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MISSIO – Black Roses Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I am your son, you are my mother
I’m on my own, you’re not my lover
Don’t tell me how to live
I am your son, you are my father
You led us like lambs on our way to the slaughter
Who do you think you are?

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
I know you lied to me
I can see
Now that I’m free

[Chorus]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

[Verse 2]
I am your son, she’s not my mother
You think she’s perfect, to me, just another
Do you think it’s okay?
But I am your son, for worse or for better
Despite the fact that you a homewrecker
I guess that’s who you are

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
I know you lied to me
I can see
Now that I’m free

[Chorus]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

[Bridge]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

[Chorus]
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses

Greta Van Fleet – Watch Me Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Watch me when you call my name
See me sparkle, see me flame
Singing a song, playing a game
Oh, I’m so glad you came

[Chorus]
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da

Watch me when you look my way
See me smiling, be my night and day
Touch me in your own sweet way
Feel me tremble you take my words away

[Chorus]
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da

All of the time I love you
Make you a rhyme, I love you
Say it in mine

[Chorus]
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da
Da Um Da Um Da Um Da, Da-Da-Da

Watch me when I’m on my own
See me falling like the snow
Come and be the things you are
I am still falling, but not quite so far

Travis Scott – Bandz (Demo) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands

[Verse 1]
Man, I’m in these streets it’s been a long day (bands)
‘Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away (bands)
‘Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today (bands)
Funny, look at them niggas that slippin’
You trippin’, no fear, my niggas, we get it (bands)
I’m looking down at the whole world through these glass ceilings (bands)
And when I step outside, bad bitches with me (bands)
Back in my section, twisting that la-la, can’t let it stress me (bands)
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie (bands)
Ba-back it up and break it down (bands)
She gon’ bust it on this dick, you gon’ take her out of town (bands)
I put ice in my veeners, I put rubies in my crown (bands)
Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands

[Verse 2]
Work, work, work, work, pose, makin’ work (bands)
I gave her Pauly D, I’m a fuckin’ jerk (bands)
If we take all of these shots, we gon’ go berserk (bands)
Shut the fuck up, bitch, you trippin’
Really though lately don’t like to do lots of smoke
Lots of hoes down to blow (bands)
Vamanos, time to go, we gon’ go straight to the workin’ now (bands)
Now only my niggas I care about, fuckin’ ’round, bitch, you be carried out (bands)
Pharaoh nigga, high class (bands)
Selena at the cover, her booty, shine with your fly ass (bands)
Did you mean trendin’ top, Scott, La Flame, making G.O. chop (bands)
With a Russian, that model cop
And make your bitch-ass look microscop’
Yes Lord (bands)

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Verse 3]
Lately, I been goin’ crazy
Laughin’, drinkin’, find myself in arms of different women, huh
Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum
Tried to tell ‘em cut that rap shit all that wack shit’s underwhelming
Time’s ticking, palms itching
Mom’s tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, I’ll kill ‘em

[Interlude]
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands

[Chorus]
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
Nigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn, la-la)
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
I got bands

PnB Rock – Go To Mars Lyrics

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[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Fast whip, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
Fast whips
Bad bitch
Ridin’ ’round the city smokin’ on that gas, bitch
On the way to [?], she into fashion
She the type to go fuck up a bag quick
Flex on ’em, fuck up a check on ’em
Ice on my neck on ’em
Ice on my neck on ’em
Ice on my wrist, bitch
I got ’em sick, bitch
Young nigga lit, bitch
Young nigga rich, bitch
New whip alert, new bitch alert
New drip alert, I got they feelings hurt
All in my pockets, yeah, they got the blues
All of my bitches, they come home in twos
Don’t come too close, you not takin’ my jewels
Try me, I swear, you makin’ the news, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Fast whip, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Walk in the mall, I got cash
Don’t even ask for the price
She so excited to fuck, she gon’ remember this for the rest of her life
If you wanna fuck me, bitch, you gotta go through the guys
Look at the flick of the wrist, I payed a hundred for mines
If it cross yo mind to take my chain, you don’t give a fuck about life
Middle of the day, I’m fuckin’ tonight and that’s how I’m endin’ my night
This AP’ll light up yo’ life, this Draco’ll light up the night
You owe me money? Pull up with mine, you know I ain’t tellin’ you twice
‘Cause that choppa like yo’ ace, bitch, it ain’t gon’ miss you, nigga
And God really with you if I missed you, nigga
Switchin’ lanes in that Tiger, that’s a Bently, nigga
I fuck with Rock the long way, Detroit to Philly, nigga

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Fast whip, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Shit, I’m talkin’ fast whips, foreign cars
With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star
We be blowin’ cash quick like it’s no tomorrow
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars

NLE Choppa – Birdboy Lyrics

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[Intro]
Aye, huh
Yeah
(I don’t even think y’all niggas ready)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SGULL
(They not ready bruh)
(Tay they ready?)
Yeah, yeah
(Tay said “No”)
What?
Yeah
Huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Bullets hit a nigga up, like I’m playin’ Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah I’m the shit man
Nigga talking shit, so I fired on his bitch-ass
Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag
Choppa leave him stuck, that’s a bitch man
If a nigga play, Imma hit him broad day
With the K
Make a nigga go, ah, yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
Fuckin’ on another nigga bae, yeah
Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah
Nigga I’m real, you fake, yeah
I be totin’ them glizzy, we love toting’ guns
I do it for real, you do it for fun
When an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Lebron
You know that I hit ’em, I had to get ’em
They thought I was bowlin’, I had to split ’em
7.62, cut him down the middle
Cookin him up like a fuckin’ McGriddle
Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, bitch
Pull up with the gang
Twist a finger make it bang
To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
Bullets fallin’ out the sky, let that bitch rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name
Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin’
Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slangin’
Hit it from the back, have her changin’ language

[Break]
Huh?
(*Ringer*)
What the fuck?
Bitch stop calling my phone!

[Verse 2]
I hit her one time then I leave her alone
I know I’m not right, ’cause I’m doin her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin ’em serve, we serve in a cone
I’m a real nigga, you cannot clone
I’m cold with this shit like my first name was stone
I’m still a menace…
Huh? (What the fuck?)
I am a devil
Whole other level

[Refrain]
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible

[Verse 3]
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was bruisin’
Now I’m up in high school getting head from my tutor
Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles
I’m a big dog, little nigga you a poodle
I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler
Pop off, like I’m Martin Luther
Bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah

[Outro]
Hrrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(They shootin’)
Slatt, Slatt
Choppa