The Gregory Brothers – Those Balls Are Perfect Lyrics

Play this song
To me, those balls are perfect
I can only speak for myself
I don’t want anyone touchin’ the balls
Rubbin’ the balls
To me, those balls are perfect
Some guys like ’em round and some guys like ’em thin
Some guys like old balls, new balls, they’re all different
So you gotta feel ’em and you gotta squeeze ’em
To me, those balls are all perfect
I choose the balls that I want
You know, I grip it, I grab it, I feel the lace, I feel the leather
I wouldn’t want anyone touchin’ the balls
Um, I would zip those things up and lock ’em away
Some days one ball may feel good
The next day, it may not
I want to be very familiar with the equipment that I’m using
This isn’t ISIS
No one’s dying, but this is a very important thing
Because to me, those balls are perfect
I can only speak for myself
I don’t want anyone touchin’ the balls
Rubbin’ the balls
To me, those balls are perfect
Some guys like ’em round and some guys like ’em thin
Some guys like old balls, new balls, they’re all different
So you gotta feel ’em and you gotta squeeze ’em
To me, those balls are all perfect
You gotta feel ’em (You gotta feel ’em)
And you gotta squeeze ’em (You gotta squeeze ’em)
To me, those balls are all perfect
You gotta feel ’em (You gotta feel ’em)
And you gotta squeeze ’em (You gotta squeeze ’em)
To me, those balls are all perfect
You know, I grip it, I grab it
I grab it, I grip it
To me, those balls are all perfect
Zip those things up
Zip those up and lock ’em away
To me, those balls are all perfect

Frank Ocean – DHL Lyrics

But I ain’t took out my hands
Beans, Starbucks, starstruck
Bitch comin’ soon, yeah, that’s ’cause you suck, yeah
(Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off
Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off)
That’s comin’ soon, yeah (Suck my dick, huh)
I’m in my bag
I’m in my bag, stay on alert
I’m going on-stage, ’cause all of my chains diving deep off
Findin’ the key, put it in, Kawasaki
Totin’ that Amazon (Amazon)
Shit like 6’5″ (Shit like 6’5″)
Take back, rewind, now I rewind
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine (Baby be mine)
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine
[Chorus]
Got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up with a pack
Got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up like a pill
Got a pack, fuckin’ with Saturday night chill
Just got up off of on a pack (I got a pack)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I got a pack, came from DHL
I got a shot at the pill
I got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up on a pill
Count it up
[Verse 2]
Niggas think it’s new, it ain’t new, boy
Old files just turned two, yeah, flu, yeah
Still sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon, yeah
Still sound like it’s comin’ soon, tell the truth
Boy toy suck me like a Hoover, like a Hoover
Boy toy ride me like a Uber, like the Uber
Smiley face, factory casing, ain’t buss it down, yeah
I laugh and I forgave it, violations, ain’t seen ’em around, yeah
Could test it, wavy pool, sit behind the pool
I’m tellin’ the truth, bro
Remind me of trade, brushin’ his waves
Shit look like ramen noodles
Fuck, this shit sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon, bro
And it still sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon
New files sittin’ on my drive, nothin’ new, yeah
New vibes and I can’t get down, what you do, yeah
New vibes, really can’t get down to the pool, yeah
New gliss sittin’ on the cyst, on my wrist, yeah
New bitch ridin’ on my dick like a kick, yeah
All in the day and I paid for the studio rate, instead of the rent, yeah
Now I can hang in this bitch every day waitin’ for some inspiration to hit me
Look like I’m dressed for a hike but I really look like I’m in Paris and shit, yeah
Look like I’m dressed for a camp ’cause I’m pitchin’ up that, like I’m pitchin’ a tent, yeah
This ain’t no fuckin’ hopes and dreams, prophecy
All these sleeve wafers and the coffee bean
Roman numerals, niggas wanna buy me, we exposed
Double D’s exposed, throw some beats
Fuckin’ these hoes, leave, now my fuckin’ floor stores
Move me slow, yes
Roofie tea, ice ecstasy, rollin’
You seen my bag, it’s swollen, I want more, I can’t even fold it
I drop you a pin like I’m bowling
You want it so now you my opponent
Breakfast and dinner is plenty, we spend all that time alone, alone
Watchin’ the clouds roll, woah
[Chorus]
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, oh, a pack, yeah
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, oh, DHL
Just got up on a pill
There it is woo
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just came up with a pack
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just got up with a pack
I got a pack, over at DHL
Chick just got up with a pack
[Outro]
Independent jug, sellin’ records out the trunk
I’m already rich as fuck so the products in the front
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
But we been fuckin’ from the jump Play this song
[Intro]
Love that I, love that I give
That is not all that I give up
Uh, uh-huh
Love that I, love that I give
Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh
That is not all that I give up
[Verse 1]
Look at them shakes, uh-huh
Made up a dance
How come you shook?

Kash Doll – Doin Too Much Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Siri play Kash Doll, “Doin Too Much”
Ha, ha
Good job, 1st
Hey, hey
[Chorus]
She like, Kash
Bitch, you doing too much
I’m like shut up ho
Ho you ain’t doing enough
Oh, you fucking mad
That’s too fucking bad
Since you fucking asked
I like doing too much
[Verse 1]
Look
20 inch heels, like I’m Lady Gaga
Might get Chanel tatted right here on my cha-cha
Big ass titties like I’m Dolly Parton
Living La Vida Loca, like I’m Ricky Martin
Pussy pink, Tesla, I ain’t gotta park it
Can’t fuck a NBA nigga, if he ain’t starting
Huh, period, they like she can’t be serious
They see that plane interior, they wanna know who Lear it is
[Chorus]
She like, Kash (Uh)
Bitch, you doing too much (Yeah)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (Yeah)
Oh, you fucking mad
That’s too fucking bad
Since you fucking asked
I like doing too much
[Verse 2]
I’m obsessed with myself
Bitch, I make love to myself
I put this money over niggas, I’m in love with my wealth
Wear these ghetto ass nails like I’m Flo Jo
Work his balls while I throw it back in slow mo
I just bought a hunnid acres, I might build a mall
My ceilings disappear, I make that bitch dissolve
Got a white billionaire, nigga named Paul
He told me that he love me I ain’t got no flaws
[Chorus]
She like, Kash
Bitch, you doing too much (What?)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (Yeah)
Oh, you fucking mad (Yeah)
That’s too fucking bad (Aah)
Since you fucking asked (Yeah)
I like doing too much
[Bridge]
Can’t pronounce the label you ain’t fluent enough
Only want me to turn down ’cause you ain’t doin’ enough
I count up all these hunnids while I’m doin’ too much
Bitch, bitch, pipe down, you ain’t doin’ enough
[Chorus]
She like, Kash (Bitch)
Bitch, you doing too much (What?)
I’m like shut up ho (Ho)
Ho you ain’t doing enough (That’s right)
Oh, you fucking mad (Ha)
That’s too fucking bad (Aah)
Since you fucking asked (Ha, ha, ha)
I like doing too much (Bitch)
[Outro]
Look (Bitch, pipe down)
Bitch, you need to let that jealousy ball off your muthafuckin’ shoulder ’cause guess who gon’ be doin’ too much? (Bitch, pipe down)
Me, bitch that’s who
And guess who ain’t doin’ enough? (Bitch, pipe down)
You bitch, that’s who, ha, ha
You ain’t doin’ enough

Foals – Neptune Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Hey, now it’s time to go
From the white wards of England
The crows line the rivers and roads
I wanna walk where I know
Through the olive groves
The sky that knows my name
It gave me away
The magnolia moon
Like an eggshell, a white bell
To lighten my cold room
So let me sleep where I lay
With a murder of crows
That live in the boughs of my brain
[Chorus]
See me when I float like a dove
Skies above lined with trees
I’m on my knees, I’m singing, please
Come and take me away
[Verse 2]
Time brings low all good things
When you open your eyes
When you open your eyes
Now in the vastness of pines
Where my ghost lies in loose-limbed array
I pass the time
And go upload my heart to the fatal shore
Forevermore, it spins here behind closed doors
Now, it’s time to go through the fields of chrome
The rusted homes abandoned at the remains of the day
So come on, row me away
On black rivers and rainbows to Neptune
Where I can stay
[Chorus]
See me when I float like a dove
The skies above lined with trees
I’m on my knees, I’m begging, please
Come and take me away
Take me away
Come take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Time brings low the best of things
When you open your eyes
When you open your eyes, eyes
Time brings low all good things
When we open our eyes
When we open our eyes
[Solo]
[Bridge]
Oh, I’ve waited so long
On the snow shores of England
To sing my last song
So come row me away
On black rivers and rainbows to Neptune
Where I can stay
[Chorus]
See me when I float like a dove
The skies above lined with trees
I’m on my knees, begging, please
Come and take me away
Come take me away
Come take me away

Kash Doll – No Lames Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll
Summer Walker
Hey
[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
Really, really wish that I could trust you
Wish that it was easier to love you
Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin’ me that
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
These boys are all the same (They’re all the same)
These boys are all the same
Don’t kick it with no lames
Send ’em back from where they came
[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Sis, he got you stressin’, I got all my edges
Hope you learned your lesson, you blockin’ all your blessings
You could be on private jets, sittin’ pretty, flexin’
Instead, you goin’ back and forth, arguin’ and textin’ (Boy bye)
See, I’m selfmade, I got my own, don’t need your plate
Take ’em or leave ’em, that’s how I treat ’em, I’ma be straight
I hang up on niggas, I ain’t ’bout to have a bad day
You do what you want, but I’m just tellin’ you the Kash way (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
Really, really wish that I could trust you
Wish that it was easier to love you
Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin’ me that
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
These boys are all the same (They’re all the same)
These boys are all the same
Don’t kick it with no lames
Send ’em back from where they came
[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
I tell ’em never introduce me to a vibe you can’t maintain
I’m never into losin’, if I can’t win, I’m out the game
Look, body got you stuck, but I can’t even let you fuck, uh
Word is you keep some random bitches in your trunk
What I look like? The type to get to bleachin’ all your stuff? Nah, I’m good, block your number, bag or not, I had enough
Bag ’em all, I’m bad enough, want no nigga, never need one
They stupid over pussy, over dick, I never be dumb
It’s Kash
[Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker]
Really, really wish that I could trust you
Wish that it was easier to love you
Guards up, back up, that’s the way to be
Wanna chill, but my friends keep tellin’ me that
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
These boys are all the same (They’re all the same)
These boys are all the same
Don’t kick it with no lames
Send ’em back from where they came
These boys are all the same (The same)
These boys are all the same (The same)
Don’t kick it with no lames (Oh)
Send ’em back from where they came (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Kash Doll & Summer Walker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh no
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gang Starr – Bad Name Lyrics

G]
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news
I-I-I-
I-I-I hate-
I-I hate-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news
[Chorus: Guru]
Word to God, if Big and ‘Pac was still here
Some of these weirdos wouldn’t act so cavalier
We all know that the game has changed
It’s crazy out here, rap’s got a bad name
Think about it, what if bling never happened? Play this song
[Intro: Edo. ¡Ay, Dios mío!, watch ’em swallow your whole plate
You used to support your fam’ off of this
Now you can’t even buy spam off of this
And I don’t deal with swine, I ain’t Dr. Phil
I’m truly here to heal your mind
Nowadays it’s like everybody’s losin’ it
Instead of them preservin’ this gift, they’re all abusin’ it
It’s not drama, they want us reachin’ for the llamas
Causin’ hysteria, the new hip-hop criteria
And they forgot about the blood, sweat and tears
Now we see the results of all the blunts, chicks and beers
[Chorus: Guru]
Word to God, if Big and ‘Pac was still here
Some of these weirdos wouldn’t act so cavalier
We all know that the game has changed
It’s crazy out here, rap’s got a bad name
Think about it, what if bling never happened? And the true artists were gettin’ rich from rappin’
Word to God, some should give
Let’s delete the politics so real hip-hop can live
[Verse: Guru]
Beef is what’s up now
Careers are gettin’ shut down
The media wants something meaty
People are fuckin’ greedy
Music and culture is like a foreign language
You be better off stagin’ a fake beef from Spanglish
Compadre, can you handle the whole weight? G]
I-I-I-I-
I-I-I hate tellin’ good people bad news
I-I hate-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I hate tellin’ good people bad news And the true artists were gettin’ rich from rappin’
Word to God, some should give
Let’s delete the politics so real hip-hop can live
[Outro: Edo.

Coastal Rota Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Hey, uh
You know they love good pussy
And I got good pussy, hey
[Verse 1]
I got a nigga out West who make me wear a vest
Niggas be shootin’ at him, wanna fuck me when he stressed
Got a nigga down South, when I go to his house
Don’t even let him fuck, just put this pussy in his mouth (Oh)
I got a nigga out East, lil’ baby a beast
But I still make him drop down to his knees and say please (That’s right)
Lil’ nigga up North, dick big as a horse
Adventurous, he always wanna fuck me outdoors (Hey)
[Chorus]
Good pussy make the world go round
Good pussy make the world go round
That’s what they told me (That’s right)
Solitaires all over my neck, that’s what they show me
Go-Go Gadget grip, I got this drip, this ain’t no slow leak
I got power in this pussy check the technique (Oh)
Up and down, pound for pound, certified freak (Oh)
Bless a nigga like I thought I heard his ass sneeze (Oh)
That kryptonite on that pipe make him so weak (Oh)
Hey, look (Hahahaha, ooh)
Ain’t nothing like good pussy (Ooh, uh)
Ain’t nothing like good pussy
[Verse 2]
I got this nigga in the D, now that’s my favorite nut
Ol’ fly-ass nigga like to fuck me in his Buffs
When I’m ridin’, I be slidin’, pussy slippery when wet
Drunk off when he gave me neck, that’s one tongue I can’t forget
Only dick that have me trippin’, suck that shit until it’s drippin’
Then I lick it like a ice cream (Ooh), personal pipe dream (Ooh)
All over the counter when he fuck me in the kitchen
He be standin’ at attention, said, “Assume the position”
I bend over, four legs, Rover, smack that ass until it’s sore
I got papers on that dick like I’m the motherfuckin’ owner
And that nigga ain’t no rookie, pull it out then eat the cookie
Like it rough ’cause he a bully but he love this good pussy
Hey, look
Ain’t nothing like good pussy
Ain’t nothing like good pussy (Fuck it up)
[Outro]
Nasty song
I love the way she freak with no panties on
I say, “Won’ t you put the pussy on me?”
Yeah, girl, I say, “Won’ t you put the pussy on me?”
See, girl, I love the way you freak it and put it on the ground
See, I got money for you and you can get it now
I’m spendin’ in the club, my niggas throwin’ ones
And we gon’ spend that motherfuckin’ money ’til we done

Kash Doll – Buss It Lyrics

(I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where the school bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Bridge]
Where the bad bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Verse 2]
Ooh, money get me in the mood
If you ain’t got it, you gon’ see me turn rude
All these curves, you gon’ make me curve you
Put this pussy on a plate, nigga, I’ma serve you
Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (Full of cash)
Broke boy, I ain’t worried ’bout your cash
I be laughin’ to the bank, yeah, I got the last laugh
He in love with thick bitches, boy, I got ass ass
Ass bouncin’ like the South (Like the South)
Spent two thousand on this blouse (On this blouse)
If she ain’t bad, point her out (Point her out)
If he ain’t got it, put him out
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where the thick bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Outro]
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga (Ayy)
Where my nine-to-five, makin’ shit move bitches at? (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where them boss ass, hoodrat, real bitches at? (I get it from my mama)
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
Bust that shit open, bust that shit open
Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open
[Verse 1]
No time for lil’ boy games, tell that nigga cut it out (Period)
Fuck them little ass chains, tell that nigga ice me out
I got ass for days and these bitches in a drought
Told him grab my waist when I bend down and poke it out (Ah)
I heard you a hater ’cause your nigga is a fan
Only fuck with rich niggas, bitch, I don’t want your man
He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein’ it on the ‘Gram
And for these frilly ass hoes, I don’t wanna be your friend, bitch
Bust down, go and put your hands on your hip (Ayy)
Rich bitch, got a hundred bands on my wrist (Ayy)
You dismissed, I might have to cancel out that bitch (Ayy)
Do a split split, I’ma do pilates on the dick
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? Play this song
[Intro]
Uh (Kash Doll)
Uh
Ayy (30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (I get it from my mama)
Where you get it from? (Ayy)
Where the rude bitches at?

Kash Doll – 100 of Us Lyrics

‘Til we make some changes, niggas can’t do no complainin’, wait
Hold up, let me finish, y’all know that I get it
Yeah, it’s plenty hood niggas out here doin’ good business
But you know they don’t see that, if you black, you sell drugs
And police cannot protect what they afraid of
Jealousy breeds enemies, these niggas be envious
Made it out, gave back, you took that, can’t be serious
Politician private prisons got us fillin’ up the jails
We can’t keep on beggin’ for a time to help ourselves, it’s a cold world
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us Play this song
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us (Yeah, huh)
[Verse 1]
Wanted, black man hunted
Shot down, gunned up, handcuffed, punished
Fightin’ for the basics, to them, we just a number
Willie Lynch-ed you niggas, you still wanna kill your brother? Foreign, project babies
If we don’t come together, then it’s never gonna change
‘Cause niggas killed my daddy before I could say his name, it’s a cold world
[Chorus]
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
It’s a cold world, but it’s warmin’ up
We ain’t got no choice but to run it up
It ain’t just one, it’s a hundred of us
Might not mean much to you, but mean somethin’ to us
[Verse 2]
They keep killin’ us, no charges
Hope you niggas watchin’, what? Made you pledge allegiance, lied and told you we was equal
Read between the lines, being black is still illegal
Killed off all our leaders, no more power to the people
Here we go again, this shit lookin’ like a sequel
And they know it’s shady, treat they pets more humanely
I know y’all ain’t crazy, Mr. We gon’ keep on bangin’? We just gon’ keep on marchin’? Twistin’ up them fingers?