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Bryson Tiller - Overtime (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
You know how I feel about like... us, right?
Like... how I wanna go about it
But you never tell me how you feel about it
How you wanna go about it
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over-
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping
My windows is tinted, let's go
My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi
We getting it all over the clothes
This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom
And you know business getting handled
Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom
No that's something your nigga can't fathom
Aw man, he just bought her Balmain
He thought that would keep her 'round
But he thought wrong, nothing at all
That's what she got on
And she will get up and leave him for me, I know
I mean how could he not know?
Cause see
I've been working for it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, she know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
I've been working OT
Tryna show you what it's like just to know me
And ever since that day you approached me
I been thinking 'bout you and you only
And we just like to fuck, that's it, nothing else
Fuck falling in love, that's for someone else
I break the bank for you, 'til no money left
Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions
And I feel it, you hurting and I been healing
Girl that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me
I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far
Now I want it for myself, that's his loss
Oh he mad huh? Is he pissed off?
Too bad, nigga should've been on his job
You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard
Ay, is- is you, is you, with it? Yeah (Been working this hard, yeah)
Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as fuck
We been fucking, on the couch, on the bed
Baby girl on my mind, hol' up - there it go
I know he gonna see us as a threat, that's all, I really do at all
I think yeah he most likely did see me as a threat at first
I don't know but I just know when he sees me we're together he's gonna be like, what, like, like he feel he done lost, that kind
Damn, no baby
I'm kinda looking for her - for you
For you to be my bride, and the mother of my child
Oh yeah
(Oh yeah baby...)
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Bryson Tiller - Overtime (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
You know how I feel about like... us, right?
Like... how I wanna go about it
But you never tell me how you feel about it
How you wanna go about it
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over-
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping
My windows is tinted, let's go
My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi
We getting it all over the clothes
This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom
And you know business getting handled
Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom
No that's something your nigga can't fathom
Aw man, he just bought her Balmain
He thought that would keep her 'round
But he thought wrong, nothing at all
That's what she got on
And she will get up and leave him for me, I know
I mean how could he not know?
Cause see
I've been working for it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, she know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
I've been working OT
Tryna show you what it's like just to know me
And ever since that day you approached me
I been thinking 'bout you and you only
And we just like to fuck, that's it, nothing else
Fuck falling in love, that's for someone else
I break the bank for you, 'til no money left
Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions
And I feel it, you hurting and I been healing
Girl that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me
I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far
Now I want it for myself, that's his loss
Oh he mad huh? Is he pissed off?
Too bad, nigga should've been on his job
You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard
Ay, is- is you, is you, with it? Yeah (Been working this hard, yeah)
Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as fuck
We been fucking, on the couch, on the bed
Baby girl on my mind, hol' up - there it go
I know he gonna see us as a threat, that's all, I really do at all
I think yeah he most likely did see me as a threat at first
I don't know but I just know when he sees me we're together he's gonna be like, what, like, like he feel he done lost, that kind
Damn, no baby
I'm kinda looking for her - for you
For you to be my bride, and the mother of my child
Oh yeah
(Oh yeah baby...)
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![Lil Durk - Broadway Girls ft. Morgan Wallen (Lyrics)
Lil Durk - Broadway Girls ft. Morgan Wallen (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Morgan Wallen & Lil Durk]
2 AM at a Broadway bar
Shes puttinâ her number in my phone (Broadway girls alone)
Twoâ
Budâ
Lights deep, andâ
shes sayin things she donât mean
Andâ
you know
[Verse 1: Morgan Wallen]
I met her down at Aldeans
She said that she saw me walkin in about a mile away
Bean just had to take her phone and that just took her smile away
She said Im too drunk and crazy, she dont like the way I dance
I said, You dont have to join in, she said shed take a chance
Ive been kinda crazy ever since it went down
I get kind of lost, and, baby, this what I found
Girls like you just wanna take me around, around and around
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen & Lil Durk]
Oh, thereâs two things that youâre gonna find out
They dont love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, Iâda stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone (Leave em alone, leave em alone)
Them Broadway girls alone (Leave em alone, leave âem alone)
Leave them Broadway girls alone
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
They town just told me, Dont trust em
Broadway girls a trap
They on me, they tryna finesse me
They see me with Morgan and know that I rap
My horse is Porsches, turnin me on
I jump on a horse, she get on the back
I went to the bar to go buy her a drink
She listen to P!nk, she told me she not into rap
I cant run out of money
The trenches love me forever
They treat me like Ed in London
Take her to pool, then got a beer for nothin
Tecovas boots, guitar, cigar, the bar
She ridin a bull like cars, she usually dont cool with stars
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
Now, theres two things that youre gonna find out
They dont love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, Ida stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Them Broadway girls alone
[Bridge: Morgan Wallen & Lil Durk]
Oh, think I oughta settle down
And find me somethin I can take back to my hometown, oh
But I told em that Im savage
They just tryna tell me theres
[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
Theres two things that youre gonna find out
They dont love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, Ida stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone
Two things that youre gonna find out
They dont love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, Ida stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Leave them Broadway girls alone
[Outro: Morgan Wallen]
Lone, lone, Broadway girl
Lone, lone, Broadway girls alone
Lone, lone, Broadway girls
Broadway girls, Broadway girls alone
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![Pop Smoke - Foreigner ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie (Music Video)
Pop Smoke - Foreigner ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Uh
808Melo
Traphouse Mob (Woo)
This is a Melo Beat (Its Big 092MLBOA)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Haha, bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh,â
woo)
Foreignerâ
(Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
My bitchâ
a foreigner (Woo) and she loveâ
to fuck (A lot of fuckin)
She suck it up (Uh),âmakeâherâfall in loveâ(Woo)
Put that onâher tongue (Haha), Perky on her tongue
She do them walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us
The gas that Im smokin potent (Potent)
Ice on my neck, snowin (Snowin)
Im dark skin, glowin (Glowin)
Off the Perky, Im rollin (Rollin)
Valet, park it (Park it)
Im screamin, Im barkin (Barkin)
They like, Papi, why you startin? (Hold on)
Pop a Perc, go retarded (Woo)
They know Im wildin, I need that respect (Grrt)
Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes (Baow)
Pop Smoke, niggas know Im up next (Woo)
Dread keep on shootin until its none left
Im 823, yeah, I throw up the set (Yo Cig)
Twenty years old, but I move like a vet
You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest (Woo)
Nigga, cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I fuck her and pass her
Show her the difference between a dog and a master (Master)
Lamborghini truck, floorin (Floorin)
Got your bitch in the back whorin (Whorin)
She like, Papi, I adore you (Dore you)
Im like, Baby, I aint normal (Normal), rrr
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Haha, bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh, woo)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Pop Smoke]
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary (Haha, woo)
Christian Dior I need more
Dont do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na-na-na, let it off
Yeah, lets go
Yeah, forty-five in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, hah (Rrr)
On God, Ima fraud
I was in all the stores
I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah
Do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiris
But I still need more
I could go on and on, yeah (Haha)
I aint even gotta talk, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Chopper go na-na-na
Hoodie on with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, thats a jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp in this bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
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![Moone Walker - Lizzo 2 ft. Big Money Blitz, Kevin Gates (Lyrics)
Moone Walker - Lizzo 2 ft. Big Money Blitz, Kevin Gates (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Run-It-Up)
[Chorus: Moone Walker]
She got a little bit of stomach, but thats okay, uh
She gon let a real nigga eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lotta cake, uh
Baby, thats a whole lotta shape
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my face, uh
Ima wrap my arm around your waist
And hold on real tight while you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you ride to the music
[Verse 1: Moone Walker]
Im a different kind of breed when it come to this here
Gotta be a certain kind of size when it come to this ride, Ima give you what you need from the rear
Girl, Im tryna push your knees to your ear
Inhale, Дxhale like youre tryna makД a fist on me, uh
Love it when you clinch on me
Round four, give you time to regroup
Then youre blowin on the hitter like a flute
I come pack while Im strokin, give me that motion
Got a hitter sinnin like a heathen
And I already told you that I like a lot of food on my plate
Big boy, so you know Im not vegan
Now tell me how you want it like Pac, you can climb on top
Six-ninin, I aint talkin bout Tekashi
And I dont give a damn about your stomach, baby, ride my face
Catwalk, treat me like a Kawasaki
[Chorus: Moone Walker]
She got a little bit of stomach, but thats okay, uh
She gon let a real nigga eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lotta cake, uh
Baby, thats a whole lotta shape
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my face, uh
Ima wrap my arm around your waist
And hold on real tight while you do it (Really be like that sometimes)
Twerk like Lizzo when you ride to the music (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Big Money Blitz]
Four zips in a Sprite, in the styrofoam, the ice, I like my drink muddy (Dirty)
Bitch, dont bring yourself, ho, if you aint gon bring your buddy
No cap, bitch, I mean that, the baddest, I done seen that
Yall be where the fiends at, I be where the green at (Yeah)
I be ridin down 85, smokin 93, doin eighty-five (Yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds in my teeth, they be shinin when I speak, look like diamonds all I eat (Yeah)
[Chorus: Moone Walker]
She got a little bit of stomach, but thats okay
Appreciate a woman with a whole lotta cake
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my face
Hold on real tight while you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you rideâ
[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Please stand flat-footed, put your hands on your knees
Arch in your back, left hand your oblique
Make a fist with your pussy, yes, maam, make it squeeze
In the mirror, make you feel it in your kidney
Slow motion when you push back on it, I command you to breathe
Dick stand at attention, you salute, then at ease
Hmm, Im the truth, you agree
Im a god in the streets, Im a don, Im a king
This conversation stay between you and me
Any sexual injustice you make, Im respondin (For real)
You sexy, that pressure, cant wait to apply it
You really wan ride, still afraid to acknowledge
While liftin that weight, I was thinkin about you
You look in my eyes while you sit up on top
Put your hands on my chest while you ridin, you rockin
I grip on your body, you come on and pop it, yeah
[Outro: Moone Walker]
She got, got, got
She got
She got
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![Nas - Shoot em Up (Music Video)
Nas - Shoot em Up (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah! (Yo)
Uhh
[Verse 1]
One .44, two .45s
Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
Five-hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die
We shooting every mothafucka outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car
Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran
There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, seven shots, now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor then we shot some more
Niggas he was with, two niggas hit, one nigga fell
One tried to run, go get him, son
Make sure hes done fore we bail, I aint tryna go to jail
Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat
If these nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things by all means
Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
[Chorus]
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
[Verse 2]
Driving through the roads, Suburban Chevrolet
Six tinted windows, and Im on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
Ringing the bell, where in the hell could they be at?
Im about to leave stepping slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack?
Now pull my strap, its my man and we have the same plan
There them bitches go, Civic 94
Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck two already, third ass was heavy
Nas, this is Sherry, Sherry, this is Nas and his man, ready?
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Cant find my man, heard a blam-blam
Now Im wondering, In this scam, do I even stand a chance?
He killed the hoes, took all they dough
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky, coming down the stairs
Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
Put your gun down, we can skip town
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range
[Chorus]
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
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