
It ain’t nuthin’ wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor
Diamonds draped all over me, so drink me on the rocks
This b*tch so fucking nasty, I might buy this b*tch a watch

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Uhh, where she go? There she go
Perico straight from Mexico
Ten kilos, called up Federico
Ready, go, gave Wop some top like there he go
Word to grandaddy Q, came through, couple old hoes acting new
The clothes on bare back and new, the clothes he got on coming soon
I be living life cautious, keep it moving like motions
Keep it smooth, I’m like lotion, we’ve been swimmin like n’oceans
Why these ni**as like vultures? Dang, these b*tches got motives
So much Gucci on the loafers, I’ma turn into the spokesman
Oh, it go Wop linked up with the Mob
I say Guwop, let’s hit the block, linked up in Dubai

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

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Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 2]
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

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Si aqui estuvieras – Gera MXM letra

Letra Gera Mxm – Si aqui estuvieras

Van, rompiendo fronteras por todos lugares
la city llena de criminales
afuera a cosa esta muy grave
Mexico esta que arde.
Pero si a mi me pidieran que cambie
Mi estilo y mi flow eso no
pero si tu aqui estuvieras
lo vieras de cerca mi sueno y pasion.
Ya se que estamos muy cerca del exito
pero todavia no
o al menos no me conformo
con todo lo que me en ganado.(si aqui estuvieras)

Encerrado en mi silencio me prendi me puse loco
me puse en analizar en que estoy mal y ma equivoco
y noto que en la necesidad de que esto cambie
se juntaron los locos y no existe quien los pare.
Siente lo que hay en mi mente
si me pongo grifo la rim sale potente
lo hago por mi gente
versuri-lyrics.info
esto es algo consiente.
Los pajaros cumbia
Y los de alzada si que suenan diferente
no me sostengan la mirada
no me junto con la envidia
solo con banda empezada.
Tanga matanga les ganamos esta tanda
si yo me la paso ganando y de parranda
dicen que neto en los controles
yo que digo que mencionene
ni modo de andar por ahi menionandome a mi solo.
Van a ver que va a llegar lejos este cholo
estoy enamorado de la vida y el tonooo.
Gera Mxm letras
Video estuvieras

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Emmylou Harris – Spanish Johnny Lyrics

EMMYLOU HARRIS
Spanish Johnny Lyrics

(Paul Siebel)

Those other years, the dusty years
We drove the big hers through
I tried to forget the miles we rode
And Spanish Johnny too
He’d sit beside a water ditch when all this herd was in
And he’d never harm a child but sing to his mandolin

The old talk, the old ways, and the dealin’ of our game
But Spanish Johnny never spoke, but sing a song of Spain
And his talk with men was vicious talk
When he was drunk on gin
Ah, but those were golden things he said to his mandolin

We had to stand, we tried to judge, we had to stop him then
For the hand so gentle to a child had killed so many men
He died a hard death long ago before the road come in
And the night before he swung he sung to his mandolin

Well, we carried him out in the mornin’ sun
A man that done no good
And we lowered him down in the cold clay
Stuck in a cross of wood
And a letter we wrote to his kinfolk
To tell them where he’d been
And we shipped it out to Mexico, along with his mandolin

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Felt – My Face Is On Fire Lyrics

FELT
My Face Is On Fire Lyrics

Six-thirty: the rain is falling and the sky’s like a
yellow balloon
I was waiting for the revolution and the Mexico sundown
blue

Oh, no,
Oh, no
Don’t let them break you down
Oh, no,
Oh, no
Oh, they said you would go
Oh, no

I was kneeling by the burning bush and the sea was a
bed of flames
I was reading from the book of Naomi and the whirlpool
vision of shame

Oh, no,
Oh, no
Don’t let them break you down
Oh, no,
Oh, no
Oh, they said you would go
Oh, no

I was standing at the edge of the world and the forces
pass through by
He was talking ’bout the new generation & the makeshift
haulers of time

Oh, no,
Oh, no
Don’t let them break you down
Oh, no,
Oh, no
Oh, they said you would go
Oh, no
Oh, no.

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Ry Cooder – Mexican Divorce Lyrics

RY COODER
Mexican Divorce Lyrics

It’s a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

Down below El Paso lies Juarez
Mexico is different, like a travel folder says
Cross the Rio Grande and you will find
An old adobe house
Where you leave your past behind

One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
Takes no time for you to get a Mexican divorce

As I came into this lonely house last night
I looked at all my windows but I couldn’t find one light
I found you on that road to Mexico
And now, my love, I beg
Please, oh, please, don’t go

One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
It’s a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

Finding love takes so long
Walking out, well, must be wrong
It’s a sin for us to get a Mexican divorce

One day married, next day free
Broken hearts for you and me
It’s a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

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Kim Carnes – The Thrill Of The Grill Lyrics

KIM CARNES
The Thrill Of The Grill Lyrics

Works real hard in an all night cafe
Says she loves her job
Wouldn’t have it any other way
Then he walks in wearin’ cheap cologne
She said I’ll take off early
If you’ll take me home

Come on honey say you will
Jump on into my Coupe De Ville
There’s a Mexico sunset standing still
Let’s fall in love to the thrill of the grill

His hair was slick but he was slicker
His touch was radioactive
And it made her shiver
When he emptied his pockets
They were filled with champagne
He held out his hand
As he called out her name

Come on honey say you will
Jump on into my Coupe De Ville
There’s a Mexico sunset standing still
Let’s fall in love to the thrill of the grill

Sideways–oh my God I’m sideways
Half-crazed–dizzy dazed and waylayed
The boss said Phillis have you gone mad
You’re the best short order
That I ever had
Don’t throw it all away
On a one night fling
Don’t be a fool for a foolish thing

So she tore off her apron
Threw down the pan
She said buzz it boss
You just don’t understand
I’ve waited all my life
To feel the thrill
To be carried away
By the thrill of the grill

So come on honey yes I will
I’ll jump on into your Coupe De Ville
There’s a Mexico sunset standing still
Let’s fall in love to the thrill of the grill

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Wolfgang Petry – Ich Trinke Nie Mehr Tequila Lyrics

WOLFGANG PETRY
Ich Trinke Nie Mehr Tequila Lyrics

In der Bodega ist Rico oft zu sehn

die Luft ist glühend heiá
darum kann man das verstehn
nach dem zehnten Glas macht er sich an die Senoritas ran

doch am nächsten Morgen
klagte er mir dann:

Ich trinke nie mehr Tequila

denn mein Kopf ist schwer

ein biáchen zuviel Tequila
und man weiá nichts mehr

die Nacht war heiá und gefährlich
bei mir war eine wunderschöne Frau.
Amigo
ich sag dir ehrlich

ich weiá nicht
war es Carmen oder Cita
Dolores und die
kleine Juanita
mein Kopf ist schwer
ich trinke niemals mehr.

Doch diesmal ist Rico ernsthaft in Gefahr

denn Donna Rosita weiá sehr gut was geschah’

sie erzählt ganz Mexico

der Rico sei nun bald ihr Mann
und er stöhnt
Amigo
nun bin ich dran.

Ich trinke nie mehr Tequila

denn mein Kopf ist schwer

ein biáchen zuviel Tequila
und man weiá nichts mehr

Rosita wird mir gefährlich

ich sah sie heute früh zum Pfarrer gehn.
Amigo
ich sag dir ehrlich

ich weiá
es war nicht Carmen oder Cita
Dolores und die
kleine Juanita

mir ist nun klar
daá es Rosita war.

Amigo ich sag dir ehrlich
ich weiá
es war nicht Carmen oder Cita
Dolores und die
kleine Juanita
mir ist nun klar
daá es Rosita war.

Ich trinke nie mehr Tequila

denn mein Kopf ist schwer

ein biáchen zuviel Tequila
und man weiá nichts mehr

die Nacht war heiá und gefährlich
bei mir war eine wunderschöne Frau.
Ich trinke nie mehr Tequila

denn mein Kopf ist schwer
ein biáchen zuviel Tequila

und man weiá nichts mehr.
Amigos
ich muá nun gehen
Adios
ich sage good-bye

euch darf ich nun nicht mehr sehen
und leider auch nicht Carmen oder Cita
Dolores und die
kleine Juanita
Tequila her
der Abschied fällt mir schwer.

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Roscoe Dash – All The Way Turnt Up Lyrics

ROSCOE DASH
All The Way Turnt Up Lyrics

[Intro – Roscoe Dash]
Do not turn me down
Just gon’ turn me up
Roscoe dats wassup(Wassup)

[Chorus – Roscoe Dash]
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)

[Verse 1 – Roscoe Dash]
DJ turn me up, crank me to the max
I got lots of guala, I be blowin’ stacks
Polo on my ass, shoes dat serve da bag
I be so turnt up, I be swaggin’ to the max
If you get it in, and you gettin’ dough
Gon’ pop a bottle, dis right here yo’ song
Purple bottoms on, you can smell it on my clothes
‘Bout to take one to the long
I’m gone, and I got da song
I be writin’ on the inches wit’ dem woofer goin’ on
Dey like wat is goin’ on?
I don’t really know
Den I roll up all my windows, and I crank dis shit up all the way

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out da beeddd, wat happenin’?
Soulja Boy Tell’em, they can’t turn up to my level man
Yeeaaah
Money on the table
All up in Mexico, gettin’ into the Pesos
Whoooa
Check out the gear
If gettin’ money was a sport I’m gonna need it every year
We gettin’ money ova here
The Westside know where I’m from
Yo’ girl spinnin’ on my dick just like a CD-ROM
Turn uuppp
Turn up till you can’t turn no mo’
Burn up till you can’t burn no mo’
Rock my chain er’where I go
Smoke till you can’t smoke no mo’
Choke till you can’t choke no mo’
Work till you can’t work no mo’
I’m rich I can’t go work no mo’

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Roscoe Dash]
Turn up
All I know is turn up
Smokin’ like a hippie, all I do is burn up
All in V.I.P., and they be actin’ like they know us
I’m like we..turnt up
Excuse me while I turn up
All dese hoes be choosey, but I turned it up the whole way
I done turned up on da wrong
I be turned up off da cold
All these niggas mad cuz I be pullin’ all they hoes
First I get ’em to the room
They be turnt up out they clothes liiiiiike
Annd I be goin’ ham
I don’t think these niggas really know just who I am
Dis is R-O-S-C-O-E Dash
And I’m about to cap it
But for short you can just call me Mr. Way To Turnt Up For That Sag

[Chorus]

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Steel Magnolia – I Need You Lyrics

STEEL MAGNOLIA
I Need You Lyrics

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey.
I wanna smoke that ciggarette.
I wanna taste that sweet addiction on my breath.
I wanna ride across west virgina, a back seat of a catallac.
You know some cowboys like me go out like that.

(CHORUS)

I need you.
Like a needle needs a vain.
Like Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs rain
Oh I need you.
Like a lighthouse on the coast.
Like the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost.
I need you.
Oohh I need you!

I wanna get lost in some corner booth Cantiana, Mexico.
I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio.
I wanna wrap the moon around us, lie beside you skin on skin.
Make love till the sun comes up till the sun goes down agian.

(CHORUS)

I need you.
Like a needle needs a vain.
Like Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs rain.
Oh I need you.
Like a lighthouse on the coast.
Like the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost.
I need you.
Ooohh I need you.

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey.
I wanna smoke that ciggarette.
You know some cowboys like me go out like that.

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Kodak Black – There He Go (Painting Pictures Album)

Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco
Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat I got that bass, ho
Boy I drop that shit that they be waitin’ for
I like the Beamer but I’m about to go cop a Wraith tho’
I done peeped your true colors, boy you a rainbow
I got Space Jams on my feet, I’m on the moon
I’m really lit, so I ain’t gotta use no auto-tune
Yeah, I’m the shit, but you know damn well I ain’t number two
I’m in this bih’ around some niggas who ain’t got nothin’ to lose
But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain
She know I love the head, I love that migraine
You ain’t never run off with a boss ainna
She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco
These ain’t Ray-bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho
The way my niggas hit your block, you’d think it’s Halo
No more home invadin’ now, I’m on the radio
I don’t even like to fuck, I only want fellatio
I done jumped out to that bag, baby check my swag
Money fallin’ out my ass, I got a lot of cash
Ay, everybody runnin’, nigga got a gun
I ain’t makin’ beats but the Draco got a drum
I don’t wear no fuckin’ Yeezys, I got too much sauce
Like I don’t believe in Jesus, how I triple cross
I ain’t even brush my teeth, but I’m on the block
I ain’t even brush my teeth, all I do is floss
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my 40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

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David Luning – Royalty lyrics

Dearest love don’t worry
They got nothin’ on me
And I’ll be out in a day or two
Oh and darlin, I love you

I’ll make my great escape
Don’t you worry dear
I’ll find a way to break on outta here
Oh you’ll see
We’re gonna live like royalty

Dearest love wait for me
I’ll get out, please believe me
Did you bury the money like I asked you to?
Oh my darlin, I miss you

I’ll make my great escape
Don’t you worry dear
I’ll find a way to break on outta here
We’ll be together, you and me
We’ll go to Mexico, you’ll see
And darlin we’re gonna live like royalty

Oh my love, please hold on
Been in isolation for so long
And it’s been years since I’ve seen your face darlin’
But I promise you I will get out of this place
(You’ll make your great escape
I’m not worried dear
You’ll find a way to break, but I’m outta here
Be together? Maybe
I’ll go to Mexico, you’ll see)
Darlin?
(Oh, I can’t wait baby)

I’ll make my great escape
Don’t you worry dear
I’ll find a way to break on outta here
We’ll be together, finally
We’ll go to Mexico you and me
And darlin’ we’re gonna live like royalty

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The Oemons – Taco Burrito lyrics

One day I had a dream in my siesta
About an awesome place where it’s always fiesta
And the food is served with spicy salsa
So I think I’ll go to Mexico

Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichangas
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichanga sauce!

When I got there I watched some lucha
I learned the girls in Mexico are called putas
And the food’s way better than shawarma
So I think I’ll stay in Mexico

Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichangas
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichanga sauce!

TACO BURRITO!
TACO BURRITO!

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Dopeman Go – Tory Lanez lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Dopeman go

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

Bought the Wraith, I said f*ck the Ghost
Flew a brand new b*tch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the b*tch, that b*tch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I f*ck all the b*tches that make b*tches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad b*tches f*ckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad b*tches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna f*ck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme f*ck then I’ma f*ck her friend
Scoreboard b*tch I’m up 10 versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
b*tch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy babyyy.
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Tory Lanez – DopeMan Go

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith, I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

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Oddisee – Like Really (The Iceberg Album)

[Verse One]
Why you want to catch my eye, when you already know that I’m taken (nah like really)
How you past due on payments, and I’m seeing you on vacation (nah like really)
How you gonna make us great, when we were never really that amazing (nah like really)
Take it back to what, I don’t find hanging black lives entertaining (nah like really)
How do you police the streets of a neighborhood you do not engage in (nah like really)
Why a brother get three for a sack while your brother go free for a raping (nah like really)
How you make a film about Egypt with all leading roles caucasian (nah like really)
How you saying all lives matter when the stats say we are not adjacent (nah like really)
Tell me if I got it all wrong, like I signed on the line but I didn’t read the form
And the fine print is all about the times we mourn, and the color of my skin means I gotta be strong
And your hand me down faith said if I was reborn, when I take my last breath that you’ll let me breathe on
And as of right now we could never be pals, so how are we supposed to get along (nah like really)
This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
Why am I forced to let it go, and clean your messes though (nah like really)
You take jobs to Mexico, pay us less and lesser though (nah like really)
Promised to bring them back, and that problem gets the vote (nah like really)

[Hook]
Really (repeated)

[Verse Two]
I be on the grind all day, I don’t pay mind to the date (nah like really)
Missed call vibrate, I find most times it could wait (nah like really)
I don’t talk blue in the face, just to make movement in place (nah like really)
Out of breath watching other man steps and you wonder why you’re losing the race (nah like really)
I was sleeping on floors, making bread instead of bed on tour man (nah like really)
If you ain’t never cry about a loss, don’t speak about the situation you’re in (nah like really)
I ain’t got a big deal but I’m still a big deal and I feel important (nah like really)
Yeah you got a big deal running on a big wheel I ain’t with extorting (nah like)
Yeah I’m independent and I’m making hella noise, and I’ll never let a woman make a Helen out of Troy
Got no suckers in the circle that pretend to be boys, I don’t lend them an extension I just send them decoys
Chilling in the cut is when I’m really feeling voids, ’cause the movements getting muted and it really needs a voice
We’re just picking between the evils of the lethals and the liars
People tired and they really need a voice (nah like really)
This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
This that calm collected flow, done right, wrong correctional (nah like really)
Enough about peace and blessings bro I want that deeper message though (nah like really)
If you on top that surface, drop that lesson though, preach (nah like really)

[Hook]
Really (repeated)

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Danny Worsnop – Mexico (The Long Road Home Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
Yeah I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling sunshine
Trizing with the skylines
Sipping on something chilly
Watching señoritas dancing on the beaches
I’m sitting back jamin on Willy

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
From this hustle and bustle
Lay back and soak it up
With a nice cold bottle of Bud

[Chorus]
I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

[Verse 2]
I don’t know about you but I’m kind of thirsty
Lately I’ve been working just a little too much lately
Feeling kind of sodow
I can’t tell the boling
Clock in my gin, try and make me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
From this hustle and bustle
Lay back and soak it up
With a nice cold bottle of Bud

[Chorus]
And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

[Bridge]
Where the skies are blue
Yeah the water’s just right, just me and you
Wait til the stas come out
Go skinny dipping, there ain’t no one else around
I’ll be honest I’m tipsy
I just cracked another bottle, honey come on with me
I ain’t never ever leaving baby
This is paradise, go ahead and leave me here

[Chorus]
And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving to Mexico

[Outro]
I’m driving to Mexico
I’m driving my ass to Mexico
I’m driving to Mexico

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Jidenna – The Let Out (feat. Nana Kwabena)

[Verse 1: Jidenna]
Everytime I pull up at the let out it’s a spectacle
Heard the shit was jumpin’ like the wall that border Mexico
This the only time we on time and on schedule
Collars on the shirt niggas trying to look respectable
Then I spot her with the fur and ice like an eskimo
Stretching out my cash so I’m hoping that she flexible
Shorties swinging purses and niggas swinging testicles
Eating fast food but we smoking on a vegetable
She looking man, She looking man
Go hook her man, Go hook her man
And that lame tryna holler he a Bond wanna-be
He a Roger Moore nigga I’m a Sean Connery, I know
Now you looking at a man that’s on a mission
Blind-sided cuz your man don’t go no vision
Enemies tryna pack us in a prison
But we gon’ pack up in that old Honda Civic

[Pre-Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah, yeah
All hunt and all prey
Yeah, yeah
Why they looking at the wave
Yeah, yeah
Yall can bring it our way
Yeah, yeah
But awww no you won’t, aww no you won’t

[Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I ain’t givin’ these niggas no points just a shut out
I bet I take your hoe right after they let her out
I’m the boss, the huncho walkin’ with my chest out
I got 3 mill in cash stash it away in the guest house
I’m runnin’ so late, I’m runnin’ so late, I go get the money and shake
Soon as I pull up we run out the let out, we don’t got time to debate
Throwin’ cash off stage, supportin’ the minimum wage
Gotta let my wings fly, if you let me out the cage
If I ever go to jail, I’ma bail out
Then we gotta pipe it up at the let out
Latifah the queen we set it off
We don’t want the deal, the bet is off
Just throw me the ball we hit it off
You say we gon get where we started off

[Pre-Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah, yeah
All hunt and all prey
Yeah, yeah
Why they looking at the wave
Yeah, yeah
Yall can bring it our way
Yeah, yeah
But awww no you won’t, aww no you won’t

[Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

[Bridge: Jidenna]
Broke niggas met up at the let out
Tryna get in we tryna get out
We used to meet up at the let out
On the fox with her tail out
Oooh
We can’t wait until they get out
Oooh
We fresh as hell at the let out
Woooah
We used to meet up at the let out
Woah
Broke niggas at the let out

[Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

[Outro: Jidenna]
I’m at the let out
I’m at the let out now
We tryna get out
We tryna get out now

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The White Stripes – Icky Thump

Ya he, icky thump
Who’d a thunk?
Sittin’ drunk
On a wagon to Mexico

Her hair
What a chump
And my head
Got a bump
When I hit it on the radio

Redhead senorita
Lookin’ dead
Came to, said
‘I need a bed’ in Espanol

So I gave ’em drink of water
I’m gonna sing around the collar
Well, I don’t need a microphone

Yeah
Icky thump
With the lump
In my throat
Grab my coat
And now it’s reckoned
I was ready to go

Yeah, I swam beside the hair
She had one white eye
One blank stare
Lookin’ up, lyin’ there

On a stand in her hair
Was a candy cane
Black rum, sugar cane
Dry eye
Somethin’ strange!

La la
La la la la la la la la la la la la

Well, Americans
What, nothin’ better to do?
Why don’t you kick yourself out?
You’re an immigrant too

Who’s usin’ who?
What should we do?
Well, you can’t be a pimp
And a prostitute too

Icky thump
Handcuffed to a bunk
Robbed blind
Looked around
And there was nobody else

Left alone
I hit myself with a stone
Went home
And learned how to clean up after myself

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Jidenna – The Let Out (feat. Quavo)

[Verse 1: Jidenna]
Every time I pull up at the let out it’s spectacle
Heard this shit was jumpin’ like the waterboard in Mexico
This the only time we on time and on schedule
Collars on the shirts, niggas tryin’ live respectable
Then I spot her with the fur and ice like a Eskimo
Stretchin’ all my carrots so I’m hopin’ that she flexible
Shawty swingin’ purses, and nigga swingin’ testicles
Eatin’ fat food, but we smokin’ on the vegetable
She lookin’ man, she lookin’ man
Go hook her man, go hook her man
And a lame tryin’ holler he a bum on a beat
He a Roger Moore nigga, and I’m a Sean Connery
I know, now you lookin’ at a man that’s on a mission
Blind sided ’cause your man ain’t got no vision
Enemies tryin’ pack us in the prisons
But we gon pack up in that old Honda Civic, yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Uh huh, and know I pray, yeah yeah
Why they lookin’ at the wave, yeah yeah
Ya’ll could bring it our way, yeah yeah
But I don’t know you want, I don’t know you want

[Hook]
Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I ain’t givin’ these niggas no points just a shut out
I bet I take your hoe right after they let her out
I’m the boss that hunt you walkin’ wit my chest out
I got 3 mill in cash stash it away in the guest house
I’m runnin’ so late, I’m runnin’ so late, I go get the money and shake
Soon as I pull up we run out the let out, we don’t got time to debate
Throwin’ cash off stage, supportin’ the minimum wage
Gotta let my wings fly, if you let me out the cage
If I ever go to jail, I’ma bail out
Then we gotta pipe it up at the let out
Latifa the queen we set it off
We don’t want the deal, the bet is off
Just throw me the ball we hit it off
You say we gon get where we started off

[Bridge]
Uh huh, and know I pray, yeah yeah
Why they lookin’ at the wave, yeah yeah
Ya’ll could bring it our way, yeah yeah
But I don’t know you want, I don’t know you want

[Hook]
Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

[Bridge 2]
Broke niggas met up at the let out
Gotta get in, we tryin’ get out
We used to meet up at the let out
On the phone [?]
Ohh, we can’t wait until they get out
We fresh as hell at the let out
Woah, we used to meet up at the let out
Woah, broke niggas at the let out

[Hook]
Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

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Blessings – Lecrae feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Lecrae – Blessings

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings.

Yah, yaaah, yahhh
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Line ’em up, line ’em up, line ’em up
Swear the sun shinin’ on me in my huddle
No matter the trouble surroundin’ us
They don’t see that it’s a lot of us
Everybody move anonymous
Won’t take that credit, I know where we get it
Them blessings be comin’ from God above
I was doin’ all kinda bad
Where the choir at? Tell ’em I need a verse
Hit the pew and tell God he’s first
Hit the studio to body a verse
I remember pushin’ mama’s little white Hyundai with no gas money
I just bought a car, cash money
I ain’t even tryna brag on it
I just tell it how it really is
I ain’t trippin’, they ain’t feelin’ this
I ain’t sayin’ I deserve nothin’
I’m just tryna talk about the benefits
I’ve been punchin’ in the clock
Tryna keep the kitchen stocked
Man it’s a blessin’ ’cause we ain’t ever had a lot
But all we need is all we got.

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings. (x2)

I put my mama in the crib, said, “Stop stressin’”
I put my girl in a brand new diamond necklace
She said she need more of my love and affection
‘Cause lately I’ve been workin’ harder than ever
She said, “Baby, you a boss, baby, clear your schedule
Dolla you a boss, let’s do somethin’ special
Take me on a PJ, we should go to Mexico
I’ve been down for you, boy since when the money was low”
Anything for my bae ’cause she a blessing
If you woke up this morning it’s a blessing.

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessings. (x2)

I took so many losses
Coulda lost it
Left ’em leakin’ like a faucet
Almost cost me
Everything that I got, all of my fam
Part of the plan
I was eatin’ fried bologna out of the pan
Y’all don’t understand
I was tryna get it
I’m in that studio tryna keep it pushin’
Petty pies, boy I kept ’em cookin’
All I needed was the Mary Mary
But the god in me was havin’ commentary, woo!
I got angels all around like Anita Baker
Blessings fallin’ in line, guess I need a taper
And every loss is a lesson
Tell my haters I confess
Treat ’em like the green bubbles on the iPhone
I probably never read the message.

If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Blessingsss.
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Oddisee – Like Really

[Verse 1]
Why you want to catch my eye, when you already know that I’m taken (nah like really)
How you past due on payments, and I’m seeing you on vacation (nah like really)
How you gonna make us great when we were never really that amazing (nah like really)
Take it back to what, I don’t find hanging black lives entertaining (nah like really)
How do you police the streets of a neighborhood you do not engage in (nah like really)
Why a brother get three for a sack while your brother go free for a raping (nah like really)
How you make a film about Egypt with all leading roles caucasian (nah like really)
How you saying all lives matter when the stats say we are not adjacent (nah like really)
Tell me if I got it all wrong, like I signed on the line but I didn’t read the form
And the fine print is all about the times we mourn, and the color of my skin means I gotta be strong
And your hand me down faith said if I was reborn, when I take my last breath that you’ll let me breathe on
And as of right now we could never be pals, so how are we supposed to get along (nah like really)
This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
Why am I forced to let it go, and clean your messes though (nah like really)
You take jobs to Mexico pay us less and lesser though (nah like really)
Promised to bring them back, and that’s how the problem gets the vote (nah like really)

[Hook]
Really (repeated)

[Verse 2]
I be on the grind all day, I don’t pay mind to the date (nah like really)
Missed call vibrate, I find most times it could wait (nah like really)
I don’t talk blue in the face, just to make movement in place (nah like really)
Out of breath watching other man steps and you wonder why you’re losing the race (nah like really)
I was sleeping on floors, making bread instead of bed on tour man (nah like really)
If you ain’t never cry about a loss, don’t speak about the situation you’re in (nah like really)
I ain’t got a big deal but I’m still a big deal & I feel important (nah like really)
Yeah you got a big deal running on a big wheel I ain’t with extorting (nah like)
Yeah I’m independent and I’m making hell of noise, and I’ll never let women make a Helen out of Troy
Got no suckers in the circle that pretend to be boys, I don’t lend them an extension I just sell them decoys
Chilling in the cut is when I’m really feeling voids, ’cause the movements getting muted and it really needs a voice
We’re just picking between the evils of the lethals and the liars
People tired and they really need a voice (nah like really)
This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
This that calm collected flow, done right, wrong correctional (nah like really)
Enough about peace & blessings bro I want that deeper message though (nah like really)
If you on top that surface, drop that lesson though, preach (nah like really)

[Hook]
Really (repeated)

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Marty Robbins – The Master’s Call

When I was but a young man, I was wild and full of fire
A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire
I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy went bad

I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
How many times we robbed and plundered, I could never tell
This kind of sinful living, leads only to a fall
I learned that much and more the night I heard my Master’s call
One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so
And started then out on the trail that leads to Mexico
When a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about
I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout
Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards from me
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
This time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name
So frightened I was thinking of sinful deeds I’d done
I failed to see the thousand head of cattle start to run
The cattle they stampeded, were running all around
My pony ran but stumbled and it threw me to the ground
I felt the end was near, that death would be the price
When another bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ
And I cried oh Lord forgive me, don’t let it happen now
I want to live for you alone, Oh God these words I vow
My wicked past unfolded and I thought of wasted years
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
And the others rushed on by me and I was left to live
The Master had a reason, life is his to take or give
A miracle performed that night, I wasn’t meant to die
The dead ones formed a barricade nearly six or seven high
And right behind it there was I, afraid but safe and sound
I cried in vain for mercy kneeling there upon the ground
A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free
No more to fear the angry waves upon life’s stormy seas
Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain
I learned that much and more the night the Saviour called my name

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Tory Lanez – Dopeman Go (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told em niggas I ain’t know
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of spliting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

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Lana Del Rey – Super Movie

Drop me off at the Copacabana
You my one true love, aren’t you man, ah?
I’m your little super 8 movie
You know I’m in love with ya truly, yeah
So when baby if you
Don’t get down (ah ah ah)
Don’t get down

Spin me round kiss me in your Chevrolet
I love you more with each and everyday
Its finally time to make a safe get away
I could not be happier
Drop me off Santo Casino
I got an idea, why don’t we go to Mexico?
Like we said we would and you don’t want to
But I think, I think it’d be good for you, Billy
You never want to do nothing anymore than die
Remember the days when you used to sway and you’d

Spin me around kiss me in your Chevrolet
I love you more with each and everyday
It’s finally time to make a safe get away
I love you baby

What happened to us me and you?
I was funny once and you were funny too
One day we woke up and we found we had grew
And only I wasn’t me
I had come out blue
And you, I don’t know what to make of you
You’re not a color, you’re more of a shape
Of your former self, like they say babe

I remember the days when you’d

Spin me around kiss me in your Chevrolet
I love you more with each and everyday
And I’ll continue always to keep that way

Yellow, red or blue
Don’t matter to me if you don’t matter to you
We just keep on trucking and see what we do and
I remember every way that you loved me baby

Spin me around kiss me in your Chevrolet, top down
Howlin’ Vegas all the way
We almost had it all didn’t we baby ah ha ha

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The Lox – Secure The Bag (feat. Gucci Mane & Infa-Red) (Filthy America/ It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce you to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half ‘fore I even ‘pose to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these super cops that’s out here tryna make they quota
As far as the pie, I need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a day
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way that I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, fuck out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses shit, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the niggas that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as shit but I’m an old head, who the fuck you talking to chump?
I got 10 bitches that’s bad, so tell ’em why you mad
You broke as fuck and you watching me, nigga that ain’t chasing no bag
Get on instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bitch cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never-ever-ever-ever-ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bitch, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that shit was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that shit was punted to me, Wop

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Bag coming, secure the shit
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest shit
That Medellin on some torah shit
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some shit
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon’ go hit Mexico
We gon’ get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on Meserole
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Niggas wild as Taliban, all my niggas blast scammers

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

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The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled)
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

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(Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half before I even post to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these….out here tryna make they quota
Need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a game
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 4)
Bag coming, secure the s**t
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
That man…on some torah s**t
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

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Kodak Black – There He Go Lyrics

[Hook]
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, “There he go!”
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

[Verse 1]
Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat I got that bass, ho
Boy I drop that shit that they be waitin’ for
I like the Beamer but I’m about to go cop a Wraith tho’
I done peeped your true colors, boy you a rainbow
I got Space Jams on my feet, I’m on the moon
I’m really lit, so I ain’t gotta use no auto-tune
Yeah, I’m the shit, but you know damn well I ain’t number two
I’m in this bih’ around some niggas who ain’t got nothin’ to lose
But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain
She know I love the head, I love that migraine
You ain’t never run off with a boss [?]
She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger

[Hook]
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, “There he go!”
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

[Verse 2]
These ain’t Ray-bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho
The way my niggas hit your block, you’d think it’s Halo
No more home invadin now, I’m on the radio
I don’t even like to fuck, I only want fellatio
I done jumped up to that bag, baby check my swag
Money fallin’ out my ass, I got a lot of cash
Ay, everybody runnin’, nigga got a gun
I ain’t makin’ beats but the Draco got a drum
I don’t wear no fuckin’ Yeezys, I got too much sauce
Like I don’t believe in Jesus how I triple cross
I ain’t even brush my teeth, but I’m on the block
I ain’t even brush my teeth, all I do is floss

[Hook]
Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, “There he go!”
Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco