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Denzel Curry - DIFFERENCE ft. Yebba (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Go inside the booth and they double the wages
Made the point and now I guard it like I'm Baron Davis
Celebrate my wins like holidays, that's very Pagan
Agin' like it's fine wine, sippin' on my downtime
Deliverin' powerlines, you niggas livin' under 'em
That's the only way you ballin', health insurance cover 'em
Sleepin' on God until a pillow come and smother 'em
Your worst nightmare who's appearing to be a southerner (Other side)
This the American dream that I'm livin'
With opportunities takin' instead of Indian givin', hold up
Wait a whole cotton-pickin' minute
Gave you money for a chain, but not to buy your masters with it
Can't split it with the fam, but you spend it on some bitches?
You say you helped your friends, but they still out in the trenches? (Huh)
Switchin' up on niggas, now you gotta carry switches?
I can't lie, I can't even tell a difference (Nah)
[Chorus: Yebba]
Way below ground zero (Come down off the holster)
Fighting everyone you know
My God, you're wearing thin
On your rollercoaster
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Go inside the booth and I double the pages (That's right)
Like the last picture of Pac that was taken in Vegas (Let's go)
Lookin' hopeless, now you coping with a cup full of medicine Sprite
'Bout what you done with your life (Right, pour up)
The side effect of fame had you not reading the label
While you scratchin' on the surface, I bet you I turn the tables, like (Like?)
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Spinnin' on your block and I'm singing up on the replay
Probably 'cause you changed for some change (For some change)
Bringin' back Barack Obama's campaign
Now nobody wanna speak your damn name
Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame
I tried talkin' to 'em, but the homie didn't listen
Beat him at his own game, how Ali did Liston
'Cause when it to talkin' hella shit and sayin' real shit
I can't lie, he can't even tell the difference
(You's a bitch)
[Chorus: Yebba]
Way below ground zero (Come down off the holster)
Fighting everyone you know
My God, you're wearing thin
On your rollercoaster
[Verse 3: Yebba]
Whiplash in my neck, I caught a glimpse of your regret
But your thinking cap is long lost through the wind (All these)
Two jabs to my left, 'cause our good sides never met
Live fast, die hard, we're all soft in the end (All these)
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Denzel Curry - DIFFERENCE ft. Yebba (Lyrics)
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Spotify:
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Go inside the booth and they double the wages
Made the point and now I guard it like I'm Baron Davis
Celebrate my wins like holidays, that's very Pagan
Agin' like it's fine wine, sippin' on my downtime
Deliverin' powerlines, you niggas livin' under 'em
That's the only way you ballin', health insurance cover 'em
Sleepin' on God until a pillow come and smother 'em
Your worst nightmare who's appearing to be a southerner (Other side)
This the American dream that I'm livin'
With opportunities takin' instead of Indian givin', hold up
Wait a whole cotton-pickin' minute
Gave you money for a chain, but not to buy your masters with it
Can't split it with the fam, but you spend it on some bitches?
You say you helped your friends, but they still out in the trenches? (Huh)
Switchin' up on niggas, now you gotta carry switches?
I can't lie, I can't even tell a difference (Nah)
[Chorus: Yebba]
Way below ground zero (Come down off the holster)
Fighting everyone you know
My God, you're wearing thin
On your rollercoaster
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Go inside the booth and I double the pages (That's right)
Like the last picture of Pac that was taken in Vegas (Let's go)
Lookin' hopeless, now you coping with a cup full of medicine Sprite
'Bout what you done with your life (Right, pour up)
The side effect of fame had you not reading the label
While you scratchin' on the surface, I bet you I turn the tables, like (Like?)
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Spinnin' on your block and I'm singing up on the replay
Probably 'cause you changed for some change (For some change)
Bringin' back Barack Obama's campaign
Now nobody wanna speak your damn name
Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame
I tried talkin' to 'em, but the homie didn't listen
Beat him at his own game, how Ali did Liston
'Cause when it to talkin' hella shit and sayin' real shit
I can't lie, he can't even tell the difference
(You's a bitch)
[Chorus: Yebba]
Way below ground zero (Come down off the holster)
Fighting everyone you know
My God, you're wearing thin
On your rollercoaster
[Verse 3: Yebba]
Whiplash in my neck, I caught a glimpse of your regret
But your thinking cap is long lost through the wind (All these)
Two jabs to my left, 'cause our good sides never met
Live fast, die hard, we're all soft in the end (All these)
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![Lil Durk - Broadway Girls ft. Morgan Wallen (Lyrics)
Lil Durk - Broadway Girls ft. Morgan Wallen (Lyrics)
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Spotify:
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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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