Tuesday 05 March 2024 10:40 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Ramonda Song by Teya Dora: “Ramonda” is a New Song, sung by Teya Dora. Ramonda Song was written by Teya Dora, Ajzi, and Luxonee, and the music was produced by Luxonee and Teya Dora.
Teya Dora – Ramonda Lyrics
Nemam, Nemam, Nemam Ja Nemam Mira, Nemam Sna Ne Dâ Noć Da Dođe Dan Teško Onom Ko Je Sam
Kô Pod Vodom, Tiho Je Sve VriÅ¡tim, Al’ Se Ne ÄŒuje Iza Gora Beli Sjaj, Ja Ne Nazirem Kraj Ovo Put Je Za Ranjene
A Nema Ko Da Vodi Me Do Svetle Zvezde Danice Gori Svet (Gori Svet), Svaki Cvet (Svaki Cvet) Gde Su Nestale (Nestale) Lila Ramonde?
Tuesday 05 March 2024 10:51 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Ramonda (English Translation) Song by Teya Dora: “Ramonda” is a New Song, sung by Teya Dora. Ramonda Song was written by Teya Dora, Ajzi, and Luxonee, and the music was produced by Luxonee and Teya Dora.
Teya Dora – Ramonda (English Translation) Lyrics
I Have No, I Have No, I Have No Have No Peace, Have No Sleep Night Is Not Letting The Day To Arrive It’s Tough For Those Who Are Alone
Like Underwater, Everything Is Quiet I’m Screaming, But It’s Unhearable Behind The Hill’s A Dawn Light, For Me There’s No End In Sight This Is The Path For The Wounded Ones
And There Is Nobody To Guide Me Towards The Light Of The Morning Star The World Is Burning (The World Is Burning), Every Flower (Every Flower) Where Did They Vanish (Vanish), Lilac Ramondas?
Tuesday 05 March 2024 11:19 AM UTC+00 | Tags: french
X Song by Tiakola: “X” is a New Song, sung by Tiakola. X Song was written by Tiakola, and the music was produced by Tarik Azzouz, Ikaz Boi, Lyele Gwapo, Cheu-B, KKL Bomoko, Madrane, and Gandhi (BEL).
Être Riche Comme Le Daron D’ethan Et Kyks, Suis Mon Flow, Pas Les Lyrics Ils Me Prennent Pour Qui Pour Que J’fasse La Morale À Leurs Fils ? Fu*k Ton Avocat D’o- (Fu*k Ton Avocat D’o-), Fu*k, Fu*k Ton Avocat D’office À Deux Doigts D’rejoindre Redoine Faïd Quand Le Daron Était Proche De La Faillite Mal À L’aise Quand Je Rentre De Lafayette Avec Ces Strass Et Ces Paillettes Y A Qu’pour Ma Mère Que J’paye L’addition, J’encule Leurs Codes Et Leurs Traditions
Return Under X, Hooded, Masked Face Like Siboy, It Saves Me From Stalling Peaks Ass Between Two Chairs, After The Showcase, They Only Want To Talk To Me About X I Do What I Know How To Do Best, Smile When I’m Happy, Smile When I’m Sad
Be Rich Like Ethan And Kyks Daron, Follow My Flow, Not The Lyrics Who Do They Take Me For So That I Can Lecture Their Sons? Fu*k Your Lawyer D’o- (Fu* Your Lawyer D’o-), Fu*k, Fu*k Your Court Attorney Two Fingers Away From Joining Redoine Faïd When Daron Was Close To Bankruptcy Uncomfortable When I Come Back From Lafayette With These Rhinestones And These Sequins It’s Only For My Mother That I Pay The Bill, I Fuck Their Codes And Their Traditions
Better Control My Appearances, Looking For A Woman Who Don’t Share My Sounds (B!tch) I Put On A Helmet Like My Big Brothers, I Could Have Been In X Like Daft Punk I’m Moving Away From The Game, There Are Plenty Of Actors, I Had The Dream Of Being Eto’o And Not A Rapper (B!tch) I’m Not The Problem, I’m Trained, Same Team, Different Training Niggas In Trap, We Hanged Out, Generation Charo Life, XV BB Hooded, Masked Face Like Siboy, I’m Op, I’m Going To Tighten, Surrounded By Weirdos, The Taros Are Square I’m Going To Get Out, Come Back To X, Get Out, Come Back To X
Carjack Chiraq, Carjack Chiraq Carjack Chiraq, Carjack Chiraq I’m Not The Problem, I’m Trained, Same Team, Different Training Niggas In Trap, We Been Hanging Out, Niggas In Trap, We Been Hanging Out Same Team, Different Training Niggas In Trap, We Been Hanging Out, Niggas In Trap, We Been Hanging Out Generation Charo Life, XV BB
Tuesday 05 March 2024 11:41 AM UTC+00 | Tags: french
SOLO Song by Tiakola: “SOLO” is a New Song, sung by Tiakola and La Fève. SOLO Song was written by Tiakola and La Fève, and the music was produced by Tarik Azzouz, Ikaz Boi, Lyele Gwapo, and Gandhi (BEL).
Il A Trop L’mort, Il A Même Plus De Cheveux, On Te Connaît, Bâ*ard, Ne Viens Pas Chez Nous Y A Que L’ciel, Qui Peut Me Mettre À Genoux Tu Pars Et Tu Reviens, Perso Je Trouve Ça Chelou, Tu Pars Et Tu Reviens, Perso… (Rraah)
He’s Too Dead, He Even Has No More Hair, We Know You, Bastard, Don’t Come To Us Only Heaven Can Bring Me To My Knees You Leave And You Come Back, Personally I Find It Weird, You Leave And You Come Back, Personally… (Rraah)
Baby, I Only Think About Paying Off, My Debts, My Rent I Had My Vision, I Left Home Solo, Mmh Baby, I Only Think About Paying Off, My Debts, My Rent I Had My Vision, I Left Home Solo, Solo I Had A Clear Vision For The Future With A Goal In My Sight (Han) Solitude Pays Me, I Become Better Baby, I Only Think About Paying Off, My Debts, My Rent I Had My Vision, I Left Home Solo, Solo
It Became Dark When We Speak Out, Cop Control, Everyone Gets Excited Paname, It Became Mexico, Everything Is Free If You’re S*xy Oh Lala, Oh Lala, Oh Lala, Oh Lala, Oh Lala, Oh Lala (Ah) Oh Lala, Oh Lala (Ah), Oh Lala, Oh Lala, Oh Lala (Ah-ah, Ah-ah) New Contract, My Little One I’ll Write Her A Check, From The Intro, You Hear The Sound Of The Channel (*Channel*) Many Traitors, I Have Taken The Seed Of Them, I Throw Myself Off The Stage, I Come Out Without My Shoelaces (Yih-yih) I’m Sorry If You’re Holding My Shoelaces (Yih-yih) They Have Their Heads Elsewhere, They Have Their Heads Elsewhere, Why I Decided To Walk Solo Where Is My Hood, Where Are My Gloves? It’s In The Calle That My People Are I’ve Already Won, It’s Been Years, I Have Put Baskets For A Long Time A/R Paris-Brussels, Which Hotel Should I Take Mademoiselle To? Italian Brand Like G.G, Success Made Me Inaccessible
Baby, I Only Think About Paying Off, My Debts, My Rent I Had My Vision, I Left Home Solo, Solo Baby, I Only Think About Paying Off, My Debts, My Rent I Had My Vision, I Left Home Solo, Solo I Had A Clear Vision For The Future With A Goal In The Viewfinder I Pray That Tomorrow Will Be Better, I Pray That Tomorrow Will Be Better And When I Think About It, I Go There, My Vision, Solo, Solo
Eh Eh Tremendous Around Me, What's Happening, It's Not Great I Didn’t Find My Place In Resin, But I Found It In Music (Han-han-han) I Didn’t Wait For Things To Come Until Me To See These Things Come True (Han-han-han) They Think We Do This For Fun (Mmh) Me, Until I Hit The Target Me, Until I Hit The Target I Will Always Have Trouble Closing My Eyes
Tuesday 05 March 2024 11:49 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Whatever I Want Song by Meek Mill: “Whatever I Want” is a New Song, sung by Meek Mill and Fivio Foreign. Whatever I Want Song was written by Meek Mill, Fivio Foreign, Naiem "Lor" Parker, Mackey, Nick Papz, Anh-tuan Antoine Tran, and BeatsByJuko, and the music was produced by Nick Papz, Mackey, Atake, CuBeatz, Naiem "Lor" Parker, and BeatsByJuko.
Meek Mill – Whatever I Want Lyrics
I Love You Atake
Meek Milly, Jump Right Back In That Mode Shawty Saditty, She Lookin’ So Pretty She Give Me That Wiggy In Back Of The Road Ayy, Ayy, Feel Like I’m Crackin’ The Code Niggas Ain’t With Me, They Must Be Against Me I’m Tellin’ My Hitters To Snatch They Soul Northside Niggas Know That I’m T Niggas Talk They Shit When I Leave I Came, Glock 10 With A Drum If A Nigga Want Smoke, I Turn High Beam If Shawty Don’t Go, I Leave Too Fast For The Ho, High Speed On The ‘gram, Do A Pose For The Pic
If You Put On That Shit, Then You Havin’ This Cheese Give Me A Shot And Get Another One, Give Me A Thot And Give My Brother One, I Make It Hot Soon As The Summer Come, I Make It Hot-hot-hot I’m At The Top, I Am Not One Of Them, I Got A Glock Came With A Drum And I Switch With The Box Niggas Can’t Run From The Man, They Gon’ Fah, Fah, Fah What Is He On? Whatever He Want (Huh) What Is He Doin’? Whatever He Want Take Her Right To The Store, Get Whatever You Want (Get Whatever You Want) Ayy (Ayy), I Can Go To My Hood Whenever I Want (Yeah) Niggas Say I Ain’t Good, Pew-pew, Got Wild (Baow) B!tch Get Stuck Whenever I Want (Whenever I Want) Whenever I Want, Yeah (B!tch, Huh) She Wanna Stand On Business (She Do) I’m ’bout To Boost This Lil’ B!tch Stock, Get Caught On Cameras With Us (Oh)
Pull Up And Fu*k These Niggas’ Block Up Got Maybach, Phantoms With Us (Grrt, Boom) Playin’, We Fu*kin’ These Niggas’ Block Up Got Ladders, Hammers With Us (Grrt, Boom) Bottega, I’m Puttin’ It On (Uh) I Might Mix It With Ricky, I’m Drunk (Uh) I Might Kiss Her, I Really Get Litty I’m Eatin’ That Pu*sy, I Dip In It Raw (I Do) I’m So Drippy, You Might Need A Straw (You Will) I’m Like Jimmy, No Really, I Ball (I Do) I’m From Philly, I Hang Out With Killers I Be In The Hood Or The Woods With The Dogs (Woof) Shawty A Dog (Woof), And I’m A Dog Too One In The Head, And I’m Keepin’ My Finger On The Trigger Like R2 (Grrt, Boom) Niggas They Want Me Dead, Brand His Head, Ah Shoot (Grrt, Boom) Shit Like Golden State, Everybody Winnin’, We All Shoot
And I Like Christian Dior (I Do) B!tch, Why You Not Lookin’ Me For? (Baow-baow) Your Best Friend Watchin’ Is Pissin’ Me Off She Usually Fu*k When I Get In The Door (Goddamn) See A Opp And I’m Clickin’ It More (Baow) See Me On Tv, It’s Tickin’ ’em Off My Hand On Her Head And My D!ck In Her Jaw She Fu*kin’ My Homies To Get To The Sauce (Goddamn) I Remember Them Trips To Them Sides (I Do) I Reminisce When I’m Hittin’ The Za When They Say My Name, I Be Gettin’ Surprised He Look At Me Wrong, He Get Hit In His Eyes (Baow-baow) That’s Some Shit I Wouldn’t Advise (Nah) You A Driller? Then Get In This Ride (Skrrt) Free All My Niggas, I’m Missin’ The Guys
I Pop Me A Perky To Get Me In The Vibes (Ha, Let’s Go) I Remember Goin’ On Invasions (I Do) In The Crib, Give Me All Your Savings (Baow) Get A Million Views As Motivation (Let’s Go) We Was Goin’ Viral From The Basement (What?) Now It’s Forty-thousand For A Placement And I’m Rich Off My Reputation Prayin’ To God, So I Know I Would Make It But I Was Comittin’ Sins While I Was Waitin’, Huh
And I Get Head When I Want (I Do) And I Get Bread When I Want (I Do) Hundred Thousand, That’s A Regular Month And I Only Love Her When I’m Ready To Nut Huh, That’s When I’m Ready To Nut Huh, She Get Whatever She Want Huh, I Get Whatever I Want Uh, I Get Whatever I Want Uh, I Get Whatever I Want (I Do) I Get Whatever I Want (I Do) I Get Whatever I Want (I Do) Ha, And That’s When I’m Ready To Nut (Baow)
I Get Whatever I Want, Uh I Get Whatever I Want, Huh I Get Whatever I Want I Get Whatever
Credits:
Song:
Whatever I Want
Album:
HEATHENISM
Lead Vocals
Meek Mill & Fivio Foreign
Written By:
Meek Mill, Fivio Foreign, Naiem "Lor" Parker, Mackey, Nick Papz, Anh-tuan Antoine Tran & BeatsByJuko
Music Produced By:
Nick Papz, Mackey, Atake, CuBeatz, Naiem "Lor" Parker & BeatsByJuko
Tuesday 05 March 2024 12:08 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Came from the Bottom Song by Meek Mill: “Came from the Bottom” is a New Song, sung by Meek Mill. Came from the Bottom Song was written by Meek Mill, Nick Papz, xander., Ant Clemons, and Anthony "breakitdwn" Cruz, and the music was produced by Nick Papz, xander., Anthony "breakitdwn" Cruz, and Landstrip Chip.
Meek Mill – Came from the Bottom Lyrics
(We Got Xander) I’m Back On That Dreamchaser Shit, Man, Fu*k It Loyalty Brings Forth Royalty (Yo, Nick Papz, Make It Slap, Brrt) Forever Uh
Lamborghini Through The Hood Just To Motivate The Trenches Riding ’round Like It’s All Good Even Though I Know These Niggas Vicious All This Cash, They Say I Changed, If Niggas Broke, I Get Suspicious That’s My Dog From Back In The Day, But I’m Gon’ Go With My Extension
I Bring My F&N To Any City, I Ain’t Checkin’ In Shit, They Ain’t Hear Me, I Said, “Let Me In” Was At The Door While It Rain And It Pour Now We Jumpin’ Out Them Things In Dior
Brand New Rolls-Royce, The Umbrella, Shit, It Came In The Door They Never Thought That We’d Take It This Far She A Baddie, Tip-Toein’ All On The Marble, It Ain’t A Stain On The Floor They Never Thought That We’d Make It This Far
’cause I Was Down Bad, Now It’s Mansion With The Palm Trees Choppers To The Jet, Just Me And Rubin, Shit Beyond Me I Ain’t Even Pray To Live This Way, This Shit Came, Found Me (It Did) Quarter Million On My Lefty, Perfect Timing ’cause What’s A Problem To A Schedule That Keep Changing? (Mm-hmm) ‘member I Was Down Bad, Ain’t Nobody Do No Favors I’m Like, “Where Was Y’all At When I Was Grindin’, Stomach Caved In?” Guess It All Was Worth It (It Was)
Circle Got Smaller Ever Since I Got Boxed In Realest Nigga Breathin’ And You Know I’m Goin’ Top Ten I Remember Stressin’ Over Hoes, But Now It’s Options Made It Through It All, So This Ain’t No Sad Song Shit, No Way No, This Ain’t No Sad Song Shit, No Way No, This Ain’t No Sad Song Shit Mama, Dry Your Tears, Take This Crib, Now That’s Some Boss Shit, Okay, Woah Only Big Dog Shit (Big Dog) Big Dog, Only Big Dog Shit (Big Dog) Big Boss, Only Big Boss Shit (Big Boss) Big Boss, Only Big Dog Shit (Yeah, Yeah) It’s Litty
Casamigos, Me And Two Freak Hoes, I Hit ’em Both Like Free Throws (Yeah) Bad Lil’ B!tch Ride D!ck With The Lights On, Shit Be Boostin’ My Ego (Yeah, Yeah) I Come Through, No Shirt With The Pipe On, Shit Like A Rich Nigga Cheat Code You Come Through Tryna Stunt With Your Ice On, Y’all B!tch Niggas Get Deebo’d, Mm-hmm
New Dior, Hit The Store Buy It All, Then We Hittin’ Allure Make It Rain, Don’t Slip On The Floor Stack Paper, Get More I Can Pop My Shit On The Fourth Clearport Like We All Aboard Touchdown Like We’re On A Tour Let’s Get It, Mm-hmm
Shorty A Stripper, You See Her, Wanna Tip Her, That Pu*sy Get Wetter ’cause She A Real Dripper Fu*kin’ Her Better, She Tellin’ Her Friends, We Fu*kin’ Together ’cause She A Real Nigga I’m In The Trenches, I Jump Out The Benz, These Niggas Can’t Touch Us ’cause I’m With The Killers Real Steppers, I Only Really Wanna Fu*k With The Hitters I Only Really Wanna Fu*k With The Gang, Just Me And The Gang, Like Twenty-Four B!tches
We In The Spot Like Twenty-Four Deep, Just One Snub Nose, Like Twenty-Four Switches I Know These Niggas Be Talking ’bout Me ’cause Niggas Be Jealous, It’s None Of My Business All In They Feelings And Runnin’ They Mouths, Actin’ Like One Of My B!tches No Time For Fake B!tches
Just Sip This Ace Of Spade With These Real B!tches We Got Switches On Them Things, Call It Kill Switches This The Hand That God Dealt Me, They Can’t Deal With Us
’cause I Was Down Bad, Now It’s Mansion With The Palm Trees Choppers To The Jet, Just Me And Rubin, Shit Beyond Me I Ain’t Even Pray To Live This Way, This Shit Came, Found Me (It Did) Quarter Million On My Lefty, Perfect Timing ’cause What’s A Problem To A Schedule That Keep Changing? ‘member I Was Down Bad, Ain’t Nobody Do No Favors I’m Like, “Where Was Y’all At When I Was Grindin’, Stomach Caved In?” Guess It All Was Worth It (It Was)
Where Was Y’all At When I Was Grindin’, Stomach Caved In? Guess It All Was Worth It (It Was)
Credits:
Song:
Came from the Bottom
Album:
HEATHENISM
Lead Vocals
Meek Mill
Written By:
Meek Mill, Nick Papz, xander., Ant Clemons & Anthony "breakitdwn" Cruz
Music Produced By:
Nick Papz, xander., Anthony "breakitdwn" Cruz & Landstrip Chip
Tuesday 05 March 2024 03:00 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Times Like This Song by Meek Mill: “Times Like This” is a New Song, sung by Meek Mill. Times Like This Song was written by Meek Mill, OthelloBeats, and Luka Berman, and the music was produced by OthelloBeats and Gabe Lucas.
Meek Mill – Times Like This Lyrics
Times Like This, You Need Somebody Tellin’ You The Truth Uh
Oh, What A Feelin’, Try And Count Up Twenty Million In The Villa On The Island With Some B!tches While They Wildin’ We Throw Twitches On Them Glitches, When They, “FFT,” Moment Of Silence Niggas Hungry, We The Richest, Only Trenches Resort To Violence (Othello On The—)
We Got’ Scorch ’em If They Try Us Flame Niggas, Yeah, I Rap, But I’m A Shooter Too Like Dame Lillard I Seen Money Change Niggas Like Four Quarters In The Fourth Quarter I Ain’t Changed With ’em, I Fought Harder, Had Went Jordan Court Charges Couldn’t Even Slow Me Down, I Got Book Smarter Now The Planes Private Like The Finsta When We Book Charter Look Harder, You Will See The Clarity In The Stones
I’m Back Outside, Whackin’ Killers, Doin’ Charity When I’m Home Had To Check To See If They Missed Me, Thought They Was Happy I Was Gone Playin’ Shiesty With These B!tches, I Know Exactly What They On Gave My Dog Life, I’m Wishin’ I Could Grab Him Through The Phone Because I Knowin’ How He Feel Back When They Had Me There Alone
I’m On The Chopper, Me And Rubin, And I’m Exactly Where I Belong Came Up Trappin’ Off The Phone, These Niggas Weren’t Happy I Was Home You Ever Make A Bad Decision? Niggas Happy That You Wrong? I Used To Pray For Times Like This, You Can’t Even Imagine What I Be On, Nigga
Times Like This, You Need Somebody (Tell ’em) Tellin’ You The Truth
I Wish I Could’ve Talked To B Before He Made His Move I’m Knowin’ If He Talked To Me, He Would’ve Played It Cool I Taught You How To Respect The Game, How You Break The Rules? You Really Broke So Many Hearts, I Barely Could Be In The Dark
’cause I See Ghosts In The Room, You Ever Feel The Feelin’? Ooh When You Lose Your Dog And Then Your Heart Feel Like A Inner Tube This Right At The Park, Whenever I Talk, Feel Like An Interlude They Askin’ When I’ll Drop, I Don’t Wanna Do No Interviews
I Don’t Wanna Talk Rap Shit, My Dog In A Casket And The Ones I Call Day Ones Ain’t All Really Tapped In And The Ho*s I Thought A1 Ain’t All Really That Lit ’cause The Bros That Had Got Their Cake Up Already Had It I Already Had It, I Forgot I Did Doin’ Everything For Everyone, Almost Forgot To Live Try And Keep It Humble Around The Hate, I Almost Forgot I’m Big Man, Now I Don’t Give A Fu*k Who Go Against Me Now, I Got Them Ms War
(Times Like This, You Need Somebody) I Had To Put My Life On The Line For This Shit Tell Me About It If You Ain’t In It With Me, Don’t Try And Spend It With Me ’cause You Know How I Get, I Go A Thousand Nights About Them Millions On God These Niggas Talkin’ ’bout Practice
Times Like This, You Need Somebody Tellin’ You The Truth, Ooh
Tuesday 05 March 2024 03:13 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Big Boy Song by Meek Mill: “Big Boy” is a New Song, sung by Meek Mill. Big Boy Song was written by Omelly, Meek Mill, Landstrip Chip, Upstrz, Nii Noi Tetteh, Nick Papz, and Jack LoMastro, and the music was produced by Nick Papz, KJ (Producer), Jack LoMastro, and Don't Trip.
Meek Mill – Big Boy Lyrics
(Yo, Nick Papz, Make It Slap) Brr Anybody Go Against The Gang Is Real Bad Karma With Them Choppers You Dig? Chasers Woah, Uh
Niggas Know Who Run The City, I’m Like, “Yeah-Yeah” Gave My Sister Platinum Amex Card, Was Just On Welfare My Dog Had Asked Me To Bring The Ar Out, And I’m Like, “Hell Yeah” (Hell Yeah) Y’all Only Be Poppin’ Out At The Club ’cause Y’all Know 12 There Still Step On You Like Twelve Stairs (Let’s Get It) I Can’t Take No More
Catch A Rapper And Snatch Him Out His Jewels ’cause I Can’t Fake No More Ridin’ With Some Shit, R-C-O-D, Can’t Even Play No More You Swing On Me, My Dog Attack That Switch Hit ’til It Don’t Spray No More, He Emptied That I’m From Philly, Backdoor, We Get Into That (Philly)
I Would Really Whack You ’bout That Shit You Said On The Internet (No Cap) Richard Millie, Right There In The Trenches Where We Sinnin’ At He Tried Cut Through The Alley And Got Smoked Right Where The Fences At They Don’t Know Where My Mental At (They Don’t) I Think Niggas Think It’s Sweet ’cause I’ve Been Givin’ Back Call Cuzzo, “Take Them Rentals Back”
Yeah, Where Them Niggas That Been Poppin’ All That Big Boy Shit? Brand New Ap On My Wrist, Know That’s A Big Boy Brick Hundred Rounds From Out That Chopper, This A Big Boy Stick, Yeah (Brr) Who Wanna Go To War? Show Way Too Much Love To All These Niggas, I Can’t Even Show No More Put This B!tch On Seventeen PJS, That Ain’t Your Ho No More Send The Blitz, Them Killers Come With That Switch, So They Can’t Blow No More Brr, Blow It, Yeah
Lately, I Been Like, “Fu*k Niggas” (For What?) ’cause I Don’t Trust Niggas Cut ’em Off, I Don’t Fu*k With ’em, Must Be A Fu*k Nigga Big Phantom In The Trenches, Feel Like A Truck, Nigga I Can Fu*k For Free, But Done Give Her Racks ’cause I Fu*k With Her Million Dollar In Jewelry, I Rock Louis With My Dance With It She Act Like A Groupie, I Get Stupid On Her, Won’t Hit It I Fear No Nigga, I’m Here, Four Killers
No Tellin’ How I’m Comin’, It Might Be Cullinan Or A Four-wheeler She Ain’t Tellin’ That We Fu*kin’ ’cause She Can Tell That I Got More B!tches More Glocks, More Switches, Trappin’ Off Of Forbes Lists Yeah, And These Niggas Don’t Want No War With Us Posted Up In The Trench, I Got That Chop’ Right By The Store With Us I Get To Lockin’ In Like I Went Broke When I Need More Millions More Money, More Killers, Shit Just Make Me More Vicious I Flew Her Out On A One-way, Ain’t Been Back ’cause She On Tour With Us
Yeah, Where Them Niggas That Been Poppin’ All That Big Boy Shit? Brand New Ap On My Wrist, Know That’s A Big Boy Brick Hundred Rounds From Out That Chopper, This A Big Boy Stick, Yeah (Brr) Who Wanna Go To War? Show Way Too Much Love To All These Niggas, I Can’t Even Show No More Put This B!tch On Seventeen PJS, That Ain’t Your Ho No More Send The Blitz, Them Killers Come With That Switch, So They Can’t Blow No More Brr, Blow It, Yeah
Credits:
Song:
Big Boy
Album:
HEATHENISM
Lead Vocals
Meek Mill
Written By:
Omelly, Meek Mill, Landstrip Chip, Upstrz, Nii Noi Tetteh, Nick Papz & Jack LoMastro
Music Produced By:
Nick Papz, KJ (Producer), Jack LoMastro & Don't Trip
Tuesday 05 March 2024 03:41 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Giving Chanel Song by Meek Mill: “Giving Chanel” is a New Song, sung by Meek Mill and Future. Giving Chanel Song was written by Meek Mill, Future, Nick Papz, Nii Noi Tetteh, Sarthak, and Ari Beats (Producer), and the music was produced by Nick Papz, KJ (Producer), Ari Beats (Producer), and Sarthak.
Meek Mill – Giving Chanel Lyrics
(KJ, What You Got Goin’ On, Man?) (Yo, Nick Papz, Make It Slap) Brr
Come With The Gang, He One Of The Gang, I Get Him A Lawyer Or Pay Him A Bail He A Lil’ Shooter, He Ain’t Got No B!tches, I Get One My B!tches To Send Him Some Mail I Was Just Whippin’ The ‘rari On Collins, Givin’ ’em Hell She Was Just Eatin’ It ’til She Cryin’ (Ooh), It’s Givin’ Chanel Give Me Some Money, I Know What To Do, I Turn One Into Two And Just Give A Scale Stackin’ My Coins, All My Diamonds Is Water, I’m Knowin’ These Niggas Ain’t Wishin’ Me Well
He Got Hit Up That Yard Stick (Brr), Ooh, His Kidneys Failed I’ve Been Puttin’ It On And You Know I’ma Pop Shit ’cause I’m Really For Real I Ain’t Kissin’ And Tell, I’ma Keep It A Racky, Niggas Never Could Pack Me In The Back Of The ‘bach With A Maybach In Back Me, Know I’m Rich As An Athlete And I Know What To Do If Them People Come Grab Me, No, I’m Never Gon’ Pass Peaks Say I’m Tellin On Who? Get You Smoked Automatically, It’ll Go On My Rap Sheet (Brr, Brr)
Ooh, Racks She Throwin’ It ’cause It Was Fat (Okay) I’m Blowin’ It ’cause I Be Knowin’ I Lock And Get Focused, And Go Get It Back (Yeah) She Gettin’ Real Hype ’round Mike, Hov And I Just Told Her, “Relax” This Shit Out The Trenches, I’m Fresh Out The Kitchen From Turnin’ The Stove To The Max And They Killed My Dog A Few Days Ago, I Ain’t Holdin’ It Back (Lil’ B) Can’t Even Explain How I Feel, Unless I’m Rollin’ Off These Pills (Rollin’) I Smoke Some Weed To Go To Sleep And Wake Up Prayin’ It Ain’t Real Go Through Some New Shit Every Week, I Need Some Head So I Could Chill (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real, For Real, Really Like That, For Real, For Real Nigga Got Smacked, For Real, For Real, Ain’t Layin’ Like That In The Field, For Real Really Got Back, I Started With Nothin’, I’ll Show You How To Run Up Them Ms For Real
For Real, For Real, For Real, For Real, For Real I’m On A G6 In A 747, I’m Gettin’ High As A Plane That’s My Lil’ Nigga, He A Lil’ Shooter, I Gave Him A B!tch, Told Him, “Blow Out His Brain” I’m On Jetskies In The Ocean, Givin’ Them Hell She Eat The D!ck Up ’til She Cry, Cry, Cry, It’s Givin’ Chanel I Got Them Hitters With Me, Brought A Whole Lot Of Switches With Me Like I’m Back In The Trenches
I Took The Street Route When I Wake Up And Leave Out, I Can Throw On Givenchy I’m In The Back Of The ‘bach With A ‘bach Followin’ Me With A Rolls Behind I Got The Mac On The Side Of Me, Rackys, And I’m Rich As A Athlete I Don’t Know How To Talk Back To The Police, I Get Caught With A Whole Ki’
Whippin’ A Bimmer, I’m Rockin A Rollie, Havin’ Trap Money, Low-Key I’m Rockin’ Prada On Prada, No Lv, Got More Water Than Maldives Ain’t Havin’ Problems With Gettin’ My Benjis, I Can Smell All The Envy Two Hundred Milli’, For Real, For Real, I’m Still With Niggas Who Kill, For Real
I’m In A Milli’, For Real, For Real, They Goin’ On A Drilly For Real, For Real Run Up A Billi’ For Real, For Real, I’m Bailin’ Out Melly, For Real, For Real I Got The Racks, The Racks, The Racks, For Real, They Came In A Vacuum Seal I’m In A Coupe, Coupe, When I’m Droppin’ The Top Off ’bout To Hit Off A Cougar
I Got A Plug, Plug When It Comes To The Dr*gs, Dr*gs, I Got Money And Shooters You In The Hood Now, Got Them Robbers And Killers ’round, Nigga, Welcome To Hell I’m ’bout To Touchdown Where They Runnin’ And Gunnin’ Down, Brought Them Sticks With Us
I’m Gettin’ Lewinsky In The Back Of The Benzi From Two Friendskis I Got Some Mixed Breeds Tryna Eat Up My Undies, Leave Hungry I’m On A Lear, The Vision Crystal Clear, Uh, Cartier She Gave Me Mop, Top All Year, Now It’s Givin’ Some New Gear I Got Some B!tches I’m Ballin On This Year, Think I’m Playin For Pat Riley I Got The Whole Skyami On G6 When They Thought We Was Doin’ Molly I’m In The Pent’, The One With The City, The View, With The Glass, You Get What You Choose Ridin’ The Batmobile, Two Hundred To Sit On The Dash, It’s Givin’ A Coupe
Credits:
Song:
Giving Chanel
Album:
HEATHENISM
Lead Vocals
Meek Mill & Future
Written By:
Meek Mill, Future, Nick Papz, Nii Noi Tetteh, Sarthak & Ari Beats (Producer)
Music Produced By:
Nick Papz, KJ (Producer), Ari Beats (Producer) & Sarthak
Tuesday 05 March 2024 03:55 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Turnt Song by Money Man: “Turnt” is a New Song, sung by Money Man and Moneybagg Yo. Turnt Song was written by Money Man, Moneybagg Yo, Saucemankeys, Yellanotears, 1nuntodo, and Bossbk, and the music was produced by Nick Papz, KJ (Producer), Ari Beats (Producer), and Sarthak.
Money Man – Turnt Lyrics
(No, No Tears, No Tears) (Sauceman)
I Put Her Diamonds Because She The Finest I Put Her In Ricky, She Holdin’ My Blicky Amg Wagon, It Sit Like A Tonka Hang Out The Window, I’m Holdin’ The Chopper My Jeans Dior, But Got Burberry Boxers Manicure Russian, Her Face Was Korean Money Increasin’, It Never Depletin’ She Was A Hood B!tch, I Showed Her The Ropes
Put Her In Prada, She Used To Be Broke Trappin’ Or Robbin’, Which One You Gon’ Pick? When You From Where I From, Nigga, Good Don’t Exist Townhouse, Two Levels, It Got Luxury Amenities I Buy That B!tch With A Made-up Identity Shoppin’ Boutiques On The Daily, Splurgin’ I Fu*k Her Good, Now Her Toes Curlin’ Japanese B!tch Finna Walk On My Back
Did A Show In The Hood, I Was Clutchin’ My Strap She Not My Type, She Not Turnt Up Enough Expensive B!tch, Pay Some Hundred For Lunch Stack Up Them Bricks And She Rockin’ Like Six She ’bout Her Business, She Stay On Her Shit Walk In Chanel, Cop Her Two Or Three Purses Fu*k It, Right Now, It’s A Hundred For Verses Bottega Trainers, She Run To That Mun-yun
On An Opp Day, Ride Around With A Hundun Racks In The Pillow Case, I Do Not Need A Safe When You Go Strike, Make Sure They Do Not See Your Face I Up That Whistle If I Feel Offended He Not Really Like That, He Just Be Pretendin’ She Not My Type, She Not Turnt Up Enough She Not My Type, She Not Turnt Up Enough She ’bout Her Business, So I Had To Cuff
She From The Hood, But I Put Her In Prada She Was A Seven, But Now She A Model Bottega Trainers, I Got Her In Trainin’ Run Up That Pape’, Got Accounts In The Caymans Runnin’ My Hood, They Be Worship And Praisin’
She Not My Type, She Ain’t Turnt Up Enough She Not My Type, She Ain’t Turnt Up Enough Yeah, We Fu*ked, But I Ain’t Like Her That Much That Nigga Trash, They Just Hypin’ Him Up Maybach Truck Outside, I’m Scoopin’ Her Up Muscle Car, Foreign Car, Which Should I Whip? (Go) Get Shot In Your Face, You Lil’ Niggas Ain’t Slick (Baow) I Raised This Bank Account, B!tch, I’m The Shit (Speak)
I’m Way Too Big For A Skeleton Carti’ I Talk Too Much Shit, Man, I Had To Go ‘rari Loaf Boy, SG, Nigga Can’t Guard Me New Strand Ready And Another Finna Harvest Just Takin’ Off, But The Show Been Started (Yeah) Late, That’s The Wock’, Got Me Pullin’ Up Tardy I Shitted On Purpose, Better Not Say Sorry The Brand New Foreign
Loyalty, I’m Stayin’ Down With My Niggas (Loaf) “Spoil Me,” That’s What I Hear From My B!tches (Both) The Chop That I Got, It Can’t Fit In My Britches Ar Black And Brown, This The Virgil Edition This Year, Almost Spend ’bout A Ticket On Opps (Woah) I’m Tired Of Sparin’ These Ho-A*s Niggas The Back Of The Glock Got A Lil’ Bitty Box You Tap On The Trigger, It Let Off A Fifty
Hit It (Grrt), Hit It (Grrt), Hit It (Grrt), Hit It (Grrt) Who Want The Smoke? I Don’t Hear Nothin’, Crickets Why Niggas Hate? I Don’t Know And Don’t Get It I Know What It Is, They See Competition They Know I’m A Threat Extra, Doin’ Too Much These Niggas Actors, But Not Like A Movie ’cause They Don’t Get Paid (Broke) Not Like A Trick (No) I’m An Investor Lift Up Your Titties, Move You Out Of State
She Not My Type, She Ain’t Turnt Up Enough She Not My Type, She Ain’t Turnt Up Enough Yeah, We Fu*ked, But I Ain’t Like Her That Much That Nigga Trash, They Just Hypin’ Him Up Maybach Truck Outside, I’m Scoopin’ Her Up Muscle Car, Foreign Car, Which Should I Whip? Get Shot In Your Face, You Lil’ Niggas Ain’t Slick I Raised This Bank Account, B!tch, I’m The Shit
Tuesday 05 March 2024 04:20 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Styled By Meech Song by Jackboy: “Styled By Meech” is a New Song, sung by Jackboy. Styled By Meech Song was written by Jackboy, Kolvi, Alex Made This Beat, and PBell, and the music was produced by Kolvi, Alex Made This Beat, and PBell.
Jackboy – Styled By Meech Lyrics
Don’t Y’all Wanna Be With Us, Y’all Hear? You Ain’t Got No Motion, That’s Why Your Dog Keep Gettin’ Baked That’s Why Your Girl Keep Gettin’ Creamed ’cause, Look (Ayy, Kolvi, You Goin’ Too Crazy) Once Your Girl See A Maybach, Yeah She Come To The B&B, It’s Over Ayy, Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah Okay, Okay, Yeah
These Trousers Came From Balenciaga, I Got Expensive Swag (I Got Expensive Swag) Hood Nigga Made It Out Of Brow’, I Gotta Show My A*s (Show My A*s) Ain’t Trickin’ If You Got It, I’m But My Favorite B!tch A Birkin Bag (A Birkin Bag) Side B!tch Never Trippin’, She Get Chanel Shoes With The Purse To Match Your Fly Gotta Match Mine, So I’ma Get You Styed By Meech (Get You Styed By Meech) She Got A Perfect Smile, She Went To Columbia For Her Teeth (For Her Teeth) I’m Puttin’ Her In A G Wagon, Regular Benz Way Too Cheap (Way Too Cheap) I Got Her Friends Askin’ Do I Got Friends That Act Like Me? (That Act Like Me)
Your Jewelry Count Certificates, I Got It From Van Cleef Hit It Tight To Buy A Cartier, I’ll Buy You A Patek Philippe I Gave That B!tch A Birkin And Twenty Racks To Start A Business She Suck It ’til I Nut, I’m In Her Mouth More Than Her Guinness Real Nigga, Never Runnin’ Game, Rat’ll Teach It To You God Forgive, I Don’t, I’d Rather Leave Before I Preach To You “Jack, Why These Niggas So Mad?” I Don’t Know, Probably ’cause Them Rats “Jack, What You Do To Get A Bad B!tch?” I Got Off My A*s I Fu*k With Her The Most ’cause When We Link Up, She Don’t Post She Share Me With Her Bestie, That’s Why I Think She The G.O.A.T Way Too Big To Creep, They A*s Gon’ Tweet If They Notice Me Damn, Bae, I Can’t Help My Cousin With Her Groceries
These Trousers Came From Balenciaga, I Got Expensive Swag (I Got Expensive Swag) Hood Nigga Made It Out Of Brow’, I Gotta Show My A*s (Show My A*s) Ain’t Trickin’ If You Got It, I’m But My Favorite B!tch A Birkin Bag (A Birkin Bag) Side B!tch Never Trippin’, She Get Chanel Shoes With The Purse To Match Your Fly Gotta Match Mine, So I’ma Get You Styed By Meech (Get You Styed By Meech) She Got A Perfect Smile, She Went To Columbia For Her Teeth (For Her Teeth) I’m Puttin’ Her In A G Wagon, Regular Benz Way Too Cheap (Way Too Cheap) I Got Her Friends Askin’ Do I Got Friends That Act Like Me? (That Act Like Me)
I’m Way In Costa Rica, Fu*kin’ Ho*s On Jaco Beach Won’t Trip Over No B!tches, Too Much Fishes In The Sea Won’t Trip Over No B!tch, I Got Good Footwork, I Won’t Stumble I’m ’bout My Dome, Stackin’ This Shit Thick Like It’s From Crumble Diamonds Hittin’ Hard, My Shit Be Bitin’ Like Mike Tyson Glizzy In Her Purse And My B!tch Don’t Plan On Fightin’ She Thuggin’ Like Me, You Movin’ Funny, She Gon’ Bust It She Think Just Like Me, You Niggas Corny And We Don’t Trust It
These Trousers Came From Balenciaga, I Got Expensive Swag (I Got Expensive Swag) Hood Nigga Made It Out Of Brow’, I Gotta Show My A*s (Show My A*s) Ain’t Trickin’ If You Got It, I’m But My Favorite B!tch A Birkin Bag (A Birkin Bag) Side B!tch Never Trippin’, She Get Chanel Shoes With The Purse To Match Your Fly Gotta Match Mine, So I’ma Get You Styed By Meech (Get You Styed By Meech) She Got A Perfect Smile, She Went To Columbia For Her Teeth (For Her Teeth) I’m Puttin’ Her In A G Wagon, Regular Benz Way Too Cheap (Way Too Cheap) I Got Her Friends Askin’ Do I Got Friends That Act Like Me? (That Act Like Me)
Tuesday 05 March 2024 04:38 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Mr Pot Scraper Song by BossMan Dlow: “Mr Pot Scraper” is a New Song, sung by BossMan Dlow. Mr Pot Scraper Song was written by Devante McCreary and Nathan Silfain, and the music was produced by King Nathan.
BossMan Dlow – Mr Pot Scraper Lyrics
Yeah Yeah Big Za
Left Pocket Full Of Pink Fifties, Right Pocket Got Blues In It (Beep, Beep, Beep) Plug Send Them Packs To Me, I Know What To Do With It (Brrt) Thousand-Dollar Shoes, I’m Walkin’ On A Damn Ounce (Nigga) He Ain’t Runnin’ Up A Bag, He Runnin’ His Damn Mouth (Pu*sy) I’m Mr. Swang A Door (Yeah), Mr. Beat The Road (Yeah) Two Thousand On A Coat (Nigga), Steppin’ On They Throat (Nigga) I’m Mr. Ride Foreign (Ride Foreign), I’m Mr. Ain’t Goin’ (No) He Mr. Pump Faker, I’m Mr. Pot Scraper
The Way I’m Drivin’ The—, I Just Might Wreck Or Somethin’ (Yoom) Why Would I Chase A B!tch? I Can Go Chase A Check Or Somethin’ (Nigga) You Ain’t Talkin’ ’bout No Money, Nigga, Burn Up, Nigga (Burn Up, Nigga) Fu*kin’ With The Yeah Got Me Turnt Up, Nigga (Yeah) Nigga Too Slippery, Walk In The Club And Make A Mess (Yeah) They Thought A Nigga Was Sweatin’, All This Water On My Chest (Bling) Yeah, I Want M’s, Nigga, I Ain’t Settlin’ For Less (No)
I Ain’t Dj Khaled, Baby, But You Know We The Best (We The Best, Baby) Nigga, I Ain’t Fu*kin’ Off, I Done Seen A Hundred Ball (Nigga) Flip Phone—, Trap Doin’ Somersaults (Trap) Nigga, I Ain’t Fu*kin’ Off, I Done Seen A Hundred Ball (Nigga) Flip Phone—, Trap Doin’ Somersaults (Yeah) Trap Doin’ Hurdles, Nigga Your Phone Like A Turtle, Nigga You Is Not No Fu*kin’ Boss, You Know You A Worker, Nigga I’m A Fu*kin’ Splurger, Nigga, I’m A Dope Server, Nigga Real Street Nigga, Foreign Whip Swerver, Nigga (Yoom)
Left Pocket Full Of Pink Fifties, Right Pocket Got Blues In It (Beep, Beep, Beep) Plug Send Them Packs To Me, I Know What To Do With It (Brrt) Thousand-Dollar Shoes, I’m Walkin’ On A Damn Ounce (Nigga) He Ain’t Runnin’ Up A Bag, He Runnin’ His Damn Mouth (Pu*sy) I’m Mr. Swang A Door (Yeah), Mr. Beat The Road (Yeah) Two Thousand On A Coat (Nigga), Steppin’ On They Throat (Nigga) I’m Mr. Ride Foreign (Ride Foreign), I’m Mr. Ain’t Goin’ (No) He Mr. Pump Faker, I’m Mr. Pot Scraper
