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New Rules

Lyrics to ‘New Rules’ by Dua Lipa:

–Intro–
One, one, one…

–Verse 1–
Talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out, hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself

–Pre-Chorus–
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

–Chorus–
I got new rules, I count ’em
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself

–Verse 2–
I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(Nowhere to turn) No way
(Nowhere to turn) No
Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
I do, I do, I do

–Pre-Chorus–
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

–Chorus–
I got new rules, I count ’em
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself

–Bridge–
Practice makes perfect
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
(I got new rules, I count ’em)
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it, ’cause I
(I got new, I got new, I…)

–Pre-Chorus–
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

–Chorus–
I got new rules, I count ’em
I got new rules, I count ’em
(Oh, whoa-oh)
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count ’em
(Baby, you know I count ’em)
I gotta tell them to myself

–Outro–
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
You gettin’ over him

Ferrari

Lyrics to ‘Ferrari’ by Bebe Rexha:

–Verse 1–
Every day is a blur
Sometimes I can’t tell what day it is
Don’t know what day it is
Can you tell me what day it is?
Life’s passing by
‘Cause I’m out chasing empty highs
Every hello just means goodbye
But I’m looking for more this time

–Pre-Chorus–
Can we start to slow it down
Can we learn to live right now
I just want to feel it all

–Chorus–
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely

–Verse 2–
Got a heavy heart
‘Cause it’s still beating on its own
Might be going out in the ground
But I’m still coming home alone
Not trying to say I’m not grateful for everything
I’m just going too fast to see
All the good things in front of me

–Chorus–
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely

–Outro–
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely

Lil Wayne – Fireworks (feat. Jeezy)

[Intro: Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Got-It
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I’m a hot boy
You out here fuckin’ anything then you’s a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin’, I’m the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin’ like it’s doin’ ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that’s a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin’, call me 2:40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I’m just tryna put a hundred mil’ up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don’t cost a half a mil’, dawg don’t even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I’m gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There’s a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I’m the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I’m Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin’
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin’
You ain’t shit, you just pre-season
You ain’t lit, you just pre-heated
Can’t quit, I’ma keep leanin’
Smoke gas, I’ma keep premium
Green, green, in the money scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin’ on the Visa
Speakin’ of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I’m a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I’m in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin’ on the sprinklers, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I’m the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch’s house
That’s his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I’ma pig out
Yeah I’m Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain’t no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain’t tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that’s the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I’m still mastermindin’
Tryna find the silver linin’, find ’em, pat ’em, line ’em
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that’s how it works

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Jeezy]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can’t check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one’s fuckin’ with it
Uh, I got ’em bathin’ like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that’s how it works
All day, nigga
Coppin’ shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
Mula, baby

Lil Wayne – Loyalty (feat. Gudda Gudda Hoodybaby) (In Tune We Trust Album)

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok, I’m shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper, we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let ’em snort cocaine at a party
Leave ’em stiff like rigormortis
Don’t try to race, this car got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can’t copy
You can’t bite it, you can’t forge it
I got bars with more in storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I’m gorgeous
Get a massage while I’m recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don’t have to ask, I don’t have to beg
Yeah, I’m bumping Three Six Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like talapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain’t no stopping us
Why? We back by popular demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I’m brazy, nigga
Hard at work, I’m slaving, nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I’m wavy, nigga
Percocet and adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I’m a landmine, got this by a landslide, I’m racing, nigga
Cruise control, I’m pacing nigga
Turn around, I’m waving, nigga

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
There’s a Glock clocked by my pantsline
Young dread head, throwing gang signs (What else?)
I got bands like it’s band time
Posted up at granny house, trappin’ off the landline
What’s all that hootin’ and hollerin’?
I’m who bring the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin’
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin’
Bitch, grow up, it’s only head if you swallowin’
Baby, get to geekin’, get to geekin’ and gobblin’
Your friends think I’m bad, they must be looking for trouble then
It’s a foam party, I be bustin’ they bubbles then
Then I hop in the whip, make a play on some bricks
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I’m in the ends with the sticks, it’s the revenge of the Crips
Hoe, you know it’s OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Hoe, you know it’s LAT, we almost famous, lil bitch
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil bitch
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit and you straining and shit
Fat head, long neck she ’bout to strangle this dick
I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a bic
I got my whole gang gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more shit and piss and make more money than cents (sense)
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that’s length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It’s the return of the Blood, ’bout to turn up and thug
We wan’ know who got the chicken and show the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin’ niggas like some Cap’n Crunch
Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain’t cram for one
All these fuckin’ karats on me, bitch, I’m Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Play pussy, get fucked; play ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin’ up then beat ’em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking your aquarium
Out of the ordinaries and went to the art of hustling
When you see them thieves coming
Know that loyalty’s amongst them
LAT

Blac Youngsta – Birthday (Young Dolph Diss)

[Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Verse 1]
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
Snitched on every song
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
Fuck nigga pressed charges
And got the feds running up in every home
I got to play it safe out here
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
They tryna get me out the way out here
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here
It’s so much hate out here
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry
Tell your fans the truth
Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)

[Chorus]
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Verse 2]
Lost so many niggas to this shit
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
I get my gun out when I’m delivering
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
And show up in court, I’ma get even
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? (gang gang)
And then press charges on me
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
This is for all the young niggas innocent
I’m innocent
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Fuck Trump
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Outro]
You lil rat ass bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
Your whole clique pussies man
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
All you niggas bitches
Your whole clique nigga
Bitch ass nigga
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
I’m innocent