Day: September 9, 2019

EARTHGANG – Tequila Lyrics

It’s not a good deal, homie, you left out of your own dealings
So give me my card and wipe your feelings, nigga, take a shot
[Chorus: Doctur Dot, Johnny Venus, and Both]
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila
Guess I’ll make you a believer (Uh)
Oh, okay
I’ma see you when I see you
No? Adios (Uh)
Guess I’ll see you when I see you (Uh)
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
Now is anyone hearing some kind of static on the mainline? Adios
Guess I’ll see you when I see you
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila (Wow)
I’ma see you when I see you (See you when I see you)
Oh, okay (Okay)
Tried to make you a believer (Tried to make you a believer)
No? It ain’t mine
I’m not seriously here to be clearin’ it up for the eighth time
It’s game time
Now it’s obviously tequila o’clock
The gang down to Earth, got my feet on the block
Now that agave got me sloppy in the parking lot
I won’t stop, can’t stop
How does it feel to stress yourself out? Adios (Whoa)
Guess I’ll see you when I see you (See you when I see you)
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila (Uh)
I’ma see you when I see you (See you, shit)
Oh, okay (Okay)
Tried to make you a believer (Tried to make you a believer)
No? Adios (Whoa)
Guess I’ll see you when I see you (See you when I see you)
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila (Uh)
I’ma see you when I see you (See you, shit)
Oh, okay (Okay)
Tried to make you a believer (Tried to make you a believer)
No? Adios (Uh)
Guess I’ll see you when I see you (Uh) Play this song
[Intro: Doctur Dot]
Yeah
[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila
Guess I’ll see you when I see you
Oh, nah
I’ma make you a believer
Oh, adios
Guess I’ll see you when I see you
Good God, more stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila
Guess I’ll see you when I see you
Oh, adios
Tried to make you a believer
Oh, adios
Guess I’ll see you when I see you
[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Cold sweats, wide awake
Bloodstains on my pillowcase
OMG, not okay
Rode the gas, meditate
Me and Venus, life for dealin’ shade
Come in mamacita, throw that thing my way
Oh, let the record play
Oh, I just cut the snakes
Seen lil’ boy take his last breath
Where my lil’ brother took his first, it fucked me up
Life was full of catchy hooks and upper-cuts
Used to hit them open mics at Crystal Club
That’s my job, ’cause I was workin’ high as fuck
The sun is slowin’ down, the stars is linin’ up
And all my old bitches tryna keep in touch
It’s funny how I took my time to beat the rush
[Chorus: Doctur Dot and Johnny Venus]
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila
Guess I’ll make you a believer
Oh, okay
I’ma see you when I see you
No? Adios (Yeah)
Guess I’ll see you when I see you (Uh)
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Bottom of the bottle
Allocate my problems
Drownin’ in my own shit
Deliver coffee when you gon’ quit
Read it off your tombstone
Here lies a bunch of lies
Just the type to move on
Million memories to chew on
Kumbaya, kumbaya
Yellin’, runnin’ through the tombs, through the days
Solo dolo, no delays, who to say
Got my message in the glass, no delays
Young Catacomb
Shawty, we a long, long way from home
Shawty, if you rich right, you gon’ die too
We a long, long way from Rome, shawty
[Chorus: Doctur Dot, Johnny Venus, and Both]
Good God, so stressed
Perfect day to drink tequila
Guess I’ll make you a believer (Uh)
Oh, okay
I’ma see you when I see you
No?

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Alessia Cara – Like You Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
[Verse 1]
Almost made me lose my cool for a minute
Almost forgot who I am for minute
Almost forgot that you should count all your lucky stars
That you ever even had me for a minute (Woo)
[Pre-Chorus]
I mind my business and I still get burned (Still get burned)
But it’s only painful if I let it hurt (Let it hurt)
Go ahead and fill up all your voids with parts of her
I won’t be holding my breath
[Chorus]
You said, “I’m happy that I found you” (Happy that I found you)
But, boy, you went in for the kill (For the kill)
You said, “I’ve never, ever, ever met a girl like you” (Boy)
And, boy, you never will (Never will, never will)
Boy, you never will
[Post-Chorus]
Da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da (Woo)
[Verse 2]
No one’s gonna see you and hear you and feel you quite as well
Don’t tell me you can’t tell
How can you notice what a real thing is
If you don’t even know yourself? Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Go mind your Ps and Qs, I’ll mind my own (Mind my own)
But don’t you come knocking when you’re alone (You’re alone)
‘Cause I have been pushed as far as I can go
And I won’t hold my breath
[Chorus]
You said, “I’m happy that I found you” (Happy that I found you)
But, boy, you went in for the kill (For the kill)
You said, “I’ve never, ever, ever met a girl like you” (Boy)
And, boy, you never will (Never will, never will)
Boy, you never will
[Bridge]
You won’t get any of my tears, no, not this time
Lucky for you, I have been hurt enough to know I’ll be fine
[Pre-Chorus]
I mind my business and I still get burned
I’m too young to care, too old to let it hurt
I am not a second choice if I’m not the first
So don’t hold your breath
[Chorus]
You said, “I’m happy that I found you,” yeah (Happy that I found you)
But, boy, you went in for the kill (For the kill)
You said, “I’ve never, ever, ever met a girl like you” (Boy)
And, boy, you never will (Never will, never will)
Said, boy, you never will (Never will, never will)
Boy, you never will (Da-da, da-da, da-da)

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FKA twigs – Home With You Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I’m so wired for it, seen it, tried it
I’d die for you on my terms
When I get my blessings
When will I get my lessons learned? [Pre-Chorus]
The more you have the more that people want from you
The more you burn away the more the people learn from you
The more you pull away the more that they depend on you
I’ve never seen a hero like me in a sci-fi
So I wonder if your needs are even meant for me
I wonder if you think that I could ever raise you up
I wonder if you think that I could ever help you fly
Never seen a hero like me in a sci-fi
You’re my savior, my revival it belong to you
Mary Magdalene would never let her loved ones down
[Chorus]
I didn’t know that you would love me
If you’d have just told me I’d be home with you
I didn’t know that you would were lonely
If you’d have just told me I’d be right down the hills to you
[Verse 2]
When I vision eyes
All I see is black
Ground me to the core
Just a little more
Get it on, I know I’ve been gone
You’ve been all alone
Stoking at the fire
Set the place alight
Call me late at night
And I’ll be running home to you
[Chorus]
I didn’t know that you would love me
If you’d have just told me I’d be home with you
I didn’t know that you would were lonely
If you’d have just told me I’d be right down the hills to you
I’d be running down and down, the hills to be with you
Home
I’d be running down the hills to be with you
I never told you I was lonely too
[Instrumental Outro] Apples and cherries, pain
Breathe in, breathe out pain
No, no, novocaine
Still maintain my grace
How come?

Categories: Music

Juice WRLD – That’s a 50 Lyrics

Get hit off the block
Hellcat ridin’ ’round the block (Slatt)
Juice spit [?] get popped (Yeah)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD &Playboi Carti]
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50 (Hold up, yeah)
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (I put them racks up)
My clip hold like 50 (I put them racks up)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Groupie showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah) Play this song
[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh (Oh, oh)
Oh, ho (Oh)
Yeah
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah)
Groupies showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, huh)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh, huh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh, huh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh, huh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, huh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Bank account on 50
I ain’t talkin’ 50 thousand
I get your girl so damn wet, her pussy like a fountain
In the club I got my .40, nigga, fuck a bouncer
That lil’ bitch a basketball the way her ass be bouncin’
Ya dig, the lil’ bitch gon’ swallow my kids
If you fuck with me, or with my money
I promise you we gon’ be up in your crib
Uh, yeah, we runnin’ in your shit, no runnin’ out
Yeah, my money long, it ain’t no runnin’ out
Run it up, run it up, on they ass
Get the cash, secure the bag, secure the bag, make it fast
Chi-Town put it on the map, put it on the map like a Jordan fan
Choppa like a fan, burn ’em like a tan
Bro gon’ kill your mans (Ah)
So I ain’t gon’ fight your man
It’s a wrap when I come through, no saran
I’ma pull his bitch like a card from a poker hand
Bullets flyin’, make ’em dance
Hokey Pokey on they ass
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Playboi Carti]
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, yeah)
Groupies showin’ me love (What up), they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, hold up, yeah)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
50 round drum gon’ burst
Double Cs all on her purse
Ain’t tryna fuck with no Perky
Bitch can’t fuck on the Perk
Big Backwood that sherbet
Smokin’ that herb
I dress like this on purpose
You know I got work
Ridin’ ’round town with the Birkin
.38 Glock
Ridin’ ’round town with a Birkin
Watch your motherfuckin’ flop
Don’t fuck with no cops
Never can’t fuck with no cop
Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a cop
Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a opp
Beanbags all I did
Like a motherfuckin’ lot
Wanna’ try me and my friend?

Categories: Music