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The Wailers – Playboy Lyrics

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[Chorus]
You really have a passion for turning me down
You really have a passion for turning me down
You really have a passion for turning me down
He’s just a playboy
He’s just a playboy
He’s just a playboy
Playboy

[Verse]
Do you love me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you love, love-a-love love me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you love me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you love me? (Do you really love me?)

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
You really have a passion for turning me down
You really have a passion for turning me down
You really have a passion for turning me down
He’s just a playboy
He’s just a playboy
He’s just a playboy
Playboy

[Outro]
Do you love me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you love, love-a-love love me, baby? (Do you really love me?)
Do you need me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you want me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you love me? (Do you really love me?)
Do you love, love-a-love love me, baby? (Do you really love me?)
Do you need me, baby? (Do you really love me?)
Is that alright, now (Do you really love me?)

YNW Melly – YNW Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse:]
Made it through the struggle, got it off the muscle (off the muscle)
Wanted Gucci on my buckle, so I had to hustle (hustle, hustle)
Stomach growlin’ like a lion, I was really hungry
Ain’t nobody wanna help me, got it on my lonely (my lonely)
Jaleen that my brother, we like Rich Homie and Thugger
Disrespect my whodie, then I’m shootin’ at your mother, huh (your mother)
Boy I know you love her, cause’ you fuck without a rubber, huh
If that bitch start actin’ up, just go and find another, huh (sheesh)
Gucci, Louis, Hermes and Givenchy on my body (yeah)
Promethazine and Sprite, but I ain’t fuckin’ with no molly (no way)
Big shout-out to Kodak Black, he follow me on Insta
If you wanna chop it up, I put it in a blender (blender)
Flokka smokin’ niggas, I ain’t got nothin’ to give ya’ (bye)
I’m shootin’ out the sun roof, Sosa shootin’ out the window (bang)
Yeah, this is a freestyle nigga you ain’t gotta ask me (nah)
Pussy squirtin’, mini skirt, I like my bitches nasty, uh
And she make all A’s and B’s, I like my bitches classy, huh (classy)
Quarter pound of ganja pack, I stretch it like elastic, huh (elastic)
Take you to the Gucci store, then flip it like gymnastics (flip it)
Juugin and finessin’, we was counting all our blessings (for real)
Your bitch do the Melly pose cause I’m a living legend

Sosa:

I’m that nigga from that Ave you don’t even know to have
Just to walk through my hood, pussy boy, you need a pass
Tell the judge suck my dick and tell the state to kiss my ass
Me and my team we first, why you pussy niggas in last
Crackers all on my dick ’cause they say I made a hit
When I grabbed the microphone they like: “Sosa you can spit!”
When I fucked that nigga bitch, that really made that nigga sit

Hillsong Worship – King of Kings (2019) Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
In the darkness
We were waiting
Without hope
Without light
Till from heaven
You came running
There was mercy in Your eyes
To fulfil the law and prophets
To a virgin came the word
From a throne of endless glory
To a cradle in the dirt

[Chorus]
Praise the Father
Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit
Three in one
God of glory
Majesty
Praise forever to the King of Kings

[Verse 2]
To reveal the kingdom coming
And to reconcile the lost
To redeem the whole creation
You did not despise the cross
For even in your suffering
You saw to the other side
Knowing this was our salvation
Jesus for our sake you died

[Chorus]
Praise the Father
Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit
Three in one
God of glory
Majesty
Praise forever to the King of Kings

[Verse 3]
And the morning that You rose
All of heaven held its breath
Till that stone was moved for good
For the Lamb had conquered death
And the dead rose from their tombs
And the angels stood in awe
For the souls of all who’d come
To the Father are restored
And the church of Christ was born
Then the Spirit lit the flame
Now this gospel truth of old
Shall not knell
Shall not faint
By His blood and in His name
In His freedom I am free
For the love of Jesus Christ
Who has resurrected me

[Chorus]
Praise the Father
Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit
Three in one
God of glory
Majesty
Praise forever to the King of Kings

Praise the Father
Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit
Three in one
God of glory
Majesty
Praise forever to the King of Kings

DJ Khaled – Addicted Lyrics

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[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Eh Khaled, you done playing with them?
Santana
About to give them some real street shit

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Big drop, gotta look big, nigga
I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga
I had the moddo, like “look big, nigga”
It ain’t about what small or what look big, nigga
When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga
Push big niggas to the point where they don’t wanna push small niggas
To the point, get the point, nigga?
Crack dealer I been, since I don’t know when
8, 9, 10, na, I don’t know when
I know I started early, started young, started dumb
Started out as a runner, started out making my run
I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers
Fox was like “here, give this to Kiesha”
Tell Kiesha to get that to T
Tell T “get that back to me”
Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent
Straight out of boot camp
My soldiers in the field marching
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man
I’m on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man
I’m addicted
Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know
I’m addicted
Murder, death, kill, anything goes
I’m addicted
I honor death before dishonor
I’m addicted
This ain’t fiction, I livedI’m addicted

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Come through on the first?
Good, cause I make my best moves on the first
First of the third, I be workin theGotta break ‘m all down, so every person gets surved
I’m addicted to this life for me
I live it, it’s just right for me
I can’t coap with being broke, I never could
Plus I prommised myself I never would
Plus I can’t forget the fact I have that
Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back
I’m in the kitchen, I’m whippin, bringing that Crakck back
Cam, pass me the ice, BlackjOr should I say magic
Pardin my slang, it’s pardt of my bad habits
Pardin my ring, it’s just part of my swagger
You don’t like it, nigga, pardin my swagger
I told a chick I’m addicted
To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures
I told her quick “I’m sort of a pimp, bitch”
Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with
It’s none like me
Not two, not three, not one like me
Can’t none get it done like me
Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man
I’m on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man
I’m addicted
Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know
I’m addicted
Murder, death, kill, anything goes
I’m addicted
I honor death before dishonor
I’m addicted
This ain’t fiction, I livedI’m addicted

MISSIO – Underground Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Got my bills all paid, not mad about it
Got my whip upgrade, not mad about it
Got Mexico vaca’, not mad about it
My brain a grenade, I’m sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
Got my retro ones, not mad about it
On my second album, not mad about it
Got my stacks in tons, not mad about it
Bags unloaded, gun, I’m sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad (Sad, sad)

[Chorus]
I’m down
I should be on top but I’m always underground
Things are looking up, but I’m making myself drown
My anxiety and money just compounds
I’ll be right here just waiting underground

[Verse 2]
Five star meals, I’m boug’, not mad about it
She’s stayin’ pre-approved, not mad about it
Adidas black tracksuit, not mad about it
Attitude unglued, I’m sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad (Sad, sad)

[Chorus]
I’m down
I should be on top but I’m always underground
Things are looking up, but I’m making myself drown
My anxiety and money just compounds
I’ll be right here just waiting underground

[Bridge]
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it
I’m sad about it, sad, sad, sad about it

[Chorus]

I should be on top but I’m always underground
Things are looking up, but I’m making myself drown
My anxiety and money just compounds
I’ll be right here just waiting underground