Chris Travis – Let Down Lyrics

Bands in my pocket but bitch don’t think that I give ’em out
If you try to take it then the squad gon’ come dry yo house
Bitch i’m the man f*ck everybody you talking ’bout
You don’t understand? You can go ahead and walk it out

Ounces ounces ounces yes we smoke up a large amount
p*ssy you don’t even know what’s up in my bank account
Everybody see me everytime I f*cking step out
p*ssy say wassup or you niggas better step down

Bitch it’s the king and i’m on your land now
Money getting longer I got power in my hands now
I just might put it all away for my grandchild
With the bands on I don’t f*ck with no grams now

p*ssy niggas talking they just mad that they let down

Bat to his face got him feeling all depressed now
Niggas think they hard but they softer than a reptile
Bitch i’m a lion i’ll eat your f*cking flesh out

I was born like this you can check my DNA
They said I was a monster then I stepped into the game
These niggas do not want it I promise that on my name
Since I been getting money I just watch my life change

Don’t throw money at hoes cause I’d rather eat and save
f*ck the strip club, rather smoke weed at my place
If you ain’t bout no money get the f*ck out of the way
If you ain’t bout no money get the f*ck out of my face

Chris Travis – I Need You Lyrics

[Intro]
Shorty tell me what's ur name and what city you claim

[Verse 1]
Shorty tell me what's your name and what city you claim
I'm from the southside it's just me, my slang
Seen you on Twitter, but I didn't know your name
See you in public now I recognize your face
Recognize my ways as you ride out my wave
Your nigga so lame girl I swear that's a shame
All I do is get money nigga you should do same
In this f*cked up world I just stay in my lane
We can roam the streets then you can crash at my place
We can just get drunk and watch the moon over the stage

I'ma soon get rich and get a nice real estate
Right now i'm just living taking life day by day

[Hook]
I need you, do you need me (x8)
I need you
Baby I need you, do you need me?
Baby I need you
Baby I need you, do you need me?

[Verse 2]
Water by the jug
Young Kenshin done showed up
Women show me love cause they know I done growed up
f*ck handshakes, niggas acting like they us
Girls looking, staring yea bitch i'm famous oh so what
That don't mean shit
You can still get the dick
Still the same nigga that you done believed in bitch

Chris Travis – Take You Home Lyrics

[Verse]
Girl I could take you home, tell me whatchu wanna do
Can I be your nigga damn, tell me what I gotta do
Think of all these hoes, they don’t love, they don’t f*ck with you
Think of all these people tryna tell me what the f*ck to do
Bitch get your mind right I do whatever I want to
Yeah I left a bitch ’cause she couldn’t do what I wanted her to
But this ain’t about you this ’bout my other bitches too
They can all vouch for me I grew from my history
Girl I could take you home, tell me whatchu wanna do
Can I be your nigga damn, tell me what I gotta do

Think of all these hoes, they don’t love, they don’t f*ck with you
Think of all these people tryna tell me what the f*ck to do
Girl I could take you home, tell me whatchu wanna do
Can I be your nigga damn, tell me what I gotta do
Think of all these hoes, they don’t love, they don’t f*ck with you
Think of all these people tryna tell me what the f*ck to do
Girl I could take you home, tell me whatchu wanna do
Can I be your nigga damn, tell me what I gotta do
Baby tell me what I gotta do

Chris Travis – Hotel Room Service Lyrics

[Intro]
Know what I'm sayin' I just came, know what I'm saying
From my city know what I'm saying, Memphis Tennesse
Just coming down you feel me know what I'm sayin'
(Meet me at my hotel)
Me and all my niggas baby we in this bitch
Know what I'm sayin' you can come back with us, you feel me
(Meet me at my hotel)
It's nothing shawty know what I'm saying, I'm in this motherf*cker know what I'm sayin' very steezed out
(Meet me at my hotel)
Know what I'm sayin' niggas gonn' hate on me, bitch ion give no f*ck nigga know what I'm sayin' you heard me first bitch
(Meet me at my hotel)
Know what I'm sayin' I'm out here know what I'm sayin' doing my motherf*cking thang nigga

(Meet me at my hotel)
Water Boys nigga ENT nigga

[Verse]
I try the unusual, yeah that's seducing ya
I know that we texting I just wanna see some news from ya
Doing pharmaceuticals, baby what's the usual?
I ain't even choosing up, drinking now loosen up
I wanna stay true to ya, I know that I'm new to ya
I ain't like the other niggas I know what to do with ya
Come over to my hotel baby I'm persuing ya
Here, have a drank, let me put something into ya
[Outro]
Meet me at my hotel
Meet me at my hotel
Meet me at my hotel

Chris Travis – Eternal Pits Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah Just me(x12)
Aye Water Boyz Entertainment Aye
Fall asleep to this shit nigga
Aye, this that shit we dream bout
Aye

Blow it, never show it
Money on me, never throw it
Bitch you see me always loaded
Every hour somewhere blowin
Cross the states bitch i’m floatin
In your city catch me coastin
Leave a bad bitch soakin
Leave a bitch nigga hopeless
In the sky with the fishes
In the water with the bitches
Boy they call me young Kenshin
Leave your heart in your kitchen

Bitch don’t start why you trippin’ we gon’ be there in a minute
Making money and i’m living bitch I do this for a living
Bitch I do this for my city, for the kids f*cking with me
For the niggas bumpin 50, hair tied looking mini
Baptized up in Fiji, man your water you can’t see me
Y’all niggas wanna be me cause I make it look easy
But, bitch i’m so greedy, know this shit make you sleepy
Fall asleep to this shit than fall into eternal pits
Fall into eternal pits

Crew Cuervos – Hemos Matado A Carrie Lyrics

[Letra de "Hemos Matado a Carrie"]

[Coro]
Se ha escondido Carrie, ¿dónde está?
Tenemos que encontrarla para hacer buen rap
Vamos sal que te vamos a dar
Besitos y caricias hasta no poder más
No tengas miedo, no corras más
Sabes que al final te vamos a alcanzar
Decidimos sacar lo mejor en el rap
Carrie, te tenemos que matar

[Verso 1: Chakal]
Oh acércate, guapa no tengas reparo
Ven conmigo tira desata nuestro descaro
Has llegado a un punto sin retorno
Atapiada con encajes, sado y cuero como una actriz porno
Así me vuelves loco
Pero me temo que tengo que acabar contigo y partir el baremo
Héroes y villanos ya luchamos por usar tu fuego como arma
Para el nuevo episodio que nos aguarda

[Verso 2: Isaac]
¿Por qué fuiste tan perfecta, coño?
Ahora toca hacerte daño
Después de dos años, de esclavo
En el micro no hay fallos
Crew Cuervos tiene a Carrie en el baño
Atada de una cañería cuelga al revés
Con una pluma la acaricio los pies
Consigo lo que busco hacer si la doy placer
Aunque la va a palmar del gusto si se vuelve a correr
[Verso 3: Tráfik]
Eh, ey hemos matado a Carrie
La pille en pelotas en casa jugando al Larry
Copiando el cara fea de Scream
Tuve que ponerle fin de un corte preciso y ruin, como una tarjeta SIM
Miedo me da lo que pueda pasar cuando salgan en banda y despierten el rap
Después de mi crew, podrás ver la luz
Hoy los cuervos regresan más fuertes que Hulk

[Verso 4: Zatu]
Cierra el grifo Rafa, sólo hay cicatrices
Esnifo espidifén en las gafas del rey Stephen
Me rifo entre un cuchillo y gas mostaza, chacho
Sexo en Nueva York, pues yo mataba a Carrie Bradshaw
Están criando malvas, vaya don de palmar, mal van
No, ¿conoces a Brian de Palma?
Si ya cagaban suelto con el Muesly
Yo he matado a Carrie, he matado a Bruce Lee

[Coro]
Se ha escondido Carrie, ¿dónde está?
Tenemos que encontrarla para hacer buen rap
Vamos sal que te vamos a dar
Besitos y caricias hasta no poder más
No tengas miedo, no corras más
Sabes que al final te vamos a alcanzar
Decidimos sacar lo mejor en el rap
Carrie, te tenemos que matar
[Verso 5: Seih]
Hay mechones de pelo en el suelo y un charco de letras
Carrie dónde estás, no te escondas, ven ya
Tenemos preparada una fiesta con globos, orquesta
Tú de piñata y una ballesta
Esta vez las dos tres van a apostar
A vender tu flow como una niña de papá
Te ha llamado Torbe pidiéndote para un vídeo
El primer bukkake del Hip Hop con Carrie dijo

[Verso 6: Jompy]
Y me dijo que no la matara y que no lo contara
Y que se cambia la cara por otra y se va del país
Que se pone paquete si quiero y se hace nuevo en DNI
Cambiándose el nombre de Carrie pa' llamarse José Luis
Pero no puedo, y aunque haga de bueno te odio
Estuve un año entero rellenando folios sin poder dormir
Pensando en ti como tu novio y ahora tengo que matarte encima del mismo escritorio

[Verso 7: Pekeño]
Yo, la pobre Carrie yace en una puta fosa muerta aparte
Héroes y Villanos nacen, siembran la duda en tu parque
Ya es una vivencia porque buenos y malos al lío
Cuerpo frío de esa jovencita en brazos míos
La dolió tío, el miedo me persigue pero sonrío
Confío, nadie va a encontrarla y está sombrío
Eh tío, crecen mil villanos será que es frío
Lógicamente perfecto, así es como mi crew tío
[Verso 8: Bodas]
No quiero hacerlo pero tengo que matarte
Aparte, nunca fueron buenas las segundas partes, Carrie
Tumbarte en mi regazo y azotarte
Hoy lo cambio por las veces que sólo quería besarte
¿amarte? no, fue lo que trastornó mi vida
Son tus actos los causantes de esta mente retorcida
De esta sala no hay salida
Sólo cuervos que castigan
Se divierten con tu cuerpo y echan sal en tus heridas

[Coro]
Se ha escondido Carrie, ¿dónde está?
Tenemos que encontrarla para hacer buen rap
Vamos sal que te vamos a dar
Besitos y caricias hasta no poder más
No tengas miedo, no corras más
Sabes que al final te vamos a alcanzar
Decidimos sacar lo mejor en el rap
Carrie, te tenemos que matar

[Verso 9: Ferrán MDE]
Ey ey, Bodas, Bodas, ya basta, ya basta chicos, ey, calma
Yo, ya es suficiente chicos creo que esto es demasiado
Hemos hecho de Carrie un grito muy molesto y extasiado
Si pitan sus oídos al pisar mi ámbito
Es porque se acoplan nuestros picotazos inalámbricos
C U E R V O S, temporal la temporal mi nube te ofrece
La élite que hizo volar a la élite que metió al rap
El trueno que no apareció en el satélite Meteosat

[Verso 10: Nasho]
Volvieron los bravos, con flows de mil grados
Y os damos, no son pavos los cuervos son soldados del rap
Pringados estamos destinados a estar
Carrie se fue y ahora volvemos con más rap
Así que shut up, se acabó la tregua
Declaración de guerra al que la quiera
Tenemos CDs por España entera
Y un disco nuevo que es la cementera
Pa' tu industria paquetera, bah que pena, vais a sufrir tela

[Verso 11: Rayden]
Fue bonito mientras que duró corazón pero, (se acabó)
Lo que nos unió a ti y a mí entre tú y yo
Como Sabina quise hacer la canción más bonita
Pero niña contigo haré la saga de Saw
Si puedes corre, no te escaparás, no
Si quieres gritar chica mira quién te escuchará
Prefieres dinamita, una marmita de agua fecal
O hecha trizas con tiza trazando tu frío final

[Outro]
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Verás su luz
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Al final del túnel o donde te envíe
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
[?]
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Carrie, quiere morirse

Wiz Khalifa – Millions Lyrics (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Never gon’ fall on my job
I’ma always go real real hard
Never gon’ turn on my dogs
Everything I do for me and my squad
Shorty keep calling my phone
Thinking I want her but we don’t get along
Papers or out of a bong
Everything I smoke real real strong
I don’t get regular dome
Come to my crib, that’s a real big home
I don’t do nothing but cones
Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
I’m in the building
I’m with the millions
More than a little bit
I’m rolling more than a little bit bro

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I did a real big show
I made a lil bit of growth
Young but I still get dough
My niggas still kick doors
Y’all niggas still rеnt yours
My shit is all paid for
Hop in the car, take off
Get a nеw broad, smash off
I just got all cash, dog
I’m rich and they cut me a paycheck
Came straight to the top from the basement
My time is money, got ’em wasted
I roll the weed up and she taste it
You prolly end up where my place is
Pulled up with a bag full of faces
Full of faces
Full of faces
Now she look in amazement

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Never gon’ fall on my job
I’ma always go real real hard
Never gon’ turn on my dogs
Everything I do for me and my squad
Shorty keep calling my phone
Thinking I want her but we don’t get along
Papers or out of a bong
Everything I smoke real real strong
I don’t get regular dome
Come to my crib, that’s a real big home
I don’t do nothing but cones
Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
I’m in the building
I’m with the millions
More than a little bit

I’m rolling more than a little bit bro

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Yeah, I know the Hills feel good
But so what, I’m still real hood
She told me the pill still good
You don’t have to squeal, it feels good, yeah
Adderall pills feel good, yeah
I know they would kill for a bill, yeah
Made a couple million off the deal, yeah
But I’m still in my hood, yeah
Drop top coup in my hood, yeah
I get money, I’m good, yeah
I break hearts but I’m in love, yeah
Superbad like McLovin
I’m so good at switching subjects
I count up and make ’em upset
Purple check, I pour more Perc’s, yeah
Purple drink, got syrup on deck
And everything that I said, you probably don’t care
I’m only thinking about you ’cause you’re not here
And I came in a Lamborghini, it ain’t fair
Amiri jeans, prolly got a hundred damn pairs
Hoodie on, trust me it’s a nightmare
Put a bullet on his ass ’cause I don’t fight fair
Putting on my glove, feelin’ like Mike, yeah

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Never gon’ fall on my job
I’ma always go real real hard
Never gon’ turn on my dogs
Everything I do for me and my squad
Shorty keep calling my phone
Thinking I want her but we don’t get along
Papers or out of a bong
Everything I smoke real real strong
I don’t get regular dome
Come to my crib, that’s a real big home
I don’t do nothing but cones
Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
I’m in the building
I’m with the millions
More than a little bit
I’m rolling more than a little bit bro

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Chris Travis – Smoke That Shit Lyrics

[Hook]
I just smoked a sack, got it back, then I roll it back
I just copped that pack of that fire, we aren't needing that
Bitch I'm moving fast, blowin' gas, tryin' to make it last
Hammer dance, if a nigga want it he can get the hands

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm f*cking posted, smokin', toasted with the heater rollin'
Bet I get that heater if a nigga ever f*ck me over
Niggas think they cold, red nose, bitch you on that coke
Catch me cross the globe f*ckin' hoes I don't even know

Niggas wanna act tough, p*ssy nigga play the role
I leave you here, oh yeah, story never told
Flow change up damn near every f*cking song
God I have your bitch ringin' back like a ringtone
All these little niggas won't never feel my songs
All these bitch niggas gon' hate when they see you grown
Bitch call me Kyle 'cause I murder niggas never home

Say she wanna f*ck and she brought her damn friend along

[Hook]
I just smoked a sack, got it back, then I roll it back
I just copped that pack of that fire, we aren't needing that
Bitch I'm moving fast, blowin' gas, tryin' to make it last
Hammer dance, if a nigga want it he can get the hands
[Verse 2]
I'm forever, son, you not
Waterboyz forever hot
Burning up your f*cking spot
Like a nigga smoking pot
You can die up on the spot
f*ck a tweet, I'm at your spot
This shit go for any nigga that just got a f*ckin' problem

[Hook]
I just smoked a sack, got it back, then I roll it back
I just copped that pack of that fire, we aren't needing that
Bitch I'm moving fast, blowin' gas, tryin' to make it last
Hammer dance, if a nigga want it he can get the hands

Chris Travis – Tonight Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember days when we got paid
Middle school, shootin dice
Thuggin in the eighth-grade
Lied about free lunch so I got it every day
Niggas said that I changed since I moved up mane
Been the same since the game
Switched up when I came
Hit the lanes then I bang my hits
Not a shame
You a lame and a drain
Washed up with a name
Yeah I really feel the pain when they talk about you mane
You the troop, boy salute
Ain’t nothing left the to prove
You the greatest and they hatin
Why they wanna take your food?
Boy these other niggas fu
Keep your eyes on your loot
Keep your hands on your girl and a nigga that’ll shoot
Cause these niggas will intrude, if they have a feelin to
Sometimes you gotta do what the f*ck you gotta do
Don’t move hands down and the heart turned blue
Fire out arms up as we play this interlude bitch

[Interlude: Phil Collins “In The Air” playing]

[Verse 2]
Now I gotta get it
I gotta get to the cake though
Niggas keep rapping and snitchin until the case closed
Bitch I’m out here workin Im tryna get to the pesos
Memphis young nigga
We comin up bout to explode
Hit me on my line
She tryna meet at the Citgo
I don’t got no time the city really lit though
Yeah she looking fine and yeah she’s so thick, oh
I don’t waste time you know it keep ticking hoe
Wake up bitch
I’m smokin up every mornin
By the time that you yawnin, I’m goin straight to the hundreds
By the time that you joggin, I’m probably sittin in a office
Rollin up fat blunts just thinking bout the profits
And she don’t do this often
I know these hoes be lying
And she tryna intervene
Hold up, shawty rewind
Hold up, nigga recline up out my f*ckin seat
You can’t ever sit here
Boy this shit for a king nigga

[Outro: Phil Collins “In The Air” playing to fade]

Chris Travis – Put ’em Up Lyrics

[Hook]
They be like them niggas coming through
Nigga put em up
Try me and I stabilize your crew
Take your f*ckin stuff
I don't try to rap tough
I don't try to act tough
But bet you when it's time I'll leave you on your back bruh

[Verse]
East Memphis side where we smoking blow them stacks up
If you front me something then you won't get it back bruh
p*ssy lil niggas think they on
Where ya at bruh?
Tell the bitch to take her ass home after sex bruh
Call from my brother at my home man I miss him
Call from a bitch I met along in the district
Ain't no comparin me cause everything is different
So tell your favorite rapper he can keep his f*ckin distance
Hit me on my line if you tryin to make a living

Waterboyz ENT burning up the ceiling
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser like I'm Big Krit
Yeah the south risin and I'm hailin from Memphis
Get you if you ever talkin down on my city
We the reason why the rap game where it is bitch
Said I'm a lost soul cause I ain't got no feelings
Smoked so many blunts shawty I don't even feel shit
That shit nigga, Waterboyz ENT

[Hook]
They be like them niggas coming through
Nigga put em up
Try me and I stabilize your crew
Take your f*ckin stuff
I don't try to rap tough
I don't try to act tough
But bet you when it's time I'll leave you on your back bruh

Chris Travis – Shawty Wanna Lyrics

[Intro]
Water Boys

[Hook]
Shawty wanna hop up in my whip so we can roll out
I don’t think she f*cking so I’m like hold up woah now
But I know she is cause I got that control now
Look her in the eyes then I just snatch her soul out
(x2)

[Verse]
Every time drop a new tape they like woah now
Kenshin you the hottest in the game I’m like oh yeah
You know where you from and where you came that’s for sure now

Is you gonna remember my name I’m like oh yeah
See me living life and switching lanes in a Cobra
Smoking Backwoods until I’m drained that’s for sure yeah
Hit the show and we gon’ make them say that was the goal yeah
Hit the bank I know the teller and ah she like oh yeah

[Hook]

[Fade Out]

Chris Travis – Till The Day Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People talk about me but bitch I don't give a f*ck
I'm sitting count money, trying to find a bitch to lust
Pull up on your girlfriend in a tour bus
Pull up with her best friend in her moma Porsche
Damn, I'm so hot I call myself a walking torch
Catch me every friday smoking weed on the porch
Young king, bitch I eat with hundred dollar forks
Pure grape vines wrapped around my f*cking fork
Big blunt smoking, bitch we about to go aboard
I wake up every day and feel paid, thank the lord
Everything I got on, bitch you probably can't afford
But everything I got on made by me but ain't in stores

[Hook]
Damn, I can't wait to get me an accountant
Till the damn day I'm stacking money and I'm counting
Till the damn day I'm with my niggas and we lounging

Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy
Damn, I can't wait to get me an accountant
Till the damn day I'm stacking money and I'm counting
Till the damn day I'm with my niggas and we lounging
Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy

[Verse 2]
Young Kenshin Travis bitch I'm wet like fish pores
I dive in the sea and I kill to the shores
They try to bite me, but bitch I won't ever budge
I will terrorize you like your ass on The Grudge
Damn, why they talking down like I give a f*ck?
I don't wish shit on a man, but good luck
Show me my opponent bet he'll leave with missing guts
Bitch, I'm a lion and I don't f*ck with scrubs
Bitch

Grandpaboy – Footsteps Lyrics

They bought me a suit
Gave me fifty dollars
Gone today, I'll be here tomorrow
Need a leap of faith, or a jump of stupid
Either way, don't know what I'm doing

Time, in time
You hear my footsteps
Time, time
Baby, hear my footsteps

Well, it's heads, I win
Tails, we flip again
I bluffed and lost
Hated, so they win
Asking you, smile for the people
Just passing through the eye of a needle

Time, in time
You'll hear my footsteps
Time, time
In time, you'll hear my footsteps

Walk a thousand feet
I'm so afraid to be free
Won't wait for a girl
Honey you're mistaken
Weight of the world
Leave my shoulders aching
Every night it's gone
Ain't sure what I had
I'm gonna clap for myself
Think with my hands
A leap of faith or a jump of stupid
Either way, don't know what I'm doing
If you follow me around
With a tape recorder
I'm sure you'll get a load of footsteps

Feel my footsteps
Footsteps
Footsteps

Masacre – Ola De Violencia Lyrics

Matanzas campesinas
Intimidación asesina
Brutal masacre

Hurto de sus tierras
Arrebato de sus vidas
Por militares, guerrilleros
Paramilitares o gobiernos matan

Paramilitares o gobiernos matan
Mientras el pueblo sigue muriendo
Muere, muere, muere

Impresionante ritual, de muerte macabra
Acallar para vivir, hablarás para morir?

Tricolor húmedo y podrido, cielos y mares, riquezas y
Monedas
Envueltas en un lodo bañadas de sangre

Matanzas campesinas
Fusilamiento a la patria

Ola de violencia, sacude la patria
Ola de violencia, sacude la patria

Queda demostrado
Ni en la fosa misma
El sueño prometido de paz
Es seguro o profundo

Annie Cordy – Quand Le Batiment Va Lyrics

Une pierre sur une pierre
Ça fait pas grand chose
Une pierre sur deux pierres
Ça peut faire un p'tit banc
Une pierre sur trois pierres
Quand on les superpose
Ça fait l'début de tout un bâtiment
Oui vraiment
Une bouteille de vin blanc
Quelques sacs de ciment
Pour faire marcher tout ça
Un bon coup d'huile de bras
Eh ! Les gars !

Quand le bâtiment va, tout va, tout va
On entend chanter les villes et les campagnes
Quand le bâtiment va, tout va, tout va
Partout y a d'la joie quand le bâtiment va

Un p'tit morceau d'bois
C'est une étagère
Deux p'tits morceaux d'bois
Ça peut faire un palier
Trois p'tits morceaux d'bois
Pour peu qu'on sache y faire
Nous voilà bons pour tout un escalier
Hop ! Ca y est !
Un marteau, quelques clous, un rabot
Et surtout pour faire marcher tout ça
Beaucoup d'huile de bras
Eh ! Les gars !
Quand le bâtiment va, tout va, tout va
On entend chanter les villes et les campagnes
Quand le bâtiment va, tout va, tout va
Partout y a d'la joie quand le bâtiment va

Eh ! Les gars ! Eh ! Les gars !

[Un p'tit coup d'pinceau
Ça n'vous fait qu'une touche
Deux p'tits coups d'pinceau
Ça fait un Picasso
Cinq mille coups d'pinceau
Ça fait une si belle couche
Que la maison reluit de bas en haut
Au boulot
Du blanc pour le plafond
Une échelle, une chanson
Pour faire marcher tout ça
Un bon coup d'huile de bras
Eh ! Les gars !]

Une tuile sur une tuile
C'est vraiment peu de chose
Une tuile sur vingt tuiles
C'est le début d'un toit
Mais quand sur ces tuiles
Un p'tit drapeau se pose
On peut se dire qu'on s'ra bientôt chez soi
Croyez-moi
Après le gaz et l'eau
Une femme et un marmot
Pour faire marcher tout ça
Faut encore d'l'huile de bras
Eh ! Les gars !
Quand le bâtiment va, tout va, tout va
On entend chanter les villes et les campagnes
Quand le bâtiment va, tout va, tout va
Partout y a d'la joie
Partout y a d'la joie
Partout y a d'la joie quand le bâtiment va

Perry Como – Chincherinchee Lyrics

Where the jungle trees are tall
Grows a flower sweet to see
It’s a purdy flower they call "Chincherinchee!"

There a boy sang all day long
To a maiden tenderly
And he called her in his song "Chincherinchee!"

While the tom toms played
He sang his serenade
In the moonlight:
"Sweet Chincherinchee, you’re divine,
Sweet Chincherinchee say you’re mine!
Say you’ll be mine my whole life through!
Sweet Chincherinchee, I love you!"

Everyone will agree
She’s as sweet as can be
She’s so kissable and caress-able "Chincherinchee!"

Everybody can see
How exciting is she
She’s embraceable, irreplaceable "Chincherinchee!"

While the tom toms played
He sang his serenade…

[instrumental verse]

Every night they used to meet
By a tall banyan tree
Where he sang his heart to sweet "Chincherinchee!"

While the tom toms played
He sang his serenade
In the moonlight:
"Sweet Chincherinchee, you’re divine,
Sweet Chincherinchee say you’re mine!
Say you’ll be mine my whole life through!
Sweet Chincherinchee, I love you!"

"Sweet Chincherinchee, you’re divine,
Sweet Chincherinchee say you’re mine!
Say you’ll be mine my whole life through!
Sweet Chincherinchee, I love you!"

Chris Travis – On Ice Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m walking round with bands in my pocket
That’s no lie
I lift up like a rocket
On the ground to the sky
See me and my niggas
We be flexin you know why
Don’t ever let the flexin thinkin you could try my guys

Bitch we fully loaded
And we ain’t afraid to die
And bitch that ain’t gone happen
Cause our head to the sky

See these bitches f*ckin
Cause we already know why

They see these niggas lookin
Waterboyz on the ice

[Verse]
Ima pull up to her house
I’m waitin on her to come out
Her diamonds glisten up and sprout
I smoke the bag up by the ounce
I lead the world
You lead the town
You think you hot
I cool you down
I got some money
Bought some rounds
Now bitch I’m bout to lay it down

[Hook]

Chris Travis – Pain Felt Lyrics

I see them laughing and joking but I don’t play around
White creases, white tees, the angel’s in your town
Lay my hand on my head as I feel her soul
I feel the pain though it’s burning black like some coal
She wanna be famous so I’ma make it go
I’m not to call for the reconstruction of these hoes
I make them fall if they never standing on they toes
You niggas lost I can’t tell if you a friend or foe

I be the boss I don’t lose sleep or my hope
And I will fall before I ever let you glow
I make it Fall, Spring, Winter, I’ma make it snow
Now watch the global warming when the heat wave approach

They come up to me like Chris you know you do the most
I ran the whole damn planet out this universe
And every earthquake is another verse
And every hurricane wash away your whole turf

Bitch I’m thugging with my niggas from my own clique
And they all bosses too they got they own shit
And if a nigga f*cking test me he gon get his
And these bitches wanna say just come over the hill

Boy you niggas ain’t for real, shit
Blood, sweat and tears I ain’t even touched a mill
Got a smooth ass flow probably give your bitch the chills
It’s so motherf*cking gifted but it’s deadly so it kills
And it’s no comparing it cuz it will splatter shit
I’m a motherf*cking dragon, backwood ashing bitch
f*ck you niggas talking bout, put them in a slaughter house
I will f*cking beat you shattered then drag your body out
I’m a motherf*cking monster what the f*ck I’m talking bout
Since some things take control and won’t ever make it out
I’m sorry mama…

Chris Travis – Love This Shit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m riding with the roof goin’ off
All black coupe – make her take her shoes off
I took my [?] watch the [?] in my hood
Take your bitch to the back
To the neck of my woods, see
They don’t understand cause I’m misunderstoodin’
I can do the things that you really wish you couldn’t
I can make your days turn good from the bullshit
Waterboyz clique get your ass in the pool pit
I’m still a nigga and I’m running with the cool shit
I don’t gotta rap – I can kill em’ with the smooth shit
Niggas too high sitting down watch me do this
Niggas buy my old shit and they buy my new shit
p*ssy nigga froze from the thought of my movement
Knew I had potential but a nigga didn’t so shit
Knew she wanna f*ck when she said whatchu doing
Cause all these bitches know that I don’t really do shit

[Bridge]
I sit in my room, smoke blunts all day

Music on blare with the bass on, mane
Nigga why you mad fix your face up, mane
Just made it bad but I need more, mane
Just made it bad but I need more, mane
Music on blare with the bass on, mane
Nigga why you mad fix your face up, mane

[Verse 2]
Still doing big I still gotta couple hundred
Still with the same clique getting bigger since the summer
Still on a f*cking coma so nigga gonna run up
I ain’t got nothing to lose get your ass to the sun up
You can get picked up by a f*cking tow truck
Stay in your lane bitch I don’t really know ya’
All my niggas in the M promise I’ma show love
Make sure world wide everyone know us
And if they don’t then f*ck em bitch
And if they hatin’ then they love this shit
And if they don’t then f*ck em bitch
And if they hatin’ then they love this shit

Puss

Chris Travis – Black Rocks Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ion ever wanna hear you say a nigga name
f*ck light
I'ma let the dark reign
f*ck nights
You ain't never felt my pain
But these lame ass nigga's always steppin' in my lane
Still the same young nigga
Dick hang no chains
So you ain't gon take shit from me bitch
Finna left em dead
Bitch I'm right here
Standin' to till my blunt not lit
See a nigga slidin'
Doin' 80 on horizons
80 blunts and I hold up
Man my life timeless
Yes you rewind it
Yes you hypnotize shit
Baby come ride this, if you about it
I'mma hurt'cha body, don't tell nobody

I'm somebody, nigga's look up to
Even rat nigga's, that you look up to
Knowing what he up to, knowing I'm

[Hook]
She done hit me up right?
She wanna f*ck right?
She gimmie head like
Bed bug bites
She hit me up right?
She wanna f*ck right?
She gimmie head like
Bed bug bites
[Verse 2]
She know
I'm forever hot
I'm so on fire like the block
I know, what I get and I got so
Better take in what you got
She know I'm hot like the block
I'm so on fire black rocks
I know what she want and she got
So better take in what you got

Chris Travis – Say Nomo Lyrics

[Hook]
Bitch you cannot play me
See right through like you HD
Better keep that shit off safety cause that nigga really crazy
Tell that bitch to pay me if she ever tryna rape me
If you ever try to book me I’ma need eighty eighty’s
A million bitches favors
Hundred blunts and some razors
And its never for the shave
Shit you scared to the pavement
Niggas think they crazy till they found somewhere vacant
You a mothaf*ckin mystery found in the papers

[Verse]
Kenshin f*ckin Travis runnin shit like the government
Middle fingers to the governors
They on some other shit

Bitch I’m out her livin but it’s niggas out her strugglin
Why the f*ck they throwing shade?
Cause a nigga hustlin
Give yo boy the ball and I bet that bitch gon fumble it
Deep inside her walls
All up in her stomach bitch
Yes I’m off the wall like I got a Vans sponsorship
Bitch I am a dog
I don’t think that you want this shit
Bitch I never fall
In the sky like a Raven bitch
Try to f*ck me off
Better go and say a prayer quick
Boy I make no calls
I don’t never gotta state the shit
Tell him call it off
That’s a never
I ain’t saving bitch

[Hook]

Anne Soldaat – Pillow Talk Lyrics

tomorrow is everything and today we best forget
we shine a light, to find our way and we lay our heads to rest
we’re just waiting for the sun
from pillowtalk to pillowdream as we ramble on and on

my troubles are diluted, they’re like poison in a sea
that don’t mean the problem’s solved, it just means they can’t hurt me

baby-love you’re all I need
I’ve been loving you and happy too from the day we met
but it’s hard to know your man when his mouth is shut
so I’m never sure just what goes on inside your head

too bad I’m just not equipped to cope with modern strain
why don’t we live inside the woods and we shower in the rain

’cause a nature boy I am
but nature boys, they are like toys in the hands of modern man

baby-blue, you’re all I need
and I want you near so many times, but you’re not there
sure you need your time to create
but every song just takes so long and it’s getting late

tomorrow, it don’t mean a thing and today we best forget
changing moods from day to day, as we live inside our head

we’re just waiting for the sun
from pillowtalk to pillow dreams, as we ramble on and on

Yung Gravy – Whole Foods Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Wait, that ain't me?
You're tellin' me that-, that that ain't me? That's, sheesh
(bbno$)

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
All them freaky hoes shop at Whole Foods (Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Gravy got a new go-to (Go-to)
Yeah, that vegan ass on some whole new shit, baby
I be posted with them freaks at Whole Foods (At Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Them granola hoes ain't got no rules (No rules)
Feelin' healthy layin' pipe at Whole Foods

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Gravy walk up in it, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat (Woo)
I walk up to the counter, lady, heard y'all got some heat (Some heat)
Shawty lookin' at me like she heard I got some meat (Meat)
Shit, baby, what's up with it? Heard y'all got some freaks

[Verse 2: bbno$]
If the freaks in aisle four
Well, I guess I'm gon' pour (Whoa)
Ten percent off bad bitches? Damn, I love this store
I bought that girl a quinoa salad
She said I need to clean my palate
I bought myself a vegan patty
I need that green 'cause I'm an addict
I never cap it
[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Goin' shoppin' in a peacoat (In a peacoat)
Eatin' gluten-free Doritos (Doritos)
With a gluten-free freak ho (Freak ho)
Ayy, I'm touchin' butts like I'm Nemo

[Verse 4: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
She be lactose intolerant, yeah, it's kinda botherin'
It's funny how our GMO dicks kept them hollering

Baby, what's your diet, huh? You should do some modellin'
(Um, drinkin' beer and eatin' p*ssy) Nice

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
All them freaky hoes shop at Whole Foods (Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Gravy got a new go-to (Go-to)
Yeah, that vegan ass on some whole new shit, baby (Ayy, ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I be posted with them freaks at Whole Foods (At Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Them granola hoes ain't got no rules (No rules)
Feelin' healthy layin' pipe at Whole Foods

[Verse 5: bbno$]
You know she got that smart pop, good brain
Oh, you want Chicago mix?
Coke with the sugar cane
No iceberg, only romaine
Woo, can't drink Minute Maid
Lady, I'm a minute mane
She only eatin' zero-grain
Wait, how you thick?
[Verse 6: Yung Gravy]
You look like you eat bologna sandwiches for breakfast (Goddamn)
I'm like Whole Foods produce, I'm the freshest (Fresh, baby)
She ain't got a cellphone, had to leave a message
She ain't had kombucha yet, so she gettin' aggressive

[Verse 7: Yung Gravy & bbno$]
"Girl, you do pottery?" Oh, I love astrology
I get too much brain, baby, I need a lobotomy
Put that light up, salt rock, red meat, cock-block
Hot dog, soya based, wheat grass, dry plate
f*ck your groceries, f*ck your groceries
f*ck your groceries, f*ck your groceries, huh
We supposed to be f*ckin' groceries
Let's have a f*ckin' baby at the grocery store

Lil’ Duke – Get In My Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
Now let me get in my bag
I'm stompin' my foot on the gas
Suckin' my dick and she gag
Screamin' and callin' me dad
I hate lames with a motherf*ckin' passion
On a highway in them foreigns
Doin' a hunnid and we smash it

[Verse 1]
Coutryboy comin' we taxin'
I'ma stay turned to the max
I used to sit on the packs
[?] we was sippin' on Act'
Rich nigga shit and we don't eat that green
She in the studio, eatin' on beans
[?] so fast and we live so relentless
I keep some racks on me like I play tennis
And I've got shooters in Dallas
Ballin' like Dirk, I'ma motherf*cking Maveric
I got a tip for you, stay your ass right out that motherf*ckin' alley
Leave your ass flat like a palette, Channel, I might do the balance
Foreign, cocaine, automatic
These niggas don't want no static
Dressin' in black like a Uber man
Act like a killer, than prove it then
Totin' that gun, better use it then
Shot and a shot back I shoot again
You don't know the [?]
Keep buyin' my bitches purses
Naggin' type bitches the worst
Maybach, I'm closing the curtain
[Chorus]
Now let me get in my bag
I'm stompin' my foot on the gas
Suckin' my dick and she gag
Screamin' and callin' me dad

I hate lames with a motherf*ckin' passion
On a highway in them foreigns
Doin' a hunnid and we smash it

[Verse 2]
I drop the ten reversed
I'm speakin' facts and it's worth it
Hoe done got caught and hurtin'
These niggas softer than [?]
Tryin'a run my rack into million
Just in my dreams and motherf*ckin' feelings
We don't intend to lose
Came to the show in a motherf*ckin' Bentley coupe
Better not play we get rid of you
Know I'ma make it and I got to [?]
I'm tryin'a do no more like that boy didn't do
I'm a bad boy and I need a bad girl
Give her the diamonds, I give her the world
Give her the dick, she wanna have my lil girl
Tote my bitch up, put her in Chanel
All these racks got my motherf*ckin' back ache
Bad bitch with me, now ask Ciera she know that
And they love me and my bag
My bitch keep flexin' and braggin'
I wrote my music with passion
We at the bank and we laughin'
[Chorus]
Now let me get in my bag
I'm stompin' my foot on the gas
Suckin' my dick and she gag
Screamin' and callin' me dad
I hate lames with a motherf*ckin' passion
On a highway in them foreigns
Doin' a hunnid and we smash it

Chris Travis – I Know Lyrics

[Intro]
You are now listening to AraabMuzik

[Verse]
Say baby, we can run the streets
I’m rolling up, herb and she kissing on my cheek
My old girl tripping she won’t let me be
She said my new bitch, made me weak
Why these niggas won’t let me be?
They mad I got bitches and my steez so unique
Since a young nigga, I practice what I preach
Better watch ya mouth ’cause you sow what you reap
Or is it reap what you sow?
I sent this shit backward ’cause I thought that you should know
See niggas nowadays just don’t have no hope
They don’t pay attention, they just going with the flow
I might have to lead them on
Just like a teasing bitch in her leggings and her draws
All my old friends need to let me go
They see a nigga getting bank they try to tag along

[Verse 2]
I’m in New York, specifically Manhattan
I’m with a bitch, we staying at the Mad Hatter
But f*ck boy my life something special
I made it far knowing I’m a down south rebel
At the bar, drinking wine, all in her ear
Feeling her head up, saying shit she wanna hear
She said she ain’t want nothing but my time
She thought a nigga pretty, shit I ain’t spend a dime
Like damn I’m thinking in my mind
I can’t f*cking leave this girl, I’ma give it time
I’ma let the heat simmer down
And f*ck her ass tonight while I still got the time
You niggas is so out of line
I got your girl at my show, the V.I.P line
Like nigga let’s be for real
A young nigga from the South, Ima keep it real

[Outro]
You are now listening to AraabMuzik

Chris Travis – Sleepless Nights Lyrics

I dont even get that much sleep during rainy nights
Cause I always had these thoughts every thing will be alright
Every thing will be smooth and all will go to plan
How the f*cks that suppose to happen if I dont become the man
So I gotta make it happen somethin my girl dont understand

So I'mma keep on writing till my palm pop out my hands
They dont dont really give a f*ck bout your clothes or your cash
All these rap niggas flexin while the white man laugh…

Chris Travis – Diamonds Lyrics

[Hook]
Diamonds on your ho, got them diamonds on your ho

[X2]
Got them diamonds on your ho, got them diamonds on your ho
Got them diamonds on your ho, got them diamonds on your ho
Got them diamonds on your ho, got them diamonds on your ho

[Verse 1]
How you niggas feel, now your boy getting it
And how my ex feel, know I’m ’bout to be rich
And I ain’t f*cking with y’all niggas, y’all ain’t ’bout shit
I feel my body draining from this Actavis I sip
And nah I can’t stand, cause a nigga soon to tip
My O.G. told me boy your ass a little pimp
He already know I bring them bitches off the strip
I fire that trick goonie and let that motherf*cker rip
Shout out to my niggas, we don’t be up on them blocks
Serve in empty houses, middle fingers to the cops
I’m on some trap shit till my f*cking album drop, bitch
You a f*cking lie, if you think I’m ’bout to flop, p*ssy

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She wanna get high, I said sip it slow
Her boyfriend mad cause them diamonds on his ho
She past me a black but I ain’t tryna’ chase that smoke
She said I wanna f*ck, but let’s keep it on the low
I said bitch you crazy cause your friends already know
I know they want a nigga, they just keep it on the low
But I don’t give a damn cause I’m just f*cking these hoes
Say bitch you got it wrong, don’t be tryna’ seem close
I can’t wife a bitch cause I need time for some growth
And I don’t spend no money on a gold digging ho
And yeah you obscure, cause you must didn’t know
And tell your boyfriend my niggas got it for the low

[Outro]
Diamonds are a bitches best friend
This is the legacy, where it all begins
Diamonds are a bitches best friend
This is the legacy, where it all begins
p*ssy

Chris Travis – Diamonds Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Intro x2]
Girl you can lay that body down
I'mma get you wet, please don't lose that smile
Say it's getting late, I ain't worried 'bout the time
Put it on you, cause you been running through my mind

[Verse 1]
Tell me why the f*ck these niggas hate
Real young nigga, I'm just tryna' get this paper
Drank purple green, yeah bitch I got them flavors
Syrup in my cup, but bitches think of that maple
Cause niggas is not able, to come close to a G
I gotta ball for you, I gotta ball for me
As hours turn to days and them days turn to weeks
Say bitch my ego bigger than the motherf*cking priest
It's dollar dollar bill till my soul rest in peace
And if you f*cking with me then just roll up your weed
And vibe to this shit, put your mind to ease
Bitch Purrp on the beats, I swear it sounds unique
And ho you gon' do something when you around my team
Say we don't bring these hoes around for no reason
Say girl I'm gon' be down, down through the seas
It's a harmony ass world, but my dick not leave

[Hook x2]
I got them diamonds on your ho, diamonds on your ho

Diamonds on your ho, diamonds on your ho
I got them diamonds on your ho, diamonds on your ho
Diamonds on your ho, diamonds on your ho
[Verse 2]
Say girl I gotta catch this f*cking flight
I know you want more but we been f*cking all night
I gotta get this money, girl I gotta get it right
Say live, love, laugh and a cup of dirty Sprite
Now hear this shit all night, it's looking pink and bright
Needless it looks so nice when you ? in light
Call me what you wanna but bitch I am worth the price
Five-million dollars, yeah bitch that shit sound 'bout right
Girl you ain't gotta leave, you can spend the night
And I can get inside you as I guide you to the light
And we can just get high and watch the stars shine bright
I don't do diamonds bitch, I call them limelight's
My flow lead you on, but girl I can rhyme tight
There's niggas in the way, but I'm in they blind-sight
They can't f*ck with me and I put that on my life
Say bitch I'm Kenshin Travis laying niggas for my life

[Hook]

Chris Travis – Fruit Punch Lyrics

For real tho

[Chorus]
I  drip like fruit punch boy don’t get your crew stomped (hah)
She  got her eyes on me better have your boo tucked
I’m an illusion tell that bitch I don’t do much (bih’)
The wrong impression when she don’t know too much

I  drip like fruit punch boy, don’t get your crew stomped
She  got her eyes on me, better have your boo tucked
I’m an illusion tell that bitch I don’t do much
The  wrong impression when she don’t know too much

[Verse 1]
Imma take control of the place (ayy)
Niggas better get up out the way (ayy)
Get his ass dropped on his face (ayy)
Heart  stopping as he hear the base (ayy)
Bitch nigga better get a cape (ayy)
Then we all hit the freeway (ayy)
Chris f*cking Travis I don’t play (ayy)
Hoes say my name everyday (ayy)
Bitch I get money don’t bother
Not a damn rapper, better yet, Imma author
And I got armor on like a nigga in Sparta
If a nigga want it better go get his father
Imma beat his ass ’cause he don’t pay homage
Shoutout OG’s and we keep this shit bumpin’
Waterboyz be the squad, bitch, what’s jumping?
Keep us in your mouth so it must be something (p*ssy)

[Chorus]
I drink like fruit punch boy don’t get your crew stomped
She got her eyes on me better have your boo tucked

I’m in illusion tell that bitch I don’t do much
The wrong impression when she don’t know too much

I drink like fruit punch boy don’t get your crew stomped
She got her eyes on me better have your boo tucked
I’m in illusion tell that bitch I don’t do much
The wrong impression when she don’t know too much

[Verse 2]
She wanna f*ck (ayy), she wanna plug (ayy)
Shawty what is up? (ayy) Shawty we are up (ayy)
Baby girl know how I go and I flow
And I go to the moon where you go I don’t know
So mo’f*cking high, if a nigga try me he gon’ motherf*cking die
Young Chris Travis for your FYI
Any motherf*cker nigga gon’ get it
I don’t give a f*ck about no nigga, why?
Cause they ain’t no kin to I
If you wanna meet just come to the sky, I forever doubt you’ll be as high as I bitch

[Chorus]
I drip like fruit punch boy don’t get your crew stomped (hah)
She got her eyes on me better have your boo tucked
I’m an illusion tell that bitch I don’t do much (bih’)
The wrong impression when she don’t know too much

I drip like fruit punch boy, don’t get your crew stomped
She got her eyes on me, better have your boo tucked
I’m an illusion tell that bitch I don’t do much
The wrong impression when she don’t know too much

Upchurch – Steer Clear Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin', I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on the wheel so I can steer, steer clear

[Verse 1]
I think I mighta made it (Damn), I'm smokin' piles of clover (Yeah)
And I don't know no rappers (Nah), camouflagin' Rovers (Haha)
And I don't know no rappers on the stage doin' they shit like Huckleberry (Yeah)
Throwin' thousand dollar boots into a crowd three or four days a weekend (You know it)
Like bitch gimme my holster (Blah), bitch gimme my keys (Yeah)
Gimme my wallet with the ripped ID 'cause I smoked a OZ at the DMV
Haha, Church, haha, search, Google my name I'm known in the cut (Yeah)
Hollywood couldn't' even have me if they wrote me a motherf*ckin' check by the whole wide world
They want me on a label (Nah), my ass cannot be labeled (Nah)
They hungry just to touch me (Yeah), but my touch of stone is fatal (Yeah)
And my mama told me don't look back like a story deep in the Bible (Praise God)
I'm a rapper sittin' in a tall tree, infinite ammunition for this rifle

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin', I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on the wheel so I can steer, steer clear
[Verse 2]
Steer clear of the shit tryna always puncture my radiator
Leavin' me in the heat that turned to rust 'til I done turned into a f*ckin' gladiator (Ah)

I got massive haters, smashin' labels, lookin' like Buckwheat with a f*ckin' sack a taters
27 and rich and I'm pissin' off my neighbors (Yeah)
'Til I get a text message from the county sheriff
'Cause I ain't ever had shit, now I got it in my hand
All my brothers got Jeeps, and my mama got land
All my bills paid with a couple deer stamps
Still ain't bought a Ferrari or diamond rocks for my hand (Nah)
Motherf*ck high class, and a glass of Chardo-whatever you call it
I'm hillbilly ballin', blue collar my partner
22×14's on my truck from the '90s
Rebel flag flyin' southern pride drippin' out the tailpipe
Rolling Stoned sticker stuck up in the back glass
f*ckin' Trump on the bumper, motherf*cker get back
I don't care about myself, I'ma die for a reason
Real mo'f*ckers huntin' year round, no season

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin', I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on the wheel so I can steer, steer clear

[Bridge]
Tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin' and Jim Beam drinkin'
[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass sittin' (Whoa), long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam (Oh, whoa) when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin' I don't care (Oh, whoa) about the year
I just need my hands on the wheel so I can steer, steer clear