Daily Archives: October 26, 2017

Eric Church – Round Here Buzz

No, Scotty’s ain’t got no vibe
Her mama was my homeroom teacher
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Got no idea where you are now
Yeah, I’m sure there’s higher highs
I drove that preacher’s daughter crazy
But he’s got two for one ’til two tonight
I catch me a ’round here buzz
And her dad was hell bent on saving me
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
I catch me a ’round here buzz
Or if you ever got that penthouse palace
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
Ever since you caught that out there bug
Ever since you caught that out there bug
‘Til my down goes up
I catch me a ’round here buzz
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I’m just a parking lot down and outer
Hell, I’ve never been east of Dallas
There’s a line of cars leaving
‘Round here buzz
Where the high risers rise
I never had big city eyes
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
‘Til my down here
‘Til my down goes up
Across from that welcome sign
I catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Lit up like that one stoplight
Under that high school bleacher
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
Catch me a ’round here buzz
Me, I’m sitting on the hood of mine drinking
Home team’s got an out of towner
But me, I’m gonna sit right here tonight, and
I catch me a ’round here buzz
Across from that welcome sign
Catch me a ’round here buzz
Got no gas in his neon light
Lit up like that one stoplight
Another Friday night
Is lit up like that one stoplight

Angel Olsen – Special

Give me a fever, show me some reason
I see you
I’m just a vessel, far away, I see you
I see you, and it’s unclear
Want every lesson, the lessons they teach me
I need you to show you’re here
Tell me, I’m nothing, nothing
Want to be special, something like your mother
But now in this moment, I wish I could meet you
Guess you could say I lost some faith in people
I could be made out of truth, not some liar
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
Someone who knows where I am, whenever they reach me

Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you

Want to be tempered, sick to be tested
But I’m just a balloon, far away, I see you

Want every thought to be golden or fire
Want to be special, something like your mother
Love me whenever it’s out of season
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
Too many like us, run out of the steeple
To see it all clearly, whenever it’s rested
Tell me, I’m nothing to fear
I see you

Young Dolph – Point Across

Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
[Chorus]
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
I’m straight out the block (block)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
It’s money when I talk (yeah)

I fuck her then I dip (gone)

Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
I’m straight out the block (block)

[Verse 2]
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
For real though
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)

Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
[Chorus]
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)

Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Jump back in my whip (yup)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum

Jump back in my whip (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
I’m straight out the block (block)
[Verse 1]
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting

Joe Moses – On My Bumper (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

All these girls (girls)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
All these girls on my bumper

You know I like it when you do with no hands
All these girls (girls)
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
[Outro: Joe Moses]
All these girls on my bumper

Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Baby pull up on me
Damn damn damn
Back it up on me like whoa
All these girls on my bumper
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper
[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
All these girls (all these girls)
Got all these girls (girls)
We got another one
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
All these girls (all these girls)
Because you know
All these girls (all these girls)

When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Girl we done, it was just a little fun

Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
We got another one
You know I run it up on my baby
All these girls (girls)
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one

And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
Baby pull up on me
Got all these girls (girls)

Got me like down down down
Got all these girls (girls)
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
[Verse 2: Ty]
All these girls (all these girls)
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
All these girls (all these girls)

All these girls (girls)
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’

Baby pull up on me
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty

The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
Got all these girls (girls)
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
All these girls (all these girls)
And that’s real
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room

Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)

Julia Michaels – Worst In Me (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Ah ah ah ah ah (Really doesn’t want to)
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
You celebrate all my success without crossing a line
Yeah
And the truth is that we could
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
And the truth is that we could
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
You could go out with your female friends and I’d be totally fine
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
But, baby, I won’t lose you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
Ah ah ah ah ah
But maybe it’s the worst in me
Ah ah ah ah ah
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
Now, it’s like we’re scared of getting good
I know we can fix these kinks
Ah ah ah ah ah (Oh)
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
It’s almost like I’ve gotten so used to resentment
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
But the best of me wants to love you, I really want to
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
When I don’t always react the way you expect
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
It’s like we’re scared of getting good
That’s bringing out the worst in you
Remember when you used to be happy for me?
But the best of me wants to love you
If you won’t, if you won’t
But maybe it’s the worst in me (worst in me)
That’s bringing out the worst in you
That every annoying little thing you say has lost its effect
It’s almost like it’s made you a little bit bitter
Ah ah ah ah ah
I know we can fix these kinks
I know we can fix these kinks
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I won’t hurt you again

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)

I don’t love my bitch anyway
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Booty and the beast I need two at least
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)

I got the wraith sittin
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
Thot thot
I’m at the goal line
Now they better friends
[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
(aye aye)

And I hit the goldmine slow down
[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
Hey (stretch) ahh!
My shit the best yes
Shawty got gold pussy

You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Four 12’s in the trunk
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
We done already ate ain’t it
And I hit the goldmine slow down
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I

Shawty got gold pussy
La La
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
Aye aye aye aye
After party go down to the mansion
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)

You got it, she worked it out
I got your bae sittin
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
Bitch be our guest yes
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
That dick make em feel like they weight training
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Lets just fuck in the better light
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
(Gang Gang)
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down

And I hit the goldmine slow down
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Cock block
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
(Fuck Nigga)
(aye aye aye aye)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Laptop
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
So I fuck that bitch anyway
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
I got the base hittin
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
Pour up a four in my phantom
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Top top
And I hit the goldmine slow down

I’m at the goal line oh yeah
You Okay?
(Lil bitty bitch) You got it?
Shawty got gold pussy
[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
I’m in that SS
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Gimme
That’ll be hella right
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a

Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)

Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
She always know I be wildin’
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Got it through money and violence
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
Check out and know that I be the topic
When we together we stylin’
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In Santo Domingo so many options
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
[Hook: Quavo]
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)

Oh, yeah that my topic
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I ride with a stick for who want it with me

Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
She always love I be grindin’
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)

Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
[Hook: Quavo]

Migo, oooh
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)

Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
[Verse 2: Born]
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Shorty must think that I need her

[Hook: Quavo]
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)
[Intro: Quavo]
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
[Verse 1: Born]

DJ Kay Slay – Hip-Hop Icons (feat. Ice-T & Kool G Rap)

Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
Shit got greazy good men got killed
If you can’t add money you ain’t from the street
No beat just release the hounds
Death is always near, and then it gets dealt
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
Grip the wood on the wheel lay back in your seat
I ain’t new to this shit, I could rap for weeks

And I’m still alive today
Chest neck gripping with ice like a comma do
I move the social elite from the concrete
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
Rap] [Verse 2: Kool G.
[Hook: Ice-T]
In my dark world fuck boys get touched
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats
Niggas come comical, I fix ’em with the llama too
This what the hard rocks cock Glocks to
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
So don’t test me in no type of way
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Don’t floss around me nigga you shook
You never fuck with no live niggas I know
Corona the own, I rep it to the death boy
Only place your hard is in your motherfucking bio
(That nigga plays a cop) Broke nigga don’t speak
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
A lot had to be shown it had to be proven
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
I ain’t impressed by your jewelry, that could get took

Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
But I don’t cry, niggas must die
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own
All your dope talk crack talk trap talk bullshit
I serve whack niggas, please believe that
KGR boy, Queens grime nigga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
I’m much older and colder now
I might let you live a few years, feel yourself
Yea nigga this the auto bio
[Hook: Ice-T]
Get your gats out hoods on masks up
My thirst for revenge you bitch niggas can’t comprehend
[Verse 1: Ice-T]
Turn your block into the scene of the crime nigga
Iceberg bitch, motherfucker you heard
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Murder here my nigga Universe caught a slug in the eye yo
Somehow I kept my head down kept moving
My bloodlust is unquenchable

The money in ’85 was so astronomical
Seventeen years 200k a week
It wasn’t easy lotta blood got spilled
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own
This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin
Bottom of the pot rock pat ’em and dry those
Imma go on cause I feel the mic starting to heat
How could real niggas stomach your lies?
Fuck with the auto die yo

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Nigga you on the bus, while I’m whipping a fleet
A mean shine nigga the beam on the nine nigga
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Lay low from homicide with a side hoe, you know how it go
This ain’t the pop that the kids bop to
I hate rap niggas, I love street cats

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

3’s company

Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
It’s just me and you two in this room
[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn

Oh baby let me see you walk
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it
Double M give it up, chunky
3’s company
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Take a drag out the dope

Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
SD, O.T
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
The west coast do the most
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
Oh baby let me see you walk
[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Oh baby, let me see you walk
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa

It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
You and your girlfriends
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it

Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Handle, got that stick like magic
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
O.T., SD, CB
3’s company
Sexy girl you came to party
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
You and your girlfriends
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Sexy girl you came to party
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Hit your walk, hop to it
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe

One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Hit your walk, hop to it
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player
One black, one white, at the same time
I’ma show you the way a real player do it
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player
Genasis] [Verse 2: O.T.
Play on player
Play on player
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
3’s company
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
I’ma show you the way a real player do it
Any nigga say some gotta see me
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it

We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
I’ma show you the way a real player do it
I got 25 ways I can get it
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time

(Ooh wee, ooh wee)
36 O’s, pair of phones
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
Sexy girl you came to party
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
Play on player

Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Like I been here with you two, before
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Step to me
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
And it feels like déjà vu
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You and your girlfriends
(3’s company, baby)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
Them strobe lights keep flashing
Sexy girl you came to party

Step to me
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Hit your walk, hop to it
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Step to me
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
You and your girlfriends

Esil Duran – Любов

и всичко тук на теб ухае
Целувай ме сега не се обръщай – гледат или не
Целувай ме сега не се обръщай – гледат или не
[Припев]
Влудяваш ме така,целувай ме сега!

Целувай ме сега какво ти пука – криза или не
Целувай ме горещо,
Влудяваш ме така,целувай ме сега!
[Припев]
Целувай ме сега какво ти пука – криза или не
и хапи не говори всичко друго можеш ти.
Въздуха мирише на любов

Целувай ме сега не казвай "мило, имах тежък ден"
и хапи не говори всичко друго можеш ти.
Кризата не ме касае, щом до мен си ти искам те това е
Целувай ме сега не казвай "мило, имах тежък ден"

и не чакай подходящо място и време
Кризата не те касае,щом очите ти гледат само в мене

The Offspring – Why Don’t You Get A Job?

He tells me every day
She tells me every day
Say no way, say no way, no way
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Why don’t you get a job
Why don’t you get a job
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
Why don’t you get a job
Why don’t you get a job
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Say no way, say no way, no way
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Why don’t you get a job
Let me tell you about my other friend now
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
Well I guess it ain’t easy doing nothing at all
In the worst kind of way"
My friend’s got a girlfriend
Say no way, say no way, no way
To keep her bill collectors at bay
To give her money every payday
Every day
You gotta say
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
Man he hates that bitch
Well my friend
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
He works his hands to the bone
My friend’s got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
Well my friend
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
You gotta say
‘Cause that girl’s got expensive taste
But hey man free rides just don’t come along
She sits on her ass

Bebe Rexha – Meant To Be (feat. Florida Georgia Line)

If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be (c’mon)
Whoa, hold up, girl, don’t you know you’re beautiful?
By a couple guys that didn’t treat me right
Maybe we do
Who knows where this road is supposed to lead
So, c’mon ride with me, ride with me
Maybe we don’t
See where this thing goes
No need to go​ nowhere fast, let’s enjoy right here where we at
Baby, if it’s meant to be
So, won’t you ride with me, ride with me?
‘Cause I’m tired of the fake love, show me what you’re made of
We got nothing but time
See where this thing goes
Maybe we will
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be (let’s go)
So, won’t you ride with me, ride with me?
Baby, if it’s meant to be
Baby, just let it be
See where this thing goes
Boy, make me believe
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, if it’s meant to be
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, if it’s meant to be
Baby, just let it be
Baby, just let it be
So, won’t you ride with me, ride with me?
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
Baby, just let it be
And it’s easy to see
As long as you’re right here next to me, everything’s gonna be alright
Baby, just let it be
I ain’t gon’ lie, ain’t gonna lie
I don’t mean to be so uptight, but my heart’s been hurt a couple times
If it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
So, c’mon ride with me, ride with me
But if it’s meant to be, it’ll be, it’ll be
See where this thing goes
Baby, if it’s meant to be
Baby, if it’s meant to be
Maybe we won’t

Maroon 5 – Help Me Out (feat. Julia Michaels) (Lyric Video)

I don’t mean to bother you
Are you awake as me?
Help me out, help me out, out
[Outro: Adam Levine & Julia Michaels]
But there’s something that I want from you
I need a metamorphosis
Help me out, out

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Julia Michaels]
‘Cause I don’t wanna do this on my own

Ooh, I need some, some uncomplicating
Yeah, hey, hey, I know that there will come a day
Help me out, ’cause I need something up to calm me down
Help me out, out

Help me out, out
Ooh, I need some, some uncomplicating

Help me out, out
Help you out, help me out
[Pre-Chorus: Julia Michaels & Adam Levine]
Hey, hey, I know that there will come a day
And hey, hey I know that there will come a day
[Chorus: Adam Levine & Julia Michaels]
Help me out, help me out, out
[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
‘Cause I don’t wanna do this on my own
When you, you need somebody to
Ooh, I need some temporary saving
Help me out, out

Help me out, ’cause I need something up to calm me down
Help me out, ’cause I need something up to calm me down
Help me out, out
I’m getting kind of over this

Help me out
Distract me from thinking too much
[Bridge: Adam Levine & Julia Michaels]
Ooh, I need some temporary saving

Help you out, help me out

Help me out
Hey, hey I know that there will come a day
[Chorus: Adam Levine & Julia Michaels]
When, when you, you need somebody to
Help me out
‘Cause I don’t wanna do this on my own
Loose ends all tied up with a touch
When you, you need somebody to
If not, do you wanna be?
[Verse 2: Adam Levine & Julia Michaels]
When, when you, you need somebody to

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine]

Tru Life – Last Night (feat. Future)

Last night he caught a body
They said it’s gon’ be a storm
Shoot it up and then zoom
You know my niggas don’t lose

Last night he caught a body (woo)
But if Future don’t trust ya, I’ma shoot ya
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Ain’t no cuffin’ hoes, ain’t no cuffin’, ho
[Chorus: Future]
[Intro: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Mogul Tree Mafiosi, Freebandz be the gang
Rosé in my Fruit Loops, hard time, and I did that
Know a nigga got proof, y’know a nigga gotta prove
100 hoes at the door, tell a homie, "buzz ’em in" (buzz ’em in!)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
I get even with odd numbers, 357’s and 9’s
100 shots, let ’em loose
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Uh, I’m actin’ crazy in the club again
Trap, trap, trap, I peel this wing off at the red light
Streets love us (Myles William)
Nigga, pop pop like balloon
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)

In the night, nigga, in the noon
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Came home, niggas still pussy, came to take my shit back
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
[Chorus: Future]
[Chorus: Future]
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah
You know the work don’t lose
Got goon-goons on shrooms
I already had juice, I already had juice, yeah
They don’t have no clue what mothafuckin’ happened
And I’m stuffed up, nigga, I’m drugged up
Mogul Tree, Freebandz chain, I’m down to die for that shine
I sound abnormal
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
We so quick to let ’em loose
[Verse 1: Tru Life]
Let it loose, let ’em loose
Boom boom to the moon moon
Land a jet like anywhere, know what I’m sayin’?
Burn this bitch down

It’s that desert talk

Chain shoppin’ in the club, lames better tuck ’em in
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)

Dog her out like Blue’s Clues, doggystyle like woof woof

Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Blat, blat, blat!
100 goons, let ’em loose
[Outro: DJ Clue]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Tru-Tru in the blue coupe runnin’ choo choo on your new new
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)

Last night he caught a body
Tru told me like, "Pluto, nigga, you abnormal, nigga"
You know a nigga got juice, I already had juice
Blew a bag on Aces like I ran off on the plug again
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last night he caught a body
If you a real hustler, I recruit ya
Brrrrrrrat!
[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t need no extendo, 1 shot to the mind (blat)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
I ain’t fuck her but I know just what her head like
Get the tool, let it loose
40 Madison, gang gang outside of Crown Fried (bang)

Troy Ave – CiCi

I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me

A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley
Cold man, my government name Roland
When she down or her knees then she please me
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
That is my bitch
When she down or her knees then she please me
Shorty lethal, but I love it
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo!
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck!

When she down or her knees then she please me

(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)
Open wide bitch
(Open wide bitch)
The simile in that? I be shine’n all crazy
[Verse 2]
Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
Open wide bitch
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it
That is my bitch
[Chorus]
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana
That is my bitch
I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
[Intro]
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
Bling, bling, bling
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
I’m in love with a girl named Cici
Open wide bitch
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
(That is my bitch)
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
[Chorus]
Trump say’n make America great again
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink

It don’t affect me Why?
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski