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Twelve Foot Ninja – Deluge Lyrics

TWELVE FOOT NINJA
Deluge Lyrics

You rode the vibration of anger like riding the tide
out to sea
You tried to find the face of salvation, but all you
found was me
Now you’re staring at the sword in your chest like I
owe you an apology
I would never suspect that you would do this to your
family, but no mercy

You’re not alone
I will arise and arrive from the depth of this hole
You must atone
When i reconcile with the force at the depth of my soul
I will be home
You’ve got nowhere left to go, i’ve fought through
liars and lows, and it all ends now
I’m hitting you where it hurts, and this is all you
deserve, and it all ends now
Oh how the tables have turned
Oh how your temples will burn
You’ve got nowhere left to go, you’d best prepare for
the storm, and it all ends, and it all ends now

You condemn me as the devil himself in an attmept to
erase my spark
But since the devil don’t exist where I am, he could
only be where you are

You’re not alone
I will arise and arrive from the depth of this hole
You must atone
When i reconcile with the force at the depth of my soul
I will be home
You’ve got nowhere left to go, i’ve fought through
liars and lows, and it all ends now
I’m hitting you where it hurts, and this is all you
deserve, and it all ends now
Oh how the tables have turned
Oh how your temples will burn
You’ve got nowhere left to go, you’d best prepare for
the storm, and it all ends, and it all ends now

I have walked in to the dark so I could come to know
the light
The light!

Highlife – 187 Strassenbande songtexte

Songtexte 187 Strassenbande – Highlife

Bonez! Ich liebe meine Euros, ey, bald hab’ ich ‘ne Million’n
Höhö, hat sich doch gelohnt, Autogramme auf Silikon
Heute hier, morgen da, sind auf Tour im ganzen Land
Amsterdam, ein paar Gramm, pack’ es pur in meinen Blunt
Der Grund, warum ich jeden Tag gut drauf bin und mich freue ist
Weil früher war’n die Weiber hässlich, heute alles Säue
Grüße Playmates im Graben mit ‘ner Day-Date am Arm
Ey, wir brauchen euer Geld, um unser Haze zu bezahl’n
Ha’m ‘ne Playstation dabei, komm auf Facebook, wir sind live
Ach, du Scheiße, ich muss gleich schon auf die Stage, doch bin zu high
Und obwohl wir es nicht nötig haben, sind wird schussbewaffnet
F**k die Polizei! Sie kommt in’ Bus, ich werd’ verhaftet
Was deutscher Rap? Ihr verletzt meine Gefühle
Wir zerfetzen jetzt die Bühne und zerbrechen ein paar Stühle
Heh, sind wir auf Tour ist eure Stadt nicht mehr sicher
187 Strassenbande – Waschbeckenpisser.(highlife)

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ahhh
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Wache auf in der Koje, Schmuck unterm Kissen
Luxus, der Tourbus, geh’ kurz runter pissen
Unten die Fans und paar Groupies am quietschen
Egal, was du brauchst, brauchst dich nur zu bedienen
Bisschen Fifa, danach wird geschrieben
Die Weiber lieben meine Parts übertrieben
Ein Sack voller Weed, Mann, ich rauche mich high
Ein paar Flaschen Lean hab’ ich auch mit dabei
Die Frau’n werd’n geteilt wie der letzte Schluck Whiskey
Der Backstage mehr Gangster als Mexico City
Gestern McDonalds, heut kauf’ ich mir Lobster
Zwei Busse, ein Truck, Mann, ich glaub’, wir sind Rockstars
Hau’ wie ein Boxer, Outfit Lacosta versuri-lyrics.info
In jeder Stadt shoppen, Mann, ich brauche kein’n Koffer
So viel Exzesse, der Scheiß macht mich müde
Lass sie kurz blasen, muss gleich auf die Bühne.

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ah
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Wir sind wieder auf Tour, Digga, jeden Tag reinfeiern
Weed, Buds und Tour’n, es geht ab hier im Nightliner
Dreißig Weiber im Backstage, ich weiß
Sie woll’n S*x und zwar gleich, bin für Action bereit
Maxwell braucht Fleisch, hängt im Cateringbereich
Das Hazi macht mich heiß, ey, ich lebe diesen Scheiß
Hab’ den Soundcheck verschlafen, schnauf’ kurz ‘ne Nase
Lauf durch den Graben, um den Auftritt zu starten
Beweg’ mich zwischen tausenden Farben
Und Fans, die draußen auf ‘n Autogramm warten
Saufen jeden Tag, unser Lebensstil ist krank
Hol die Gläser aus’m Schrank, wenn ich Jägermeister tank’
Die Drogen halten fit, lang kein Sport mehr gemacht
Kann’s mir leisten, weil ich auf meine Vorsätze kack’
Hab’ immer noch ‘nen Kater von vorletzter Nacht
Doch egal, lege trotzdem ein paar Dorfschnecken flach.

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ah
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Rein in den Tourbus, rau– ra-rauf– rauf auf die Autobahn
187 represent, Nigga, das sind echte Fans
Weil uns hat niemand was geschenkt, nein
Autogramme und ab ins Hotelll.(highlife)
187 Strassenbande songtexte
Video 187 Strassenbande

Violet Days – Your Girl Lyrics

VIOLET DAYS
Your Girl Lyrics

Arms just as warm as California
They’re holding me so deep
Whenever you’re asleep
Outside these walls you’re indifferent
[?] getting high
Only want me when you lost

Why do I feel ashamed when I just wanna say
That I don’t wanna feel like I’m wasting my time
It’s like mud on your mind

Cause I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I don’t only wanna be your girl
No, no, no I
No I don’t only wanna be your girl

I tried to reach through your silence
But you just look away
As if there’s nothing left to say
It’s like you’re acting like our love was never wild enough
But still you call me yours
I can’t pretend anymore

Oh, why do I feel ashamed when I just wanna say
That I don’t wanna feel like I’m wasting my time
It’s getting more than a lie

Cause I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I, no I
No I don’t, I don’t only wanna be your girl

You close a door without a care
You seem so sure that I’ll be here when you come back
First it was fun and we got drunk
First it was fun and we got drunk, then we f**ked up
Now I’m f**ked up

Cause I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I don’t only wanna be your girl
I need more than you give me
We were so good and then we [?] it
I need more than you give me
We were so good and then we [?] it
No I don’t only wanna be your girl

FRENCH MONTANA – Migo Montana lyrics

We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh

[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone

CHANCE THE RAPPER – Big B’s lyrics

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh