Well, I was baptized at the Baptist church
And my old man taught me ’bout a hard days work
I learned how to love, learned how to fight
It’s where we keep our cash in a dresser drawer
Underneath the forty-four
And if we do you wrong, we damn sure make it right
It’s the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It’s where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It’s the only place that I call home
Your word is good on a handshake
Preacher still talks about a judgment day
People gonna stop when a funeral passes by
We say yes sir and say yes ma’am
Answer the call from Uncle Sam
Hit a bully in the nose if he crosses the line
It’s the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It’s where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It’s the only place that I call home
My roots are buried deep here
In this little town
And one of these days it’s where
They’ll put me in the ground
It’s the only place that I call home
No matter where in this country I might roam
It’s where the corn grows tall and the moonshine still flows
It’s the only place that I call home
It’s the only place that I call home, yeah
Tag: Uncle Sam
Al Jolson – Tell That To The Marines Lyrics
Do you remember, Kaiser Bill
About a year ago?
We told your old friend Bernstorff
That he better pack and go
You laughed and said
“America possessed no fighting stuff,”
Until our fighting Yankee boys
Walked in and called your bluff
That Monte Cristo idea will not do
If you think that the world belongs to you
Well, tell that to the Marines–
Those deviling hounds who know what fighting means
You are going to lick the world– you said you will–
If you mean Uncle Sam, now listen Kaiser Bill:
Tell that to the Marines
The first to fight on all the fighting scenes
If you think you’ll sink our new boat
With your damned old u-boat
Tell that to the Marines
That line of Hindenburg’s would never break, you made a vow
It must be made of rubber, Bill
The way it’s bending now
The Krupp works that you bragged about
You rave of them no more
We’ll change them to the bankrupt works when we end up this war
So Kaiser Bill at warfare we are new
If you think now the Yankee drive is through
Well, tell that to the Marines
Those deviling hounds who know what fighting means
We are going to have six million men in line
Kaiser Bill, if you don’t think they will cross the Rhine
Tell that to the Marines
The first to fight on all the fighting scenes
If you think the Yanks won’t whirl-in
Right straight into Berlin
Tell that to the Marines
Joyner Lucas – 10 Bands Lyrics
[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Uh, uh-huh
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Uh), twenty bands (What?)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Uh)
Never had no money but she love to dance (What?)
I give all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (What?)
Man, I swear I’ll never fall in love again (Uh)
I done came up, I’m the fuckin’ man (What?)
Me and Timbaland got other plans
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
You don’t really know what you up against (Yeah)
Boy, you know I always got the upper hand (Woo)
You ain’t never been through the struggle, man (Boop)
Home-made grits in the oven pan (Uh)
You don’t want shit, you don’t wanna dance (No)
Two shots, make ’em do the runnin’ man (Uh)
And they say, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)
Man, I swear I’ll never take drugs again
I traded my bike for a Hobie (Hobie)
Traded my Hobie for a Honda (Honda)
Traded my Honda for a Panther (Yeah)
I just got a crib in Wakanda (Woo)
I never been into the drama (Drama)
Never been a fan of designer (Uh)
All I really got is one wish (What’s that?)
A one night stand with Madonna (Woo)
Think I gotta hit ’em wit’ the head bust (Head bust, uh-huh)
This is for ’em days that they made me ride a motherfuckin’ sped bus (Ayy, uh-huh)
And this is for ’em days that my teachers tol’ me I should go and sell drugs
Niggas went to jail, ain’t nobody put the bail up
Shawty had the money, but she went and got her hair done
Niggas hated on me, but I never really cared much
Goddamn
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Yeah), twenty bands (Whoa)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (Boop)
And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam (Uh)
My ex bitch still want another chance (Yeah)
Man, I swear I’ll never fall in love again (What?)
And they say, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
I done brought the—
I done brought the—
I done brought the hitters out to play (Uh-huh)
I don’t like you, you don’t like me
Fuck it, let’s get it out the way (Uh-huh)
What we gon’ do? What’s it gon’ be?
I just got a million out the bank (Uh-huh)
Spoil my son, do what I please
Fuck what any nigga gotta say (Uh-huh, boop)
Lay in the sun, tickle my feet
I just might pull up in the mink (Mink)
Take my enemies out to drink (What?)
Toss my weapons in the lake (Yeah)
Count up my blessings, them straight (Nah)
I think I might go on a date (Uh)
Count all my dough in the safe
Roll with the wave, look at my soul in the face
They don’t even know what to say
I just want–
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands, twenty bands (Woo)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (Yeah)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (Yeah)
Man, I swear I’ll never fall in love again (Uh)
Someone said, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)
[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Men like—, men like—, men like—
Men like, women like, niggas like, yeah
I’ma ride ‘long as I’m alive, whoa (Boop, boop)
Homicide, kill ’em like genocide, yeah (Brrap, brrap)
Get it on camera, televise, whoa (Boop, boop)
ADHD, I identify, uh (Brrap, brrap)
Look at my feelings, I’m civilized, yeah
Analyzed, and I might spin a knife with a dyke (Brrap, brrap)
Get it right, bitch, if I hit it right, uh
I remember scraping at the quarters (Uh-huh, quarters)
Drinkin’ from the sink to get some water (Uh-huh, water)
Tryna pay the rent I couldn’t afford it (Uh-huh)
Stressin’ made a nigga bipolar (Uh-huh, woo!)
Washing machine out of order (Uh-huh, order)
Nigga had to hustle on the corner (Uh-huh, corner)
Now I’m back, I’m four from the border
Saving up hoes like a hoarder
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Woo), twenty bands (What?)
She’ll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (Woo)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (Ayy)
Man, I swear, I’ll never fall in love again (Woo)
I done came up, I’m the fuckin’ man (Woo)
Me and Timbaland got other plans (Woo)
You don’t really know what you up against (Woo)
Boy, you know I always had the upper hand (Woo)
You ain’t never been through the struggle, man (Woo)
Home-made grits in the oven pan (Woo)
You don’t want shit, you don’t wanna dance (Woo)
Two shots, make ’em do the runnin’ man (Woo)
Someone said, “Love is a drug” (Uh-huh)
I don’t wanna ever take drugs again (Boop!)
iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics
I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room
With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon
Janelle Monáe – Americans lyrics
[Intro]
Hold on, don’t fight your war alone
Halo around you, don’t have to face it on your own
We will win this fight, let all souls be brave
We’ll find a way to heaven, we’ll find a way
[Verse 1]
War is old, so is sex, let’s play God, you go next
Hands go up, men go down, try my luck, stand my ground
Die in church, live in jail say her name, twice in hell
Uncle Sam kissed a man, Jim Crow Jesus rose again
[Pre-Chorus]
I like my woman in the kitchen
I teach my children superstitions
I keep my two guns on my blue nightstand
A pretty young thang, she can wash my clothes
But she’ll never ever wear my pants
[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Learned the words from my mom and dad
Cross my heart and I hope to die
With a big old piece of American pie
Love me baby, love me for who I am
Fallen angels singing, “Clap your hands”
Don’t try to take my country, I will defend my land
I’m not crazy, baby, naw, I’m American
I’m American, I’m American, I’m American
[Verse 2]
Seventy-nine cent to your dollar
All that bullshit from white-collars
You see my color before my vision
Sometimes I wonder if you will fly
Would it help you make a better decision?
[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Learned the words from my mom and dad
Cross my heart and I hope to die
With a big old piece of American pie
Just love me baby, love me for who I am
Fallen angels singing, “Clap your hands”
Don’t try to take my country, I will defend my land
I’m not crazy, baby, naw, I’m American
I’m American, I’m American, I’m American
[Spoken Bridge]
Let me help you in here
Until women can get equal pay for equal work
This is not my America
Until same-gender loving people can be who they are
This is not my America
Until black people can come home from a police stop without being shot in the head
This is not my America
Until poor whites can get a shot at being successful
This is not my America
I can’t hear nobody talkin’ to me
[Chorus]
Just love me baby, love me for who I am
Fallen angels singing, “Clap your hands”
Don’t try to take my country, I will defend my land
I’m not crazy, baby, naw
I’m American (love me baby)
I’m American (love me for who I am)
[Spoken Outro]
Until Latinos and Latinas don’t have to run from walls
This is not my America
But I tell you today that the devil is a liar
Because it’s gon’ be my America before it’s all over
Please sign your name on the dotted line
J Cole – BRACKETS lyrics
[Intro: Richard Pryor]
Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
And I’m really happy about it
And I’m not bragging, I just wanna say something
I make a so—fuck, it’s ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go home and say
“Dad, I wanna tell you how much money I made”
You know what he’d say? “You’s a lying motherfucker
Joe Louis didn’t make that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the house
Coming here with that bullshit,” hah
[Verse 1]
Niggas hating on me, I ain’t used to that
Know a couple people wanna shoot for that
I say “No, no, no, chill, it ain’t no need for that”
Them niggas tryna blow and ain’t need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I’m cool with that
‘Cause how they feel, I ain’t got shit to do with that
I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that
[Chorus]
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
It’s been a long time since I have felt this way
About something but now, but now
I’m controlling my mind, the days are warm
The nights are cold, the lost is found, I’m found
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
[Interlude]
Hell yeah boy, I’m a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can’t tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin’ million dollar check nigga
I’m goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, it’s my phone real quick, it’s my Unc’
Uncle Sam and shit
“What’s up Unc’? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was coming in, I gotchu when it came in. Goddamn, I’m a man of my word. Goddamn, I told you I’ma have it, and goddamn, I’ma have it for you. Hell, shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half? Half nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch, you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don’t make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain’t been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they ain’t got the tools
Maybe ’cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin’ some teachers that don’t look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing about the men that’s controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we’ll never see a black man in the White House again
I’ll write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say ’bout where it’s goin’?
Some older nigga told me to start votin’
I said “Democracy is too fuckin’ slow”
If I’m givin’ y’all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it’s 2018
Let me pick the things I’m funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman I’ve never seen
Dictate where my money go, straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns that circulate the country And then wind up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man schools unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbers
So right now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his mama house
She can’t take this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she’s walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn
[Chorus]
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Camila Cabello – Havana lyrics
Feat. Young Thug
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?” (uh)
When he came in the room
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
But I can’t without you
I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
That summer night in June
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like…
[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ayy)
I knew it when I met him (ayy), I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him, I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na (woo)
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn (fresh out East Atlanta)
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me
Shawty cravin’ on me, get to eatin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’, on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, baby
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back (uh huh) to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (oo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back
Hey, hey…
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Take me back to my Havana…
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (hey)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, (ayy, ayy) na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Outro: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Uh huh
Oh, na-na-na (oh, na, yeah)
Oh, na-na-na
Oh, na-na-na (no, no, no, take me back)
Oh, na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Status Quo – In The Army Now (Video Single Edit)
A vacation in a foreign land
Uncle Sam does the best he can
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
Now you remember what the draft man said
Nothing to do all day but stay in bed
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
You’ll be the hero of the neighbourhood
Nobody knows that you left for good
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
Smiling faces as you wait to land
But once you get there no one gives a damn
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
Hand grenades flying over your head – – – – – –
Missiles flyin’ over your head if you wanna survive
Get out of bed
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army, now
Shots ring out in the dead of night
The sergeant calls: "Stand up and fight!"
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
You got your orders standing to shoot on sight
Your finger’s on the trigger but it don’t seem right
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
Night is falling and you just can’t see
Is this illusion or reality
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – in the army now
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – in the army now
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – in the army now
Oh, oh you’re in the army – in the army now
Camila Cabello – Havana (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)
Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Young Scooter – Both Sides Lyrics
[Intro: Young Scooter]
Can’t trust these niggas you dig, they so broke
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides, a-hah
Brother with me in this bitch you digg, that’s one til infinity
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Whippin’ a brick, right out a crock-pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin on [?]
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is black and they white, I don’t do [?]
I’m in a chocolate Ferrari, yeah, I look like a spider
My fifth pocket molly
My partner on Roxies, yeah, my bitch caught a body
She eat up lil bitch like a [?]
She play with my drip I’ma dump her
She say I’m the best so I tongued her
Pimp the bitch, [?]
If you fuck my dog, make sure you keep it sexy
I’m pouring up Texas, Codeine
We got a few out of town it’s the nosebleeds
I just got a call from Scooter, and he told me
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides
[Verse 2: Future]
Triple cross, triple black cross, woah-oh-oh
Niggas they’ll look at you just like a mill, eat you like food
Where I grew up there were warlords
Where I’m from we worship the drug lords
I’m on molly and xan, with the black card
And this gang done
Gave me a black heart
We bury cash at the graveyard
Tatted my chest with them angels
Tell my bitch to keep away the danger
Money inside the problems
Puttin’ the gang on a private
You need to see life through my eyes
Mercedes all white navy blue top
I gotta get me another vault
Niggas ain’t doing the withdrawals, gotta keep acty on deck
I gotta keep Becky on deck
I keep it real, it ain’t no flex
Twenty five hundred for Actavis
I’m on a yacht with some convicts
Come from the gutter live lavishly
Keep one in the head automatically, yeah
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BMFBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You my nigga but I don’t trust your man, damn
He a CEO, but why he take the stand, damn
In every verse I be wrappin’ grams, yams
Just made a twin and played Uncle Sam, damn
Playing both sides’ll get you killed quick
I know you down to ride, but is you gon’ snitch
Trap the corner off [?] just me and rick
I get money in every zone, from one to six
These dirty bitches play both sides
Don’t trust these hoes cause all of them lie
These dirty lawyers they play both sides
They’ll Swap you out and make you do some time
A true feeling
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides
Pentatonix – Havana Lyrics
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)
Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
Havana, ooh na-na
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?”
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(Oh but I can’t without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
Like a traffic jam
I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
[Break]
Havana, ooh na-na
Pentatonix – Havana
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)
Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
Havana, ooh na-na
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(Oh but I can’t without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
Like a traffic jam
I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
[Break]
Havana, ooh na-na
Nipsey Hussle – Been Down (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Intro Swizz Beatz]
Never sell out
Sometimes you gotta talk that talk to them Nipsey
Sometimes they can’t handle it though
But we don’t care
[Verse: Nipsey]
Yeah, it’s a moment this special
This what happens stay down game bless you
This what happens don’t fold the game test you
If you pass it you gone they can’t catch you and its permanent
I been down I deserve this shit
Ruff Ryder Roc-A-Fella on my Murda shit
Tryna threat me with the fame ain’t concerned with it
Only worry about the green I’m a herbalist
Even though next level look still achieving those
Seven digits model bitches and arena shows
Hundred-thousand make a transfer cause my visa low
Every week I send a text like that to GSO
In the back feeling like Jigga in the GS4
Me and Boogie on some need to know
Watching ATL nigga on the PS4
See they mad at us
They hating on us I don’t even know
‘Cause Nipsey Hussle in a league his own
Niggas lame but to each his own
Changed the game, now I need a throne
Half a mil to Uncle Sam hate to see it go
All money in the squad nigga even though
[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Man it’s hot like a kettle
Calling from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
We ain’t like you
We don’t like you
We don’t like you
We ain’t nothing like you
Goddamn we’d snipe you
Calling from the ghetto
Calling from the ghetto
We need help down here food around here
Or we gon spray everything down here
Calling from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
Pick up my call from the ghetto
Pick up my call from the ghetto
We ain’t like you
We ain’t never like you
We ain’t even like your type
Man we’ll snipe your type
Live from the ghetto
Man it’s live from the ghetto
Came from nothing and made it something
Now I got the whole hood jumping
Tell me what you want now
Calling from the ghetto
Got the block hot like a kettle
Can’t even come back to your hood
Everywhere and we here yeah we good yeah
Nipsey Hussle – Been Down
[Intro Swizz Beatz]
Never sell out
Sometimes you gotta talk that talk to them Nipsey
Sometimes they can’t handle it though
But we don’t care
[Verse: Nipsey]
Yeah, it;s a moment this special
This what happens stay down game bless you
This what happens don’t fold the game test you
If you pass it you gone they can’t catch you and its permenant
I been down I deserve this shit
Ruff Ryder Roc-A-Fella on my Murda shit
Tryna threat me with the fame ain’t concerned with it
Only worry about the green I’m a herbalist
Even though next level look still achieving those
Seven digits model bitches and arena shows
Hundred thousand make a transfer cause my visa low
Every week I send a text like that to GSO
In the back feeling like Jigga in the GS4
Me and Boogie on some need to know
Watching ATL nigga on the PS4
See they mad at us
They hating on us I don’t even know
‘Cause Nipsey Hussle in a league his own
Niggas lame but to each his own
Changed the game now I need a throne
Half a mil to Uncle Sam hate to see it go
All money in the squad nigga even though
[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Man it’s hot like a kettle
Calling from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
We ain’t like you
We don’t like you
We don’t like you
We ain’t nothing like you
Goddamn we’d snipe you
Calling from the ghetto
Calling from the ghetto
We need help down here food around here
Or we gon spray everything down here
Calling from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
Pick up my call from the ghetto
Pick up my call from the ghetto
We ain’t like you
We ain’t never like you
We ain’t even like your type
Man we’ll snipe your type
Live from the ghetto
Man it’s live from the ghetto
Came from nothing and made it something
Now I got the whole hood jumping
Tell me what you want now
Calling from the ghetto
Got the block hot like a kettle
Can’t even come back to your hood
Everywhere and we here yeah we good yeah
Camila Cabello – Havana (At MTV Europe Music Awards) (Live)
Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Camila Cabello – Havana (At Los 40 Music Awards) (Live)
Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug) (Vertical Video)
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Camila Cabello – Havana (At Latin American Music Awards) (Live)
Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Camila Cabello – Havana (At Radio 1’s Teen Awards 2017) (Live)
Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Camila Cabello – Havana (On The Tonight Show) (Live)
Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Young Thug & Carnage – Liger
[Intro]
I wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Thugger
Carnage, what it do, nigga?
Let’s turn up
[Chorus]
I tell the bitch so [?], that’s my kinfolk
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil’ mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie’, but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wanna go get a liger, ayy
I’m so different from these niggas, I won’t be like ’em (swear to God, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Uh, I bought a Bentley, then I went and chopped the top off
I got a bad bitch inside and I’m gettin’ topped off
I got a foreign ‘Rari, then I cut the top off
I put these pebbles in the meat and knock the taco off
A pussy nigga better stop playin’ with Slime boss
You pussy niggas fuck around, have me behind the wall
I swear to God, I can’t wait to go with my fuckin’ bros
I know he miss me and I miss him, and that’s worth the long
I got some big guns pointed at it on
Louis V armor fatigue, but it’s camo’, though (get it, ayy)
She smokin’ loud like a high note
I just wanna put my D on your cameltoe (let’s do it)
I know they told you don’t play with these fuckin’ folks (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You gon’ end up in somebody mothafuckin’ moat
Blue diamonds, water like South Beach, oh yeah, you can pour
Oh yeah, I’m rich, oh, I don’t gotta vote, fuck you
[Chorus]
I tell the bitch so [?], that’s my kinfolk
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil’ mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie’, but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wanna go get a liger, ayy
I’m so different from these niggas, I won’t be like ’em (fuck ’em all, ayy, swear to God, nigga)
Thugger
[Verse 2]
Cash talk, baby, I want acres all in Vegas
I got bitches wanna fuck me all around the equator
I’m global, bitch, I’m global, yeah, I am not your neighbor
No longer, yeah, all my cribs sit on hundreds of acres
Bitch, I promise, swear to God, on my mom, on my daughters
On my son, on my mothafuckin’ gun
If I’m lyin’, make it jam while I’m tryna fuckin’ blam
Old bitch, hi, there, ma’am, suck me loose in Guwop’s Lamb’
Suck my top off, yeah
Bitch, I’m rich, this ain’t luck
Bitch, I’m climbin’, why you stuck?
Bitch, I’m yammin’, in your guts
Uncle Sam, mothafuck him
I ain’t payin’ him, nigga, what?
Yeah, I got right with God, I know he gon’ keep me up
[Chorus]
I tell the bitch so [?], that’s my kinfolk
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil’ mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie’, but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wanna go get a liger, ayy
I’m so different from these niggas, I won’t be like ’em (fuck ’em all, ayy, swear to God, nigga)
Thugger
Rod Stewart – Legless Lyrics
ROD STEWART
Legless Lyrics
(Verse)
I’ve been working all of my life
Tryin to make a dollar last
Well in this morning my telephone rang
As I was putting out the trash
Excuse me sir are you Mr. Jones?
I said yes Ma’am I surely am
Congratulations sir you’re a lottery winner
You’re a rich man the rest of your life
(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get loaded tonight
(Verse)
We get all dressed up and we goin down town
In one of them long black limousines
We celebrating with all of our friends
At the paradise ball and grill
I serve my country in Vietnam
And made my life on the line
But tonight I’m letting down I’m selecting my air
With some good champagne and wine
(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get loaded tonight
(Verse)
All my taxes paid to good old Uncle Sam
I’m a no nonsense kind of guy
I’m a hardworking man I’m an honest man
But tonight I’m gonna let me go
(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get loaded tonight
(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get shit faced tonight
Kid Rock – Drinkin’ Smokin’ Lyrics
KID ROCK
Drinkin’ Smokin’ Lyrics
VERSE 1
I’m a pimp, you can check my stats
An’ rollin’ a Fleetwood, that’s how I Mac
I rock all the tracks so the World knows
I love all the girls, smack all the Ho’s
Show love to those who come real with it
Life’s a bitch but I deal with it
I’m in it to win it like Yzerman
Can drink about fifteen Heinekens
I’m not born again, but if I was
I’d ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin’ a Winston, drinkin’ a 4-0
Kid Rockin’ I’m-a letchya know
CHORUS (Female vocalists)
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, thinkin’, tryin’ to free my mind
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, tryin’ to free my mind
VERSE 2
It’s been a couple-a months in this smokey room
Eatin’ shrooms, drinkin’ Boone’s
Writin’ tunes, and hopin’ to get
One-a these motherf**kin’ songs to hit
A little bitta love that’s all I need
A little inspiration, and a bagga weed
A seed to plant, so my tree can grow
You know I left my girl, cause I don’t need that Ho-oooold up
Wait a minute, I’m about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Puffin’ a Winston, drinkin’ a 4-0
Kid Rockin’ I’m-a letchya know…
CHORUS (Female vocalists)
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, thinkin’, tryin’ to free my mind
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, tryin’ to free my mind
MUSICAL BRIDGE (With female vocalist)
Oh yeah, oh-ho yeah
Free my my-yi-yi-yi-yind
oooo hooo yeah [Come on, uh uh] Yow!
VERSE 3
I ain’t no rough guy, ain’t no tough guy
Don’t get out much, and don’t dress up fly
A pawn in the game, that’s all I am
Givin’ all my duckets to Uncle Sam, f**k it
I’m free to do what I please little lady
I was born at night, but not last night baby
I been around, seen some things
I slep’ in dumpsters, got high with Kings
I don’t bring much, ain’t got a lot to say
But I got more time than Morris Day
Puffin’ a Winston, drinkin’ a 4-0
Kid Rockin’ I’m-a letchya know
CHORUS to Outro (Female vocalists)
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, thinkin’, tryin’ to free my mind (free my mind)
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, tryin’ to free my mind (Smokin’ and drinkin’)
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, thinkin’, tryin’ to free my mind (try’na free my mind)
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, tryin’ to free my mind
Way-aaastin’ my time
Hey, I’m smokin’
Hey, I’m drinkin’
Tryin’ to free my mind
I been sittin’ here just wastin’ time
Drinkin’, smokin’, tryin’ to free-ee my my-yi-yi-yi-yind
Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug)
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
Havana
Lyrics to ‘Havana’ by Camila Cabello:
–Intro: Pharrell Williams–
Hey
–Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams–
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na
–Verse 1: Camila Cabello–
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?”
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
–Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello–
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
–Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams–
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
–Verse 2: Young Thug–
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
–Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams–
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
–Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello–
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…
–Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams–
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
–Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah–
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
smokepurpp – Glock Inside My Benz
[Intro]
Udigg, udigg
*harmonizing*
No such thing as friends
[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb’
Tax a motherfucker like Uncle Sam
And I’m off the xan, don’t give a damn
When I’m in LA they pull out cameras
G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Benz, now she drippin’ like a faucet
Before I kick in the door, bitch you know a nigga knockin’
Autotune status, bitch you know that my shit knockin’
If you stealin’ swag, I ain’t gon’ stop it
See I’m in the streets and I might drop ’em
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my fit, I’m gettin’ paid
See me, you can see me
I feel like John Cena on this CD
Lil Purpp bless your trap that’s what the streets need
Don’t owe a nigga shit cause you don’t feed me
[Bridge]
And I pour the mud ’til I’m sleepy
Lil’ bitch wanna touch on my pee pee
I’m a deadstar, rockstar
I’m a deadstar
[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
[Verse 2]
Sweat, molly made me sweatin’
Yeah bitch I’m a star but I’m still dead
And I’m with my dawg just like a vet
Pull up at your trap and get it wet
Do it for my set
And I never talk to no feds
In LA I used to sleep with no bed
Now I’m a million dollar nigga in the jet
Udigg, SLATT
[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Johnny Cash – Song Of The Patriot lyrics
(Feat. Marty Robbins)
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I love mom and applie pie,
And the freedoms that we all enjoy across this beautiful land
I work hard and I fight hard for the old Red, White, and Blue
And I’ll die a whole lot harder if it comes to where I have to
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And when I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin, my blood begins to churnin
And I could do some fightin’ of my own
I don’t believe in violence, I’m a God fearing man
Bul I’ll stand up for my country just as long as I can stand
Cause I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And I enjoy the liberty of being what I want to be and achieve any goals that I can
I was taught to turn the other cheeck, but daddy used to say
Walk soft and pack a big stick, but never walk away
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
And When I see old Glory waving
I think of all the brave men who have fought and died for what is right and wrong
And when I see old Glory burnin, my blood begins to churnin
And I could do some fightin’ of my own
Cause I love all my brothers and were proud of our group
We’ve got the greenest country here on God’s green earth
I’m a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
RiFF RaFF – Hit Me Up (feat. Lisa Cimorelli)
[Hook: Lisa Cimorelli]
Hit me up
Where you wanna go
We can drive downtown
Just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and a pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
[Verse 1: RiFF RaFF]
First off pay all your taxes
Accountant doing back flips, pockets doing gymnastics
Dropped off my 40% to Uncle Sam
Damn fam, can I cop the cramb Lamb
I must vacation on the regular
No behind the scenes, put away your cellular
No phone service in Amsterdam
Don’t touch my hand, I buff shine my nails
Three shots of green tea, Vietnamese TP
Drop my hotel key in Japanese seaweed
My feet need to meet the beach in East Greece
My body needs to sleep beneath Versace sheets
[Hook: Lisa Cimorelli]
Hit me up
Where you wanna go
We can drive downtown
Just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and a pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
[Verse 2: RiFF RaFF]
Never meant to get bent out of shape
But I ate too many steaks, put on too much weight
Gained seventy pounds, you could see it in my face
Lean down, I could barely tie my shoe lace
RiFF RaFF, I came back with Versace six pack
Don’t get side tracked, tryna keep up with my stacks
Might spill through Nashville with my wrist on chill
Set my grill on the window sill, and I froze Kendall Gill
Back to me, back to doing whatever I feel
Back to you being annoying and keeping it real
With your attitude I swear I’ve had it up to here
I be damned if I let these haters get in my ear, RiFF
[Bridge: Lisa Cimorelli]
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Ooh, la-la-la-la-la
[Hook: Lisa Cimorelli]
Hit me up
Where you wanna go
We can drive downtown
Just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and a pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
Hit me up
Where you wanna go
We can drive downtown
Just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and a pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
Yung Simmie – Underground King (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)
[Hook]
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
I kill em’ with the swag, I make a hater mad
I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
She won’t leave me alone, blowin’ up my phone
I got her mind goin’, but I’m off the mount
Prolly in the trap, whippin’ up a mil
The UnderGround King, screamin’ fuck a deal
Leanin’ to the right, I just popped the seal
I be so for real, my life is surreal
I told my niggas chill, they be poppin’ pills
And I’m a young boss, I be closin’ deals
Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels
[Verse]
I’m leanin’ off this drank, lovin’ how it feels
Smokin’ on that stank, I picked it out the field
I’m shinin’ like a diamond, gold in my grills
Blowin’ up my phone, I have to tell her chill
And I ain’t talkin’ runnin’, but I’m chasin’ mills
I be hella hungry, I came to [?]
You playin’ with my funds, you might get whacked cuz I don’t fuck with snakes and I don’t fuck with rats
You know who I am, call me Uncle Sam
Smellin’ like a pound, I roll em by the gram
I told my niggas chill, they be goin’ ham
You keyboard thuggers, keep sendin’ spam
My hittas off the pills, you better write your will
They leave you underwater, hope you got your gills
I’m from FLA, where niggas die all day
I heard that you be chillin’, we just grind all day
I’m a young boss, I can’t take a loss
All my niggas eatin’, you can’t taste the sauce
You just do the talk, me I walk the walk
And if it’s drama time, then the pistols spark
All is fun and games, leave it at the park
We beat pussies up, like it’s after dark
I’m baggin’ any bitch, like it’s K Mart
Smokin’ on the jay, while I jaywalk
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don’t wanna race, I can’t come in last
[Hook]
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
I kill em’ with the swag, I make a hater mad
I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
She won’t leave me alone, blowin’ up my phone
I got her mind goin’, but I’m off the mount
Prolly in the trap, whippin’ up a mil
The UnderGround King, screamin’ fuck a deal
Leanin’ to the right, I just popped the seal
I be so for real, my life is surreal
I told my niggas chill, they be poppin’ pills
And I’m a young boss, I be closin’ deals
Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels
RiFF RaFF – Vibe letras
[Hook]
Out of body out of mind
Floating in-between the ligths
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Out of body out of mind
Pretty sure I’ll be alright
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
First off pay off your taxes
Accountant doing back flips pockets doing gymnastics
Dropped off my 40 percent to Uncle Sam
Damn fam can’t I cop the cram’ Lamb
I must vacation on the regular
No behind the scenes put away your cellular
No phone service in Amsterdam
Don’t touch my hand I shine my nails
I need three shots of gin in my ginger ale
Here take my keys I can’t see too well
My feet need to meet the beach in East Greece
My body needs to sleep beneath Versace sheets
RiFF
[Hook]
Out of body out of mind
Floating in-between the lights
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Out of body out of mind
Pretty sure I’ll be alright
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
Never meant to get bent out of shape
But I ain’t too many steaks put on too much weight
Gained seventy pounds you could see it in my face
Lean down and I can barely tie my shoe lace
Fuck that I came back with a Gucci six pack
I don’t smoke crack but I put codeine over ice
Crack the seal in Nashville spill the syrup in my Sprite
If she act right I might bring out the rice
Back to me, back to doing whatever I feel
Back to you being annoying and keeping it real
With your attitude I swear I’ve had it up to here
I be damned if I let these haters get in my ear
RiFF
[Hook]
Out of body out of mind
Floating in-between the lights
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Out of body out of mind
Pretty sure I’ll be alright
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe