DBangz – Ish Ya Boi Lyrics

Let’s take it back to the bedroom and watch me palm it right
And we fuckin’ all night, it’s all night
And everything is gonna be alright, uh
[Chorus]
Girl, can you shoot me a text? Let’s smoke some kush and let me show you this whole song tonight
How you feel with Henny and on the Palmer ice? Mama always told me one day I would know what love is
I thought that pumpin’ blood was the heart’s only function
Well shit, I guess it was a wrong assumption
‘Cause girl, you have shifted my moral compass
‘Cause, back in the day I was unfaithful
It’s crazy how three words and a kiss could change you
I think that your voice is so tranquil
There’s a repair for a heart left mangled
I’m glad I got you, girl, I’m so thankful
I feel like I’m untangled, babygirl, thank you, uh
[Chorus]
Girl, can you shoot me a text? ‘Cause the description of my love is consumed in a song
I, don’t know how my emotions supposed to be
Got tingled down my spine every time you get close to me
I remember the days when you told me you over me
Then you told me you loved me
And then you tried to start showin’ me
I’ll let you know that I picked up the signs
When I was depressed and I told you, “I’m fine”
Now you every single thought always crossin’ my mind
When I cheated back in the day, you forgive me, girl, why? Come over and peep my writing process
When my mind tell me no but my heart says yes
When the world comin’ down and I’m feelin’ the stress
Let’s have a couple drinks, baby, let’s have sex
‘Cause in them strokes, where I’m feelin’ the best
I can’t rest, babygirl, when I’m feelin’ yo thighs
And I look in yo eyes, girl, I’m mesmerized
[Verse 2]
I’m ear-to-ear when I pick up that phone
And you say you alone and you tryna get stoned
I love it when we talk but I’d rather hear moans
Excuse me for my raging hormones
That’s why your mom thinks I’m a thug and tyrant
My love is vibrant, my heart was lost
You helped me find it, you still inside it
I stopped acting violent
What am I supposed to do when your love got me drunk when I’m close to you? Play this song
[Chorus]
Girl, can you shoot me a text? Come over and peep my writing process
When my mind tell me no but my heart says yes
When the world comin’ down and I’m feelin’ the stress
Let’s have a couple drinks, baby, let’s have sex
‘Cause in them strokes, where I’m feelin’ the best
I can’t rest, babygirl, when I’m feelin’ yo thighs
And I look in yo eyes, girl, I’m mesmerized
[Verse 1]
Tell me, babygirl, am I doin’ it wrong? Come over and peep my writing process
When my mind tell me no but my heart says yes
When the world comin’ down and I’m feelin’ the stress
Let’s have a couple drinks, baby, let’s have sex
‘Cause in them strokes, where I’m feelin’ the best
I can’t rest, babygirl, when I’m feelin’ yo thighs
And I look in yo eyes, girl, I’m mesmerized Put some Henny in my shot glass so I can relax
Was in the dark side, you helped me come back, that’s all facts
I’m addicted to your person like crack, I love yo body type
Yo curves got a story to tell, they say yo body nice
That give you with a rack for the mall, just ’cause I got it type
Pussy got me fallin’ in love, that meet my mama type
Just hit my line, if you ain’t workin’, what we on tonight?

DBangz – Find a Way Lyrics

I just lost somebody close, I wouldn’t test my nerves
‘Cause you driving me mental
I don’t communicate, baby, I only put it in pencil
‘Cause I don’t wanna say somethin’ that you don’t think’s sentimental
And when I’m drivin’ my car, I make yours look like it’s a rental
And it ain’t ’bout takin’ seminole, I might attend a seminar
On how that I’m into you
‘Cause I think that’s meant to be
And I’m feeling your energy
When you talk to your fam, I just hope that you mention me
I hope I’m not crazy, I just think we got chemistry
As a try to get closer, only I feel you repentin’ me
They say this some closure, oh, I’m switchin’ my tendencies
Your whole vibe is just smoke in my eye
So I guess that I’ll just smoke ’til I die
The fuckin’ herb got me feelin’ so right
And if I’ma cuff ‘er up, I should just see what’s inside
I said, your whole vibe is just smoke in my lungs
Fuckin’ Cupid, man, he holdin’ a gun
‘Fore he smiled, it outshines the Sun
I guess I keep flyin’ ’til I find the one
[Chorus]
Baby, I know it’s so hard for you
Fall away, fall away, fall away, fall away
For me, it’s ain’t easy being cheesy ‘Cause you’re runnin’ circles in mine
If that’s the case, we both need, don’t want
I’m blind rhyming in the box with no curtains or blinds
I’m blind, shit
But I’m just waiting for the day that we up, up, up, and fly away, uh! Fuck patience, I’m pacin’, patiently waitin’ for nothing
If you want more than a fuck, well then my head is on cuffin’
I got a four letter word and it sound like dove but that word just dumb
Dumb’s exactly how I feel, when you ain’t one to chill
You find my leg then you pull it, I bet my place stopped them bullets that you afraid gonna pull in
I let my cape drape, it’s not a ornament
Bitch I’m Superman, I’m nothin’ short of him, ah
[Chorus]
Baby, I know it’s so hard for you
Fall away, fall away, fall away, fall away
For me, it’s ain’t easy being cheesy
[Verse 2: Dbangz]
Uh, I’m smokin’ purple in my ’98
It’s just that kinda day
I’m feelin’ lost and I don’t wanna find my way
And my A.C. Please, please don’t waste my time
Am I runnin’ circles in your mind? Play this song
[Intro: Snottyman]
A little birdie told me you kinda distant
Guess I dismissed it
Thought that you would be submissive
And I’m not tryna have my fists clenched
I just want a friendship
You could bet I want the drama along with the French kiss
I want you like a baguette to a faggot French kid
And I’m not homophobic, I’m only Homo erectus
So you could take a second
And I just have this message
I think you’re sick and you should get tested
[Verse 1: Snottyman]
Call me doctor, doctor or I could be your dentist
You got this orthopedic smile I think I wanna mess with
But do you mess with mine? broken on a shiny day
I’m smokin’ purple in my ’98
Listenin’ to my special herbs
What do you mean when you text these words?

Pouya – Run It Down Lyrics

But it’s like the south got something to say, that’s all I got to say
[Chorus: Rocci]
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don’t give a damn, you’re right
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don’t give a damn, you’re right
[Verse 1: Pouya]
I need four .45’s and a man by my side when I go outta town and I roll them dice
You, you, ain’t ’bout tha Pittsburgh
So I gotta intern, hopin’ that the test go right
I’ve been tossin’ and turnin’, knowin’ that you perfect
Baby, you’ve been on my mind
Now I’m all alone with a cracked iPhone
Sittin’ downside ways, stayin’ up all night
So I gotta fill a void, now I’m back in a Porsche
Michael tellin’ me to slow down here
So I fell down back and I showed that mic in my hand
Guess I’m back in a showdown, yuh
Back and hit it, sold out, did it
Guess I’m back on the road, gotta ‘ttend the business
Came a long way from pickin’ up plates, gettin’ no tips
Havin’ to mop and wash dishes
[Chorus: Rocci]
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don’t give a damn, you’re right
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don’t give a damn, you’re right
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Simmer down, it’s summer now
Baby, I don’t really wanna hit the run-around
I read your mind, but I didn’t mind, that you wanna minimize
My inner prize and fuck my bag up
Backed up with the thoughts in my mind
When are we seeing this wedding ring? Them close minded folks, you know I’m sayin’, like we got a demo tape, you know, nobody wanna hear. Will you become a better man? When will you swallow the medicine? I’m tired of folks, you know I’m sayin’. Swallow your pride for my ego
I leave a girl the hottest emotions like Tony Soprano
See fifteen therapists, really, it’s really embarrassing
None of them bitches have bettered me
My temperament still out of wack
But at least my paper’s still intact
I got two full bags in the backseat
And four real homies that’a back me, yuh
[Chorus: Rocci]
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don’t give a damn, you’re right
Got your money, got your paper
We can run it down tonight
Ooh, everybody else a hater
I don’t give a damn, you’re right Play this song
[Intro: André 3000]
But it’s like this, though.

Rick Ross – BIG TYME Lyrics

Kelly, registered pedophiles (Damn)
Tried to feed all my niggas and spread the cheddar ’round (God damn)
Gotta castle in Cali where I quote the Qu’ran
It’s a mansion full of gods ’til I pass the baton
I bow my head (Bow my head), you know what’s next (Wooh)
I say my prayers (Wooh), hands across my chest (God damn)
Breaking shackles, I’m that nigga disobeying his master (Oh)
Paper chasing, standing still is a fuckin’ disaster (Oh)
Emmett Till (Emmett Till), cement shoes (Damn)
Can I live? My mamma rent due (Wooh)
Penal systems come to the Source, Benzino of C Notes (Oh)
G don’t wanna see it unless it’s Moschino (Wooh)
It ain’t really real until it’s a kilo (Damn)
I just spoke to Meech, I think I’m Pacino
(Say it again)
I just spoke to Meech, I think I’m Pacino (Ross)
[Chorus: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both]
Big time, I just do it big time (Hey)
All my niggas really do it big time (God damn)
Lil’ niggas, but we do it big time (Big time)
Started with a nickel rock, now I’m big time
Big time (Big time), big time (Say What)
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you’re big time (Ladies and gentleman)
They hated on you, dawg but you’re big time (God dammit)
Talk behind your back ’cause you’re big time (God dammit)
Big time (Wooh), big time (Wooh)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you’re big time
Yeah, you got small feet but you’re big time (Hey)
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time (Big time)
Two seater (Woohoo), big time (Oh)
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time, big time, big time, big time, big time
My momma gotta come to me because I’m big time (Wooh)
Big time, real nigga, big time (Hey)
I don’t give a fuck, bitch ’cause I’m big time (Big time)
Til the day I die, I swear to God I’m big time
Amen (Amen Ross)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz]
I pray somebody tell you ’bout these bumpy roads (Woo)
Only maps to follow is your bible quotes (Yes)
And all them things your grandmother and father spoke (Yes)
I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post (Jesus)
Cappin’ on niggas, that shit’ll get you smoked (Oh)
But if you rap a lil’ different, that shit’ll get you more (Woo)
Just like baggin’ them nickels up and down different coasts (Ah)
I be stackin’ them tickets, I’m tryna sit with HOV (Oh)
I be stackin’ my tickets, I’m tryna sit with HOV (A billi’)
I was washing the dishes, but now I get to toast (Woah)
I’m the talk of the bitches while they sippin’ mimosas (What’s up?)
We could gossip ’bout the digits, discuss a few numbers (Talk to me)
Too many losses inside the trenches, don’t let this become us (Wow)
Big time, Maybach Music (God damn)
I just got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers (God damn)
Or catch me out in Haiti, still running up numbers (God damn)
If I look into your eyes, then I made you a promise
Miami Heat, I rep like my name was Udonis (Damn)
[Chorus 2: Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz & Both]
Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you’re big time (Damn)
They hated on you, dawg but you’re big time (Oh)
Talk behind your back ’cause you’re big time
(Wo wo wo wo wo)
Big time (Big time), big time (Hey)
You a bad bitch, shawty but you’re big time (What’s up)
Yeah, you got small feet but you’re big time
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time
Two seater (Woo), big time
Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time
Big time (Woo), big time
My barber gotta come to me because I’m big time
Big time (Woo), real nigga, big time (What’s up)
I don’t give a fuck, bitch ’cause I’m big time
Til the day I die, I swear to God I’m big time
[Outro: Swizz Beat]
I know you’re big time
It’s your time to shine
Maybach Music Play this song
[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Rick Ross]
God, thank you
For blessing me for everything that you’ve blessed me with
They tried to see me down, but we way up
Jesus
Oh this Swizz Beatz talking on a Just Blaze track
Rick Ross on the poetry
Ay, Just, this religious
God dammit, says
Just Blaze
[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Swizz Beatz]
Surviving R.

blink-182 – Happy Days Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Hey, kid, don’t quit your daydream yet
I know you feel locked out in the cold
Seems like you’re lost and alone
Hey, kid, don’t listen to your head
It only fills you with dread and with doubt
Left looking for an easy way out
[Pre-Chorus]
I know you don’t know
Oh, no, you don’t know
[Chorus]
I wanna feel happy days, happy days
Happy days, happy days
Walls of isolation inside of my pain
And I don’t know if I’m ready to change
I wanna feel happy days, happy days
Happy days, happy days
All of this frustration inside of my brain
And I don’t know if I’m ready to change
[Verse 2]
Some nights you call for the jaws of life
To pull you out of the crash
A forgotten ghost from your past
When enough doesn’t cut it
When you’re backed up against a wall
Is it the life that you wanted
When you could never have it all
[Chorus]
I wanna feel happy days, happy days
Happy days, happy days
Walls of isolation inside of my pain
And I don’t know if I’m ready to change
I wanna feel happy days, happy days
Happy days, happy days
All of this frustration inside of my brain
And I don’t know if I’m ready to change
[Bridge]
Face down in the deep end
Face down every weekend
Face down and I’m bleeding
There’s no sound when you’re leaving
We faced all of our demons
We chased all of our dreams and
Don’t know where it leads us
We don’t care at all
[Chorus]
I wanna feel happy days, happy days
Happy days, happy days
Walls of isolation inside of my pain
And I don’t know if I’m ready to change
I wanna feel happy days, happy days
(Face down in the deep end)
Happy days, happy days
(Face down every weekend)
All of this frustration inside of my brain
And I don’t know if I’m ready to change
[Outro]
I wanna feel happy days

Dreamville – LamboTruck Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain’t a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain’t sayin’ he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin’ truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain’t really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain’t got the same father or mother, but that’s my brother
Can’t cross my nigga
Shit, well I’m Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain’t gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don’t off that nigga
Shit, fuck it, I’ll stop
Look, let’s make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool
[Outro: REASON]
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I’ve been living off scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin’ slow, fuck you think I’m in it for? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold
[Verse 1: Cozz]
Oh yeah
Lookin’ great but feeling bummy
I just ate, but still I’m hungry
I got something, but I ain’t nothing
Brother tummy isn’t chubby
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
Always something, something, something
Copped some things but I ain’t fed
Dreams alive, my wallet dead
Pockets been bleeding
I got a reason to commit treason
But I’ma hit REASON and see what he think
About how he been treated at TDE
‘Cause I done been scheming
Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
I’m desperate enough to go do what it do
SZA done popped and y’all got Dot
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really at the top
Almost thought about popping a Glock
But a nigga ain’t stupid and I ain’t a shooter
But who really is until they provoked? I’m just tryna make a bag
I’ll be damned if I ain’t make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon’ show you how to rob You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold
[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can’t believe it, you surprised, ‘prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I’m such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don’t die die
I’m not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon’ slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I’m Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have, it’s been affected
So ill, these words infectious
I don’t do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don’t negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can’t see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I’m lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can’t hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga
[Verse 3: Cozz & REASON]
Rob that nigga? Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
Starting to think that this isn’t a joke
Gave up the liquor, I’m bringing the smoke
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
He be too busy but he be the bro
Shit, fuck it, I know how it go
So if I can’t get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I’m able
[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those?