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Childish Gambino - Sour Face Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jay Rock)

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[verse 1: jay rock]
do i have to rob peter just to pay paul
just to get a blessing and to get my point across?
play the game to win, get the money and the cars
pussy come free when you handle business like a boss
in that gs regal, watch me swang it like a porsche
one for sitting hard, knockin’ pictures off the wall
bitch i’m out here doggin’, and i got ‘em droppin’ charge
used to push the great white like i was swimmin’ with the sharks
i was dead broke, tell ‘em presidents they resurrected
and my dead pockets they was lifeless ’til i sold them records
i’m in the magazine posing with my nigga
double xl wide sell on a nigga
i’m so high, i could bring hell on a nigga
lifetime bars no bail for a nigga
bitches keep head and tail for a nigga
think i sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger

[verse 2: childish gambino]
play this in your car, give ‘em sour face
play this, play this in the club, give ‘em sour face
nigga, when they hear it, that’s that sour face
nigga lookin’ at me crazy, that’s that sour face
ring the alarm, comme des garçons
lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond
bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
places that i’m stayin’ got more whites than all my laundry
life of a kennedy, james dean roll out
summer spent in places most my people never know about
gettin’ mama new house, for now i’m fuckin’ wearin’ it
fourth of july, bitch, my shit be so american
bless the chick i’m marryin’, keep the whole estate intact
bless the son i didn’t have, sprayed ‘em on her lower back
focus on them roaches, i ain’t never goin’ back
wine is so precocious, sippin’ on somebody’s yacht
real money’s never seen, whole thing classic
think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
back when i would still sweat five gs
back when i was hookin’ up with ali brie—stunt!
yeah, it’s east side forever, bitch
hate mail comin’ from these niggas who was never rich
or never poor, or never fly
or seen somebody get wet up outside of golden glide
hot 107, nine dreams when i run through
man, that’s fam, steve, swank, that’s the whole crew
monster like a muppet, wallet warren buffett
camp was last year but i ain’t ever have to rough it
lookin’ fresh from the mcflys up
you don’t know about ‘em, better wise up
busy with them rollers, i don’t carry mine
(busy with them rollers, i don’t carry mine)

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VersaEmerge - No Consequences Lyrics and Video

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everywhere i go,
no one says no to me,
they don’t,
they don’t dare.
everything i want to feel,
the good, the bad,
always indifferent.
be amused before,
i walk all over you,
to get to the next one.
you were fascinated like a,
? and i
will really kill you.
you’re calling me insatiable,
and i can’t deny,
on the hunt for the irreplacable,
impossible to fight.
should i settle for less?
you’re good but i want the best,
i want you alone with the rest,
i want the world with no consequences.
drink it up,
and be so mad,
and wild along with me,
untill the ending.
pray to set you free,
cause i’ll give you the hurt,
you gave it to me.
you’re calling me insatiable,
and i can’t deny,
on the hunt for the irreplacable,
impossible to fight.
should i settle for less?
you’re good but i want the best,
i want you alone with the rest,
i want the world with no consequences.
should i settle for less?
you’re good but i want the best,
i want you alone with the rest,
i want the world with no consequences.
x3
everywhere i go,
no one says no to me,
they don’t,
they don’t dare.
everything i want to feel,
the good, the bad,
always indifferent.

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Havana Brown - Spread A Little Love Lyrics and Video

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..feel it
feel me there tonight
with every beating
with every ..the light

i go..that you cut the..
and forever lost in paradise

spread a little love
if we spread a little love will never die
spread a little love
if we spread a little love will never die

under moving eyes
your desires he don’t grow with every sound
like a..color eyes
and forever lost in paradise

spread a little love
if we spread a little love will never die
spread a little love
if we spread a little love will never die

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Jason Aldean - Take A Little Ride Lyrics and Video

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been goin’ round and round all day
bailin’ some hay and stacking it all up
can’t wait for the sun to go down

roll into town
shine the old truck up
swing by the quick stop
grab a little shiner bock
then ease on out your way
to your place around 8 o’clock

well i’m just ready to ride this chevy,
ride this chevy down a little backroad
slide your pretty little self on over
get a little closer, turn up the radio
put your pretty pink toes on the dash
lean your seat back
man i swear there ain’t nothing looks better than that
sweet tan, little thing with nothing to do
i wanna take a little ride with you

i hope you’re wearing those frayed out cut-offs
makes me want to get lost down in the moonlight
drop the tailgate down on a turn road
watch the corn grow, baby that’s a good night
anyone from the heartland is gonna understand
what i’m talking about right now
ain’t no doubt, we got a gameplan

well i’m just ready to ride this chevy,
ride this chevy down a little backroad
slide your pretty little self on over
get a little closer, turn up the radio
put your pretty pink toes on the dash
lean your seat back
man i swear there ain’t nothing looks better than that
sweet tan, little thing with nothing to do
i wanna take a little ride with you

well i’m just ready to ride this chevy,
ride this chevy down a little backroad
slide your pretty little self on over
get a little closer, turn up the radio
put your pretty pink toes on the dash
lean your seat back
man i swear there ain’t nothing looks better than that
sweet tan, little thing with nothing to do
i wanna take a little ride with you
take a little ride with you
take a little ride with you
i wanna take a little ride with you

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Mario - Recovery Lyrics and Video

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Dust off, baby here we go again
No love lost, just another argument
So many things on your mind
Messing with your head
Are bringing out a side of me
That I don’t even like
When I give, time to set some qualities
And you trip, rather being mad at me
Your loving put in line
I’ll play that in line
If that’s what it takes to end this fight, whoa

[Bridge]
I’m willing to write,
Your prescription just to get you through the night
I’ll put you under girl
And baby you won’t feel no pain
When you wake up
I’ll give you my strongest dose
Mix it with a lot of love
And I’ll fit you right

[Chorus]
Recovery, I would never leave you alone
Recovery, I just wanna keep you on
So just take a moment, recover, whoa

Patience means I love you
Not saying I’m the easiest man alive
But I try baby
I seem myself when I look at you
So I know just what you need
I’ma pour some tricks tonight

[Bridge]
I’m willing to write,
Your prescription just to get you through the night
I’ll put you under girl
And baby you won’t feel no pain
When you wake up
I’ll give you my strongest dose
Mix it with a lot of love
And I’ll fit you right

[Chorus]
Recovery, I would never leave you alone
Recovery, I just wanna keep you on
So just take a moment, recover, whoa

See I can leave but I’ma stat cause you deserve to be loved
Just take a moment, recover
Not just for you, baby it’s better for the both of us
I’ll put you under girl
And baby you won’t feel no pain
When you wake up
I’ll give you my strongest dose
Mix it with a lot of love
And I’ll fit you right

[Chorus]
Recovery, I would never leave you alone
Recovery, I just wanna keep you on
Oh recover, yeah, recover, aha, recover
Recover, recover, whoa, oh
Recovery.

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Ca$h Out - Big Booty Lyrics and Video

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Yeah ladies,

Hook:
Ha, you know I love money dough
yeah you know I love milk big booty hoe
yeah and I’m probably with your right finger
that the main reason why they don’t like me
yeah you ain’t never seen nigga like me
gotta post up with your right feet
yeah and you know I love money dough
and you know I love milk big booty hoe

Yeah, baby what the time bout
your girlfriend there what I’ve talking bout
and your main back feelin locky
bitch going down kind of low key
pussy getting wet kind of slow weak
you nigga hatin on me yeah it’s all weak
bout your..chew yeah it’s all cheap
say that you a super freak gotta show me
yeah asking fans like is in rotation
Just hanging crazy I fuck with ancients
ha and my pocket stay super slow
and you know I love booty hoe

Hook:
Ha, you know I love money dough
yeah you know I love milk big booty hoe
yeah and I’m probably with your right finger
that the main reason why they don’t like me
yeah you ain’t never seen nigga like me
gotta post up with your right feet
yeah and you know I love money dough
and you know I love milk booty hoe

Ha, and I hate the bitch stuck up
yeah you round some bosses girl you gotta fuck
ha and the money didn’t change me
girl I’ve been kicking pimping is the same thing
poppin 62 got arranged kids,
strip to see you me say making rain peace
wipe my nose with the money when I gotta sneeze
when you rich bitch that’s aside I gotta be
yeah, girl make your ..
you say you got some good..
ha I feel like I won the Superbowl
and I love me a big booty hoe you dick

[2 x Hook:]

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Elle Varner - I Don’t Care Lyrics and Video

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I’m gonna lose this game
I’ve got no hope to face
I’m not design for this, this this,
if I could speak and call
I would it be so bold
I can’t control my lips, lips, lips
I never been so alone
I tend to be loud bout
I’m not ashamed of my words

But clearly I’m going, I’m going
into the deep in
fall over my head
It’s unfair I’m gonna showin
all over my skin
everyone knows gonna the shows but I don’t care

How do you make me smile
simply bout telling the time
you got the..size eyes, eye
I could just stay on day later and melt away
I’m such a helpless case, case, case
I’m done away with my pride
they say I’m out of my mind
can’t even say it’s a lie

Clearly I’m going, I’m going
into the deep in
fall over my head
It’s unfair I’m gonna showin
all over my skin
everyone knows gonna the shows but I don’t care

Going, going, going, going
into the deep in, into the deep in
going, going, going, going
far

Clearly I’m going, I’m going
into the deep in
fall over my head
It’s unfair I’m gonna showin
all over my skin
everyone knows gonna the shows but I don’t care

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Mysonne - Not Real Lyrics and Video

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Don’t talk to me Mc’s got skills
he’s alright but he’s not real

G’s alright but he’s not real x 8

You can rhyme a little bit
chime may shine a little bit
okay he might got a little chip
you could give all of that
we could buy them line and steal
He’s alright but he’s not real

He still a juicy iho never multi kilo
eh ain’t never shoot the gun never reload
yeah we know he’s a frog
before rap niggas once to get the bros
he never had aura, never had a quarter
..wonder to son and had a daughter
he ain’t even come and slide much
these niggas lie such
she the boy that sent to the store the butter dutch
tell em keep the change, borrow keep us chain
I’m a G sorry I don’t speak the lames
we don’t speak the same language fair
my note might be a favorite man but

G’s alright but he’s not real x 8

You got a little flow, that’s cool with me
you got a little dough that cool with me
you got a couple whips a real jewelery
but none of these mother fuckers is real like me
I give respect from the shooters
reflect with the booters,
stay fresh so I get neck from the cute us
they playin I really do this
to me this is life to damage just music
I spit you shit they just rat
I do what I do they just at
I seat back watching the laughing
they tell the story and none of that happen
and yeah I believe in them that’s so sad
he just see me all that’s all that
I’m who I said I was I’m so glad
I know this fake cast must be mad
but

G’s alright but he’s not real x 8

Fake fiction froze the fabricant
I can’t listen no ’cause I can’t relate
no ’cause I can’t relate, they rather make all these lines
the city so old these pies,
but I know better you niggas never move no keys
niggas probably had a few..probably move the T
with a hundred grams for another man
funny when a couple grand in the rubber band
brother man I can see through that
that’s why we don’t believe you blind
see you rap but the track what you be with them rats
and I ain’t never see them G do that
see we do facts, check the resume
they can never say nothing fake by me
real nigga every day you better pray on them
check y’all back ground G’s gonna say who that clown man

G’s alright but he’s not real x 8

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K Young - Knotts In My Pocket Lyrics and Video

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Oh, knoooo, knoooo, yeah

She said she love the way my jeans hang low
From the knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
I spread it all on the bed then we sex on it
If she fiend for the bread give her what she want
She love that knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
50’s, 100’s, it don’t really matter
But she’s going home with me

I got knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets, hey

Keep pulling me in baby
That sexy dance you do
It got some kind of hold on me
Hey love
You’re pushing that thing real close upon me
Hey love, I like it
Don’t stop doing that nasty, whoa
I put my money where my mouth is
I got a feeling I’m behind let’s get out here
I give her a taste of the good life

She said she love the way my jeans hang low
From the knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
I spread it all on the bed then we sex on it
If she fiend for the bread give her what she want
She love that knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
50’s, 100’s, it don’t really matter
But she’s going home with me

I got knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets, hey

I hope you came alone baby
This could be your one last chance, for love
I’m the one to save ya, your love

I put my money where my mouth is
I got a feeling I’m behind let’s get out here
I give her a taste of the good life

She said she love the way my jeans hang low
From the knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
I spread it all on the bed then we sex on it
If she fiend for the bread give her what she want
She love that knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
50’s, 100’s, it don’t really matter
But she’s going home with me

I got knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets, hey

I got my 501’s on, and I wanna go
All night long with you, you, you
With you, oh, oh, you
I got my 501’s on, and a … big bills to show
She excited, 50’s, 100’s and 20’s, real crispy
That’s probably why she wanna get with me, but I like
I put my money where my mouth is
I got a feeling I’m behind let’s get out here
I give her a taste of the good life

She said she love the way my jeans hang low
From the knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
I spread it all on the bed then we sex on it
If she fiend for the bread give her what she want
She love that knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
50’s, 100’s, it don’t really matter
But she’s going home with me

I got knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets
knoooo-na-na na, knots in my pockets, hey.

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Jazz Lazer - Eat Lyrics and Video (Ft. YG)

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Oh pull up no top
I’ma hustle like I’m raised in the dough spot
that your girlfriend tryin to get me the old spot
you can have it I just wanna it for the show shot
had a leg from my neck like a ball top
even though I have the screaming like oh my
had the evening givin praises to the most hot
for the first couple days she was so shock
that she wanna pop the pussy why the pop a molly in the mouth
the club pack so we bout to party to the house
take her to the room let me see what you’re about
take it in need it out put this dick in your mouth
she a slut, she a doll she free kind of different nigga
anyway big booty, sister that’s a freak
no want us to the all but they ask it

Hook:
Ass so fat I eat it from the back
and I push it so tight and I eat it all night
girl I pussy it so sweet you gonna miss em my sheets
mother fucker I’m show you I’m a freak
you gonna let it when I eat eat eat eat eat eat eat
eat eat eat eat eat eat eat you out
eat eat eat eat eat eat eat
eat eat eat eat eat eat eat you out

Pull up gun shot, left foot is bitch nigga don’t hide
she ask em for fuck em all fuck nine
and molly my crib is a fuckin spot
did long highways pussy but I..I eat it all day
and yeah I got several than add up,
and girl I got a grind errors
you know this nigga came when they see me in the bank
my bitch only get dick she ain’t never get it ring
I’ma make it hard for you niggas when I hit the scene
at the bar take my girls and use to get it ring
hey hey is she gonna get a pussy
haters when I give it for a pussy..
hey she wanna fuck me all day, okay
she a white girl I bead it up all day

In the kitchen on a mission
I do you girl like I do my dishes
yeah on the can of the table
start to sneak girl like cable
and you know I got them killers on the pay roll
down and do whatever I say so
real tell me how you do that dear
I live and you gonna make a nigga move back here
I’ve been the proof lane
how a nigga looking for us to change
you and mother fucking G strange
I fell in love with a stripper like T pain
I’m rounding round and I give it like two change
I rock A change the shower great thing
I dog you out don’t make a nigga call you out
mother fucking I’ma stal you out

[Hook:]

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Slim Thug - Itchin (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Le$ & Mug)

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Thug, you already know what time it is, bitch!
.. Thursday! do this shit!

My fingers, they get you, they’re itching for the paper
Ain’t time to chill with you, broke niggas see you later
You’re busy chasing pussy, I’m too busy chasing paper
I’m riding around this city and I got my calculator.
Serve them things like a waiter
The whip is my tip, big O5 on my hip
For you nigga that thing got slip
Shit bricks out of town,
..tell them these are… I say fuck ‘em
Free my mother fucking brothers.
I’m born to raise hustlers, Cush smoking like a muffler
In the club bitch is smug cause the bitch I’m with tougher
Got niggas mad at me cause their main chick choosing
They’re tricking, I’m just sticking every bad bitch in Huston
I’m winning while you losing, pimping my profession
You niggas read my book, how to survive no recession
You niggas is some… I’ve been getting money
..ten years ago and I’m still stunning!

Chorus:
The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper
The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper
My fingers, they’re itching, they’re itching for the paper
Around and round the city, and I got my calculator
I’m a mother fucking master when it come to getting paper

Let them pick your battles wisely
Try me, you will need a shit bag and a IV
Little fast and drive free
Gun caught beside me
Why would I sleep? And I never ride deep
Cause really is just me and my hit
Palms itch in the kitchen with that broad dish
They’re talking gun until they come around and get their jaws fixed
We’re all breath the freshness, cause these niggas be so garbage
I’mma play the game to win, you might as well just forfeit
My home is like a fortress, send you to that darkness, under carpet
And it’s back to sipping… Cush sparking
Tuck that cash in, believe me, I can’t afford it
While I glide around this jungle, for my gorillas go retarded
My bitch bag it up and I go rubbing, feeling dump
So now we all agree the… about that hustle
I’m trying to get a mill, hard ass, no breaks
And my feet is off the ground cause I..

Chorus:
The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper
The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper
My fingers, they’re itching, they’re itching for the paper
Around and round the city, and I got my calculator
I’m a mother fucking master when it come to getting paper

Half of these niggers know how I do it
No homie, you don’t learn
Told them shut it cause it’s my time, so fall back and it’s just my turn
..bitch, we’re flipping for that paper
independent but we made it, bitches loving niggas haters
it’s the only way that you can play us when you play and I was shit
why we’re playing with this rapping, I’ll be playing with your bitch
you think you are my level, oh please, you must not know me
my nigger… got that Maserati
I wanna caught that ass up, nigga G body
Throw them pipes upon that bitch
You hear me coming through your hood
I’m sitting back behind!
Didn’t you know I’m smoking good?
That’s understood! It’s.. mother fucker
..catch your baby momma with us
Guess we’re really mother fuckers!
That you ever find some other who can do it like ‘em hoes
..so prepare to take that loss, nigger!

Chorus:
The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper
The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper
My fingers, they’re itching, they’re itching for the paper
Around and round the city, and I got my calculator
I’m a mother fucking master when it come to getting paper

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Lloyd Banks - New York New York Lyrics and Video

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Lloyd Banks Intro-
Hey…
Eh yo ??Hash??…
You did it again…

Lloyd Banks Chorus-
Don’t talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
we grimey we dirty we New York New York
Let’s ball around here they don’t care about cord
You take a pack and bring it back don’t come up short
’cause any day can be your day so don’t play
Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
You scared get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

Lloyd Banks Verse-
Yeah..
Now i can’t play Sac’s or pull a rabbit out a hat
but i cock back and blow your bladder out your back
take that, i show you lil’ niggaz how to rap
i’m crack, that snowy white powder on the track
i told 50 i was gon’ take it to the top
get close and get popped like hot bacon out the pot
and my goons are loony they’ll strip you naked on the spot
ain’t nobody scared in South Jamaica but the cops
and speakin’ of cops, you bitches better stop squealin’
and if i get knocked, i’ll lay bread on your head by the million
call up the Laden’s have ‘um Taliban the buildin’

Lloyd Banks Chorus-
Don’t talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
we grimey we dirty we New York New York
Let’s ball around here they don’t care about cord
You take a pack and bring it back don’t come up short
’cause any day can be your day so don’t play
Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
You scared get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

Lloyd Banks Verse-
Uh..
I roll up ’cause this a hold up, ain’t nuttin’ funny
stop smilin’, and be the reason at the crime palon
don’t complain, and die over a chain
bang bang, gang green neighbourhood gang
you know me, house slippers and baggy sweats
i throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
all the haters sidelinin’ and they mad he next
’cause i got the bunnies with the fatties yes
i ride thumpin’, talkin’, fuck stuntin’
it’d be repeated dumpin’ if my finger push the button
uh, just for bluffin’, head for nuthin’
you can buss him, it don’t matter the vehicle’s custom

Lloyd Banks Chorus-
Don’t talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
we grimey we dirty we New York New York
Let’s ball around here they don’t care about cord
You take a pack and bring it back don’t come up short
’cause any day can be your day so don’t play
Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
You scared get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

Tony Yayo Verse-
Yo..
I’m from New York New York i’d die for the cheese
i air your house out like a can of Febreeze
at ease, ease up soldier, i pull up in a Rover
click clack, your whole life over
bakin’ soda in your work, they gon’ buy it, nope
’cause them fiends gettin’ tired of that diet coke
i’m back baby, mad hyped like a crack baby
ask Slim Shady, my crack game crazy, YEAH!

Lloyd Banks Chorus-
Don’t talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
we grimey we dirty we New York New York
Let’s ball around here they don’t care about cord
You take a pack and bring it back don’t come up short
’cause any day can be your day so don’t play
Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
You scared get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don’t play

G-G-G-G-G-G-G GOD DAYUUUMMM..!!!

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Nas - The Black Bond Lyrics and Video

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[Verse 1: Nas]
I pull a string on a lamp and shit darkens
I’m living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparkin
Convo weak, and I don’t really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
I be on the Henny woozy in the head, wobblin
Gucci pillow on the bed while she giving noggin
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol…
or Spain I’ll bring a book about Stalin
Then I’m serenaded with the violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
Fine dining, Olive Garden
Nah bitch, Nas is in the real deal food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches
Rolexes, synonymous shit I’m coppin
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that fuck you cash
Get off the jet with me in heels, I’ll cup your ass
Lookin in my eyes sayin “Nas, you one lucky bastard”
Grip your clutch, you get finger fucked in the passenger
Hit the Dutch, I blow smoke out, music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past ya

[Verse 2: Nas]
Esco, dress code, it changes
Herrod’s in England
Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging
Counting wonder(?) in the tundra
Can’t humble (?) the disgruntled when I come through, confront ya
Let nothing slide, sly remarks
You must wanna die, but you frontin wild
When we all know you pumpkin pie
When we in the bus(?) we fly better shit than Emirates
To Dubai, to the Chi(?), I’m a crucial conflict
Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out
You are(?) what a thug about? I’m a fuckin juggernaut
Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up
Who don’t speak, she quiet
So I can think, conspire
On my feet’s a.., and sometimes sneakers
Wear ties at the Setai Miami time-pieces
Are from Zurich. It’s like I’m allergic
To non-oxidolic non…
Give it to you raw so you can feel it

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Nas - Stay Lyrics and Video

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Verse 1:
Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin’ home dinners
Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
She not the type deserving of a throne
Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome
Feel like a knight from England, that’s what I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that’s how my game was won
White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel’s tongue
I’m livin’ dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
Honey be pocket watchin’, she got a lot of options
Hard to make up her mind decidin’ which baller to rock with
Hot to death, slim pickings, but I’m not impressed
She got the hottest sex, so I guess I’mma just…
Stay

Verse 2:
Even though I don’t like you, next Friday night can’t wait to fight you
Locked up I would knife you, don’t fuck with you
Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
I felt bad, wait, do I got love for you?
I might kill you, but do I got love for you?
I want you dead under 6 feet of soil
At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
We hate each other, but it’s love, what a thug mystery
Years ago they ate the heart of a slain enemy
We enemies, but your hatred could never enter me
Some seek fame cause they need validation
Some say hatin’ is confused admiration
Spotlight on me, I still look twenty
Still get money, lady killer pushin’ a Bentley
Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer
I don’t like you near bruh, but I need you to
Stay

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