Complex Theory - Emotions lyrics

Emotions

Complex Theory

GENRE

Rap

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Hey love
I was contemplating
Me and u escaping
We could take a vacation
To destinations
Up in the Caymans
I could give u sensations
Up in Jamaican suites
Sunflowers in sheets
In the shower get it in for hours
Like we both in heat
We could be discreet
I could light a candle
On the beach with sandals
Wanna see your silhouette and shadows
As the sunsets we can rap for hours
Relax your mind and tension
As I rub your spine with lotion
And I know your wishes and desires I pay attention
To the things u mention
Gotta have some high bushes
In the crib cause them neighbors gonna be suspicious
If the curtains open
We could take a bath with soap
I Wanna make u wet and then soak in it
With some lotus
You got my focus
Let me play with your emotions

Hook:
Let me play with emotion
Make me feel good
Stimulate your mind and soul
Want to make u wind it slow
U go me watching
So motivate your body to go

Let me play with emotion
Make me feel good
Stimulate your mind and soul
Want to make u wind it slow
U go me watching
So motivate your body to go

Ohhh
The way you move its like you hitting switches
You make me want to stop fucking with these other b...
The way ifyou know what Im trying to say
Im a need you to roll right on over this way
Cause you a sexy mamicita
Who got curves like edamame
And the way your body swaying
Bet it got me screaming my way
Straight up Hallelujah youse a vision like the Guadeloupe
Pray to God that I need my religion do whatever you say
Aye
Man thats my new bae
Got me feeling a new way
Intoxication as Duce
With yams that sweeter that ube
Mmm baby girl got me laser focused as blu ray
She don't play no games but built like a 97 on 2k
Aye
Big facts small lies
Big ass thick thighs
Cute smile with the honey brown eyes
With the hips that whip like oh my
Ooo girl its electric
The vibes we ride is the best
Ain't no destination to head
Only question is will you

Hook:
Let me play with emotion
Make me feel good
Stimulate your mind and soul
Want to make u wind it slow
U go me watching
So motivate your body to go

Let me play with emotion
Make me feel good
Stimulate your mind and soul
Want to make u wind it slow
U go me watching
So motivate your body to go

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YoursTru Bigga - Lit Lit lyrics

Lit Lit

YoursTru Bigga

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We Get Lit Lit
We Get Lit Lit
We Get Lit Lit
We Get Lit Lit

When UndaSound in the building we get Lit Lit
Somebody better call the fire department quick quick
YoursTru up in this bitch with a hit hit
Two rolls of toilet paper I'm the shit shit
You just die trying me I just get rich
No more dirty money I'm talking legit rich
Pull up on ya in my whip and pull ya bitch rich
Change her whole life time to make a switch switch
Cut that nigga off real quick snip snip
Me and you we out the country takin trip trips
While he at home in his feelings looking sick sick
The shit we on cost 800 a zone we getting Lit Lit

We Get Lit Lit
We Get Lit Lit
We Get Lit Lit
We Get Lit Lit

Walk in the spot and I'm already lit
Off of that gas and I'm high as a bitch
QueeOsaLa He the man with the plan
Snapping on you every chance that I can
Say she want love but I'm out the door
I am not Kid but I'm busting Plays
Pass me the chips and I ain't talking Lays
I'm from the River but he from the Bay
Hit that lil ho

From the back now she crying
Partna told me that she claiming she mine
How you trusting that bitch and that girl she be lying
How you trusting that bitch and that girl she be lying
See I am what I am and I live what I talk and I live what I preach
Kick that hoe to the side I be thuggin lo-key ain't no lovin'on me
I do this shit here for the fun, she won't let me keep my son
I'm out on bond fuck it still keep a gun
Hit on your block watch them fuck niggas run
I'm on this bitch with Big Bigga team
Money money favorite color green
Dumber dummy bet I clear the scene
Think twice'fore you rob me
I be local gang but I be Ova'East

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Promonant - A Tale of Rudolph lyrics

A Tale of Rudolph

Promonant

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Rudolph was on the Southside trapping living on the South Pole. He always had his gang ties, and he know they stay on go. He leaves the house round daytime, red bandana round his neck. And if the opps come outside, he gone lay em all down dead. Then one night he roamed the streets, Santa came to say. Rudolph with your snow so white, won't you run my block tonight. But then the opps start lurking, talking like they really want beef. Rudolph was with the homies, made him run and beat his feet. They heard about what happenеd, when the guy was coming back home. Thеy tried to plot for revenge, so he told him what he knows. All of the opps went riding, tryna hit a stain all day. They saw the man they wanted, put a bullet to his brain. One night Rudolph roamed the streets heard his homeboy say. My lil bro just lost his life, somebody gone die tonight. He pulled up to the corner, saw the target leave the store. He better not be lacking, cause he bout to get exposed. There was a girl named Nisha, told him where the shooter was. She used to be on that side, messing round for 40 bucks. Rudolph rolled down his window, and was bout to bust his gun. Soon as he had his target, everybody started to run. He drove off in a hurry, and was bout to flee the scene. But soon before he knows it, there go flashing red and blue beams. Rudolph hit the gas pedal, then he went away. Said if they catch him on sight, he gone get locked up for life. Rudolph was on the highway, then he flew into the cut. Rudolph went back to the hood to find out he been set up. All of the cops surrounded, as they went and made him freeze. Rudolph the Red Flag Gangsta, pointed at his head and squeezed

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Ace OG - Strap lyrics

Strap

Ace OG

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[Intro]
Ayy, you got that thang on you, blood?
Ayy B, I know you got that strap on you, what up, lil shawty?
Aight, I'ma fuck witchu
Aight, bruh
(Ayo, I got that strap on me bro)
Custom defrost
(I might just fuck around and shoot some shit, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Synchronize
Ayo, turn me up
Ayo, we just in the studio fuckin' it up, you know what's goin' on
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, brrr, brrr, brrr)
I'm a gangster– (Brrr) gamgster rapper (Woo, ayy)
Ayo (Huh), shout out hello_mcfly though (What), alright (Huh), alright, let's get it
Yeah (Ayy), ayy

[Chorus]
I just walked in that bitch with that strap on me (Brrr), yeah, wigga (Brrr, huh)
Snitches dissin' bitches (What, huh), they can never shut their flap (Ayy, bitch)
All these wiggas cap (Bitch, yeah), talk that shit, you get wacked (Ayy, bitch)
Whippin' that crack like pasta (Huh, yeah), in the trap, we don't relax (Ayy, bitch)

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna make a deposit (Huh), ain't tryna start a riot (Nah)
I got a whole lot of options (Options), but first I'ma need guidance (Guidance)
Diamonds so cold they change the climate, it causе a worldwide crisis (Ice)
Wigga, we movе in silence (Huh), gotta keep everything private (Everything silent)
I'm at the top of the buildin', I wanna be at the top of the buildin' (Top of the buildin')
You tryna fuck up my vibe and be a villain, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin')
I want a million, I want a billion, I need a trillion (I need a trillion)
Yeah, I'm only seventeen, but I ain't kiddin' (I ain't kiddin')
I ain't even train, I'm goin' in like Rambo, gettin' first blood (Yeah)
I got a whole lot of guns (Bah), you know we gon' fuck shit up (Bah, bah, bah, brrr)
I'm a Rockstar, I got a mohawk hairdo, we so punk (Huh)
You think I'm doin' this shit for fun, keep your mouth shut (Keep your mouth shut, ho)

[Chorus]
I– I–
I just walked in that bitch with that strap on me (Yeah), yeah, wigga
Snitches dissin' bitches (Huh), they can never shut their flap (Nah)
All these wiggas cap (Cap), talk that shit, you get wacked (Wacked)
Whippin' that crack like pasta, in the trap, we don't relax (Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, woo)
I– I just walked in that bitch with that strap on me (Brrr), yeah, wigga (Brrr, huh)
Snitches dissin' bitches (What, huh), they can never shut their flap (Ayy, bitch)
All these wiggas cap (Bitch, yeah), talk that shit, you get wacked (Ayy, bitch)
Whippin' that crack like pasta (Huh, yeah), in the trap, we don't relax (Ayy, bitch)

[Verse 2]
Feelin' like Lil Pump (Lil Pump), I should call myself "Lil Dumb" (Huh)
You can get hit with that drum (Bah), that choppa gon' make you numb (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
All these wiggas up to some' (Huh), we make the whole crowd jump (We make the whole crowd jump)
I ain't be fuckin' with such and such (Nah), I ain't that dumb (I ain't that dumb, ho)
Flow goin' crazy, goin' stupid (Stupid), old heads hate our influence (Yeah)
Hear come all the boomers (Okay, boomer), actin' like hoes from Hooters (Hooters)
Woah (Woah, huh), pull up with all these shooters (Ayy, bitch)
Break in your house, an intruder, I'm goin' crazy (Yeah), gon' lose it (Woo)
I was an alien, I was cappin', I'm obviously human (Yeah)
I'm so fuckin' random, I'm gon' drive by with a scooter (Skrrt)
She just sucked my dick like it's a candle, yeah, she blew it (Huh)
Bitch, don't come at me with all that dumb shit, yous a fuckin' doofus (Yous a fuckin' doofus)

[Chorus]
I– I–
I just walked in that bitch with that strap on me (Yeah), yeah, wigga
Snitches dissin' bitches (Huh), they can never shut their flap (Nah)
All these wiggas cap (Cap), talk that shit, you get wacked (Wacked)
Whippin' that crack like pasta, in the trap, we don't relax (Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, woo)
I– I just walked in that bitch with that strap on me (Brrr), yeah, wigga (Brrr, huh)
Snitches dissin' bitches (What, huh), they can never shut their flap (Ayy, bitch)
All these wiggas cap (Bitch, yeah), talk that shit, you get wacked (Ayy, bitch)
Whippin' that crack like pasta (Huh, yeah), in the trap, we don't relax (Ayy, bitch)

[Outro]
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