Danny Brown Ft. Dopehead – Errythang Lyrics

"Danny Brown Ft. Dopehead – Errythang" 

"Danny Brown Ft. Dopehead – Errythang Lyrics"

[Hook]

Fast life living got me scooping on that shit

Things will never be the same, bruise will be the click I claim

Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang

Balling just to maintain, lucie’s rushing in my brain

Ain’t got no dialer to my name, but put that shit on errythang

Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang

Put that on my mind, I swear to god, I put that on my great, great, great grandma

Put that on my squad, that I’m gonna get it, any time

… snow or hell, I’m on my grind

It’s not how it happened

Blow 7, swisher rolled up theoretically

You broke, you don’t think logically

I have … in 2003, so when you bought it

I’ma read it…

My … nigga got 8 for a robbery

In this…so it’s commissary, so get suited

They say I need the … when she pop, over shot

When she stop, I don’t know

All on her jaw, some on her nose

Dripping her shoes, some on her clothes

She’s a nasty, dirty, hoe

Even let me put it in her bum, hole

Run up on the corner like where you gonna go

He deep oh, no you ain’t no

Legs in the air had a …hard time

Said she love me, but I don’t know her

They stop

[Hook]

Fast life living got me scooping on that shit

Things will never be the same, bruise will be the click I claim

Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang

Balling just to maintain, lucie’s rushing in my brain

Ain’t got no dialer to my name, but put that shit on errythang

Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang

New in up mayhem, I kill rappers, break dance

Smile in your face, tryina shake hands, I break hands

Shoot your arms off, dump your body in the wasteland

From Detroit city, they shit over space jams

At the funeral, chill with the preacher, amen

Took steps down from yays, they robbing off the raybans

…chilling in the basements

Jumping fences as soon as they see them raybans

Always wonder why … got mad when I made plans

Rap … I spray they face with ray cans

These local raps don’t even have a game plan

I step in they stoop, turn that…in a gangland

I’m a bruiser bitch, off that dumb shit

And I don’t trust these hoes, oh for dumb bitch

This…they some dumb shit

I knock your head off before you reach that trunk…

[Hook]

Fast life living got me scooping on that shit

Things will never be the same, bruise will be the click I claim

Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang

Balling just to maintain, lucie’s rushing in my brain

Ain’t got no dialer to my name, but put that shit on errythang

Put that shit on errythang, put that shit on errythang.

John Legend Ft. Teyana Taylor – Bliss Lyrics

"John Legend Ft. Teyana Taylor – Bliss" 

"John Legend Ft. Teyana Taylor – Bliss Lyrics"

[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]

Ooh baby, the day you stepped into my world

You noticed I’m the kind of girl who loves her diamonds and white pearls

So tempt me to jetset away in London

To sip on some tea, you surprise me with gifts from Tiffany

Ooh (La la la la la la la la)

I love the way we livin’ boy

But my daddy say, “You don’t need that boy”

So let’s run away, let’s run away

Momma say I’m too young for love

And lovin’ you is all I’m thinkin’ of

My heart tells me that you’re the one

It’s the feeling you give, it is

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]

Pure bliss

Like you’ve got the key to my heart

Simple as a touch and a kiss

Never knew a feeling like this

Pure bliss, pure bliss

Nobody can tear us apart

Baby it’s as good as it gets

(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)

Loving you will never be hard

This is pure bliss

[Verse 2: John Legend]

I remember when the pilot closed the door

Said it’s time for lift off

You said, “What’d you choose me for?”

Don’t ever wonder

Cause you deserve the best

Once you reach the top

You’ll never question why you left

My world is yours

What you waitin’ for?

Let’s run away

Let’s run away

Our friends, say we’re crazy

But we can’t listen baby

They’ve never had it like this

They don’t know what it is

[Hook: John Legend and Teyana Taylor]

Brett Eldredge – Don’t Ya Lyrics

"Brett Eldredge – Don’t Ya" 

"Brett Eldredge – Don’t Ya Lyrics"

Girl you cut those jeans just right

I know you didn’t buy ‘em like that

So baby don’t even try that

You dance, Oh you move

Like there ain’t nobody watchin’

But girl you know i’m watchin’

Don’t lie, you’ve got it all figured out

That smile has got me spinnin’ around

Don’t even try actin’ like it ain’t no thing

Cause I can see you move a little closer, closer

Girl I gotta get to get to know ya, know ya

Everything about ya makes me want ya, want ya

Know what you’re doin baby don’t ya, don’t ya

You’ve been lookin’ over here all night

And When I look, you look away

Oh I love the little games you play

Yea I bet you didn’t mean to brush my hand when you walked by me

Like you didn’t mean to drive me crazy

Don’t lie, you’ve got it all figured out

That smile, has got me spinnin’ around

Don’t even try actin’ like it ain’t no thing

Cause I can see you move a little closer, closer

Girl I gotta get to get to know ya, know ya

Everything about ya makes me want ya, want ya

Know what you’re doin baby don’t ya, don’t ya

Wanna get outta here and let me show ya

How good it would feel to hold ya

Put your pretty little head on my shoulder

Oh yea

Don’t lie, you’ve got it all figured out

That smile got me spinnin’ around

Don’t even try actin’ like it ain’t no thing

No don’t lie, you’ve got it all figured out

Girl that smile has got me spinnin’ around

Don’t even try actin’ like it ain’t no thing

Cause I can see you move a little closer, closer

Girl I gotta get to get to know ya, know ya

Everything about ya makes me want ya, want ya

Know what you’re doin baby don’t ya, don’t ya

Lupe Fiasco – Put Em Up Lyrics

"Lupe Fiasco – Put Em Up" 

"Lupe Fiasco – Put Em Up Lyrics"

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Roscoe Dash:]

[Lupe Fiasco:]

Microphone check, I make em all bounce

Every teller in Bank of America, make em all count

You gone need the whole staff to add up the amount.

It’s gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your house

To keep me in my zone so that I don’t zone out

I’m Rich and Po’ like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc

Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a score’s goal’ed

I don’t rap, I hockey rink cause my flow is so cold

I am on my “mmhmm,” they are on they “Oh, No!”

I am really in here, they ain’t real like Soul Glo

Don’t you know I’m so sho, them n-gga’s got no Glow

Find a master ‘fore you can come back into the dojo

Lupe got his mind right, n-gga this is my mic

And I’ve come to take it all back like Miller High Life

He must not be tied tight, back against the wall,

He will throw a ball, like he playin’ Jai Alai

I’ll do the register, you just get them fries right

I don’t trust America, after watchin’ Zeitgeist

Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger arm

and I’m hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm

And it’s set onto ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.

I ain’t worried ’bout you hoes, I don’t even need to roll

I turn down your ex like how you put your tires on

Once I get these tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on

And ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on

Park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer’s on

You can turn your hydrants on, I’ll just turn my wipers on

Wipe it off then wipe me down but don’t forget about my bomb!

Bow Wow Ft. Gucci Mane – Going Lyrics

"Bow Wow Ft. Gucci Mane – Going" 

"Bow Wow Ft. Gucci Mane – Going Lyrics"

[Hook]

Going, going, going, I’m going, going

Fit the bottles here but the club open

I’ma keep going, going, going, going

Section full of bad bitches in here all these hoes going

They going, they going, they going, they going

Quarter pound of kush in the club so you know a nigga blowing

I’m blowing, I’m blowing, I’m blowing

And this jury got me glowing,

You ain’t going hard like a nigga going

I’m going hard, I’m rollervard

Drive my range dripping out the park

Man don’t ride don’t rub my kill

15 chains that’s over kill

Roxies that’s her drug of choice

Mollies that’s my favorite pill

Home boy just making noise

Gucci Mane been making spills

… like a trampoline, blind long as a limousine

I’m Gucci man, the karma king, your baby mom’s a drama queen

Keep that shit a hundred would you

To just smoked 100 swishers,

Hit the club 100 pictures, that’s for all the married niggas

Mariana diamond dozen, doesn’t look like maserilla

The red bottoms on your bitch, she lost one now she Cinderella

God these labels steady cooling off, brick squad stay they hot as ever

And they 2 years and never kissed her,

I hope that bitch don’t think I dissed her

[Hook]

Going, going, going, I’m going, going

Fit the bottles here but the club open

I’ma keep going, going, going, going

Section full of bad bitches in here all these hoes going

They going, they going, they going, they going

Quarter pound of kush in the club so you know a nigga blowing

I’m blowing, I’m blowing, I’m blowing

And this jury got me glowing,

You ain’t going hard like a nigga going

Walk into the bank, tell them I’m cashing out

Can’t write it on a check too large of it amount

Pull out the rarri, that’s 3 80

I’m riding in the A and I’m stunting crazy, yeah

Got a bad bitch and Shawty stay up in the K

She suck me good and then she count my paper

That fuck you hating niggas cause we shitting on them

Like I can give a fuck cause all the bitches want them

10 promoters, it’s 100 in the show

Who got the weed, light up the drough

My nigga goose and pole him a …

Tennessee how low, I can make this bitch go

My niggas, don’t talk shit, they just aim at your yankee fit

I call her over, I call once, I kick her out and don’t call the bitch

[Hook]

Going, going, going, I’m going, going

Fit the bottles here but the club open

I’ma keep going, going, going, going

Section full of bad bitches in here all these hoes going

They going, they going, they going, they going

Quarter pound of kush in the club so you know a nigga blowing

I’m blowing, I’m blowing, I’m blowing

And this jury got me glowing,

You ain’t going hard like a nigga going

La 15 stacks I blew it all in 19’s

Say she from Memphis and she heading on the mall

I’m in the club with all my jury

And I’m with all my niggas, I don’t need security

Backseat of the phantom and my seat designer

All about getting money and building my empire

Ain’t when you get no money cause the time now

Ask your man bout bow wow nigga, you ain’t bout

I’m from the …they never seen no clean mouse

I send them youngings in your spot

They came to clean your house

This is south side, be … got a mean bounce

Bad bitches in my suit, they got a mean mouth

[Hook]

Going, going, going, I’m going, going

Fit the bottles here but the club open

I’ma keep going, going, going, going

Section full of bad bitches in here all these hoes going

They going, they going, they going, they going

Quarter pound of kush in the club so you know a nigga blowing

I’m blowing, I’m blowing, I’m blowing

And this jury got me glowing,

You ain’t going hard like a nigga going.

Asher Roth – Wrestling Is Fake Lyrics

"Asher Roth – Wrestling Is Fake" 

"Asher Roth – Wrestling Is Fake Lyrics"

Wrestling is fake all, wrestling is fake

Hey how you, play mash rough and the deja-vu

you still wrong so the kind of tabu

so tune the talk talk with a bit of panzu

true, what you’re gonna do

if you don’t know I’m the illest in the room

the cut dawn the trippin on shoes

with the tippy toe flow call the kill the kung fu

beats over the hit

this beat flow think I’m bull street

please ever beat em sweat the technique

me like I’m R Kelly on the belly of the beast

freak can’t scare me

what you gotta stare like a weird have beast

throw us in the air and it’s all about speed

I’ma give a..while I’m take it easy

please, sting is with dad

I’ll be sleep with the need no rap

I can cheat be bro we smoke ash

you’re about lead with the lead mustache

stack that’s what I need I’ve been that all sell on key

go ahead laugh bag your seat of your..when it last in the week

ash and disease to be pass..

if you ask in the past to be pass in the sleep

ask me cheat the answer the heat

you can’t blame me my town to sound beach

fake, piece of cake

excuse me while I clean my play

let me do me I don’t need no hade

I just wanna go hey uptown on cake

bake I’ma day straight love my city P ain’t my stake

hey I’m filly when I wanna get away

hey I’ll be on the first plane I’ll be headed to the bay

wait rock their shoe

the answer ..voodoo so move

left mojo in my favourite suit

get boose when I’m dump when I listen in the..

proof rhythm of the states

wish I had a sponsor ship from hades

in the..in your banks

get us no tag bis this is the shit don’t change

fame is the hell of the drug

in the hotel in the bell of the bug

couldn’t tell fresh bulldogs..

better run go to the bar and settle the club

nope I’ma stay home rock on the ..HBO

the dope show is we don’t know

what’s ..and girls know clothes

’cause I’m freaky hand I’ma love the..since I was little kid

take the..I will never ever love the..of them lips

chips..crash be in the coop

tryin to fix it stay home for school

but the only thing know was..screw it hang with the babes

plus to..came it six grave

..in the same time when I found wrestling it was fake

hey, hey

Lady Gaga Ft. Kendrick Lamar – Cake Like Lady Gaga Lyrics

"Lady Gaga Ft. Kendrick Lamar – Cake Like Lady Gaga" 

"Lady Gaga Ft. Kendrick Lamar – Cake Like Lady Gaga Lyrics"

Lady Gaga:

Standing all day, swag like 100 million

Private plane like Lady Gaga

Sip champagne like Lady Gaga

sold-out show like Lady Gaga

Big bank-roll like Lady Gaga

Iced-our wrist, iced-out chain

I’m deep up in the f*cking game,

Everybody knows my name,

A diamond ring like Lady Gaga

A diamond ring in your face,

f*ck your face, trade bitch

F*ck your life, trade bitch

I’ll hate up and I’ll f*ck your wife

F*ck your life you bitch ass trade

Kendrick Lamar:

I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK

Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK

Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga:

I roll all the good shit,

You rollin’ on that regiebush

I roll like Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga in this bitch

I roll all f*cking day, Donatella on your hoes

Donatella got them clothes,

Donatella bounce for show

Chop her in the chopper, on a way to a sold-out show

Lady Gaga bitch ass trade,

I put that on my Papa Joe, I mock you all across the floor

Snatch a f*cking rebound bitch

In front of paparazzi, singing paparazzi in this bitch

Kendrick Lamar:

I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK

Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK

Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga:

F*ck the world like Lady Gaga

Run the world like Lady Gaga

Phantom pearl like Lady Gaga

Work the swag like Lady Gaga

Twitter on 30 million, under 30 hundred million

30 million fans straight, fanning like my children, chilin’

Act my man, every act, eve about EMI, ask anybody

I’m rich, hommie I got ṗlanning

Watch it down like Lady Gaga

Iced-put crown and … Prada

I son, you son, ask your father

Spell tattoo “I hate your daughter”

Kendrick Lamar:

I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK

Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK

Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga

Cake like Lady Gaga