She's A Killer Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
All dressed up in red
She’s a killer
Gonna knock ‘em dead
With the finger on the trigger
But she don’t tip-toe when she walks
And she don’t whisper when she talks
Because she got it like that
Yea, she got it like that

The first time we met
I said excuse me miss
And then she pulled me close
And killed me with a kiss

She’s a blonde haired, bombshell, long leg spider
Who’s been working on her web all day
She’s a blue eyed, smoking 9, 6 feet shooter
Who’s tryina make me obey

She’s a killer, she’s a killer
My baby is a killer, she’s a killer
And someone’s gonna die today

Do do do
Do do do
Do do doooo

She’s a movie star
A late night thriller
Always leaves her mark
Like a cold blooded murder
She got lips like loaded guns
So we all die one by one
Because she got it like that
Yea she got it like that

The first time we met
I said excuse me miss
And then she pulled me close
And killed me with a kiss

She’s a blonde haired, bombshell, long leg spider
Who’s been working on her web all day
She’s a blue eyed, smoking 9, 6 feet shooter
Who’s tryina make me obey

She’s a killer, she’s a killer
My baby is a killer, she’s a killer
And someone’s gonna die today

If you see her in the street
Look the other way
Cause she’ll take your heart, rip it apart
And put it on display
She’s got a filthy appetite
Don’t get in her way
She’s a crowd pleaser, a man eater
And always brings her parade

She’s a blonde haired, bombshell, long leg spider
Who’s been working on her web all day
She’s a blue eyed, smoking 9, 6 feet shooter
Who’s tryina make me obey

She’s a killer, she’s a killer
My baby is a killer, she’s a killer
And someone’s gonna die today


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Freakshow Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
Freakshow

Step right up (freakshow)
Hit the lights, turn it up, time to get a little love
Ayo
Tear it up, make it count
Tonight we’re gonna burn it down
Ayo

Ready, set, go
On with the show
Let me see this place explode
Every boy and every girl
Let’s make our voice heard around the world (voice heard around the world)

Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow
Tonight we’re gonna misbehave
Welcome to the nightmare, it’s okay to be scared
I know that you’ll be down at your game
So let me hear you scream (scream!)
Let me hear you shout (shout!)
Wanna raise the roof and shake the ground
Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow
Tonight we’re gonna misbehave
Welcome to the freakshow (freakshow)

Step right up, cross the stage
Let me see you go insane
Ayo
Raise your hands, touch the sky
Stop your feet, tonight’s the night
Ayo

Ready, set, go
On with the show
Let me see this place explode
Every boy and every girl
Let’s make our voice heard around the world (voice heard around the world)

Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow
Tonight we’re gonna misbehave
Welcome to the nightmare, it’s okay to be scared
I know that you’ll be down at your game
So let me hear you scream (scream!)
Let me hear you shout (shout!)
Wanna raise the roof and shake the ground
Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow
Tonight we’re gonna misbehave
Welcome to the freakshow
(it’s exciting to see)
Welcome to the freakshow
(you won’t believe)
Welcome to the freakshow
You’re all alive to me

Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow

Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow
Tonight we’re gonna misbehave
Welcome to the nightmare, it’s okay to be scared
I know that you’ll be down at your game
So let me hear you scream (scream!)
Let me hear you shout (shout!)
Wanna raise the roof and shake the ground
Welcome to the circus, welcome to the freakshow
Tonight we’re gonna misbehave
Welcome to the freakshow (freakshow)


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Timeless Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
Deeper
Falling deeper
Can't be rescued from your eyes
Restless
So damn restless
I won't let you off my mind
Timeless
You stand before me
Holding heaven in your hands

I, I'm not afraid
I can't explain
The way I'm feeling now
You, you fell from grace
Without a trace
My heart stopped bleeding on

Patience
Losing patience
I just want you by my side
Trust me
Why won't you trust me
Just take my hand tonight
Beautiful
You're so beautiful
You don't even realize

I, I'm not afraid
I can't explain
The way I'm feeling now
You, you fell from grace
Without a trace
My heart stopped bleeding on

I remember the day
When I first saw your face
The way you smile and just walked away

Yeah I remember the day
When I first saw your face
The way you smile and just walked away

Timeless
You stand before me
Holding heaven in your hands
Ohh

I, I'm not afraid
I can't explain
The way I'm feeling now
You, you fell from grace
Without a trace
My heart stopped bleeding on

I remember the day
When I first saw your face
The way you smile and just walked away

Yeah I remember the day
When I first saw your face
The way you smile and just walked away


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Ex-Girlfriend Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
Hey you, I saw you cross the room
I couldn’t get you off my mind
I know I might not have a chance
But baby I got all night

Just like a fantasy
Something be moving me
It’s like you’re meant to be mine
You never know so fast
I knew it wouldn’t last
It’s like a perfect crime
You told me nothing lasts forever

I want you, I need you
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?
It’s so true, I can’t keep you
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?
Why I’m not surprised when you’re breaking my heart?
So tell me
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?

Do you wanna be my? do you wanna be my?
Oh oh (ex-girlfriend!)
Do you wanna be my? do you wanna be my?
Oh oh (ex-girlfriend!)

You tell all your little friends
That I’m just another guy
I’ll say you could be the one
But I decide to say goodbye

You tell me you always knew
Love don’t always come true
I guess it wasn’t our time
But baby I can see
That you’re still into me
Let’s give it one more try
I know that nothing lasts forever

I want you, I need you
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?
It’s so true, I can’t keep you
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?
Why I’m not surprised when you’re breaking my heart?
So tell me
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?

Hey you, I saw you cross the room
I couldn’t get you off my mind
You said this will never work
But I don’t care if it don’t last forever

I want you, I need you
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?
It’s so true, I can’t keep you
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?
Why I’m not surprised when you’re breaking my heart?
So tell me
Do you wanna be my ex-girlfriend?

Do you wanna be my? do you wanna be my? do you wanna be my? (ex-girlfriend!)
Do you wanna be my? do you wanna be my?
Do you wanna be my? (ex-girlfriend!)


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Outta My Face Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
Yeah you, you think you’re gonna make a fool of me,
But it’s alright,
Yeah you, no, you don’t know the mess you made of me,
After last night,
You sold me the perfect dream,
Now it’s time to wake up, from this nightmare, poor me,
Yeah you got me where you want me but you don’t, don’t, don’t.

So get outta my face, sorry it’s too late,
Your words are a waste now, (now)
Yeah you think you’re so cool, treat me like a tool,
The tables have turned now, now,
I turn it up
Scream and shout it out, the bright life, right here, right now,
Get outta my way, I’m done with this chase,
Get outta my face now, now.

This, this life is the enemy and you bet it’s your fault,
You should know, those that kiss always kiss and tell,
And it finally showed,
Don’t tell me, it’s not like me, to be acting this way now,
Girl it’s over, I said see-ya,
You had me where you want me now you don’t, don’t, don’t.

So get outta my face, sorry it’s too late,
Your words are a waste now, (now)
Yeah you think you’re so cool, treat me like a tool,
The tables have turned now, now,
I turn it up
Scream and shout it out, the bright life, right here, right now,
Get outta my way, I’m done with this chase,
Get outta my face now, now, now.

Now it’s over,
Now it’s over,
Woah,

So get outta my face, sorry it’s too late,
Your words are a waste now, (now)
Yeah you think you’re so cool, treat me like a tool,
The tables have turned now, now,
I turn it up
Scream and shout it out, the bright life, right here, right now,
Get outta my way, i’m done with this chase,
Get outta my face now, now, now,
Get outta my face now, now, now,
Get outta my face now, now, now.


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Shut Up And Kiss Me Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
Out in the crowd, it's the middle of the night
Everybody's looking at you
Familiar faces but nothing seems to phase me
It's all about me and you
Yeah, the night is still young
We gotta have some fun
We'll leave it all behind now
I'm not saying I'm mister right
But leave without a fight
I gotta make a move somehow

Cause I don't wanna waste tonight
Let's turn out all the lights now
Make out on your bedroom floor
No I don't wanna say good bye
Wishing for the spot light
Missing on your bedroom floor

So shut up and kiss me
No need to tease me
You don't need to say no more
Shut up and kiss me
I know you're gonna miss me
Kissing on your bedroom floor

So what you think are we on the same page
Cause I don't wanna play the same game
So Roll a dice we don't need to think twice
You're gonna beat me every time we play

Yeah, the night is still young
We gotta have some fun
We'll leave it all behind now
I'm not saying I'm mister right
But leave without a fight
I gotta make a move somehow

Cause I don't wanna waste tonight
Let's turn out all the lights now
Make out on your bedroom floor
No I don't wanna say good bye
Wishing for the spot light
Missing on your bedroom floor

So shut up and kiss me
No need to tease me
You don't need to say no more
Shut up and kiss me
I know you're gonna miss me
Kissing on your bedroom floor

Let's save the best for the darkness
Give me just a little bit more
Don't say that you can resist me
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?

Tonight let's turn out all the lights now
Make out on your bedroom floor
No I don't wanna say good bye
Wishing for the spot light
Missing on your bedroom floor

I don't wanna waste tonight
Let's turn out all the lights now
Make out on your bedroom floor
No I don't wanna say good bye
Wishing for the spot light
Missing on your bedroom floor

So shut up and kiss me
No need to tease me
You don't need to say no more
Shut up and kiss me
I know you're gonna miss me
Kissing on your bedroom floor

Shut up and kiss me
No need to tease me
You don't need to say no more
Shut up and kiss me
I know you're gonna miss me
Kissing on your bedroom floor


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She Calls This Love Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
We fight for days and hours and weeks,
But still I wanna feel you,
You lie through bloodshot eyes, so weak,
But you know that I can see the truth,

And every day’s a war,
Keeping me blind, but keep in mind,
I see what lives inside these walls,
The flames of grey from what we used to be,
We used to be.

She calls this love, and I call it torture,
I don’t know why I waste my time writing this song for her,
We played this game, until I finally lost,
I’ve lived my mistakes, traded tragedy with grace,
But for what cost?
She calls this love.

Quit twisting my words to make me feel wrong,
And causing all this heartache,
And I can’t do this any more,
It’s gone now, it’s time to face.

And every day’s a war,
I’m so sick and tired of the tears we’ve cried,
You see, what are we fighting for?
We’re fuelling the fire of this sick desire,
Set me free, set me free.

She calls this love, and I call it torture,
I don’t know why I waste my time writing this song for her,
We played this game, until I finally lost,
I’ve lived my mistakes, traded tragedy with grace,
But for what cost?
She calls this love.

Fine then, you want me to leave?
Then we’re over!

She calls this love, and I call it torture,
(I call it torture)
I don’t know why I waste my time writing this song for her,
We played this game, until I finally lost,
(woah, oh oh)
I’ve lived my mistakes, traded tragedy with grace,
But at what cost?

She calls this love.


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Give Up The Girl Lyrics

Artist : MASTIN, REECE
Album : Beautiful Nightmare
I woke up this morning
And I couldn’t find no words to say
For the questions you’re asking
Cause I don’t even know where I am today

Cause she’s been taken prisoner for a weekend by her boyfriend
Cause he just landed on his flight from la
Do or take? it’s a tricky situation
Should I let it go or should I save the day?

It feels so heavy
Like a freight train hit me

Do we really know if we can be together?
Love is kryptonite cause it don’t last forever
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world

I wanna be your superman cause you’re my lois lane
But when the lights come up and they’re calling my name
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world
To go save the world

I tried to get away as soon as I could
Then I heard er call my name like I knew that she would
I grabbed er by the hand and I wouldn’t let go
10 stories high, a fire burning below
Then I saw the flashing lights and I heard the crowd
Knew there was a stage and it needed me now
It ain’t the life I chose, it’s just the life that chose me
If you love someone then you gotta set em free

It feels so heavy
Like a freight train hit me

Do we really know if we can be together?
Love is kryptonite cause it don’t last forever
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world

I wanna be your superman cause you’re my lois lane
But when the lights come up and they’re calling my name
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world
To go save the world

You’re a good thing, what do you think of your friends?
You’re loving that I’d wonder I feel so alive
You’re tryina hide, well you think I can’t see
I left you in the village, it should’ve been me

It might sound crazy
But it just drawns on me
Nothing good comes easy
This is how it should be

Do we really know if we can be together?
Love is kryptonite cause it don’t last forever
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world

I wanna be your superman cause you’re my lois lane
But when the lights come up and they’re calling my name
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world
To go save the world

Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world

I wanna be your superman cause you’re my lois lane
But when the lights come up and they’re calling my name
Sometimes you gotta give up the girl to go save the world
To go save the world


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10 Dollars I Found Lyrics

Artist : MATT & KIM
Album : Lightning
I’ll buy the next round
With 10 dollars I found
At the Nostrand stop
Surrounded by cops

Belt it out with me
‘Cause it’s cold in the streets
Laughter makes the sound
So don’t keep it down

Together we’ll change
Wash away in the rain
Friends just for the night
Or maybe for life

I’ll buy the next round
With 10 dollars I found
At the Nostrand stop
Surrounded by cops


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Let It Snow Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I've bought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bying,
But as long as you love me so,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!


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First Noel Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
The First Noel, the Angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

And by the light of that same star
Three Wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

This star drew nigh to the northwest
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest
And there it did both Pause and stay
Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Then entered in those Wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!


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Jingle Bells Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A sleighing song tonight

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
We got into a drifted bank
And then we got upsot

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh yeah

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh


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Holly Jolly Christmas Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Have a holly jolly Christmas
It's the best time of the year
Well
I don't know if there'll be snow
But have a cup of cheer

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet

Ho ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you
Kiss her once for me

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh, bygolly
Have a holly jolly Christmas
This year

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh, bygolly
Have a holly jolly Christmas
This year


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Winter Wonderland Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
Until the other kids knock him down.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland.


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Christmas In Heaven Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
December hasn't changed
This town looks the same
They still light that tree in the city square
There's red, white, and green shining everywhere
And I wish you were here
And I wonder

Is the snow falling down on the streets of gold
Are the mansions all covered in white
Are you singing with angels "Silent Night"
I wonder what Christmas in heaven is like

There's a little manger scene
Down on Third and Main
I must have walked right by it a thousand times
But I see it now in a different light
'Cause I know you are there
And I wonder

Are you kneeling with shepherds before him now
Can you reach out and touch his face
Are you part of that glorious Holy night
I wonder what Christmas in Heaven is like

Is the snow falling down on the streets of gold?
Are the mansions all covered in white?
Are you singing with angels "Silent Night"
I wonder what Christmas in Heaven is like


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Mary Did You Know? Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would one day walk on water?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would save our sons and daughters?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has come to make you new?
This Child that you delivered will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

Mary did you know.. Ooo Ooo Ooo

The blind will see.
The deaf will hear.
The dead will live again.
The lame will leap.
The dumb will speak
The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would one day rule the nations?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?
The sleeping Child you're holding is the Great, I Am.


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Christmas Comin' Round Again Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Baby sneezes
Mummy pleases
Daddy breezes in
So good on paper
So romantic
But so bewildering

I know nothing stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's coming around again
So don't mind if I fall apart
There's more room in a broken heart

You pay the grocer
Fix the toaster
Kiss the host Good-bye
Then you break a window
Burn the Souffle?
Scream the lullaby

I know nothing stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It's coming around again
So don't mind if I fall apart
There's more room in a broken heart

And I believe in love
But what else can I do
I'm so in love with you

I know nothing stays the same
But if you're willing to play the game
It will be coming around again
[Repeat and fade]


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O Holy Night Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!


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The Christmas Song Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way;
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is going to spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
A very Merry Christmas to you


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Santa Claus Is Back In Town Lyrics

Artist : MCCREERY, SCOTTY
Album : Christmas With Scotty McCreery
Well, it's Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well, it's Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling down
Well you be a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town
Got no sleigh with reindeer
No sack on my back
You're gonna see me comin' in a big black caddilac
Oh, it's Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town

Hang up your pretty stockings
And turn off the light
Santa Claus is comin' down your chimney tonight
Oh, it's Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well you be a real good little baby
Santa Claus is back in town


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Dreams & Nightmares Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
Ain't this what they've been waiting for?
You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin)
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flock
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone


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In God We Trust Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Intro:]
See most of y'all sucka ass niggas
wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!

[Verse 1:]
My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
Niggas ain’t bout it they talkin’ but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain’t got shit to lose
All my niggas is felons, all you niggas is tellin’
Sold your soul to them people, they gon’ get you to sell it
They gon’ get you to move it, they gon’ get you a buick
They gon’ get you a wire, like niggas gon’ use it
You gon’ tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin’ at the viewing, I guess it was upset

[Hook:]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin’ high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold
I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit
I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we trust

[Verse 2:]
Lotta niggas act Tony-like
Told them deez everything you heard but that’s your homie right
But he got killers lurkin’ outside at your home tonight
They gon’ hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that’s Kony right
Oh that’s Kony-like, everybody bleed
Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain’t get to leave
Feds takin’ pictures, niggas is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, shit the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I’m talkin fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can’t pay the bills, shit is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
MA spittin in them trays when they make yo’ meal
Niggas shittin’ out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is real
Niggas turn to Muslim, niggas turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try’n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain’t learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin’ bullshit, that coka ain’t swimmin’
It’s coming up short, no food on the fork
Niggas is catchin’ cases, niggas is goin’ to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Hey look, I’ma tell you like this
If you in school nigga, stay in school
If you got a job nigga, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin’ family nigga
Cuz this shit ain’t meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit
And then they start talkin’ that shit

[Hook]


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Traumatized Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Verse 1:]
It really hurt me when they killed Shotty
I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it
And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly
We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city
We was rockin' all them shows, fuckin' all them hoes
And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground
Downtown, I can hear the sounds now
When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down
I drop tears for my niggas that ain't here
And still think about you even though that it been years
Cause half the niggas that I grew up with is all dead
All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head
Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes
Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried
Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high
When I find the nigga that killed my daddy know I'mma ride
Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nigga
To let you know that I don't feel you nigga
Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized
You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Verse 2:]
And I ain't ready
Niggas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy
I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees
But I got this mac elevy, these niggas'll never get me
Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt
Niggas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth
Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth
Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt
I Rose from the jungle like Derrick
Death to anybody that oppose my spirit
My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at
We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish
Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss them to death
My hammer sing murda music, I'll let you listen to death
I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest
Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness
I'm gone

[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Verse 3:]
Man my life so real
Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills
Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil
And I make a hundred thousand every time a nigga spill
Man I almost got murked in front of the same church
My dad got carried in, family got married in
That was in my older days, this is now, that was then
Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion
Young nigga gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant
Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em
Lock 'em like a terrier
Breakin' all barriers
Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius
Cause cops tryna catch me, niggas tryna clap me
Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me
And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy
I did it for my niggas, and I did this shit for Kathy

[Hook:]
I know [x8]
You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide
I know [x8]
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga


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Believe It Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money
Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones
And I got work, I got work
And I got pills, and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team
And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so, and I say go
And they go ham, and I lay low
I drop that work off in that toaster
I let go of my eggo
And this for sale nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole nigga won't knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer thats mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I make ?? taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate that pussy can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga
That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes
I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
Niggas sellin' that China white
Fuck around with that Yao Ming
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white shit
Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young nigga Goldie
[?]
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rozay D-wade nigga


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Maybach Curtains Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Hook: John Legend]
Look how far we came
Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign
Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream
Through these Maybach curtains I see how life has changed

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I think I'mma dedicate this one
To all the people that thought I wouldn't make it here
Dreamchasers

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, it was all a dream
On the corner servin' all them fiends
Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team
The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings
Walked through the hall of a prison, now it's the hall of fame
And people got the nerve to ask why I wear all these chains
When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame
So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'
Put down on that Bentley truck, I used to want the Expedition
Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams
Cause in my hood, niggas try to smoke you just like nicotine
And this money shit ain't funny, all the shit it brings
You bound to lose your family and your friends, boy this shit is mean
And birthdays was the worst days
Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday
And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day
Stevie J all on the mic, he screamin' out my birthplace
Philly, we back!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm blunted - You wanna see life's meaning?
On the radio, Al Green, while Mom's cleanin'
Mom's singing along with the songs
And shortly I learned the words to 'em
Nerf balls, I threw 'em
But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus
Judgin' his own miracles, but he won't cause he automatic
I'm like an old blues singer living in the bottle
Whose wife left him in the bottom
Writing songs is how we solvin' the problem
My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs

Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist
Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is
Mystique like Sade
Soon as I enter people, point and see my anointment
I ain't tryna do too much
Same time, I ain't no bum nigga not doin' enough
But I ain't tryna do no dumb shit, chasin' my tail in a circle
I made it so I'm chillin' now
Transparent ceiling now


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The chorus cinematic, going back to Cali
Young street nigga, late 80's suede Bally's
Jewels like Rick the Ruler, looking like I ripped the jeweler
I could cut a check, make some people hit your shooter
Domino effect, you in that magic city
Where all they do is flex; call it Milli Vanilli
Coming from the bottom, my lil' nigga from Philly
Young legend outta Queens, take over city to city
Honor thou mother, go to war for my brother
Giving sufficient funds to significant others
Went from poor now women screamin' for my signature
More war came from the bottom so I know the war
Never worn, always on, y'all niggas luke warm
Talking cash over salads, heavy croûtons
Cuban Linx's equivalent to having suits on
Stretch Maybachs 'til they bring the coupes on

[Hook]


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Young Kings Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Verse 1:]
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
Cuz they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No hope for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Club 30, run dirty and it's top boy
Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo, before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO

[Hook:]
Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

[Verse 2:]
Crowns on my wrist and my head
And I’mma ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission
Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin’ white
Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

[Hook]


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Lay Up Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Verse 1 – Meek Mill]
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda
Money comin’ in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna

[Bridge – Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up

[Verse 1 Continued – Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I’d rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark
Cuz she was fuckin’ me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She mess our flavor, young boy get paper,
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish

[Hook – Trey Songz]
She know it’s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don’t miss (don’t miss), I don’t miss (don’t miss)
I don’t miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
Sittin’ back with this paper fallin’ in my lap
Feelin’ isolated nothin’ but them hundred stacks
When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust
Every night a different woman, fuck your money up
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up
Since I met her she can’t keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I’mma kill that pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin’ infinity pools
V12’s ain’t a thang, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Wale]
Homie picture me rollin’, all them bitches be on me
They be fishin’ for compliments, I’m just fishin’ off Boca
Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
So much over these [?] should have been on a poster
Infatuated to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes
When it come to showin’, I am working with totem pole
That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote
The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta

[Hook]

[Verse 4 – Trey Songz]
From the night to the morn’, yeah she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
Lay up, lay up
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
Lay up


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Tony Story (Pt. 2) Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold digging ass to get back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like, I never sent that
But she never told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking every law (LAW)
And Paulie on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle picking sides now
Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reach and fixing to get up on em
The gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid em
Them niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on em
He hit the alley, get a body he dipping on em
Said it's on now, try an kill em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking bout kicking in doors now
Momma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay shit
And show em how its done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
And it's on sight he dont give a fuck if the law come

So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin em they tryna hit em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with em
Youngin layin low he know paulie ain't playin thoe
There's money on his head and niggas is sayin go
But youngin he ain't scared, he cool as a fan thoe
He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn', paulie goin home
Windsheilds wiping, middle of the rain storm
And paulie he ain't slipping yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talking
And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walking
Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he tryna off em
Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigga squeezing, trying get em off em
Them shots ringing youngin squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in em
Walked down on em he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, you ain't learn from your brother nigga


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Who You're Around Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Intro: Meek Mill]
One Night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Y'all was like my brothers
I considered y'all as folks
And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts
Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope
Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first
And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first
Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt
Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost
I would have rolled for you even in the same herse
Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt
We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work
"B.H we straight," that was the motto my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga
I'm gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
And Dat Nigga Lil
Shit I can't believe you (not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do?
And when I came home I tried to feed you
And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too
Now when I ride by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said the money train coming, niggas missed it
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
They want more than my mother
More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em
I might have said things, I never said fuck em
But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard
Still sending earned money for his calling cards
Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all
Cuz none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet
None of y'all niggas send him pics yet
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rains, niggas get wet
Gone

[Hook]

[Outro: Meek Mill]
I still love niggas
But its like we just grew apart
If you don't grind, you don't shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
Gone


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Polo & Shell Tops Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
Yea, yea
I remember ...

[Verse 1:]
I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox
First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo & some shell tops
Cold world and they say hell's hot
But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop
Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna' get it, Dickie on and my fitted
Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I'm all with it
Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em' all nigga
I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga
Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese
Copper's lock me, beat me down like I was cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through they're old dreams
They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream
Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip
Homies murder other homies just to make a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna' take a hit
The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks

[Hook:]
This how it goes down in the jungle
Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble
Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door
And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble
I wanted Polo with some shell tops
I just wanted Polo and some shell tops
And I was out there tryna' sell rocks
Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

[Verse 2:]
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I use to load my gun before I went to school first
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, We was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em to close
That's why they call 'em close friends, you turn your back they move first
And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla
Running from the law, scuffing up my Prada's
Crack all in my draws, tryna' make a profit
All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money
To get my niggas right, My niggas for life!

[Hook]


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Rich & Famous Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Intro: Meek Mill]
Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like this
I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys
But, uh
The way I'm getting money
I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever
It's Double-M-G

[Hook: Louie V]
I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be?
I wanna buy your love, everything is on me
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?
I wanna buy your...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust
Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us
Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up
So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch
And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe
I think she called twice
Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights
And I can see it in her face she had a hard night
Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love
It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs
Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick
With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit
Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry Rice
And every time I'm in the building I ain't never like
She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals
Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shorty so pretty and that pussy so good
She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good
Till I slid all in it, started fucking her good
Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood
I slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growling
Friends wanting to fuck me because they like how I'm styling
But I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling
We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island
We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida
Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them
Tatted up, passports just to cross borders
She calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughter
Said I'm cooler than them other dudes
Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes
Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues
Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me
She was messing with me way before I had the money
You niggas playing games, I'm really getting mad money
Just to commentate, peep how I operate
I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate
I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state
Been getting money for a while, I don't know how to hate
They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura
Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora
Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter
And put her in the game, She ain't fucking with lames


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Real Niggas Come First Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Intro:]
Yea, see real niggas come first cuz we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets
And dope boys come second cuz money make the motherfucking world go round
And fly niggas come third cuz he might ain’t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building
Killin these streets nigga
Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis
Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast

[Verse 1:]
I come straight from the ghetto, I’m ballin hard as I wanna
And I’m thankful as ever, that we ain’t out on a coma
There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle
Cuz these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em
Niggas claiming they real, they wishing their gang official
They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle
Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slippin but I don’t walk in banana
I’m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don’t sell dough
But I spit that raw shit, it’s like I sell coke
Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go
Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow
Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things
Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame
Every month I buy a new car, a new chain
And I don’t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change

[Hook:]
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first (first), fat bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got purchase all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve

[Verse 2:]
I try to keep my bitches all on lay away (lay away)
And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today)
That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k
And I ain’t got no ice in it, rollin out the light tinted
So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
Niggas hatin on me (on me)
Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas, he is locked in with linguine
And that pussy smell like Fiji
Boy, I just go swimming
Everything but foreign from the porches to the women
Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it
Nigas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it
That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb
With that mailbox so in close with me, I’m picture red that I’m worth
Talkin late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearin that work
Go!

[Hook:]
Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first (first), fat bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
I got purchase all in my system and half a juice in syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve


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Burn Lyrics

Artist : MEEK MILL
Album : Dreams & Nightmares
[Meek Mill]
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in the Pjects
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steer the P-jet
Because we next and we flex like…

[Big Sean]
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I pray to god that you see me
I’m on the yacht getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chi chi's
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t CC'd
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all niggas was slackin
Remember the hard nights of me trappin
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch, I had one shot and ain't blow it
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Damn it's lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckin’ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl,
Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little Bitch…

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn…burn


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Rolex Lyrics

Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Yellowhite
[Verse 1:]
Murder, murder someone you never heard of
What you need to be scared of, pullin' your bitches skirt up
Swimmin' with womens surfs up, blue Jordan Air 1's Smurfed up
My breath stinks like I burped up, I'm dirty like a dirt truck
Freeway music sorry but I must emerge up
I always come first never place with the third cup
Don't act like you deaf nigga, I know you heard us
Thats why you shaking in your pants bitch, you nervous
I rhymes 'til I can't get no higher
Moth to the flame and I am the fire
Nick Cannon on my hip, right next to Mariah
Messiah, desire before I expire
We tie you in your home with the phone lines wired
Worked to tight, midnight rider
3 a.m. pull up right beside ya
(3 a.m. pull up right beside ya)
I live with bats like I'm a fuckin' Dodger
Neighborhood life right by Mr. Rodger
You niggas get more even and I get more odder
(You niggas get more even and I get more odder)

[Hook]
I run off winter time like a platinum Rolex

[Verse 2]
Eat my dust taste my auto fumes
Original swagger no autotune
Niggas hit the radio and they gettin' respect
I'm still dialing Power 106 calling collect
Express through music I explore myself
Self-made money, I employ myself
Contemplatin' suicide should I destroy myself
Or restore my health cause I support like belts
Pull up your trousers this world is Mario find a realm
And you up against Bowser

I'm sorry to the girls, fantasizing about me in your browser
My girls 'bout it, 'bout it, don't let her get roweled up
I count up every dollar that I get from the ground up
Cowboy with the rope and I gallop when I round up
Eight to ten I chase to win
Finish where I left off where do I begin

[Hook]


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Claustroflowbic Lyrics

Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Yellowhite
[Verse 1]
Fifty pull-ups on the pull up bar
When I hit award shows I wanna pull up a star
Tank on E, got no time to bump
So I'm running on fumes cause I live life once
Duct tape in the trunk of, my corrupted mental
Mood swinging lyrics like a woman on the menstrual
Gold line sleeping, Union Station, Metro
Skateboard push sneaks, high top retros
Special but can't blend in like a gecko
Fans running up asking me about my next show
Like, let me grab my friends and let's go
Rap is my passion, fuck tryna impress hoes
I reach for the stars like NASA moon walking
While you running ya mouths with ya goons talking
Backstage with Left Brain in my own 'Preme
And the haters is going to sleep, they gon' dream soon

[Hook: Left Brain]
I can't breathe I'm claustroflowbic
Give me space I'm claustroflowbic
Fame is a closet and I'm claustroflowbic
My breath, I lost it cause nigga I'm claustroflowbic

[Verse 2]
Left pinky in the brain
News to the strain, doggy to the dane, great
Tony the Tiger cereal boxes, I ate
Flip the quarter, it's two faced, two rows, two gates
Whichever I choose is a new fate
New love isn't new hate, she got a cute face
Bad attitude with a "How that cute taste"
Getting at her, spitting at her, yeah, how the boot taste
Gingivitis, toothache, mouthwash, toothpaste, breathing on 'em
Spitting hot flows like the heat is on 'em
Pretty hood like I Dickie wife beated on 'em
Teeming material like a cousin skeeted on 'em
Don't lie, don't hide, won't lie, won't die cause my music is alive
Don't lie, don't hide, won't lie, won't die cause my music is alive

[Hook]

[Outro]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale


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Game Lyrics

Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Blackenedwhite
[Verse: Hodgy Beats]
I don’t skate enough so why I got these vans on my feet
They maneuver like manure, caravans on my feet
Intruder come in and shoot you going HAM is my beat
Haters clap it out I cut em’ by their hands and their feet
Cooler than Coleman Coolers getting higher then Luna’s
I Jiffy Lube ya…. Bitch up gave her a tuner
I’m cartoon’d up, silly with the next scene
Sipping promethazine…. which is my best lean
Nigga ya best lean, is to lean back
And watch us blow green sacks on screen flats
Ok yo I get away like OJ yo
Fade away flow, oh, OJ Mayo

[Hook]
I’m Selfish I take everything
I’m creative I make everything
I switch it up the shits disgusting fuck disgusting
And Robitussin, I’m the bacteria
Virus, hidden infected like I did

[Verse: Tyler The Creator]
Mary had a little lamb
Tyler had a couple wolves
Oval had a couple edges
Push me till the trigger pulled
Not ridiculous, I’m fucking incredible
I’m doper than a blue magic tablet, inedible
Peter pretty Bitch I popped her pussy, til my pickle split
Kitty juice on pocket slick
Button-ups is cheetah prints
I’m a fucking animal
It’s obvious I see the shit
You haul wack shit; it’s obvious you need a lift
Spitting like a loose tooth
Booth full of poofcorn
Satan meats and unicorn
With some extra two horns
Thrusts say El-Wolf logo, comprende
Supreme shit was good if you’re wondering how my day went

[Hook]
I’m Selfish I take everything
I’m creative I make everything
I switch it up the shits disgusting fuck disgusting
And Robitussin, I’m the bacteria
Virus, hidden infected like I did


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Grill Lyrics

Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
Keep smokin'
Keep smokin'

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Bring something new to the table
And I don't want yams because I had some yesterday
But I can smoke grams blaze one almost everyday
And I will shake hands and make plans with a featherweight
Wolf Gang clan sold out when we set a date
Klux Klan burn the stage down let it marinate
Correlate circulate percolate a work of fate it hurts to hate
For me there's no surrogate
It brings the fucking food to the table
And if you get cheese make it provolone or parmesan
Roll the mary j kill the pain and my other vibe
Hold another dame and the main in my other arm such a charm
[?] filled with dro these bitchens blowin'
[?]

[Hook: x2]
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E

It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, get your money

[Verse 2: Left Brain]
Never been a buster nigga
I ride with them thuggish niggas
Mellowhigh, Loiter Squad
I ride with them ruggish niggas
Never fuck a bitch up in the bucket, she just suck a nigga
81 box chevy
Dirty seats, dirty sprite
Ridin' dirty through the night
Shining like some pearly whites
Lurking for the popo though
Fuck them punks
Exit out the way I'm a hit the Shake Junt
Hey my nigga G goes smoke 8 junts
Tear the bottle, full throttle, bad bitch
Still fuck with me i still fuck with ya'll
But we ain't fucking free, all my wolves eat feats
And we all flaw so we ball songs, ain't all talk
Sawed off, ya'll small talk
Big noise, big toys
Monstertruck, Dompster truck
Fuck the slut in dope and smut
Trash wang, that's what's up [x5]

[Hook x4]


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Astro Lyrics

Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I said niggas be takin' life too serious
I swear my music take lives - uh, period
Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids
Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh
They put a label on me but I see they're all clowns
That's why I talk English and think fast
Feel my words through the ink's last letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab
Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've been
Returning to visit again, me and my fuckin' friends
Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt
Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the fish first
For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme - that shit's worth
Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, mental ways
Dental place in my jaw for spitting raw just because
I like to floss my talent

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Think I'm-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's
And rock out with my cock out...
Like "who this kid think he is? "
It's just something I've seen Prince do
It's true...
No matter what, I'm showing up
Who gives a flying floating fuck
What people say, or think?
Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn't get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang's in this bitch...

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you
(When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up)
Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times
Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine
I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes
You can split them 10's up cause both these corners are mine
Let's fuckin' celebrate, Wold Gang confederate
We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin'
Cause we made it and we made it
And that is not an understatement (oh!)
I put that on the people that I stay with
Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship
Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc
We must be misbehaving
But the fans love it, they get the subject
Niggas claim be rappers but don't fulfil the substance
Fuckin rubbish, I'll dust quick
Nothing to fuck with, I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch

[Hook]

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I remember I first played tricks on my web shit
And he fronted on it like... nah that shit will never work
Ha ha ha, like what?

Family: these 2 wrists of mine
I had to make them gold
You gotta let me shine...
If you're a friend of mine
Ask any friend of mine
I'll never block your glow, won't curb your high
We be, in a place they never been
Hella Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban... Probably
We be in a place they never been
Hella Benz, for the hell of it
In Paris Paris Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban... Probably


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NFWGJDSH Lyrics

Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Hodgy Beats]
Keep runnin your mouth and forget to think
Niggaz runnin out of brink, money fuckin shrink
Go in a bar to get a drink and your card extinct
Go in your car to fetch some cream, paper colored ink
Money's good when it's good, a nigga gotta think
Through a foggy hazed mental, eyes bothered pink
I'm youn bitch, I ain't tryin to worry 'bout my cash
I buy weed - a lil' hash to keep in the stash
It's gettin greener where the grass up under my ass
I take a drink from the flask and dust off the ash
Strippers titties on the glass another dollar pass
Either she's with me to make it last or I'm leavin fast
I'm on my dick bitch, fuck what you're verbalizin
I'm rollin hemp, gettin higher to the horizon
See pretty women around the world and all of them smilin
They wanna see just a peek of America's idol

[Chorus]
People wanna known how I feel about a lot of shit
But I never give, information to these motherfuckers
Big blunts - rotation, I ain't steady hatin on another sucker
I put that on my brother's mother, I put that on my mother's mother
I put that on my cousin's mother, this for all my mother lovers
Take care of yo' family nigga
What material things aren't I bet you they can be nigga, uhh
I put that on my brother's mother, I put that on my mother's mother
I put that on my cousin's mother, this for all you motherfuckers

[Hodgy Beats]
I'm wide awake - up, I stay up
Lazy niggaz they lay up
I fuck my night and my day up
Smokin high nigga way up
I get chips do my lay-ups
Replay some don't delay much
Get my paper p-paper, get get my paper p-paper
Weed in hotel rooms boxin the whole floor
Liquor is gone go and get some more
Bitches with designer bags in couture
She know that I ain't from here bitch I'm on tour
London to Ja-pan, Australia and France
Go places people wish they had the chance
Blunts I face it be shaded like a lamp
MellowHype stars from that +Wolf Gang+ clan camp

[Chorus]

[Outro: repeat 8X with variations]
Mellow... Hype...


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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Hodgy Beats]
You gotta be present for the moment of momentum
Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom
I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance
Such a resemblance in the mirror I see a blemish
The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses
As of now, life is tennis at Venice
Such a breeze I can feel it
Rollin up my sleeves, put a little hash in it
Exceeding cash limits, if you got it ain't a bad image
I play the ball, motherfucker - not half a scrimmage
Your gimmicks just mimic cause you do not have an image
I'm sixty seconds past the minute
Cabbage lettuce, cash is fetish in me
I'm grabbin spinach, teah

[Chorus 2X: Hodgy Beats]
Heard about a nigga rappin? Yeah, that's just one of my bitches
(I'm) Sellin weed here trappin, that just one of my bitches
Clientele payin taxes, that's how I'm runnin my(/I run my) business
Stay the fuck off of my mattress, they sleepin on us niggaz

[Hodgy Beats]
Got my own flow, spend my own dough
Drive my own car, fuckin grown hoes
For these four-ohs, for these lil' bros
And my door know, teachers don't know
Vul-ner-able, shoot a porno
Losin wardrobe, your body foreclosed
When the doors closed, the mask of Zorro
Her ass is moreso, a comedy
I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from all of them vomiting
Fuck commenting, I'm committing
Taking off, rocketing while profit pocketing
Hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em king, not fosters out the ring
Boom bada bing, I gotta sing, you should fuckin honor me
All these collard greens, dollar greens
Presidents holla scream, prophesies
Roll up and watch the leaves germinate, regurgitate
First you like it then you love it; third is hate

[Chorus w/ pauses between lines on second repeat]


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