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Dj Khaled – Down For Life Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Down For Life Lyrics

[DJ Khaled & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
DJ Khaled!
Another One!
We the Best Music!

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Future:]
P-A-I-D N F-U-L-L
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops
Yeah, f**k 12
Roll it up tight, then put it in a L
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
I used to get down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K on an amateur
I get 100K out a bag
I spent 100K on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB
I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Ya money nigga no PG, Slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, We made a film in ’80s
Here come another one, Khaled
Here come another one, Khaled

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you
Niggas love to hate
Bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you
I can’t lie, I can’t lie
You’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill ’em if they say some
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (Straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Rick Ross:]
The season success
6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle
Then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers
Just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill
Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Kodak Black:]
Tell me you ready
Baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second
Won’t take you for granted
I’mma treat you like the fed-ex
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check
And that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet
She wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental
I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you f**king with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[DJ Khaled, Rick Ross & Travis Scott:]
It’s We The Best for life (Straight up)
DJ Khaled, We The Best Music
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
Another one

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DJ Khaled – Down For Life (feat. Partynextdoor, Future, Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Kodak Black) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled!
Another one!
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Whoa, can’t let you roll
I’ll let you know that’s she’s the one, not the two
Yeah yeah yeah, shade without the H
Most think we smooth with this young nigga attitude

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
P-A-I-D in F-U-L-L (Super)
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops, yeah, fuck 12
Roll it up tight then put it in the air
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
Icing you down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo your caliber
24k on an amateur, I get 100k out a bag
I spent 100k on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB, I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Young money nigga no PG, slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, we made a film at AMC’s
Here come another one, Khaled; here come another one, Khaled
(Another one)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR, DJ Khaled & Travis Scott]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah (yah, yah, straight up)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you (yah!)
Niggas love to hate, bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you (straight up)
I can’t lie, I can’t lie, you’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill shit if they say some’ (yah!)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The season success, 6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle, then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers, just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill; Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR, Kodak Black & Rick Ross]
Just be down for life (Kodak) just be down for life (Kodak)
Just be down for life, I’mma be down for life (Kodak)
I’ll be down for life (woo) just be down for life (woo)
And just be ready, you with it (woo), yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
Tell me you ready, baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second, won’t take you for granted
I’ma treat you like the fetty
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check, and that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet, she wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental, I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you fucking with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Travis Scott]
Khaled!
It’s We the Best for life (straight up)
DJ Khaled!
We the Best Music!
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
(Another one)

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Future – Sorry (Hndrxx Album)

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t really tryin’
I ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 1]
I was in the U.K. thinkin’, shit don’t feel the same
Addy got me daydreamin’, hope I ain’t goin’ insane
Hard to say you care about me, when this mink draggin’ to the floor
Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home
I breathe the air she breathes
It’s hard to breathe on my own
It’s somethin’ ’bout infidelity
Make me check every single stone
Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew
‘Cause I’ve been gettin’ fly, since Evisu
Made her spit sides in Ibiza
I can get you off in Belgium
Diamonds shining off very seldom
Grab a couple chicks, then nail them
Take ’em to the hood, then sell them
Fam come first, you never fail them
Rebellious, always respect my elders
That’s why I might treat you like I’m careless
Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby
If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real
Pack was too small, I ain’t have it vacuum sealed
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil’
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame change, a ho loves the way I give
Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal
Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 2]
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that’s a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga usin’
Grab the .50 carbon, hit him with the tool
I’m not tryna argue, I got issues
You see what I’ve been put up against, baby
You see why I’ve been tryna make the rent, baby
Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby
Dime rose, ’bout to get lynched, baby
It’s hard to caress you
All your bad energy, it’s hard to bless you
Commercial flights gettin’ too hectic
V12 motors, my confession
Tryna identify, you look sketchy
I’m a real nigga, it’s hard to accept me

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 3]
Hot tenderoni, Bobby Brown ooh
Child is so phony, I got somethin’ to prove
Work every day like I got somethin’ to lose
Oxycont’ got me flown up, nothin’ new
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Money stand up and it got me seduced
I got that hot dope, but I got that boost though
Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole
These bitches some thot hoes
I hit the lotto in South Africano
Yacht party, sittin’ at the dock of the condo
Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto!
Better come with a combo
Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana
Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, Mufasa
I don’t know Spanish, I barely talk proper
It became problems when I didn’t send flowers
King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher
Goshies and Rollies, yeah fuck all the police
Shout out my woadie, he smashin’ the C.O
My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo
We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru
Pimp like a rollin’ stone, high when I greet you
Diamonds just fall on you, effortlessly ball on you
L-O-to-V-E, I hope you get greedy
Chasers do numbers, man chains is on Fiji
Kidnapped your heart ’cause you gave it too easy
Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Geezy
Shout out to DiDi, got goonies on speedy
She like it rated, ain’t nothin’ ’bout her PG
I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian? Super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up and made it
Long as my dawgs here, bitches betrayed me
Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known it
I turned the pages, heavily sedated
Too many clone me, too many phonies
Armani on me, you never warned me
How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?
Gold chains and rings, they’re so easily gettin’ offended
Spendin’ all your show money tryna keep up with my image
Fuck around, take a O from me, and never give a penny
Fuck y’all, I skrrt off ’cause everything shitty
I hit my first model, stepped up my pimpin’
Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed
Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city
In and out of time zones, runnin’ up a billi’
Indian Cherokee, clarity, shinin’ is therapy
Mami Israeli (Mami Israeli)

[Chorus]
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna…

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Future – Sorry Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t really tryin’
I ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 1]
I was in the U.K. thinkin’, shit don’t feel the same
Addy got me daydreamin’, hope I ain’t goin’ insane
Hard to say you care about me, when this mink draggin’ to the floor
Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home
I breathe the air she breathes
It’s hard to breathe on my own
It’s so not different than the tea
Make me check every single stone
Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew
‘Cause I’ve been gettin’ fly, sippin’ diesel
Made her spit sides in Ibiza
I can get you off in Belgium
Tryna shine me off very seldom
Grab a couple chicks, then nail them
Take ’em to the hood, then sell them
Fam come first, you never fail them
Rebellious, always respect my elders
That’s why I might treat you like I’m careless
Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby
If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real
Pack was too small, I ain’t have it vacuum sealed
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil’
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame change, a ho loves the way I give
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 2]
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that’s a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga usin’
Grab the .50 carbon, hit him with the tool
I’m not tryna argue, I got issues
You see what I’ve been put up against, baby
You see why I’ve been tryna make the rent, baby
Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby
Dime rose, ’bout to get lynched, baby
It’s hard to convince you
All your bad energy, it’s hard to bless you
Commercial flights gettin’ too hectic
V12 motors, my confession
Tryna identify you, you look sketchy
I’m a real nigga, it’s hard to accept me

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 3]
Hopped in the ‘Rari, by the ground, ooh
Child is so phony, I got somethin’ to prove
Work every day like I got somethin’ to lose
I’m sick, I got me flown up, nothin’ new
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Money stand up and it got me seduced
I got that hot though, but I got that loose though
Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole
These bitches some thot hoes
I hit the lotto in South Africano
Yacht party, sittin’ at the dock of the condo
Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto
Better come with a combo
Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana
Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, Mufasa
I don’t know Spanish, I barely talk proper
Implicate problems when I did send flowers
King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher
Goshies and Rollies, I fuck on a police
Shout out my woadie, he smashin’ the CO
My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo
We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru
Built like a rollin’ stone, high when I greet you
Tryna just stall on you, efficiently ball on you
L-O-to-V-E, I hope you get greedy
Chasers do numbers, man chasers on VG
Couldn’t have your heart ’cause you gave it to easy
Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Jeezy
Shout out to DD, got goonies on speedy
She like it rated, ain’t nothin’ ’bout her PG
I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian, super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up and made it
Long as my dawgs and bitches betrayed you
Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known that
I turned the pages, heavily sedated
Too many clone me, too many phonies
Armani on me, you never warned me
How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?
Gold chains and rings, they’re so easily gettin’ offended
Spendin’ all your show money tryna keep up with my image
Fuck around, take a whole [?] and never give a penny
Fuck y’all, I skrrt off ’cause everything shitty
I hit my first model stepped up my pimpin’
Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed
Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city
In and out of time zones, runnin’ up a billi’
Indian Cherokee, clarity
Shinin’ is therapy, money is ready
Money is ready

[Chorus]
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna…