Daily Archives: September 1, 2017

Nana Mizuki – Shin Ai

永遠へと続くはずの あの約束

繋がる手と手の温もりは
隠したままの二人の秘密

終わりなどないと信じている
このまま忘れられてしまうの?
とても優しかった
いつの間にか膨らむ 現実(いま)以上の夢に気付かずに
雪が舞い散る夜空 

強く強く抱き締めていて
交わす言葉と時間 姿も変えていくでしょう

強く強く抱き締めていて

今度めぐり会えたら もっともっと笑い合えるかな...
あなただけずっと見つめているの
情熱が日常に染まるとしても

沈黙が想像を超え引き裂いて
二人寄り添い見上げた
あなたの傍にいるだけで ただそれだけで良かった
どんな時もどこにいる時でも
あなたの傍にいるだけで ただそれだけで良かった
あなたへのこの想いはすべて
終わりなどないと信じている

声にしなきゃ 動き出さなきゃ
だから...ねぇ、早く今ココに来て。。。
どんな時もどこにいる時でも
行く先の違う二人 もう止まらない
「ごめんね」と伝えたいよ
「行かないで、もう少しだけ」何度も言いかけては 
淡いオールドブルーの 雲間に消えて行くでしょう
いくら思っていても届かない
あなたへのこの想いはすべて
白い頬に解けた それは月の涙
情熱よりアツイ体温-ねつ-で溶かして
「また会えるよね?きっと 」何度も自分に問いかける
あなただけずっと見つめているの
一つだけ許される願いがあるなら
突然走り出した 

Kadir Nukic – Sacuvaj Osmjeh

molim te, nemoj i ti
sa malo rijeci i osmjeha
to ce te pitati svi
Kako ces moci bez mene sutra
sakrij od svih tugu duboku
to ce te pitati svi
zivot me dovoljno kazni
Sacuvaj osmjeh na licu tvome
bez mnogo rijeci, bez plakanja

zivot me dovoljno kazni
kazi da brzo vracam se ja
takvu te nosim u srcu svome
molim te, nemoj i ti

Kako ces moci bez mene sutra
to ce te pitati svi
Kako ces moci bez mene sutra
molim te, nemoj i ti

takvu te pamtim i volim ja
zivot me dovoljno kazni
Nemoj da vide suzu u oku

Mirza Sut – Dolaze Mladenci

Nazdravimo skupa, za njihovu sreču.
Od sreče je njemu, zaigralo srce.
Dolaze mladenci, za ruke se vode.
Jer u život novi, danas oni kreću..

Mladoženja ide, doveo je mladu.
Začula se pjesma, na kučnome pragu
Ma nezna se ko je, ljepši od njih dvoje.
Začula se pjesma, na kučnome pragu.
Hvala Miralem

Život neka vam pruži, o čemu ste snili.
Mladoženja ide, došao po mladu.
Život neka vam pruži, o čemu ste snili.
Ma nezna se ko je, ljepši od njih dvoje.
Dušmani vam uvjek pod nogama bili.
Dolaze mladenci, za ruke se vode.
Dolaze mladenci, za ruke se vode.
Kad izadje mlada, ko da sinu sunce.
Život neka vam pruži, o čemu ste snili.

Dušmani vam uvjek pod nogama bili
Ma nezna se ko je, ljepši od njih dvoje.
Dušmani vam uvjek pod nogama bili.

MC Stojan – Mein Schatzi (FEAT. DARKO LAZIC)

zato više ne pitam što dajem
ko Daytona Rolex
još uvek imam kodeks
iako svi mi kažu
Ta Rijana sa Balkana
lete Evri lete Franci
Mein Schatzi mein Schatzi
svi polude kad te vide
svi polude kad te vide
svi polude kad te vide

Mein Schatzi mein Schatzi
mala je trendseter
neće niko da je smara

Plavi prate
sabila je jaka kao Švica
lete Evri lete Franci
ima telo superstara
Ajmo
Ibica s njom opila …
Mein Schatzi mein Schatzi
kada ulazi u klub
ko Kardašijan i Kanje

Mala vrela ko Sahara
ko na skupa kola Mayweather
ceo grad se pita
nemoj posle da se kaješ
ništa ne brini pare su u banci

je moja slaba strana
svi polude kad te vide
njen svaki osmeh vredi
mein Schatzi meine Liebe

svi polude kad te vide
ništa ne brini pare su u banci

Mein Schatzi je miss Swiss
svi polude kad te vide

mein Schatzi meine Liebe

Mein Schatzi mein Schatzi

Ajmo
Jebeš pare
ništa ne brini pare su u banci
kola ključeve od stana
lete Evri lete Franci
mi smo par kao oni
Pravi pare u banci milioni
mein Schatzi meine Liebe
da li platili smo porez
lete Evri lete Franci
mein Schatzi meine Liebe
Mein Schatzi mein Schatzi
Mein Schatzi mein Schatzi

mein Schatzi meine Liebe

na nju trošim
moj svaki novi potez
Dobro ide mi biznis
mein Schatzi meine Liebe
No nove stvari
pa joj dajem kao lud

Halsey – Bad At Love

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

But I always think about it when I’m riding through
But I never got the chance to make her mine
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
That could finally fix me
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
I know that you’re afraid

Got a boy back home in Michigan
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Get the best in me
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
Got a girl with California eyes
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

But you can’t blame me for tryin’
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
We never told no one but we look so cute
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
I’m gonna walk away
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
Lookin’ at my history
Oh, oh
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
I’m gonna walk away
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
Each time the feeling fades
London girl with an attitude
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
I’m bad at love
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again

Both got way better things to do
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history

Get the best of me
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I

Each time the feeling fades
That we’re meant to be
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

Don Q – Protect Ya Patek (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

And before we was sharing a plate?
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
You better protect
Don’t let me get outta character
But on my way to the bank
Plus it was rats
Pouring up, measuring tech
I’m not your average celebrity
Won’t argue with a bitch
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
I can’t accept nothing less
It’s just me and A
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
They pulled me over
Said he a goon
I don’t even wanna get into that
I was on 165th on the west of the X

I’ll really kill for the legacy
Bagging up work was a specialty
So he had to dead the connect

[Bridge: Don Q]
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Might need another hundred on my neck
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Presidential on my wrist
And necked me in the whip
I might need another hundred on my arm
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
On Pateks and we very protected

While I got a friend in the back
Niggas talking about death on the net
Coming out dodging a felony
If you got on a Patek
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Y’all know my rep
My shoes is exotic
You better protect your Patek
I don’t wanna listen to that
I never accept
Yeah, yeah
You better protect your Patek

We breaking all of the barriers
You better protect
But I cannot remember her name
[Hook: Don Q]
And I’m setting the record

I’m probably collecting a check
[Verse 2: Don Q]
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
This is finesse at its best

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
She just took me out the VIP
[Verse 6: Don Q]
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I hit it one time and she called me
He might just go on and snatch it off
You better protect your Patek
If they ain’t feeling me yet
I think she feeling me now
[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
Tell them pardon my back
But I just flew to the tropics
Y’all know my rep
So how could you peasants neglect it
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
Like yeah

My coupé is robotic
Matter of fact
How you my enemy now?
But I don’t be checking for threats
It be feeling hilarious
[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
[Verse 4: Don Q]
[Intro: Don Q]
You see the legends, respect It
I hope you never forget
We match up a check
You better protect

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Tryna question me
We getting that 50 back
Well I got a check on my neck
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
Got some new toys for the home invaders
[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

Where they hustlers and killers be at
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch
Just me and Don
And I can’t help but address it
I’m hearing rumors and gossip

I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
I fucked her and left her depressed
Mask on nigga scarier
Like you got an S on your chest
You better protect
You better protect your Patek

You better protect your Patek
I’m talking nothing but facts
You tryna save her
I put my set on the jet
[Hook: Don Q]
Money no joke
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx

I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
None of this money get took for granted
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
They saying Q is a topic
Yeah, yeah

Jay-Z – Dream. On

My vision was big enough to get me out of the space
‘Specially when you’re dreamin’ aloud
Threw diamonds in the sky that never came down, now that’s a star
It takes tears, sweat, blood, 5 CCs
‘Cause I know what a kid in apartment 5C see’d
For things that are seen are temperal
I’m from where dreamin’ ain’t allowed
I wanted to pass how far I see
I wondered, could a kid from Mars see a kid from Marcy?
Enough to dream your self-esteem into clouds
Roc Nation, indivisible
For me, somethin’ that could see me free was a bar
Speed datin’ with destiny, I couldn’t tell her nope
Heaven knows, all I had was hella hope
You? Who. Are.
God
Turn any situation around
When I first saw stars, television was my telescope
Paper planes turned into the real thing
Yeah
American dream team
The most beautiful things are invisible
You are whatever you say you are

Lute – Juggin’

Hope we survive ’cause tomorrow got to do it big
Still niggas last time I recalled
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Who be your people now?
[Hook]
Pinky promise to my daughter like it ain’t no stoppin’
Young nigga, I gotta thrive, but that’s my only option
Reach for your goals like how you reach for the stars
See, I remember days I felt like I ain’t exist
Sometimes I feel like Will Smith when he play ‘7 Pounds’
That reassures that when I drop, it’s poppin’
Streets cold, hope to heat up the soul
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
I beat the odds like fuck the cards I was dealt
Specially with the thought of never minding a shit
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
Tuition like fuck your pride

Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Birthed from the struggle, same goals, just divided by the street codes
From cap guns, now we shoot to live
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

Jug up out the hole in the wall
Jug up out the hole in the wall
I’m just that nigga from the four that wanted more for himself
Unified nigga, that’s how it’s supposed to be
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
[Verse 1]
Still niggas last time I recalled
Still niggas last time I recalled
I’m scared, let off a Kendrick ad-lib (do-do-doo)
See, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Glock .9 tucked ’cause ain’t no love in these streets
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
‘Cause looking back, nobody was loyal enough to hold you down
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)

Old school cutting corners like a nigga cropped it
Can’t post a picture of my daughter without that "when you dropping" comment
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Cut off some people that I love like who gon’ save me now?
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Never seen a flower grow from mud, but I’m ten toes to grown
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
West side nigga like double Locs used to be
I used to bump Royal T on the way to pops crib on the East
Sacrifice myself to see some people smile
To keep it real, my circle small, could never trust too
Went from big wheels to coupe to villas
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
[Hook]
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
What’s a dollar tomorrow, fuck, if you don’t make it out alive
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
Still niggas last time I recalled
I am the keeper of my brother from other
Bloodshed, hood wonder who them niggas with you
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
.45 in the dash, pray I never cock it

Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
[Outro]
Jug up out the hole in the wall
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
You see, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
I tried to drink it away, but I confronted it scared
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Still niggas last time I recalled
Jug up out the hole in the wall

Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
[Verse 2]
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

E-40 – Straight Out The Dirt (feat. Yo Gotti & NBA Youngboy)

I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus: JPZ]
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"

Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
[Chorus: JPZ]
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I ain’t got speak on what I did

I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
[Chorus: JPZ]
My Cuban link half a kilo
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I got it straight out the dirt
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I got it straight out the dirt
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
I got it straight out the dirt
I had to make the shit work
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I went from nothin’ to somethin’

I had to make the shit work

I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 1: E-40]
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
I got it straight out the dirt
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
I got it straight out the dirt
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
[Chorus: JPZ]
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
I got it straight out the dirt
I signed my deal up in blood letters
I put your life on the set-set
Came up from nothin’
I put the hood on thug
I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
I got it straight out the dirt
Anniversary to vets
I got it straight out the dirt
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
All us getting’ money
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I got it straight out the dirt
I put your hood on wet-wet
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig

I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
Matte white, white on white Rover
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section
Slow it down yellow light

Head stupid hella tight
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
Came up from nothin’
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
I got it straight out the dirt
I had to make the shit work
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
Pussy good hella tight
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I put your goons on bedrest
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it

My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Biatch!
I got it straight out the dirt
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
My young bitch from The Bay
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
I got it straight out the dirt
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I got it straight out the dirt
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
I put the hood on flood
I got it straight out the dirt
I was gettin’ out the mud
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
I got it straight out the dirt
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
Z06 with the pipes

Came up from nothin’
What I do?
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
I haven’t been lost a war yet
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick

I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
I spent them racks on some Margielas
Got loud weed, strong odor
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
I go crazy every time that I hit

Bhad Bhabie – These Heaux

These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww)

Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe)
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
[Outro]
Look these hoes be fake flossin’
These hoes, they feed off attention (yup)
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)

Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch)
Money green like Ceelo
These hoes be fake ballin’
Red cup? No it ain’t Kool-aid
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo
They talk all this shit, but don’t say it in person
Mondo Fresh
Four in my car, and my driver my guard
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha)

Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Yeah, my pocket so swollen

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Won’t catch me off guard on no boulevard
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Zero time, that’s what I give ’em
I’m in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
[Verse 1]
Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah)
Money green like Ceelo
These hoes be lackin’, see me in the back
Water, water drippin’, come take a peak
Run up a check, yeah we runnin’ the streets
On the Gram, they be fake flexin’ (why you lyin’)
[Chorus]
These hoes, they wake up, they beggin’
These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra

I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow)
These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch)
Money green like Ceelo (yup)

I’m riding solo don’t need no one but me
Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
They mattresses be on the floor (haha)
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Tax money that she won’t last (bye)
[Chorus]
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Look
They runnin’ they mouth, they so petty (petty)
These hoes, they wake up they nasty
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
You in trailer hoe, bitch you can’t compete

Trippie Red – I Know How To Self Destruct

That your bitch with me right now, right now
Sit back, baby, blow my pole
Shawty wanna blow my dope
Woah, said I know, I know
That you know
I know your bitch
(I love Trippie Redd)
Stay focused, I’m tryna keep control
[Intro]
That your bitch with me right now
Ah
That you know
[Verse]
Ay, sit back and blow these Os

Yeah, say you know I know
Ay
Said I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
You, uh
Starting to lose control

Lights out, lay down
And I know
I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
14, 14, baby
And I know
Back out, yeah

Ay, I know, I know (I know)
Yeah, I know, I know
Ay
Said I know, I know
Yeah, we gon’ put that "I love Trippie Redd"
You, um, what
Ay, lil bitch
And you know
That your bitch with me right now
Know, I know, I know
Haha
[Outro]
Ay, said I know, I know (I know)
I know
Ay, you know I know

Troy Ave – Pray 4 Me (feat. Touchdown Brown) (Album Of The Summer Album)

I’m fucking with these birds, fuck fake friends
A year before that went and bought a Benz
Niggas got caught, but they didn’t tell
Funny homies hanging with the opposites
Niggas hate on me and do it faithfully
I don’t chase hoes, they be chasing me
[Troy Ave Talking]

If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
Derek held water and I wished him well
And I love my brothers and I’ll never let them down
But when we get it you know we lay them down
Runnig through this dough like a bakery
Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word! (4x)
and how manny of me do I really got? Damn! Damn!
Stand up nigga even in a wheelchair
Turn it down, turn it down a little bit
I’ll do anything for my brothers even lay down
[Verse 2]
Niggas switched sides, hope they burn in hell
8 years later jawn bought a porsche

Through them coins it was fifty bands soap
[Chorus]

Throw a bass line in there too Troy
We really switching rims like I never had ’em!
You know we killed the pussy and we never spared ’em!
How many whips do this nigga got?
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
Dope Boy Troy, word!
[Verse 1]
Difference is, when I try I be dropping shit
Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word! (4x)
Niggas tried to kill me, I be shot and shit

I used to chase money, now it’s racing me

A nigga seen that, he started doing above
Been through some shit and I’m still here
Supposed to drive everyday vrrroooommm
[Touchdown Brown]
[Chorus]
Everything I thought was the opposite
My best friend died and I went to jail

How many cribs do this nigga got?
Age of 15 I jumped off the porch

Troy Ave – CiCi (Album Of The Summer Album)

I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it
That is my bitch
I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
When she down or her knees then she please me
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
That is my bitch
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski
That is my bitch
Trump say’n make America great again

A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley
I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me
[Verse 1]
(That is my bitch)
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink

Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
[Chorus]
[Intro]
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
[Chorus]
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
Bling, bling, bling
I’m in love with a girl named Cici

It don’t affect me Why?

She a pretty little thang and she freaky
The simile in that? I be shine’n all crazy
Open wide bitch
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
(Open wide bitch)
Shorty lethal, but I love it
When she down or her knees then she please me
(Open wide bitch)
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck!
Cold man, my government name Roland
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana
Open wide bitch
I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo!
[Verse 2]
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
[Chorus]
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee

When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
(That is my bitch)
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Troy Ave – She Belongs To The Game (Album Of The Summer Album)

Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
Misisionary, doggy style, any day
That chick ain’t yours
One shot empty it out she lovin’ the taste
You mighta said you love that girl

[Intro: Troy Ave]
Too real nigga in the feel nigga

That chick ain’t yours
She belong to the game
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
If you knew the shit we did you’d probly stab her
I don’t be cuffin’ these hoes
You mighta fucked that girl
Shawty ask ‘Why you such a motherfukin’ playa?’
So sad, so sad, so sad
Knowin’ we could have that bitch any way
You mighta fucked that girl
Ab done had her
So sad, so sad, so sad

And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
You mighta said you love that girl
Thought you had a wife huh
When you come home there’s no food still you fed
This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
But she belong to the game
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
But she belong to the game
Busy trickin’ tryna change that whole life huh

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]

You put the pillow on your face and yell ‘Oh brother’
But she belong to the game
I be finessin’ for dough
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
Imma text you the answer
Hit it with that good ol’ long hard erection
So sad, so sad, so sad
She belong to the game
It’s a damn shame that you tryna save honey

I did it with affection
That chick ain’t yours
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Readin’ books like a sucker
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
You mighta fucked that girl

[Hook: Troy Ave]

I just be bustin these hoes
But that don’t stop her from creepin’ every night huh
Got her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin’
A crack star turned rap star
Up get it, up live it
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin’ dirty in the shower
But I love her though!
Yeah you her man but you don’t even matter
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Let her come out and fuck with a real g
So sad, so sad, so sad
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
Give a nigga dome
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So sad, so sad, so sad
I’m that punk
That’s just the way that it go
That’s the shit to put a smile on her face
Out yo door to get bread
You mighta said you love that girl
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
You reach for the booty and she tell you don’t touch her
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn’t right bruh
She just wanna roam
We all hit it player you ain’t the only batter
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Then turn around and take her back anyway
Drop top boy I ain’t tryna save money
How could you wife her
You mighta fucked that girl
She ain’t under arrest, let the girl free
Did it for protection
Without an insecure nigga blowin’ up her phone
So sad, so sad, so sad
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
I’m gone baby, later
She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing

That chick ain’t yours
So sad, so sad, so sad

Don’t worry, crack a smile, you’ll be OK!
[Hook: Troy Ave]
[Hook: Troy Ave]
[Outro]
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
She don’t like flowers or movie dates
You mighta said you love that girl
Hov done had her
[Hook: Troy Ave]

Troy Ave – Smooth Criminal (Album Of The Summer Album)

(there’s a sign in the window)

Are you OK Annie?
I don’t know!
(you were struck down)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)

Annie, are you OK?
hoo! hoo! Hoo!
Annie, are you OK?

(you’ve been hit by)
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
She ran underneath the table
I don’t know!
(Annie, are you OK?)
Annie, are you OK?
(he came into your apartment)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(so, Annie, are you OK?)
Are you OK Annie?
So, Annie, are you OK,?
So she ran into the bedroom
Annie, are you OK?
(Annie, are you OK?)
(will you tell us, that you’re OK)
Dang gone it, baby!
(you’ve been struck by
(it was your doom)
Annie, are you OK?

So, Annie, are you OK?

(there’s a sign in the window)

hoo! Hoo!

She was struck down, it was her doom
Annie, are you OK?
Dang gone it!
Are you OK Annie?
(Annie, are you OK?)
Are you OK Annie?
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
Are you OK, Annie?
(you were struck down)
I don’t know why baby!
As he came into the window
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
(will you tell us that you’re OK)
So, Annie, are you OK?

Annie, are you OK?
Aaow!
So, Annie, are you OK?
Dang gone it, baby!
You’ve been hit by
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
He came into her apartment

Annie, are you OK?
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
I don’t know!
I don’t know!
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
(are you OK Annie?)
(he came into your apartment)
Mouth to mouth resuscitation

So, Annie, are you OK?
It was Sunday, what a black day
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
(will you tell us, that you’re OK)
So, Annie, are you OK?

(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(Annie, are you OK?)
It was the sound of a crescendo
Dang gone it, baby!
OK, I want everybody to clear the area right now!

(Annie, are you OK?)

(will you tell us that you’re OK)
You’ve been hit by
Dang gone it!
Are you OK Annie?

(then you ran into the bedroom)
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
(it was your doom)
(there’s a sign in the window)
(he came into your apartment)
I don’t know!
I don’t know!
Are you OK, Annie?
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
Annie, are you OK?
Sounding heartbeats intimidations
(there’s a sign in the window)
(you were struck down)
A smooth criminal
(he came into your apartment)
Are you OK Annie?
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
A smooth criminal)
Are you OK, Annie?
Aaow!
He could see she was unable
So they came into the outway

(then you ran into the bedroom)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
(you were struck down)
So, Annie, are you OK?