I can’t stand when you tell me to get back Hope it don’t all slip away from me [Verse 2] [Chorus] Hard times, fine lines I tried to get high, but you wanted me low I finally know who I’m supposed to be Your temperature’s well past a hundred and two [Pre-Chorus] My mind was…
You know that you flyin She allergic to fake shit That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby Stunt hard and you know it Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) There right here just me and London I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’…
Slave to the radio, wait till they forget you though, slave to the radio Faking the truth in a new pop song What can we do to get you on the news? Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio Gonna eat all the candy while you straddle and lay me…
Like South side on Sunday We go way back You know I remember (yeah) Some things don’t ever change Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’) It feels like, we were just together You know I remember (yeah) Out in the streets, no signs…
전부 끝내주지 Turn up the lights 두 손을 올리고 let’s dance 놈들의 자세는 직각으로 인사 자체부터가 인마 지각 지각 Yo fresh out the 이발소 깔끔한 치아 터져가는 지갑 속 니나노 니나노 바뻐 가만히 있어 두 손을 올리고 let’s dance 창의적인 내 feeling 꿈에 그린 파라다이스 민지 not MC 하지만 난 진지 두 손을 올리고 let’s…
I’m starting to think that just maybe it was perfect after all When we would let our hearts dictate when we ran out of time Far away it seems like we never put a foot wrong I’ve painted a new one lately The pictures of you are fading And left with me are wisps of…
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lines [Verse 2] Hands under your t-shirt [Chorus] Yeah, awesome right? Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Red and chrome So let’s let things come out of the woodwork Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind Our rules, our…
Poppin’ on your voicemail goin’ dumb You, you, you, youuu. F*ckboy, thought I told you not to hit me up O.T., I’m in love with the f*ckboys I’m just bein’ real, can I keep it real? If it’s past two, I can’t look at you (f*ck it) Chanel bag, cop it, I don’t f*ckin’ want…
Twenty one with no kids In my B-E-D, grinding slowly Rollie wrist, I’m the shit Know she think I’m Michael Jackson I gotta keep it real Rollie wrist, I’m the shit Baby girl, she the action And girl you know the deal I gotta keep it real ‘Bout to rain on a bitch ‘Bout to…
She on my dick, she on my dick Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike But the pussy goes to the richest nigga You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’ [Intro: Rick Ross] I’m making moves, she on my dick [Verse 1: Rick Ross] She on my dick like she…
Listen, y’all niggas steadily fishing Niggas on my shit, dog (Is that right?) If you in it for the cheese Bitches on my dick, dog Bitches on my dick, dog I’m the plate, nigga, you just the dish rack All around the fucking planet [Chorus] Just wanted to drop some shit (Oh no) Niggas it’s…
Just my opinion These late nights don’t mean nothing [Bridge] [Chorus] Every day and every night I’ve been sick and tired of running You know, I roar like a lion Your body is the one paradise that I wanna fly to How can we go back to the beginning? How can we go back to…
Come with me Looking for the mystery of love Far away In this land Digging diamonds in the grove Come with me Far away [Instrumental] It’s up to you and me With you With you Far away It’s up to you and me Every day Walking on the clouds above In the sky Far away…
Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well) Pressure points Oo-oo-ooh [Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen] Washed the fear from my hands off And I hate that you know me so well Long way down And you know what? I hate it Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t…
Fuck up out my way Can’t control me now Can’t control me now Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay) Hold up, fuck nigga, test it Bounce with that, bounce with that, we get pounce with that (ay, ay) Hold me tight and then we stray Bounce with that check to…