Daily Archives: June 20, 2017

Tears in your eyes – Nora en Pure lyrics

Nora en Pure lyrics
Video eyes I saw the tears in your eyeees
They got me burnin’ up inside
When I found you
I never slide upon your face
You give it all with join grace
When I found you
When I found you. I saw the tears in your eyeees
They got me burnin’ up inside
When I found you
When I found youuu. When I found you.
I saw the tears in your eyes
They got me burnin’ up inside
When I found you
Versuri-lyrics.info
I never slide upon your face
You give it all with join grace
When I found you. Lyrics Nora en Pure – Tears in your eyes
I saw the tears in your eyes
They got me burnin’ up inside
When I found you
I never slide upon your face
You give it all with join grace
When I found you. I saw the tears in your eyes
They got me burnin’ up inside
When I found you.

7 vieti – Nicolae Guta versuri

Asa-i viata trecatoare
Te loveste unde te doare
Anii trec si nu mi-e bine
Se rupe inima-n mine. Sapte vieti de-as mai avea
Pe-o tinerete i-as da. Mai ramaneti ani cu mine
De plecati nu va fi bine
Sapte vieti de-as mai avea
Pe-o tinerete i-as da. Versuri Nicolae Guta – 7 vieti
Mai ramaneti ani cu mine
De plecati nu va fi bine
7 vieti de-as mai avea
Pe-o tinerete i-as da.
Sapte vieti de-as mai avea
Pe-o tinerete i-as daaa. Sapte vieti de-as mai avea
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pe-o tinerete i-as da
Muncesti ani, nu poti sa strangi
Viata sapa rani adanci
Trece neagra si tacuta
Inapoi nu se mai uita. Versuri Nicolae Guta
Video vieti Mai ramaneti ani cu mine
De plecati nu va fi bine
Sapte vieti de-as mai avea
Pe-o tinerete i-as da.

Tone it down – Gucci Mane feat. Chris Brown lyrics

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
b*tch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season. Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover. Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this. Gucci Mane lyrics
Video down Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like thisss. Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this. Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch..
I’m a loaner… Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch. Huhhh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this. Lyrics Gucci Mane – Tone it down
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.(tone it down)
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this. Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner.

Iubirea mea – Antonia feat. Alex Velea versuri

Versuri Antonia – Iubirea mea
De ce nu stiu sa iti spun ‘Nu’, cand in suflet doare
Si cum de inca poti sa ma faci sa tresar
De ce sunt eu, de ce mi-esti tu obsesie, oare
Ne face atat de bine raul necesar.(iubirea mea)
M-am saturat sa te iubesc numai in gand
Indiferent de ce intampla, vreau la tine sa
Ajunga iubriea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori imi zic ca
Vreau sa ajunga iubirea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori iti zic ca te vreau. De ce nu pot sa te uit, de ce mereu in mintea mea
Apari si-mi faci, in loc de bine, numai rau
Si parca nu am puterea sa inteleg
Versuri-lyrics.info
De ce numai prin durere trebuie sa trec.
Versuri Antonia
Video mea Te rog din inima sa-mi iesi, nu mai suport
Sa mai indur lipsa de tine, simt ca ma sufoc. Vreau sa ajunga iubriea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori imi zic ca
Vreau sa ajunga iubirea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori iti zic ca te vreau. M-am saturat sa te iubesc numai in gand
Indiferent de ce intampla, vreau la tine sa
Ajunga iubriea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori imi zic ca
Vreau sa ajunga iubirea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori iti zic ca te vreauuu.

Shakey Graves is recording an album at Kevin Costner’s Aspen house

“When we played Aspen in the past, he was always like, ‘Hey, if you want, you guys can come up and stay for the night,’” said Rose-Garcia, who also works as a film and TV actor. The band also headlines the Westword Music Showcase in Denver this weekend. The band’s manager is a friend of Costner’s daughter, and the family has had an open-door policy for Shakey Graves on swings through Colorado. Shakey Graves will headline Belly Up Aspen on Tuesday. Like, say, Kevin Costner’s house in Aspen. Rose-Garcia and his Austin-based rhythm section are working on their follow-up to his breakout 2014 album “And the War Came.”

While they’re here, Shakey Graves is headlining Belly Up on Tuesday night, testing out some new songs. Read the full story at AspenTimes.com. Among the advantages of being a DIY band and making albums without producers and engineers and a studio is that you can record any place you want. Alejandro Rose-Garcia, who performs as Shakey Graves, is in the middle of a 10-day recording session at the movie star’s local home. This story was first published on DenverPost.com Alejandro Rose-Garcia and his band in Aspen recording their next album. Most of the scrappy DIY set doesn’t end up here, of course, but Shakey Graves did.

2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos)

The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin’ my wrist in the glass (Whippin’ it!)
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
You had a sack but it’s gone now
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Racks in my pockets, they lookin’ like knee pads
Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag
Had to bring out that bag
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
These niggas sick me wanna get rid of me
Known to pull off and get head
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
Racks in back it won’t slow down
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
I’m havin blue cheese
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uh uh
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl corner
And I’mma get it by any means
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
(Uhh, uhh)
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there
Pop a Perc, kinda nauseous
10 racks on me that’s mall money
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
Blue cheese in my off whites
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
Give me that block and I gotta seize
When you wake up in the morning
They know me but don’t know my past
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (Goddamn!)
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Get on top, she act a dog with it
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
Blue cheese in my off whites
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
I just bought a Lamb’ I’mma crawl on it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Drippin’ so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Flexin’ my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Poppin’ Xans, I’m exhausted
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Off with they head
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Oh so high, money make me so high
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
When you wake up in the morning
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I’m at the top and they under me
Blue cheese in my off whites
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
My life I’m livin’ it fast
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
50 pointer shit colossus
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Blue cheese in my off whites
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
You was my mans but you lost me
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
And he got suspended
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Safari diamond, money long now
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Hey, with this money I could stay up and survive
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night

Armin Van Buuren – Sunny Days (feat. Josh Cumbee)

Sunny days
But all that she’s seeing is darkness
Oh, oh, ooh
With the sunrise in your eyes
Oh, oh, ooh
Lift me when I’m down
Break you through the clouds
Lift me when I’m down

Oh, sunny days
[Chorus]

[Outro]

She keeps on praying
Break you through the clouds
All she needs is shelter
She won’t tell you why
No more butterflies ’cause they don’t never last
Stolen from the light by demons of the past
She keeps on praying
But she keeps on praying
It’s always raining
She keeps on praying
[Post-Chorus]
She keeps on praying
[Verse 1]
Shelter for the night
She keeps on praying
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, ooh
[Pre-Chorus]
You woke up in the morning
[Verse 2]
Lift me when I’m down
[Chorus]
She keeps on praying
Oh, sunny days
No more butterflies ’cause they don’t never last
Oh, sunny days

She keeps on praying
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, sunny days

Stolen from the light by demons of the past
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, sunny days

And this one could be heaven
Oh, sunny days
Oh, oh, ooh

But she’s looking down the line
Oh, sunny days

It’s always raining
[Post-Chorus]

Tom Rosenthal – Take Over

No need to do talking

Oh love, take me over
Show me everything you see
Show me wonders
Oh show me what your mind does see
Show me what your eyes still see
Show me wonders, love
Show me light, show me day, show me wonderful
Show me wonders
Show me what your eyes can see

Oh love, go and be, you can be the heart for me
No need for the mouth to speak
Show me the things your eye does see
Oh love, show me wonders
Just show me
Show me things that your eyes do see
I wanna see what you see
Show me your, what your eyes can see
Show me things that your eyes do see

I am blind without you
Take me over
It’s a wonderful world, and you got a camera

Jon Pardi – Heartache On The Dance Floor

To some old Motown song
Yeah, I was just hanging out

You were a heartache on the dance floor (heartache on the dance floor)
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight?
Sunburned auburn air the California dream
She’s got me wondering, yeah I’m just wondering
All I think about, think about, think about
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight?
I’d want you to know
Found a bar out by the sand, so I made my way in
Yeah, you’re moving through my mind (moving through my mind)
Yeah, she was shaking them hips

My little mystery, that girl is killing me
So I’m right here right now
First thing that caught my eye, like nothing I’d ever seen
So I put on a song just to sing along
If I could say a thing
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight?
I couldn’t say anything so I sang along

Yeah, she’s moving through my mind (moving through my mind)
She’s got me mesmerized, she’s all I’m thinking about
And if you’re listening, listening, listening
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight, oh yeah?
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight?
So I just hung around this little west coast town
I dropped by every night, I stayed till closing time
I gotta know her name and I gotta see her again
She was a heartache on the dance floor (heartache on the dance floor)
Humming this little song
Yeah, she’s moving through my mind (moving through my mind)
She was a heartache on the dance floor (heartache on the dance floor)
Where you at, where you at, where you at tonight, oh?
Girl, I’m hanging around this little town
I gotta know her name and I gotta see her again
Some little west coast town

Oh, I gotta know your name and I gotta see you again
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight?
Where she at, where she at, where she at tonight?
She’s got me wondering, yeah I’m just wondering

Vince Staples – Rain Come Down

Rain come down
Rain come down
Ride in the drop top, son, why think?
Or, I think it was for Wayne
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
Bet your girl goes down
Two page spread in the CLR
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
When the sun go down
Rain come down
In another world, Cover Girl, but her chest flat
Don’t you dream on how it feel to be in love?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
When the sun go down
Rain come down (and the rain)
Don’t drown in the brown, just drown in the sound
Make it rain, in the club
When the jay go ’round
Bet your girl goes down
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
Where I’m from we don’t go to police
I feel just like Snoop on Dre day
Rain come down
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Best bet, try not to compete
Rain come down
Get your man laid down
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
She getting naked undercover’s for the fame
Never need a girl to love me, I just need the fire
When the jay go ’round
Rain come down
Long flights playin’ with my brain
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
Rain come down
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
Rain come down
Rain come down (and the rain)
I’m the man, ten toes in the street
Get your main laid down
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Rain come down
Might get JFK’d, hope not, I prayeth
Rain come down
Rain come down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
Might get JFK’d, hope not I prayeth
I’m the blood on the leaves, I’m the nose in the Sphinx
In the middle of the night
When the jay go ’round
Rain come down
Take a ride on the side where we die in the street
When the sun go down
On prison time, don’t be trippin’ on a text back
Can’t remember springing for it, bring it on the plane
In the middle of the night
I run North Side of the beach
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
Rain come down
I run North Side of the beach
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I’m the back of the bus, take a seat
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
Best bet, try not to compete
Rain come down
Bet your girl goes down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Rain come down
Rain come down
She don’t wanna be another what’s-her-name
Call Ca-lal-lane
Rain come down (and the rain)
You need a bus? What, you drunk?
Rain come down
If so, ain’t no thang to a G
Get your man laid down
Where I’m from we don’t run, we just roll with the heat
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
Rain come down
Rain come down
Long nights, long summers we in Spain
And the cops don’t come for some weeks
When the jay go ’round
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
In the middle of the night
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
Rain come down
I’m Lou’ Bourgeois on the beat
Ride in the drop top, son, why think?
In the middle of the night
Rain come down
When the sun go down
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
Bet your girl goes down
No, the cops don’t come for some weeks
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Rain come down

Tory Lanez – Loud Pack (feat. Dave East)

And I’m with the shits
It’s all good with me, I got the loud pack
I can pull your main bitch and all I do is sing to her
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
First class, I don’t do no more coach
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
You still got a body, baby

Dipping in a Benz
Pull up, light the motherfucking loud pack
Lambo, the trunk in front of it, pulling up, I ain’t parked yet
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Got her number, ain’t called yet
Pull up with ah stick
We gon’ get it lit, just like the loud pack
Soon as you see me, you know what I’m on, yeah
Baby where you been?
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
[Verse 2: Dave East]

Bring ’em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got the loud pack
We go to Cali smoking Cali, this shit loud
Baby where you been?
My diamonds Offset
It’s all good with me, I got the loud pack
Still whipping and the digits long as lo mein
We gon’ get it lit, just like the loud pack
Dipping in the ‘gatti, baby
Pull up, light the motherfucking loud pack
All the smokin’, I mastered it, loud
New Lamborghini, that trunk in the front, yeah
I got two bitches and they fucking, oh yeah
Whipping on the side, I’ma…
Lil T the one to tease me, want the whole thing
We gon’ get it lit, just like the loud pack

Got two bitches and they smoking out
That blunt not done, I hit that roach
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-oh)
Need you right beside me like the loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
When I was broke I still had smoke
Pull up with ah stick
Before I used to package it
Party with your friends
Pull up, light the motherfucking loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Need you right beside me like the loud pack
Need you right beside me like the loud pack
Dipping in a Benz
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
On Collins couple Haitians close
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Party with your friends

Baby where you been?
Got the head off a eighth of dope
Party with your friends
Pull up with ah stick
Backwood on fire, so got my eyes low, blow this pound

I can show you what this dough about
Came back to the crib, back to the face, I ain’t passing it
Honestly we take jewelry better than we can take a joke
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Loud pack
Bring ’em to the crib
Bring ’em to the crib
I woke up on a cloud, Takeoff
We don’t know no drought
You still riding shotty with the loud pack
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
And it ain’t a thing to her
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Dipping in a Benz

Silverstein – Lost Positives

And I’m tired of trying to outrun a promise I should have never made
Lying is letting you go on
Lying is letting you go
[Intro]
[Chorus]
Can you know what’s true?
The regret in your eyes tells me there’s nothing left to lose
Lying is letting you go on

[Verse 1]

Can you know what’s true?
In the light of day this sleight of hand romance is cold and crystal clear

And I changed the locks so I could get through the days and nights I never asked you
Can you know what’s true?
Living lies that kept me close to you
[Verse 2]
If lying is leaving
[Bridge]

[Chorus]
Living lies that kept me close to you
If lying is leaving
Lying is letting you go on
Replay a miserable script full of words that I won’t say
If lying is leaving, truth is just believing
Can you know what’s true?
Can you know what’s true?

Lying is letting you go
Living lies that kept me close to you
Can you know what’s true?

So I waited long enough to show you that I could change the way I know you
Lying is letting you go
Living lies that kept me close to you
Can you know what’s true?
Can you know what’s true?
Truth is just believing
Lying is letting you go
[Chorus]
Lying is letting you go
Last night I came around to the truth whispered in my ear

Paramore – Hard Times (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

Hard times
These lives
Maybe I’ll come alive
Where do I go?
Is a hole in the ground
Hard times
And I gotta get to rock bottom
That I ain’t gonna die
We’ll kick it when I hit the ground
You can tell me when it’s alright
Hit me with lightning!

Hard times
Is to wake up fine

Hard times
All that I want
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
Tell my friends I’m coming down
And it ain’t coming down
These lives
When I hit the ground
Hard times
Hard times
And I still don’t know how I even survive
And I gotta get to rock bottom
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
For me to come out
[Verse 1]
Hard times
With my little raincloud
Tell my friends I’m coming down
All that I want
Hard times
And I still don’t know how I even survive
Walking around
Gimme some sort of sign
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
[Chorus]
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
[Chorus]

Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
Hanging over my head
Tell me that I’m alright
We’ll kick it when I hit the ground
And I gotta get to rock bottom
Hard times
And I still don’t know how I even survive
[Chorus]

These lives
Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try

ODESZA – Line Of Sight (feat. Wynne & Mansionair)

I’m feeling in and out

It’ll all be fine this time
Come grab my hand for solid ground
[Outro]
Help me out, don’t let me down
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
I’m facing back to front
So will you help me down

[Chorus]
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
End of my line of sight once more
I could learn from you, I could learn from you

I could learn from you, I could learn from you

And you won’t let me, won’t let me down
[Verse 1]
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
I turn full circle round and round

[Chorus]
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
No you won’t let me, won’t let me down down down
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn
Cos you always seemed so kind
And you won’t let me, won’t let me down
It’ll all be fine this time
And it’s an open door
Over my shoulder at the sun
Help me out, don’t let me down
I could learn from you, I could learn from you
Help me out, don’t let me down
Cos you always seemed so kind
It’ll all be fine this time
It’ll all be fine this time
[Verse 2]
And I don’t learn, no I don’t learn

Nick Grant – Bouncin

She want dick and I’ma nail it
Not the press on kind
Boy, the shit ain’t in the plans
Bouncin’
Nigga’ that shit look too tedious (haha)
Pen game dope, scribble ’til my wrist lock

I think I’m Meth & Mary
[Hook: Nick Grant]
We gon’ check ’em first, like the secretary
Never met a nah notha nigga this hot
[Hook: Nick Grant]
I thought I told you that it’s all about the moola
Boy he Blair Witchin’
With the top down
Niggas ballin’ thinkin’ shit is sweet
I can make the money nigga…
Never was a hater
Baby girl throw it back
Somebody tell them niggas that I’m legendary
Hot damn…
Like it’s West Coast time
Bouncin’
I can make the money nigga…
It ain’t ’bout the money
Food for the soul
Real nigga’ ingredient
Hot damn nigga…
I can make the money nigga…
‘Fore they hear that booyah
Leap the competition
I can make the money nigga…
Money dancin’
It ain’t ’bout the money
And we don’t run from nothin’
Twenty-ninth of February
Come through wavy and they gon’ do you the greasiest
Baby blue Jordan 9
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Everybody understand
I’m a rare nigga

Money dancin’
They can’t do what I can
Girl I got a bag on me
With the top down
Going harder than Laura lettin’ Urkle fuck
I can make the money nigga…
Girl I got a bag on me
You gotta catch those lines
Everybody understand
Money dancin’
Everybody understand
Party animal It’s like when Meech brought the zoo out
They can’t do what I can
Chris Bosh

Tell them niggas’ cool out
They can’t do what I can
Tell them other niggas
Like pajamas with the feet in ’em
Tell them other niggas
Tell them other niggas
I can make the money nigga…
This double M is all I need
Shooter do it himself
Boy, the shit ain’t in the plans
[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Yeah I’m showing out, roll the curtains up
And when you real nigga
Think I should hit Gerber up
Hot damn…
Boy, the shit ain’t in the plans
With the top down
And when you real nigga
Uh…
‘less the feds with ya’
Girl I got a bag on me
Kids slide up on you
Like a cheap nigga’
Ass fat, she don’t waste much
My biggest fear is that you treatin’ me like theeese niggas’
Blood spillin’ over beef
And get it…
Hot damn nigga…
How you want it?
And when you real nigga
Boy, bouncin’
Know I keep that thing
Hot damn nigga…
It ain’t ’bout the money
Like when Lauryn dropped Doo Wop
Got a P.H.D., and she like the weed lit up
This that ’96 Pac
Hot damn…
Bouncin’
Hold up that "depressed hoe" sign
Tell a broke nigga
I peel off like a dead nigga’
Strong minded, she ain’t messin’ with no weak nigga
My outfit scream murderer (whoo)