Rita Ora – Soul Survivor lyrics

Did you think you would see me ruined? Did you think you would see me ruined? After all the shit that I’ve been through
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Gonna see your mistake, let it out in the open
And if you wanna play, let’s get this rolling
Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, it’s me
What you doing? After all the shit that I’ve been through
Whoa, I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh (Ooh)
Oh, oh (Ooh)
Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire (Ooh)
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose (Ooh)
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire (Ooh)
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose (Ooh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh yeah, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh yeah, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh It’s been seven long years fighting for your attention
Manipulated by fear and misdirection
Wrapped in your ugly chains, swore you’d rise me to heaven
Brought me nothing but pain, was that your intention? Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, it’s me
What you doing?

Kelly Rowland – Kelly lyrics

Sa-saucy on ice, but this shit is sweet
Go another side, that you never seen
Ice on my (?), you watching me
I talk to God, my minutes are free (free)
Two double g’s, two double g
Cross the wall through [?]
Lil shit back then, I let that slide, ain’t get by me
All they trying to get is a act from me
And it’s all for the reach
Back-back up off of me, back up off of me
Rose petals at my feet
Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly
Cop that bag if it’s designer
I’m so rich that I ain’t buy it
Don’t get tired, I’m too wired
Light it up and get inspired
All my business, keep it private
You know bosses move in silence
And I ride it like it’s stolen
‘Cuz my name is Kelly Rowland, ah
Everyday I meet the quota
Bitch I really thought it was over
I’ll always be around, thought I told you
Back up off of me, back up off of me
Forget [?]
Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly My skin is my cape, huh
My black is my bitch, huh
Natural face, huh
That’s how I wake up
No love for the fake ones
You get what you give, huh
Bills, bills, bills, been spent
Kelendria rich, huh?

Clean Bandit – Fresh Lyrics

Be prepared like lion king
I’ll ask, have you see me sing
Now I cannot speak the same
Even scared to call your name
With the silence, won’t complain
[Chorus 1]
Cause of you girl
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, cause of you girl
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, cause of you girl
You girl
[Verse 2]
If you had me from the start
And my beat goes through your heart
I’ll just keep on chasing you
April, springtime, even June
Keep those tomboys back in line
Flyer than them all combined
Move your hand up to my chest
Feel my heart beat through my vest
[Chorus 2]
It goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
My heart goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
[Verse 3]
Every time I catch your eye
Or the sparkle of your smile
You are quick to change the tune
Sexy girl you leave the room
But I’ve got you in my glare
Just like DAX I’m in your hair
Come on now just watch my shoes
As I shuffle close to you
[Chorus 3]
It goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
My heart goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
[Bridge]
Tell me who’s the greatest
(La la la la lah lah)
Tell me who’s the latest
(La la la la lah lah)
I’m holding on your breath
Because you are so fresh
Tell me who’s the greatest
(La la la la lah lah)
And tell me I’m the latest
(La la la la lah lah)
I’m holding on your breath
Cause to me you are so fresh
[Chorus 4]
But you don’t think I’m fresh
But I don’t see who is left
Like a winner in the bed
Always knowing I’m the greatest
Still, you don’t think I’m fresh
You’ve been saying to your friends
But forget all other men
They just go cause I’m the greatest
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, we’re the greatest
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh [Verse 1]
See you shining in the stars
Can you come and read my palm?

Rita Ora – New Look Lyrics

If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out? What she asking? [Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out? Who ya gonna love when I’m not around? Who ya gonna love when I’m not around? If you find a new look now
[Verse 2]
See, it’s not that I’m a psycho
We both know it isn’t my fault
You were the one who was out having fun
I’ve been out on my grind
I’ve been working all the time, yeah
And I ain’t tryna play a victim
But I got my suspicions
Say you’re alone
But if you ain’t alone
You should say to me now
I ain’t gonna stick around, say
[Pre-Chorus]
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down? If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out? If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out? Who ya gonna love when I’m not around? [Intro]
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
See, it’s not that I don’t trust you
I just wanna know every place that you go
Everyone that you know
Everything that you do
Every single move you make
And I ain’t tryna play a victim
But I got my suspicions
Say you’re alone
I can hear on the phone someone else in the back
What she doing? [Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out? If you find a new look now
Right now, right now
If you find a new look now
(Right now, right now)
If you find a new look now
[Bridge]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
If you want, oh, if you want
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down? [Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out? [Pre-Chorus]
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down? If you find a new look now
Right now, right now
If you find a new look now
(Right now, right now)
If you find a new look now

Rita Ora – Keep Talking Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
You can say what you want
You can like me or not
Give it all that you got
Keep talking
Know what you whisper about
From the side of your mouth
Let it keep coming out
Keep talking
[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
But I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
I’ll take the high road all the way home
I’ll take the higher, higher-igher, high road
All the way home, all the way home
[Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
There’s nothing you can make me feel
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep talking
[Post-Chorus: Rita Ora & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
[Verse 2: Rita Ora]
You can roll it on out
I could roll it right back
And embellish the facts
I promise
[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
But I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
I’ll take the high road all the way home
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
All the way home, all the way home
[Chorus: Rita Ora]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
There’s nothing you can make me feel
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep talking
[Post-Chorus: Julia Michaels & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
[Bridge: Rita Ora]
Ooh, ooh, always your second hand news
Yeah, you got more lies than truth
Don’t know what you’re trying, what you’re trying to do, ooh
[Chorus: Rita Ora, Julia Michaels & Both]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself (Said to myself)
There’s nothing you can make me feel (Make me feel)
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me (Say to me)
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep, keep, keep talking
[Post-Chorus: Rita Ora, Julia Michaels & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

Rita Ora – First Time High lyrics

Midnight by a fire on the beach
At the end of my best friend’s street
In the woods hiding behind the tree
It was love, at least I thought it was
After school in the parking lot
At a party after taking some shots
In the place where we might get caught
It was love, or something from above
I never thought I could feel the way that it used to feel
Yeah, until you proved me wrong
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
At the mall in the dressing room
On the door, lying under the moon
Backseat of your mum’s Malibu
It was love, at least I thought it was
I never thought I could feel the way that it used to feel
Yeah, until you proved me wrong
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
After school in the parking lot
At a party after taking some shots
In the place where we might get caught
It was love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Lemme get high on ya
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah
Lemme get high on ya

Empire Cast – Why Not Lyrics

Hey! Hey! Bounce!)
Stop it, no you can’t stop it, you know I’m poppin’
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Options, no other options, I gotta pop this [Intro: Hakeem]
You know who it is, man
The young prince
[Verse 1: Hakeem]
OK, crown got my name on it
Bow to the royal prince
Started in the game, and right now I’m going to finish it
Down, but not limited
Pain is my benefit
When you take the Lyon out the jungle, that is what you get
Rockstar, top charted
Aim and shoot, yeah, this money my target
Been around the globe
Everything I hold, turn it into gold
Watch me shine, watch me grow
[Pre-Chorus: Devon & (Hakeem)]
Come and ride with the [?] (ride)
Boy, you better get up on your dragon
All that cuffing, gotta do it from the side, yeah
Just make sure you don’t cross the line when I slide, yeah
[Chorus: Devon & Hakeem]
I put it on the line, every dollar, every dime
Why not? Hey! Oooh, ooh, ooh (Yo! Why not? Why not? Bounce!)
Stop it, no you can’t stop it, you know I’m poppin’
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Options, no other options, I gotta pop it
[Verse 2: Hakeem & Scotty Tovar]
All this time, I thought falling was breaking
But I was mistaken
I dig that, out of the ashes
The star in the making
I’m thriving, steady surviving while y’all just getting by
Don’t need the money to fake it to make it, ’cause the money never lies
Never lie
All these blessings, let me testify (Hallelujah)
All these doors that open up, prefer ’em suicide
[Pre-Chorus: Devon]
It’s a celebration
Come and join the conversation
Yeah, you know the reputation
So, baby, don’t ever play yourself
[Chorus: Devon & Hakeem]
I put it on the line, every dollar, every dime
Why not? Why not? I made it through the fire, came out on the other side
Shout out to my enemies, notice that they into me
Keep that same energy, wondering why I’m winning? Why not? Hey! I made it through the fire, came out on the other side
Shout out to my enemies, notice that they into me
Keep that same energy, wondering why I’m winning? Oooh, ooh, ooh (Yo!

Key Glock – Since 6ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)
[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherfuckin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherfuckin’ blues (Bitch)
[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)
[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah
[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Key Glock – Maybach Lyrics

I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)
[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin’ shit, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at? (Bitch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire) I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)
[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? [Intro]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy
[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
Bitch, why you worried? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah
[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried?

Key Glock – Bottom of the Pot Lyrics

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin’, “Whoa” (Whoa)
They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin’, lookin’ like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I’ma get it, get it in, go get some more
[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
[Verse 2]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock, yeah
Gettin’ throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin’ cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR
Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain’t the same, my boy
Playin’ in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil’ bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin’, better check the score, I’m the on these hoes adore
[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
[Outro]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock
Nah, bitch, that’s Glock, nah, bitch, that’s Glock [Intro]
Let the band play
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt
[Verse 1]
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on?

Rita Ora – Hell of a Life Lyrics

‘Cause I’m just having fun, fun, fun
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)
[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night (For a night)
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life
[Verse 2]
Dreamer
Or maybe I’m a make-believer
Or a fighter in the stone cold war
Against the colour grey
It gets heavy
Tryna take it slow and steady
Oh, I can’t use your quick fix, a hit
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)
[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
[Bridge]
Naked and unafraid
Washin’ it all away
Come pick me up
(Oh, what you waiting for?)
Burnin’ another day
Wasted and feeling great
Come get me now
(Oh, what you waiting for?)
[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
[Outro]
La-da, da-da, la-da
It’s a hell of a life
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da (Ayo)
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life [Verse 1]
Black days
No headlights on the freeway
F*** everything and run, run, run
It’s just a shot away
So blurry
Why is everybody worried?

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

(Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)
[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
[Outro]
Glizzock [Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat
[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist?

Key Glock – Once Upon a Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Glock
Big Glock
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy
Glizzock, the fuck? Foreign shit on my toes, designered down to the floor
Hundreds got my pockets swole, forty on me, yeah you know (Glock)
[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?) [Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)
[Verse 1]
Carbon on me, yeah (One-five), choppers over here (Yeah)
Ice my neck and ear (Ice), yeah, my shit is clear (VS)
Flexin’ with no gym (Flexin’), I’m ballin’, broke the rim (Ball)
I can’t show no simp (No), never been a wimp
Big rings like a pimp (Pimp), all this money make me limp (Yeah)
I got all this drip, you niggas ain’t nothin’ but shrimp, yeah (Shrimp)
Pour it then I sip, now I’m higher than a blimp, yeah (Mud)
Roll another spliff, fire it up and take a hit, yeah (Hah)
Bust down my Rollie and I went and bought somethin’ fast
And I keep my rocket on me, yeah, you know that I’ma blast
Now I don’t mean to brag but I got a big bag (I do)
If a nigga make me mad, get to clappin’ like congrats
[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)
[Verse 2]
Young niggas on go, got ’em goin’ loco (Crazy, brazy)
In my Benz with your ho, and we chillin’ smokin’ dope (Your lady)
Then she say your boy is dope, had to give that bitch a dose (Smash)
Knock her down like dominos, hit her and tell her, “Vamanos,” ho
Let’s go, bitch gotta roll (Gone)
Sticks at my shows, Gucci kicks, what are those?