Siavash Ghomayshi – Hobab Lyrics

میای از دورترین نقطه ی ایمان من
اونجا که لحظه هام پر شدن از یاسمن
میای از سکوت شهر پر از ستاره
میکشی دستامو روی موهات دوباره
میبری با خودت تا اوج بی نهایت
اونجایی که تو چشمات موج میزنه نجابت
آخ که دیگه دل من از تو جدا نمیشه
تو کتابای قصه کسی که ما نمیشه
وقتی که بجز عشق چیزی نمیشه که دید
غیر از گلهای بوسه چیزی نمیشه که چید
اونجاها آسمونشون رنگ طلایی داره
جای سیایی های شب حباب آبی داره
آدما از محبت برای هم میمیرن
تو سختیه زندگی دست همو میگیرن
آخ که دیگه دل من از تو جدا نمیشه
تو کتابای قصه کسی که ما نمیشه…

Ernest Tubb – When It’s Prayer Meeting Time In The Hollow Lyrics

When it’s prayer meetin’ time in the hollow
In that vine covered shrine ‘neath the pines
Then the girl that I love sends a prayer up above
Where we once pledged our love so divine
Till the day I go back to that hollow
I will follow that old golden rule
For it taught me to pray and to live for the day
When we’ll meet in that hollow back home
When it’s prayer meetin’ time in the hollow
In that vine covered shrine ‘neath the pines
Then the girl that I love sends a prayer up above
Where we once pledged our love so divine

Moise The Dude – Lambada Lyrics

Et ce serait pas mal que tu ramènes un peu ton cul par là
Je suis pas un rappeur lambda, on dansera pas la lambada
D’ailleurs je préfère que tu t’intéresses à l’homme
L’artiste on l’emmerde, et la pudeur on l’enterre
La question de savoir si tu fais partie des connasses
Qui se barrent avec des fils de pute est un peu prématurée
Tout comme celle de savoir si je vais te kiffer ou te raturer
Te quitter ou te rassurer (on dansera pas la lambada)
En tout cas ce que tu fais là, avec tes mains, c’est très bien
On dansera pas la lambada
X4
VERSE2
Elle kiffe Kekra, Future et 03 Greedo
Faut que je la garde, fais pas le con fais pas le con fais pas le con
Chui foutu, elle est entrée dans la Dudelife
Chui foutu, je fais pas le con, je fais pas le con, je fais pas le con
C’est ma petite racaille du 95
Si tu la vénère ya son père qui te boiera à la paille
C’est ma petite racaille du 95
Si tu la vénère ya son mec qui te boiera à la paille
En tout cas ce qu’elle me fait là, avec sa bouche c’est très bien
On dansera pas la lambada
X4
VERSE 3
Souvent je la taquine sur ses racines siciliennes
Souvent je lui dis que j’aime son bassin méditerranéen
On fait des petites séances de sport mais je suis plus lourd que ses haltères
Dieu merci elle aime le nectar qui sort de mes artères
C’est la plus jolie des brunettes, forcément femme à lunettes, tu connais
Si t’avais suivi tu saurais que j’en déjà parlé
Et je me marre qd elle raconte qu’elle marave les gars de la chicha d’en bas
Quand elle leur dit qu’elle dansera pas la lambada
On n’avait pas le temps, pour danser la Lambada (adlib)
En tout cas ce qu’elle fait là avec son boule c’est très bien
On dansera pas la lambada
X4

Charley Pride – She’s Helping Me Get Over You Lyrics

I’ve told her all about you when I met her
So she understands what I’m going through
She knows when I forget you I can love her
And that’s why she’s helping me get over you
Lord knows she never makes my heart stop beating
Or tears me all to pieces like you do
But she does everything she can to make me happy
And that’s how she’s helping me get over you
She knows that we still spend sometime together
And she’s waiting just the way I asked her to
Everyday she ceases your mem’ry growing weaker
And right now she’s helping me get over you
Lord knows she never makes…
And right now she’s helping me get over you

Buddy – Bad Decisions Lyrics

She don’t even know me
“Boy, keep your dick out them random hoes,” my daddy told me
I never listen
[Pre-Chorus]
(All the same, all the same)
All of them the same
(What a shame, what a shame)
Oh, what a shame
(Heartbreak, heartbreak)
My heart’s breaking, baby
(All the same, all the same)
All of them the same
(What a shame, what a shame)
Oh, what a shame
(Heartbreak, heartbreak)
My heart’s breaking, baby
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna fall in love anyway
Been makin’ bad decisions
Makin’ bad decisions, mm, yeah
I can’t trust these hoes anyway (Can’t these trust these hoes, no)
Been makin’ bad decisions (Can’t these trust these hoes, no)
Makin’ bad decisions, ooh, yeah
[Outro]
I don’t wanna fall in love
I don’t wanna fall in love
I don’t wanna fall in love, not with you, uh-uh
I don’t wanna fall in love
I don’t wanna fall in love, not with you, uh-uh
I don’t wanna fall in love, not with you
I don’t wanna fall in love, not with you, not with you [Intro]
I got some issues (I don’t wanna fall in love)
Love issues (I don’t wanna fall in love), trust issues
(I don’t wanna fall in love) I don’t give a f*ck issues
(Not with you, uh-uh)
(I don’t wanna fall in love)
(I don’t wanna fall in love) My moral compass is off
(Not with you, uh-uh)
(I don’t wanna fall in love) I got some issues (Not with you)
(I don’t wanna fall in love, not with you, not with you)
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna fall in love anyway
Been makin’ bad decisions
Makin’ bad decisions, mm, yeah
I can’t trust these hoes anyway
Been makin’ bad decisions
Makin’ bad decisions, mm, yeah
[Verse 1]
I don’t wanna fall in love
I’m too vulnerable
I done tried it once before
Got my heart broken
I was sad and alone
I’m no good at moving on
That’s why I don’t condone it
Girl, you should know
[Pre-Chorus]
(All the same, all the same)
All of them the same
(What a shame, what a shame)
Oh, what a shame
(Heartbreak, heartbreak)
My heart’s breaking, baby
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna fall in love anyway
Been makin’ bad decisions
Makin’ bad decisions, mm, yeah
I can’t trust these hoes anyway (Can’t these trust these hoes, no)
Been makin’ bad decisions (Can’t these trust these hoes, no)
Makin’ bad decisions, mm, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yo
Okay, okay, okay, she ask me why I’m rich and lonely
Most of the time I’m stuck in the grind and tryna go get me some money
Catch a lil’ vibe, but then I’ma leave her as soon as I get a lil’ penny
She on my mind, but I don’t believe her whenever she say that she love me
Okay, okay, she say she wanna be my one and only
Dearly beloved, there will not be no holy matrimony
I’m here for the moment
How can she love me?

Uce Lee & T.f. – Westside Stupid Lyrics (feat. Schoolboy Q)

Step up like your test fire
I’m from the Westside, throw your cents, ah
Nigga, we bustin’ checks, ah Step up like your test fire
I’m from the Westside, throw your cents, ah
Nigga, we bustin’ checks, ah
[Verse 2]
That ain’t my gun, go stupid
All bred, my car look [?]
Suckin’ niggas out, we at the mall
My nigga need it all, you steady hittin’ the blocks
Hang on with them niggas, life settings, I give you death
Then you turn to 6ix9ine when you really should pay to laugh
Once I got put on, my nigga, I fell in love
Got this .38 snug, but you bragging about your plug
Holla that, T.F, he saved homies who’s in they feelings
So I put up to the set to save niggas who’s [?] bitches, huh
How we [?] in double lamps? I would jump out to fit this into a Benz
I know we beefin’ enough, but I gotta win, ayy, yeah, brr
Big shit poppin’, floss ain’t got it
Bitch ass nigga slow been solid
Bitch gone, nigga, fixed up nothing
[Chorus]
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I’m from the Westside, what a best die
Who up next? Lee made this
[Verse 1]
I’m from the Westside
I can’t trust her if she lightskin
I keep a burner and a bubble on my nightstand
Yeah, it’s crazy how your wobble got you tied in
‘Cause your homies, they gon’ kill ya if you ride the Benz
Woah, with the dollars
I could’ve bought a Beamer but I had to go Impala
Yeah, this bitch a Nina but it’s rocking like a choppa
I call that Aquafina, p*ssy drippin’ like it’s water
Wait, look, ayy, ayy
I empty that [?] and I turn that to a bank
I’m talking ’bout, I’m talking ’bout that shoe wash, nigga
I remember in that county, yeah, I flip flop niggas
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in L.A, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
Look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
[Chorus]
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I’m from the Westside, what a best die
Who up next? [Intro]
What up, hoes?

Daniel Nunnelee – Put Me In The Ground Lyrics (feat. Austin Sawyer)

Same jeans I wore yesterday
Same clothes put on a different way
Same hand with a heart that’s gone astray
Same problems just give ‘em different names
So pack up your suitcase dear I was
Trying to go before the sun goes down
One more day of going through the motions gonna put me in the ground
I swear it’s gonna put me in the ground
Same walls it just doesn’t feel like home
Same words just in a different tone
Same bed with a wall between our bones
Same girl but I’m better on my own
So pack up your suitcase dear I was
Trying to go before the sun goes down
One more day of going through the motions gonna put me in the ground
So pack up your suitcase dear I was
Trying to go before the sun goes down
One more day of going through the motions gonna put me in the ground
I swear it’s gonna put me in the ground
Close the door, leave the keys on the island
It’s not my fault you didn’t know what good-bye meant
Close the door, leave the keys on the island
It’s not my fault you didn’t know what good-bye meant
Close the door, leave the keys on the island
It’s not my fault you didn’t know what good-bye meant
Close the door, leave the keys on the island
It’s not my fault you didn’t know what good-bye meant
Yeah, yeah
(It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, it’s not my fault)
So pack up your suitcase dear I was
Trying to go before the sun goes down
One more day of going through the motions gonna put me in the ground
So pack up your suitcase dear I was
Trying to go before the sun goes down
One more day of going through the motions gonna put me in the ground
I swear it’s gonna put me
I swear it’s gonna put me
I swear it’s gonna put me in the ground
Close the door, leave the keys on the island
It’s not my fault you didn’t know what good-bye meant

Ufo361 & Celine – Emotions 2.0 Lyrics

für die Emotions
Ich erhöhe deine Dosis
So viel Schmuck
Mehr Drip als ein Ocean
Meine Drinks sind frozen
Nimm ein’n Schluck
Dom P. für die Emotions (Ja, ja)
Ich erhöhe deine Dosis
So viel Schmuck (So viel Schmuck)
Mehr Drip als ein Ocean (Mehr Drip)
Meine Drinks sind frozen
[Part 2: Ufo361 & CÉLINE]
Baby, ja, ich kauf’ dir Diamonds (Diamonds)
Mach’ dich zu dem, was du sein willst (Was du—, was du sein willst)
Bring’ dich zu den Fiji Islands (Ey, ja)
Chanel-Tasche timeless, ey (Stay High)
Baby, zeig mir, wie du danct (Wie du danct)
Fast Lane, nein, sie will nicht, dass ich brems’ (Skrrt, skrrt, ha-ah)
Zu viel Rauch, denn das Cali-Weed brennt (Stay High)
Stay High, Dom P. für die Emotions (Ja, ja)
Ich erhöhe deine Dosis
So viel Schmuck (So viel Schmuck)
Mehr Drip als ein Ocean (Drip)
Meine Drinks sind frozen (Ja, ja, ja)
Nimm ein’n Schluck (Dom P.)
Dom P. für die Gang (Für die—, für die Gang)
Baby, komm, wir fliegen, Private Jets
(Wir sind drunk, wir sind drunk, wir sind drunk, ey)
Eliantte, so viel Ice um mein’n Neck
(Wir sind drunk, wir sind drunk, wir sind drunk, ja, ja, ja, ja)
[Hook: CÉLINE & Ufo361, Ufo361 & CÉLINE]
Baby, nimm ein’n Schluck (Ha-ah)
Dom P. für die Emotions (Ja, ja)
Ich erhöhe deine Dosis
So viel Schmuck (So viel Schmuck)
Mehr Drip als ein Ocean (Ja, ja, ja, ja)
Meine Drinks sind frozen (Ja, ja, ja, ja)
[Outro: Ufo361]
Stay High, Stay High für die Emotions
Ich erhöhe deine Dosis
So viel Schmuck
Mehr Drip als ein Ocean
Meine Drinks sind frozen
[Part 1: CÉLINE & Ufo361]
Fiji-Wasser in mei’m Eisfach (Ja, alles Ice)
Du und ich auf meiner Couch
Ruf’ dich nicht, weil ich dich brauch’
Sondern, weil ich wieder Zeit hab’ (Ja, ja)
Ich hol’ dich um fünf ab
Jibbits auf der Rückbank (Leggo)
Wir hör’n „Swim Good“ – Frank Ocean (Ey)
Wir fahr’n in der Nacht durch 104
Noch ‘n Zug, wir erhöh’n unsre Dosis
Ein Zug für die Emotions
[Pre-Hook: CÉLINE & Ufo361, Ufo361]
Und die Skyline wird rosa (Ja, ja, ja)
Wieder high, seit ‘nem Monat (Ja, ja, ja)
Ja, trinken Weißwein mit Soda (Ja)
Doch du weißt, ich muss bald wieder los (Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja)
[Hook: CÉLINE & Ufo361, Ufo361]
Baby, nimm ein’n Schluck
Dom P. [Songtext zu „Emotions 2.0“]
[Intro: CÉLINE & Ufo361]
Ey, yeah-yeah, ey, na-na-na
Ey, yeah-yeah, rich-rich, ey
Ey, yeah-yeah (Ihr wisst Bescheid, ja)
Na-na-na (CÉLINE)
Ey, yeah-yeah (Ja)
[Hook: CÉLINE & Ufo361]
Baby, nimm ein’n Schluck
Dom P. für die Emotions (Ja, ja)
Ich erhöhe deine Dosis
So viel Schmuck (So viel Schmuck)
Mehr Drip als ein Ocean (Ihr wisst Bescheid, ja, ja)
Meine Drinks sind frozen
Nimm ein’n Schluck (Nimm ein’n Schluck, rich-rich)
Dom P.

Bandgang Lonnie Bands – Bracking Lyrics (feat. Sada Baby)

to Kobe Bryant, know the game gon’ miss him, huh
He probably came helicopter avoid you lame niggas
I be done came at you, tried to shoot you in your face with it
I be done came on your bitch ass and her face with it, ooh
Freaky Kuz’ll f*ck you up, I ain’t gon’ play with it, huh
Red bandana my right leg, know I stay with it, mmh
Up and under, baseline, Doctor J with it
Pull up in a rental with the drank and the Dracs in it, huh
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Was brackin’ P’s, makin’ choppers jump like a trampoline
Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys
Mama mad at me ’cause she know her son stuck up in these streets
Hey, was brackin’ P’s, makin’ choppers jump like a trampoline
Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys
Mama mad at me ’cause she know her son stuck up in these streets (Huh, hey) [Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Whew, whew, bitch, SG, ayy (Reuel, stop playin’ with these niggas)
Huh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Was brackin’ P’s, makin’ choppers jump like a trampoline
Lemon squeeze, already stocked on that XD
Tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys
Mama mad at me ’cause she know her son stuck up in these streets
[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Seen a hundred G’s way before a rap check, huh
I paid twenty-one for these Roxys, nigga, blackjack, huh
I don’t get sleepy, I put opps to nap nap
Ain’t pay to get you popped, I just gave my dawg a hand dap
Huh, I’m the motherf*ckin’ general, it get critical
Boy, you know it’s surgical if I gotta get physical
My dawgs into takin’ souls, they so spiritual
And yeah, I’m still sellin’ hoes, they f*ck for a slip or two
Huh, I think I’m Skuba Steve, surf down your block with these .223s, huh
Ain’t no future in your front, and I’m like MT, breathe
I’m gon’ walk up on your ass, I don’t need no infrared beam
Huh, BG, SG, huh, WSP
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Slide to your hood just to threaten niggas, huh
Nah, I’m cappin’, get to scrappin’, get to stretchin’ niggas, huh
Put that money on your head or we could bet it, nigga, huh
Poody got me out my contract, I’m pressin’ niggas
And who gon’ check a nigga? Huh, disrespect a nigga, hah
I be done left a nigga, huh, right where I met a nigga, hmm
Dump the extras out the clip for any extra nigga, huh
Law and Order with that bop, he a special victim
I pop three Percocets to sex them bitches
We sell bricks in my trap to bless the business
Water gun a whole crime scene, we wet the witness
Especially if them niggas look like they gon’ get to snitchin’, huh
R.I.P.