Day: September 14, 2019

Skizzy Mars – Gift and a Curse Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus: Skizzy Mars]
I miss you, just a little
But I don’t want you caught up in the middle of my lifestyle, it’s a devil
So I left you first, that’s a gift and a curse
I miss you, just a little
But I don’t want you caught up in the middle of my lifestyle, it’s a devil
So I left you first, that’s a gift and a curse
[Verse 1: Skizzy Mars]
Told you things but I never follow the things I say
Things were going good, once I had you it went the other way
Had you on my side, had you flying, you almost levitate
Now you the things we do crazy, that shit was everyday
Ice cold, dripping
Clicquot sipping
Top floor living
I can’t give in
I know this lifestyle is crazy and you can’t handle that
I told you things and I meant ’em, I had to take ’em back
[Chorus: Skizzy Mars & Yung Pinch]
I miss you, just a little
But I don’t want you caught up in the middle of my lifestyle, it’s a devil
So I left you first, that’s a gift and a curse
I miss you, just a little
But I don’t want you caught up in the middle of my lifestyle, it’s a devil
So I left you first, that’s a gift and a curse (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Yung Pinch]
Yeah, I’m a gift and a curse if you ain’t know (If you ain’t know)
I took you places where these haters say we can’t go (They say we can’t go)
But that was way before my life had finally changed though (Finally changed though)
Wish I could throw it all away [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Cause I miss you just a little
Got me feeling like the monkey in the middle
And I say it don’t hurt but it only gets worse, yeah
[Chorus: Skizzy Mars]
I miss you, just a little
But I don’t want you caught up in the middle of my lifestyle, it’s a devil
So I left you first, that’s a gift and a curse
I miss you, just a little
But I don’t want you caught up in the middle of my lifestyle, it’s a devil
So I left you first, that’s a gift and a curse

Categories: Music

Roddy Ricch – Cut These Demons Off Lyrics

These niggas can’t be my opponents
[Chorus]
I was sleepin’ in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my nigga to a high speed chase, it’s traumatising
I remember prayin’ to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these niggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
Niggas try to ride the wave, this ain’t Noah’s Arc
I’m a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start Play this song
[Intro]
Sonic
[Chorus]
I was sleepin’ in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my nigga to a high speed chase, it’s traumatising
I remember prayin’ to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these niggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
Niggas try to ride the wave, this ain’t Noah’s Arc
I’m a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start
[Verse]
I was in the poor parts, ridin’ with the blicky, blicky
I had to get my hands dirty, they got sticky, sticky
We tryna make the cornbread like it’s Jiffy, Jiffy
My bitch got rose stones round her neck like she Nefertiti
Niggasas talkin’ down on me, fuck the chatter
Realest niggas in the city, they mad at us
These niggas gon’ politic on me just to get their status up
And I never needed a nigga, all I needed was my accomplishments
He ain’t even pop the stick, lil’ nigga why you poppin’ shit? Ballin’ like I’m Scotty Pippen, the streets, I got lock on it
Found a wave and hopped on it
Down, ain’t got no top on it
It feel good when you poppin’, don’t it?

Categories: Music

Robin Schulz – Rather Be Alone Lyrics

‘Cause I can’t take my eyes
Off what you’re sitting on
Hey, my guess is that you want what I want
And you know what I want
Hey, it’s time to wrap it up, send them home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
(Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home)
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
(Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby) Play this song
With every little sip
I’m envious because
Wish I was on your lips, ooh-ooh
I’m jealous of the wind
That’s running through your hair
And all over your skin
Hey, my guess is that you want what I want
And you know what I want
Hey, it’s time to wrap it up, send them home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
You got me in the mood
So you can’t blame me now
For trying to clear the room
Are all my manners gone?

Categories: Music

MadeinTYO – Stop Calling Lyrics

Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)
[Verse 3: Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top, boy, don’t stop (Tay)
Thirty bands, it look like it’s a lot (Okay)
He want everything that I got, I’m everything she not, ayy
I pulled up and bought the lot (Bitch), what you thought? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (Ain’t never what)
Why you cheating, girl? (Where her what?)
Oh, this your shit? Phone on lock (Skrrt, bitch)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Phone on lock (Phone on huh?)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt) (What’s up with big bro? Play this song
[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ooh)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Ah-hah)
(Money)
[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ayy, ayy)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Huh (Where you at, bitch?)
I need, I need, I need some of that (The top, bitch)
And I’m tryna hit it from the back (From the back, bitch)
Hit it, hit it, hit it like I can’t (No more, bitch)
Money calling, who is that? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, Tay Money)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh, work it, work it, woah)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ top)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Bitch, where you at? (Hold up, I got racks)
Uh, racks on my line and in my pants (Goddamn)
Uh, now I gotta get more rubber bands (Get more rubber bands, damn)
Fuck this shit in my fitted, word to Cam (Get to fuckin’)
Because…
[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Key Glock]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Right now)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Ayy, you gon’ have to show me though (Money)
Yeah, you cool but what’s up with your homie, bro? Phone on lock (Skrrt, yeah)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I’m makin’ money (Yeah)
Laughin’ to the bank, ain’t nothin’ funny (Racks, racks, racks)
Ooh, pockets on Big Boi (Ooh)
Move smooth, yeah, feel like Leeroy (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to that bread feel like a D-boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put you on your head, feel like a B-boy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, yeah, that’s a fact
Booty hang on thighs, ass fat (Wam, wam, wam, ooh)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Hello? (What she what?)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, where her Birkin though? (Dumbass)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, what she workin’ for? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl?

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Halsey – Graveyard Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
It’s crazy when
The thing you love the most is the detriment
Let that sink in
You can think again
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and
You’re nothin’ but skin
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running
[Chorus]
They say I may be making a mistake
I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard (No, oh)
[Verse 2]
You look at me (Look at me)
With eyes so dark, don’t know how you even see
You push right through me (Push right through me)
It’s gettin’ real
You lock the door, you’re drunk at the steering wheel
And I can’t conceal
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I’ve been diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running
[Chorus]
They say I may be making a mistake
I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
[Bridge]
Oh, it’s funny how
The warning signs can feel like they’re butterflies
[Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

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Ghost – Mary on a Cross Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1: Papa Nihil]
We were speeding together down the dark avenues
But besides all the stardom, all we got was blues
But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go
We were scanning the cities, rocking to pay their dues
But besides all the glamor, all we got was bruised
But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go
[Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that
[Verse 2: Papa Nihil]
We were searching for reasons to play by the rules
But we quickly found out it was just for fools
Now through all the sorrow, we’ll be riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go
[Pre-Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a…
[Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Your beauty never, ever scared me, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that
[Outro: Papa Nihil]
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross) Nothing wrong with that
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross) Nothing wrong with that
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross)
(Mary on a) Mary on a cross

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French Montana – Suicide Doors Lyrics

(Who got that work?)
Who got that work? Play this song
[Intro: French Montana]
La música de Harry Fraud
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh
[Chorus: French Montana]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Who got that work? Choppin’ down the work, dime a piece
My diamonds jumpin’ like Dominique (Bling)
Water blue ice, rest in peace to Eazy (Skrrt)
Choppin’ down an onion, my eyes Filipin’
[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
[Outro: French Montana]
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh (Who got that work?)
Came out the dirt (Came out the dirt)
I move that work, dawg
Your pockets hurt (Your pockets hurt)
My car got curtains (Dawg)
Her pussy squirt (Her pussy squirt)
I fucked her like a dog
Bought her pink diamonds ’cause my bitch look like a doll (Doll)
Her head so good, made me overlook all of her flaws (Flaws)
Don’t panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars (Cars)
Tell Elliot this water that I wear could look like Voss (We got that work)
I’m in Fiji, drippin’ ‘cross the globe (Box that work)
Minks and chinchillas on my niggas and my hoes (We got that work)
Yeah, took the top off for the winter like I’m Hov (We got that work)
Yeah, put the vibes all in the Sprinter for the road (Road)
Ain’t no switchin’, all my niggas stickin’ to the code (Code)
My man ‘dem, that’s my main man, get this shit in by the load (Load)
Told her put that cocaína color on her toes (On her toes)
And the bitch backed up with suicidal doors
[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Before I chase a ho, I hug my baby close
Right before you blink your eye, I’m on a different coast
I’m on that pot, wrist Lucas
I direct the movies
Phantoms from the hoopties
Hah, that cash money, Juvie
That’s a wrap, doobie
I’m on the hills, Fugee
Drop top on roofies
Caesar pals with Judas, hah
Hey, you know that boy check fatal (Hey)
Why you think his face like a bagel?

Categories: Music

Meghan Trainor – GENETICS Lyrics

(Bod)
Is it from God? G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S (Ayy)
[Outro]
My genetics (Ayy)
My genetics (Is it from God?)
My genetics (Oh)
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S (Ayy)
My genetics (Ayy)
My genetics (Is it from God?)
My genetics
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S (Is it from God?)
Did you work real hard? Tell me, is it all fake? (Is it all fake?)
Made in LA? Made in LA? Play this song
[Intro]
My genetics
My genetics
My genetics
G-E-N-E-T-I-C
[Verse 1]
Beauty queen since 17
At least to me, I was born with it
Maybelline is good to me
But I believe I was born with it
[Pre-Chorus]
I work and work and work and
I’ve been working on myself
But I can’t take cred cause it’s from somebody else
Watch me work and work and work and
I’ve been sweating on myself
All them boys, all them girls, make ’em stop
[Chorus]
How you get that bod? (Oh)
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S (Ayy)
[Post-Chorus]
My genetics (Oh)
My genetics (Oh)
My genetics (Oh)
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S (Ayy)
My genetics
My genetics (Oh)
My genetics
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
[Bridge]
My genetics (Ayy)
My genetics
My genetics (Ah)
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S (Ah)
My genetics (Ah)
My genetics
My genetics
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
[Chorus]
How you get that bod? (Oh)
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
How you get that bass? Is it all fake? Ah)
Did you work real hard? Did you work real hard? Is it from God? (How you get that?)
Is it all fake? G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
How you get that bass? (Is it? Made in LA? (Did you work real hard?)
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
How you get that bass? (How you get that bod?)
Is it from God? G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
G-E-N-E-T-I-C-S
[Verse 2]
My DNA is graded A
You see this face, I was born with it
I ain’t ashamed to say one day I might upgrade
I could fuss with it
[Pre-Chorus]
I work and work and work and
I’ve been working on myself
But I can’t take cred cause it’s from somebody else
Watch me work and work and work and
I’ve been sweating on myself
All them boys, all them girls, make ’em stop
[Chorus]
How you get that bod?

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Drake – Behind Barz Lyrics

That’s not true
We got ties in West End too
She came over and she got slewed
Throwin’ up six like man had flu
I got way too big off Views
Back to the basics, I won’t lose
They wanna link when they got no chunes
They too worried ’bout sellin’ out shoes
I don’t give a fuck ’bout jeans and crep
Or goin’ to Milan or goin’ to the Met
I just wanna make these songs for the set
I just wanna load that and let that wet
I got so much tings in the stash
Fold up anyone, dun that clash
Got no sense like Jizzle and shh
Big and bad like leader and shh
Can’t do love ’cause they get too attached
Phone get broke and whip get scratched
I’ma just take my knots in cash
They can never tie me down, that’s facts
All that bark but we know he’s a cat
I don’t really like goin’ tit for tat
I’ma just come like tat-tat-tat
I’ma just end that there, that’s that Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah, look
[Chorus]
You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like R’s and V’s and O’s
I don’t really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Chubbs through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn’t no cameras, wasn’t no pose
Just like that one time at ‘Chella
Good thing man weren’t pullin’ out phones
[Verse 1]
Stay in big six-six with woes
Man start dissin’ and doin’ reposts
They do anything except road
Still can’t see them after it snows
I don’t have time for the wasteman jokes
Personal ting if I’m gettin’ up close
Loyal to O ’cause I’ve taken a oath
Versace hotel and I’m takin’ the robes
Seen ’em in person, I’m seein’ a ghost
They told me relax ’cause they’re takin’ control
Take all that shit up with P and his bro
I wish you the best, let me know how it goes
Wanna be free and I wanna let go
We came around and you showed us the most
I know so much shit that I cannot expose
I keep it inside and I laugh on my own
Got all the tea and I’m hottin’ it up
I need a shade mansion, a room’s not enough
You’re droppin’ some shit but that shit was a bust
They got no direction, they’re followin’ us
I come from a city that they never touch
Your man is a goofy and he could get rushed
I can’t name a rapper or girl that I trust
I dream about turnin’ these yutes into dust
[Interlude]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
[Chorus]
You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like R’s and V’s and O’s
I don’t really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Roxx through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn’t no cameras, wasn’t no pose
Just like that one time at Nobu
Good thing man weren’t pullin’ out phones
[Verse 2]
Think you know me?

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Charli XCX – Official Lyrics

You know the shapes my body makes
Under the sheets at 4 AM with you
The things that we break when we’re switchin’ positions
You know the words to my mistakes
You understand because you made ’em too
[Chorus]
The things that I say when you don’t wanna listen
Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official
[Bridge]
All of the things that we sometimes forget
All of the dreams that you put in my head
I’m still asleep, but there’s breakfast in bed
These are the things that could make us official
Maybe the sky might not always be blue
All of my wishes will never come true
It doesn’t matter ’cause I’m here with you
This stuff could make us official
So tell all your friends ’cause we’re goin’ official
[Chorus]
Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official
These are the things that could make us official
These are the things that could make us official
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official Is it so dangerous? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Hard to read, you could be OCD
You could be bad for me, you could say anything
Sometimes I get a bit TMI, little bit scared of heights
Little afraid to say
You know the things that make me smile
The face I make before my tears fall down
The things that I feel when you’re acting suspicious
You know the place I run to hide
I take my problems there to work ’em out
[Chorus]
The things that I say when you don’t wanna listen
Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official
[Verse 2]
Look at us, isn’t it obvious? Is it so complicated?

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