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Boldy James – My First Offense Lyrics

[Intro]
On my first offense
[?]

[Verse]
Was in the [?] and Steve-O on that [?]
Screaming “Free Booboo and [?]”
You know my [?] with or without the airplane
[?] off the packs, serving smokers in the stairway
Never been the one to gossip with all the hearsay
There’s no blood, no foul in the field and ain’t no fair play
Now we on fire like a lighter and some hairspray
Parking a whole fleet of Range Rovers off of Fairway
My [?] band-aid the montclair way
Remember my guy guy used to put my clothes in the layaway
Know they rather prefer that I did it their way
‘Cause she’s a f**king ho and you love it, I wouldn’t care ye
She hit up [?] add some ice to my reflection
Shit I might just add a nigga wife to my collection
In the hood for that bag, all this [?] and finessing
Been to hell and back, still I recognize it as a blessing
[?] exercising my demons
See death around the corner bleeding out on the cement
Getting fingerprinted and riding out from the [?]
This that one part of the game that come with the street shit
They used to mention delinquent and juvenile detention
In connection with all the recent shootings in the district
A lot of [?] in the air, whole lot of turbulence
And my preliminary hearing on my first offense

[Outro]
Yeah, first offense
On my first offense
First offense

2 Chainz – Whip Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under (Yeah)
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Sell a bird, KFC (Bird)
And it was twenty LLC’s (Yeah)
Election play, who played me? (Me)
Just made a mil’ like Meek (Alright)
Pick a side, no in-between
Roll an L with the winning team
She a king like Billie Jean (Billie)
I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke)
Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
I wanna really see what’s in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it’s just a quick weave? (What?)
I’m ’bout the S with the lines through ’em
Partition with the blind’s pool
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon’ sign to ’em
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Yeah)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside (Outside)
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Too live)
Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up)
4AM, ain’t fucked up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
GLE, 63 Benz
Yeah, it really depends (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m covered, I’m drenched
Wet floor signs, hope you don’t slip (Slip)
Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo)
Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn)
Money tall, you gon’ need stilts (Tall)
Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh
Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here)
She do whatever I want, yeah
I had the Maybach for five years
I still never sat in the front, yeah
I bought her designer, lil’ mama, I’m proud of her
She got a body, pick her out a lineup
She ever leave me, I’m comin’ to find her
Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it)
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah)
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain’t fucked up (Yeah)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

Taylor Swift – King Of My Heart lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m perfectly fine, I live on my own
I made up my mind, I’m better off bein’ alone
We met a few weeks ago
Now you try on callin’ me baby, like tryin’ on clothes

[Pre-Chorus]
Salute to me, I’m your American Queen
And you move to me like I’m a Motown beat
And we rule the kingdom inside my room
‘Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
Never took me quite where you do

[Chorus]
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body, and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you’re all I want, I’ll never let you go
King of my heart, body, and soul, ooh whoa

[Post-Chorus]
And all at once, I’ve been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once

[Verse 2]
Late in the night, the city’s asleep
Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep
Change my priorities
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

[Pre-Chorus]
Salute to me, I’m your American Queen
And you move to me like I’m a Motown beat
And we rule the kingdom inside my room
(Inside my room, oh)
‘Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars
Never took me quite where you do (where you do)

[Chorus]
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body, and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you’re all I want, I’ll never let you go
King of my heart, body, and soul, ooh whoa

[Post-Chorus]
And all at once, I’ve been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting (waiting), waiting (waiting)
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once

[Bridge]
Is the end of all the endings?
My broken bones are mending
With all these nights we’re spending
Up on the roof with a school girl crush
Drinking beer out of plastic cups
Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff
Baby, all at once, this is enough

[Chorus]
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body, and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
King of my heart, body, and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you’re all I want, I’ll never let you go
King of my heart (my heart), body, and soul (my soul), ooh whoa

[Post-Chorus]
And all at once, I’ve been waiting, waiting
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa (ooh whoa)
And all at once, ’cause you’re the one I have been waiting, waiting
Body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once

Wu-Tang Clan – People Say (feat. Redman)

[Intro: sample]

[Verse 1: Method Man]
That’s when my heart turned cold
I’m a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Asshole to turn the product into rock
It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain’t no vacay, [?] become a problem when it’s hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I’m nutty with the bars that’s a payday
So bruh, this ain’t even a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae
Got bottles comin’ out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I’m grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
We had dro’ and po’, suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
[?] green baggies, sellin’ capsules, runnin’ in classrooms
Slick [?] get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It’s numb meets copper rum, bluntin’ off the get back
Salute me then one, I’m out
Off to the races, my blazes ain’t patient
They want
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
Like I’m on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fightinen’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, get [?] medical, that’s incredible
The fliest, the most notorious [?]
Off niggas heads like papayas

Verse 3: Redman]
Before I [prolly?]
Red lightin’ the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti’s
Everybody a voss, sayin that time’s money
Women injections, leave em with [?] bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin’ old ladies, that’s a product of no home trainin’
I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, Imma violate him
I’m not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don’t shoot up
I’ll go suit up, Redman and the W
It’s televised
We ain’t them niggas
Media telling hella lies (fuck you)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don’t sleep, but
Through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I’m like, yeah okay, y’all corny anyway
Doc

[Chorus? Hook?]
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

Verse 4]
My team hard, makin’ ’em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot, makin’ the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I’m givin’ them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right?
What’s the tale, sick as Hell
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
On sight, foggin’ your fog lights
Your dog’s like