EXID – I Love You lyrics

I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
Kkaemul-eo beoligo sip-eun saeppalgan sagwacheoleom
(I love you like)
Ne ibsul wie mud-eun dalkomhan keulimcheoleom
(I love you like)
Samkyeobeoligo sip-eun saekomhan gwajeubcheoleom
(I love you like)
Peanut butter jam baleun geoscheoleom naega neol
(I love you like)
Like hyuil il kkeutnago masineun
Beer chill (chill) (I love you like)
Like game and 3 bottles of Dom 88 champagne
(I love you like)
Ya, ya, gyang neon yesul sal-aissneun David
Nal nuntteuge haejun
(I love you like)
Neon nae majimag salang-iltego
Nae simjang dolyeonae humchin neon nauigoedo
Baby neon wiheomhae wiheomhae
Geuleohge naleul bomyeon
I can’t hold it anymore
Oneulbam tteonallae
Neowa nae gieogsog-e
Yeong-wonhi jiwojiji anhge
Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love you
Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love you
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you
Wanna hold you, wanna, wanna hold you
Heeonaolsu eobs-eo wanna love you
Niga gyesoghae jabgo heundeul-eo nal tto
Nal bungbung tteuge mandeul-eo jakku
Yo, yo, gidaehae uli dul-i bonael
Big bad day bul-i but-eobeolin me and bae
Ttagttaghage gud-eo issjimalgo
Sit back and relax
Nega saeng-gaghaneungeosboda hwolssin
Manh-i joh-ahaneungeos gat-a
It feels right
Baby you’re so fine
Na na na, na na, na na na, na na na na
Jeongsinnagan salamcheoleom I love you
Baby neon wiheomhae wiheomhae
Geuleohge naleul bomyeon
I can’t hold it anymore
Oneulbam tteonallae
Neowa nae gieogsog-e
Yeong-wonhi jiwojiji anhge
Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love ypu
Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love you
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tory Lanez – Litty Again (Freestyle) Lyrics

Damn I know this nigga finna be wild
Knowin’ this nigga bout to kill me on it OD now
Don’t nobody ever wanna book me for a show
I ain’t got no songs when I go I spit freestyles
Try to make songs ’bout depression
But nobody ever get it
So I take it out on popping niggas beats now
I ain’t never ever trapped
I ain’t never slung a gat
But the world don’t know so fuck it, I’m a G now”
Man, what the fuck wrong with him? Big facts, word to Ralph, nigga, word to big Jevante too, nigga
You know what’s going on nigga-, you know what the fuck’s going on, nigga
One Umbrella gang, nigga I know something wrong with him
I got a hundred bunch o’ bullets ’bout to put ’em all in him
Nigga walked in with a hundred rounds in him
And he seen a nigga chicken I was comin’ down in it
Glock nine nigga gotta run around with it
I’ma son a nigga, keep it at least one-a-round with it
Backpack niggas ain’t sellin’ no records
Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it
[Outro]
This shit is easy man
Yo it’s crazy nigga
I’m really-, I’m really-, I’m really being very generous, you know? Juice and jonesing
Met ya bitch she too conjointed
Tryna ask this pussy ass nigga who the fuck want smoke
But the lightskin niggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I’m a nasty nigga and you could ask the nigga
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, nigga
I’m ’bout to leave his body bloody like a maxi, nigga
I tax these niggas, get at these niggas, attack these niggas
The venom is arachne, nigga
I’m ’bout kill da man and da man that done backed these niggas
And blam any man that’ll try to dap you niggas
And clap any stan fan that attract you niggas
See ya daddy was a musician that never made it
‘Cause when you was born nigga it was you or him
Shattered knowing he would never make it as an artist
And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1
But I give it to him ’cause he didn’t run
I guess he figured, “man when you look at it in a nutshell
All I got is a failed music career and
My revenge is giving that shit to my son”
Nigga I’ma flossy nigga
They try to toss me nigga
The 45th I get em off me nigga
I block niggas Chris Bosh these niggas
I got figures pish posh to niggas
I dump niggas, jump, criss cross these niggas
The pump leave ’em slumped, in the car seat nigga
The skunk in the trunk was an awkward nigga
That thought he didn’t need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I said hold up my nigga man this shit crazy
You fucked AYLEK$ man that shit crazy
Nigga said he out here running threesomes with the
Nigga that’s in court dealing with the kid cases
I’ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on da nigga hold em up for ransom
I got five plaques this year, you did whole song with Eminem and still don’t even have one nigga
Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one nigga
Really feel bad for you it’s a sad one nigga
Hold your head steady maybe you could have one nigga
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young nigga
Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my nigga
Tomorrow they’ll be talking ’bout you got smacked young nigga
From the pack my nigga
I’m keeping this shit a stack, my nigga
That “Litty” verse was wack, my nigga
They go hard my dawg, but I go harder nigga
Atcha head with the fade like a barber nigga
Try to come for the boat and I’ma harbor niggas
Be smart like a Harvard nigga don’t start with niggas
And he gotta problem with us
But I know how to solve it nigga
This is my son
I’ma tell ’em like Star Wars, “Lucas, I’m your father” nigga
You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment
Busta Rhymes impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily
Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s
Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it
Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it
Hates to face it
That he’ll never be a nigga that be placed for A-list, niggas damn
Here’s what he’s thinking right now
“I’m Joyner Lucas, why did I start it with this guy? Like I’m really doing you a favor, it’s not a lot of niggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you niggas, pause man
It’s crazy, but you know
I’ma do for you what niggas didn’t do for me – that’s older brother status
So if you blow from this point on, I’m your cosign nigga, you know what it is
Ayy Slow, that’s facts right? They ain’t like none of my diss lines
Everybody knows I can spit it in quick time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine’s
But this time they ain’t really letting me get by
Fuck I’m finna do with this shit now? Tory Lanez coming back what am I gonna do this time? Buy ya contract from them back and be who employ ya
Oops, I’m going, who’s condoning? [Verse]
And it goes on
Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack nigga with his Jansport on
Geek ass nigga
Dweeb ass nigga
Never had a G-pass nigga
‘Bout to ski mask his ass and eat fast nigga
Pull the heat fast and blast
And leave that nigga
With his seat back nigga
I’m a number one nigga in no time
I been waiting for a nigga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine
I’ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn’t get ya to a million on the ‘Gram
Chris Brown tried, nigga failed both times
I done took ya page to a million in a day
If you ask me, nigga, I’m ya motherfucking cosign
I’ma hit the pussy ass nigga with a clothesline
I’ma have to catch a nigga slipping in my own time
I just took da flame on a private ass plane
Out to Massachusetts, catch this nigga slipping in his hometown
Ya see what go around come around and go around
So I got his hoe going round like it go around
Let these niggas know I’m not the one to toe-to-toe around
Singing ass nigga not the one to leave your hoe around
I’m about to hit him with the end of the K
Word to my niggas in Heaven I’m ’bout to send em away
I’m exhausted I kill this nigga two times
24 hours man this shit been a repetitive day
Nigga tell me is it Joyner Lucas, Lucas Joyner? I’m the nigga who destroy ya
Coupe deploy ya, label drop ya, who’s the lawyer?

Joyner Lucas – Zeze (Freestyle) Lyrics

Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody’s grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs
No more rapping, give me your pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You going to bed at eight o’clock and not a minute later
No, I don’t wanna hear it
No, let this be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested
I’m a get real Joe Jackson in a second
Matter of fact, give me your toys, I’m adding that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles killing your originals nigga
Couldn’t name a bitch I couldn’t get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga
You ain’t from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six hollows in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle
Bitch I’m from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado
Now come get on my level, I’m hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as jello
You must be going off that Amaretto
It’s hard to tell ’cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you Elmo
I throw you out a fucking car window
I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo’ heart spinning, my bars illing
I’m Bob Dylan, I’m John Lennon, I’m authentic
Your bars running no off limits
Don’t talk business, don’t talk, listen
I’m off this so you fuck this you fuck! [Intro]
Ahh, shit
Joyner! When are you gon’ grow another foot? [Verse]
Yo, nigga’s saying, “What a great battle”
But you about to see a fucking snake rattle
Boy, you just a pony with a pink saddle
I’m truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake’s shadow
When are you gon’ overcome? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months
Don’t you think I’m bluffing neither
I thought you were tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin Bieber? Nigga
[Outro]
What, nigga
Fuck out my face nigga
Ayy nigga look
We gonna get one in, pause
Let’s not, let’s not do this back and forth shit no more
I, I think we know what’s up, you know
Ha ha ha, Joyner (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me feelin’ silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let’s talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let’s talk about it)
And that writer who wrote yo’ shit still ain’t get paid on that “Don’t Die” record
You should probably go pay that nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops
When I seen you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly ’til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top
It’s no wonder why they used to feed yo’ ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the last time I’ll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on punishment
And don’t get up until you see me
And don’t even think about touching that TV
No more video games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to this family and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you make me sick
I should’a knew you weren’t shit when you came out with a baby dick
It’s no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some answers
How come you couldn’t follow in my steps and be a dancer? (Huh)
When are you gon’ level up? You look like a fuckin’ beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo’ ass still sittin’ on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just another diva)
Heard yo’ grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
“Tory, we don’t fucking need you”
Why yo’ daddy up and leave you? (Huh)
When are you gon’ show us that you number one? (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter
This ain’t what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I’m Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you gon’ have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy
You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo’ shit
Don’t ever think that you could ever come compare yo’ shit
Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo’ shit
I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All your records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas think you a tranny, really?