Allison Moorer – Down To Believing Lyrics

We found it hanging from a cloud that time we went up there
It looked like diamonds and pearls
It was so much of it I wore a little in my hair
Everyone said silly girl
Coming down it wasn’t easy but we tried our best
Said we used it up and didn’t put any back
Now you look so surprised cause there ain’t none left
And you’re just empty-hearted and sad
I guess it comes down to believing
And whether we do or we don’t
Guess it comes down to staying or leaving
And whether we will or we won’t
Staring down at the ground ain’t gonna help us none
There’s no need in making this hard
Hey life’s too long to wake up everyday without someone
Who likes all your scratches and scars
I guess it comes down to believing
And whether we do or we don’t
Guess it comes down to staying or leaving
And whether we will or we won’t
Anybody ever loved anybody knows this is part of the deal
Just have to hold on for ever after
It’s all gone
Then I guess it comes down to believing
And whether we do or we don’t
I guess it comes down to staying or leaving
And whether we will or we won’t
And whether we will or we won’t
And whether we will or we won’t

Ace Of Base – Prime Time Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cuban cigars and the lass lass in the bars
I see the rise and a hope for this down downtown Miami
Where the people are moving and grooving from dusk till dawn
My progress is you and I want it
[Chorus]
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Drop dead melodies
Do it at the feast
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Land of future, land of dreams
The rhythm is so divine
[Verse 2]
Unique I am like a unicorn tonight
So good to be at a place
That tomorrow is the answer
To the problems today
We should all go down to the light
They’re so right, we’re so wrong, we like it
[Chorus]
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Drop dead melodies
Do it at the feast
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Land of future, land of dreams
The rhythm is so divine
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Drop dead melodies
Do it at the feast
Prime Time, party time
Always here in the Caribbean sun
Land of future, land of dreams
The rhythm is so divine
[Outro / Verse 3]
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre (come on now)
Cuba Cuba Libre (I’m always coming over to you)
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre (I’m always coming over to you)
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre (I’m always coming over to you)
Cuba Cuba Libre
Cuba Cuba Libre

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius Lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
For how I deal with the pap like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me have to move now
I got bars like a cypher’s in the booth now
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could’ve broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C had ran with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
f**k that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip
With yo’ bitch, what the f**k, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana
A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth
Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
f**k the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short
And bring a case of Henney (case of Henney)
House of pain, I control many (control many)
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre (we go bizarre)
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin’ like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon’ scatter
Barishkaaa

Alvin & The Chipmunks – Spain Lyrics

Oh, senorita
When I look into your…. OH, SENORI-! Well, fellas
Here we are in Spain
The land of rhythm and exciting music
The conductor has invited you to sing with the orchestra
So Alvin, get ready
You’ll sing first
Oh, senori-
Oh, senori-! I’m sorry, senior Alvin
You’re too late
The song is over

Allison Moorer – Like It Used To Be Lyrics

Change comes in like a rising tide
Ain’t no reason ain’t no signs
It’s just the way future will turn
It’s just the way the barricades burn
Take one step up take a step on a crack
Daddy said it ain’t no good to run with a pack
So I’m just gonna a stumble down this road
Where it goes I ain’t supposed know
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be
If I wait all my life I’ll just wait and see
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be
Love shows up and love goes south
Love knows it all ain’t got no doubts
I can’t hang on only losers weep
Somebody ain’t nobody anybody can keep
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be
Don’t want to say goodbye but it’ll set me free
If I wait all my life I’ll just wait and see
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be
You might say you will but you know you won’t
You might think you do but you know you don’t
And once you give it up there ain’t no getting it back
It don’t matter if you’re sipping on a Bergerac
I’m not looking back I’m just looking up
I ain’t no fool but I never know much
Momma told me just grab it and run
You gotta take your shot or it’ll take you down
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be
Don’t want to say goodbye but it’ll set me free
If I wait all my life I’ll just wait and see
Ain’t never gonna be like it used to be

Allison Moorer – Tear Me Apart Lyrics

Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Suns coming up blazing red
Setting on fire everything you said
To me last night it’s breaking my heart
Don’t know why you want to tear me apart
Tried so hard to turn the other cheek
That my head’s spinning around like a tumbleweed
Ain’t ever gonna be another brand new start
What am I supposed to do
When I wanna scream every time I look at you
I ain’t safe and I ain’t sound
Might as well put me in the lost and found
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohhh oohhh ohhhh oh oh
What am I supposed to say
When I wanna scream every time you look my way
I ain’t sad and I ain’t sound
Might as well put me in the lost and found
Because I feel like a crumpled up paper sac
Empty ring that’s been thrown in the trash
I gived and learned because I’m pretty smart
But I still don’t know why you want to tear me apart

Young Thug – Money (The Root) Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Jeffery! Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
[?]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Money is the root to all evil
Lego life, I was stackin’ C-notes (Stack it up)
I was up late at work for my cizzoach
Had to be there like takin’ care all my kinfolks (I’ll make sure they all straight)
Yeah, it’s been like that since day one (Ever since day one)
I’ma keep some huns, I’ma keep a gun (I’ma keep a gun)
Had it been like that, we’ll never bond (Had it been like that)
I was tryna tell you I’m closin’ one (I’m tryna tell you)
[Verse]
I came out the dirt (Came out the dirt)
I ain’t never seen a church (Never seen a church)
I ain’t have the patience to serve work (So what?)
I’d rather get a mask and go lay and lurk (Brrt, hey)
I used to get drove home by the counselors (Skrrt, skrrt)
I used to get drove wrong by the dancers (I fell in love)
I used to be strapped heavy, yeah, ammo (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m stuffin’ this bitch with the wood, yeah, panels (Ah, panels)
I just might cop a new foreign and go wham in it (I just might cop a new foreign, go wham in it)
I turned my whole hood into bloods, yeah, bandages
I wake up and count up some bands, I let my bitch drive with it (Count up some bands, racks)
I’m boolin’, I’m sittin’ on my high horse, saddle, yeah (High horse)
And I pray that it remain that way (Remain that way)
My bitch done fell in love with my ways (Fell in love with my ways)
I’m the boss, I do what all y’all say (I do what all y’all say)
Play with us and you might die today (Voom, voom, hey)
Toys-R-Us, we got them tools on deck (Toys-R-Us, them tools on us)
30 rounds, we got them rulers on deck (Voom, voom, voom, voom, voom, brrt)
Fuck the judge, we don’t live by rules, no way, ayy, ayy, ayy (Motherfuck the judge)
Where yo’ head at (What?), where yo’ neck at (Head)
Big bands got my pants stretchin’ right to left (Left)
Ain’t have no hands out, I did it myself (Self)
I’ma go Tasmanian, yeah, ayy
Show the bitch how I play, now she wanna stay (Ha)
And I’ll cash out on her any day (Ha)
Yeah, I’ll cash out, yeah
I got a pool in the middle of the house, ayy (Ayy)
She saw it, then she passed out (Jeffery)
[Chorus]
Money is the root to all evil (Evil)
Lego life, I was stackin’ C-notes (Stack it up)
I was up late at work for my cizzoach
Had to be there like takin’ care all my kinfolks (I’ll make sure they all straight)
Yeah, it’s been like that since day one (Ever since day one)
I’ma keep some huns, I’ma keep a gun (I’ma keep a gun)
Had it been like that, we’ll never bond (Had it been like that)
I was tryna tell you I’m closin’ one

Young Thug – They Ad Libbin Lyrics

Park a half a mill’ in the garage, what you sayin’ now? Play this song
[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
Jeffery
Wheezy beats, ayy
Rock, nigga
Came too far, we ain’t goin’ back
We up through there, know what I’m sayin’? Room full of backends, thumb through that cash, nigga (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Shit comin’ in plastic
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’ (Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’)
Back to back, they adlibbin’
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’ (What you sayin’, nigga?)
Back to back, they, ayy
[Verse 2]
Hunnid on her donk, mill’ in the trunk (Yeah)
Nigga playin’, he get stomped (Uh)
Smokin’ gas, no pump (Uh)
Gotta lump sum, nigga, order what you want (Order what you want)
Ounce of trees Backwood look like a stump (It look like a stump)
I just might grow down my hair grey like a Unc’ (Hey)
I might ride around with four tres ’cause I want to (Ayy)
I’m the chopper man, I want some [?]
Pockets full of linen, nigga need some lumps (Need lump sum)
Nigga ridin’ by all causes (All causes)
I got a stick and I’m focused (Focused), hey
We see the enemy, we lock in (Lock in on that pussy)
Young nigga put it on your wrist, get to flossin’ (Flossin’)
Take a lot of shit ’til you get nauseous (Nauseous)
You gotta upgrade everything ’til she flawless (She flawless)
And she copped a nut and she mossin’ (Mossin’)
Shawty a real star and she bossy (Woo)
[Chorus]
All I know is go and get it, I’m just gettin’ that cash in (All I know is go and get it, I’m just gettin’ that cash in)
Tearin’ down the world for that cash, ain’t you? Room full of backends, thumb through that cash, nigga (Thumb through that cash, boy)
Shit comin’ in plastic
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’ (Back to back, they adlibbin’)
Back to back, they adlibbin’
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’ (Room full of bad hoes)
Back to back, they, uh
[Verse 1]
Cash on delivery, the bad bitches into me (Ayy)
Blowin’ on that cash, real clouds like a chimney
Nasty ass hoes tryna complain, but they never eat
I was hearin’ about what they was sayin’, but they mini-mes
We was tryna ball, we was tryna get it in
What’s up with these boys? No, I’m talkin’ ’bout far gone
That way, know what I’m sayin’? I just got a bag of some gas from my man ‘nem (Mans)
Go to whammin’ and ran there
[Chorus]
All I know is go and get it, I’m just gettin’ that cash in (I’m just gettin’ that cash in)
Tearin’ down the world for that cash, ain’t you? They life ’bout to end
Tryna front for these broads, catch ’em with them bitches
Then they pull a nigga card, go and take the charge
Need a big homie, then you gotta take the charge
Bought my momma first car from [?]
Ayy, gon’ shoot the Benz with the Taurus (The Benz with the)
Gon’ risk your life like you ain’t a artist (Fuck it all)
Niggas act like they want war, door ajar, what you sayin’ now? [Chorus]
All I know is go and get it, I’m just gettin’ that cash in (Cash, cash)
Tearin’ down the world for that cash, ain’t you? Room full of backends, thumb through that cash, nigga (Room full of backends, thumb through that cash)
Shit comin’ in plastic
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’ (Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’)
Back to back, they adlibbin’
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin’ (Room full of bad bitches)
Back to back, they–
[Outro]
Back to bad, they adlibbin’, adlib

Young Thug – I’ma Throw These Ones Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Thugger! Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Thugger)
Yeah, yeah
Thugger (Let’s get it)
[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch (And)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Woo)
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch (Yeah)
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick (Ah)
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit (Ah)
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch (Facts)
Fuck her hard like a savage (Yee)
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch (Woo)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yee, woo)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeehee), hey (Woo)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yee, woo)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey (Thugger, Thugger, baby)
[Verse 1]
I’ll toss your salad, yeah, yeah, yeah (Swear to God)
I’ma pull up cleaner than Bel Air (Skrrt)
I’ma pull up when she mad at yo’ ass just to make her stare (Woah)
Umm, pull up with a brown Louis bag with them racks in (Racks, ah)
Boy, you know I got some racks in there
And I done got rich, so they taxin’ there (Ah)
I’m a Haiti baby, I got nappy hair (Woo)
I done showed her mad love, so she happy now (Yeah, yeah)
And I’m for you, baby, you can bail (I’m so fresh)
Can’t be disloyal ’cause yo’ crew in there (Hey)
I used to pull up and just shoot in there (Now what?)
Now I pull up and I sue in there (Sue ’em)
Fuck a California ‘Rari
I just gave her 150 for the Dually now (Hee)
Oh, baby, I’m so sorry
Got a nigga main bitch [?] now
Drink Ac’, smoke hella weed
Put your hands in the air if you get hella cheese
Fettuccine, baby, fettuccine (Nigga)
Got a lot of Ms like I’m Mickey D’s
[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch (Yeah)
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch
Fuck her hard like a savage
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah), hey (Yeah)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 2]
(Yeah) I’m gettin’ high like
(Yeah) I’m flyin’ by like
(Yeah) And goodnight, bae
(Yeah, yeah) Don’t cry, bae
(Yeah) Shoot or die, bae
(Yeah) Shoot or die, bae (Woo)
(Yeah, yeah) [?] grey hair, I used some dye, bae
I’m just listenin’ to my high note
I’m gettin’ high on a high boat (Woah)
Put that dick in yo’ hot throat (Thugger)
‘Til you choke, oh
Don’t tease
New hunnids, blue cheese
Try me, nigga, please
Smoke yo’ ass like some seaweed (Brrrrt)
Nigga, class like a tie and I’ma shoot it all night, everybody in my eye, yeah
Niggas bitches screamin’ “Hi” every time I’m ridin’ by like a heaven in disguise, yeah
Boy, you gotta multiply, you can never divide, I
Owe some bitches in my ties
Which one I want, I can’t decide
[Chorus]
I’ma pull up fresh like some saran on this bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch
I just might wake up and drop some bands on a bitch
And I hope you hearin’ what I’m sayin’ on a bitch
Fuck her when I’m sleepin’ like a xan on a dick
Nigga legendary, yes, I can make you lit
Geeked up out my mind and I’ma spazz on a bitch
Fuck her hard like a savage
I just dropped some bands on my mothafuckin’ bitch
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma throw some ones if you can make it split (Yeah), hey (Yeah)
I’ma throw these ones if you can make it spli-i-i-it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Thug – No Hysiding Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Solo Lucci]
Foreign money
[?] don’t wanna be that nigga, yeah
So fuck ’em
[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]
I told my momma “Fuck a job, shit I’m trappin’, I done got in too deep” (I did)
Never follow rules, shit, that’s cool, shit wasn’t really meant for me (No)
Ever since the day granny died, it fucked me up mentally (Damn)
So I stay strapped up ready to ride on all of my enemies (Woo, woo)
Young niggas’ll shoot on the block just tryna get famous (Brrrt, brrrt)
It’s only one rule on the block, don’t sell dope to strangers (Oh no)
Hunnid ’round yo’ [?], you not really good at [?] (You better)
‘Cause they gon’ do the [?], they guapin’, how could you blame ’em? (I’m like)
Fuck ’em (Fuck ’em), fuck that bitch [?] don’t trust ’em (No)
Got the type of [?]
I’ma be skeetin’ Robitussin (Woo)
Then wake up and make a [?] (Yeah)
That lil’ bitch know about this thuggin’ (Rich)
Speak to him forever, hold your peace
[?] ain’t no ho in me (No)
See, niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but when it get gangsta, they hide (They hide)
They walk in the [?] like gangstas, but that’s a disguise (That’s a disguise)
I remember the days when I used to slap niggas for lyin’ (Niggas for lyin’)
But I ain’t the same nigga I was and you better thank God (Woah)
‘Cause these niggas pussy, they pussy
Chop a nigga [?]
Hop out on foot (Damn), smoke a nigga like kush (Woah)
And I ain’t sayin’ I’m a killer (Woo)
Well, pussy nigga, don’t push (Oh no)
I’ma trapper turnt rapper, it’s gon’ cost a half a bird just to book (Brrr, brrr)
For real (No, no, no, no, no)
[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)
[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey, hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I been takin’ Miley Cyrus, yeah (Thugger)
Even when I’m not geeked up, bitch, I’m still ridin’ (Rrrr, rrrr)
All my niggas [?] that nigga down (Yeah)
Dressed in all black like I’m Batman, all my niggas ridin’ (Yeah)
Stack that cash and get yo’ niggas up the street (Swear)
I’m just in the ‘yo, but I still got a hunnid racks on me
I had a Cutlas tinted tints, you can’t see me (No seein’)
As you can see, I just made Stevie Wonder [?] (What?)
I’m standin’ on the mothafuckin’ block with a rock in my pants, yeah
I know some
[?] had dog food before Ralo (What?)
Back when we was tryna kill each other with hollows
Ooh, I wore Fubu before a coupe (Wh-what?)
I was taught to get [?] for your [?] (New [?])
I know some of my words are twisted ’cause these screws (You dig?)
Don’t forget I paid a hunnid racks for these, too (127)
If you play with my crew, all I’ma tell you is–
[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
(No, no, no, no, no) No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)
[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding, no)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up
[Outro: Young Thug]
I got you, fool
Fuck is you thinkin’, nigga? Yeah, my big 40 make sure all y’all stay shawty, bitch Yeah, real YSL shit, you know what I’m sayin’?

Ashnikko – Nonsense Lyrics

The soundtrack of my life, ho, continuously switchin’ songs
The haters tryna slay me ’cause I’m partial to the crazy
And at the end of the day you’re the one who’s tryna pay me
Down like a showdown, country girl’s a hold-down
Ignorant is bliss but I’m glad that you know now
My momma taught me good but my girls taught me better
Shake it to the rhythm, no matter the weather
My boy by my side, little ho’s tryna get him
But he’s wrapped around my finger, does it hurt when it sets in? My eyes on the prize, not obsessed with this material
As you lounge in your pajamas and pop on that ethereal
Wheezin’, outta breath as you try to match my level
My [?] in your hair is all disheveled
[Hook]
Jumanji ganji, fuck it ’cause you raunchy
Knock a bitch out, corn fingers but it’s not me Play this song
[Verse 1]
Rollin’ with the punches, bread snack and lunches
[?] in your hand, I got the flavor Cap’n Crunches
Clingin’ to the wall like poison ivy in [?]
Gulp that H20, make it rain and you bitchin’
Minajissistic attitude, smirkin’ at your interlude
Laughing at your lyrics, now you know why they call me rude
Prayin’, hopin’, if it’s ganja, you tokin’
Late on the payments and I’m [?] chain smokin’
Let’s jump this beat like a geek in an alleyway
Pin him to the wall, take his munch money anyway
Decipherin’ my meaning, a cryptic coded tongue twister
My evil twin’s back to attack, I know you missed her
Deck me out in [?] like that bitch Cinderella
Watch your back, in a snap I’ll be there to steal your fella
[Hook]
Jumanji ganji, fuck it ’cause you raunchy
Knock a bitch out, corn fingers but it’s not me
[Verse 2]
And a bitch flauntin’, claimin’ she a freak though
Butcher ears of virgins to the sound of Ashnikko
Lickin’ his licks to the rhythm, I can tell he’s randy
Whisper in my ear with pleadin’ puppy-eyes [?]
And I’m laughing at you hoes with my girl Sandy
Nod your head to this track and lick it like candy
Hashtag yolo, little bitch, grow up
Daily grind, hustle, you know she tryna get some
Me and my babydolls dancin’ like it’s ’99
Greeted just to roast you, film it like it’s prime time
Some call me the playground bully ’cause I make ya cry
But look a little closer, you’ll see right through a naked lie
[?] and we go back to the party
She cheated on her man, now she’s screaming that she’s sorry
[Hook]
Jumanji ganji, fuck it ’cause you raunchy
Knock a bitch out, corn fingers but it’s not me
[Verse 3]
And you gossip, this is nonsense, what this girl been sippin’ on?

Young Thug – On Alert (Goin Overseas) Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, slatt
That’s all I’ma say, you know
Also, when I left, what, niggas broke the mic or some shit when I left? Nigga, I’m a multimillion artist, nigga, get it right
(Wheezy beats)
Hey
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Hey)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Swear)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Promise)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Woah)
Takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Take)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Another)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Swear)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Sheesh)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Hey)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Sheesh)
I’m goin’ to UK to pick up some Gs (Sheesh)
I’m goin’ to UK to get you some Gs (Sheesh, yeah)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Midol (Swear)
I’m takin’ the Vicodin [?] (I promise)
Oh yeah, I’m a snake, I’m a python (I swear)
My jeans 80 thousand, no [?] ones (Woo)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My bitch do you nas–do you nasty, dawg (Bad)
Yo’ head is a lil’ bitty bag, dawg (Skrrt)
My boys on alert like a bad call (Woah)
My bitch is so bad, she bad, dawg (Get it)
I know it, I did, I did it, yeah (Did)
I did it, she [?] (You did it too?)
These pussy niggas flexin’ and they fraud (I did)
These pussy niggas flexin’ for they boy (Woah)
I’m goin’ in yo’ shit, nigga, [?] (Dig)
These pussy niggas really really [?] (Hee)
These pussy niggas really tellin’ (Get it right)
These pussy niggas really sellin’ (Okay)
These pussy niggas really jealous (Let’s get it)
These pussies know I’m so rebellious (Let’s get it)
These pussy niggas see me lovely (Ooh)
Pussy niggas see me [?] (Ooh)
Bitch, I’m bossin’, I’ma cash talk (Cash)
Bitch, I’m bossin’, I’ma cash talk (Oh, woah)
[?], woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Molly, king toes, yeah, yo (Yeah)
Rich nigga, get my sack on (Yeah)
Chanel, yeah, for a bad broad (Yeah)
Woah, woah
Cook it, I cook up, the cook up (Woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Hee, hee)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Gs, Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Get some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Yeah, hey)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Like Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Roxy like Midol (Okay)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Racks in my pocket like cheese dip
Eliantte make you sea sick
Suck that dick until your knees itch
Suck that dick until your knees itch
Diamonds drippin’ on me, woo, hold up
She gon’ lick my like a fruit rollup
Young Savage got the juice, pour up, VVSs drippin’
VVSs drippin’ on me, they awesome
Tell my momma “Put some syrup in my coffin”
Play, I’ll have you niggas swimmin’ with dolphins
Poppin’ Percocets, nigga, I’m nauseous
Ain’t no Twitter beef, we pull up with choppers
Wrist, ear, it need a doctor
Ain’t no McDonalds, we eatin’ on pasta
Bad bitches like to play with they nostrils
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Hee, hee)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Gs, Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Get some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Yeah, hey)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Like Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Roxy like Midol (Okay) The fuck, nigga?

Andrew Lloyd Webber – Horace Green Alma Mater Lyrics

Mullins]
Good morning Mr. Mullins]
Good morning, Mr. Hathaway
Good morning, Summer
[Summer]
Good morning, Ms. Spencer-Williams (FATHER 1)]
It wasn’t a cold, just an allergy
I- I’m holding her lunch
Christ, Kevin, I’m holding her lunch
Tamika! Moonihav]
Zack
Zack! Mullins]
No running! Mullins
[Mrs. Tuck in your shirt
[Ms. Mullins, I wonder if I could bother you for a moment-
[Summer]
Mom, your car is in the ‘No-Parking’ zone
[Mrs. Don’t make me call you twice
Try to walk as if you’re going somewhere. Go move the car
[Mrs. [Ms. Moonihav
Good morning, Zack
Good morning Mrs. Spencer-Williams (FATHER 2)]
And your cold’s completely gone? Mullins
[Mr. Spencer-Williams (FATHER 1)]
Good morning, Ms. Mullins]
It’s hard to join a new school at your age, but she’ll be fine
[Mr. [Ms. Hathaway]
Ms. Spencer-Williams
Hello, Tamika
[Tamika & Mr. [Mr. Spencer-Williams (FATHER 1)]
How’s she settling in? Spencer-Williams (FATHER 1)]
Are you sure you’ve got everything? [Students of Horace Green]
Here at Horace Green
We face the future
Always striving, eager to succeed
Here at Horace Green
The old traditions shape who we are
In word and deed
Some are meant to read
We shoulder duties, seek perfection
Toil and never rest
Thanks to Horace Green
Our Alma Mater will take our place
Amongst the best
Here at Horace Green
We march in lock-step
Ever upward, destined to achieve
Here at Horace Green
We go forth proudly
Marked for success the day we leave
And we shall achieve
In years here after
Decked with honor
Worthy of these halls
Thanks to Horace Green
Our Alma Mater
Nothing will shake these ivy walls
Nothing will shake these ivy walls! [Mr. and Mr. Look at you! [Mrs. Hathaway]
All right, honey, if you’re-
She’s so definite, isn’t she just? Hathaway]
I know, honey, but I just wanted to-
[Summer]
Mom, I’ll do the asking. [Mr. [Mr. Spencer-Williams (FATHER 2)]
Your homework, your books?