1.Cuz - FIENDES FIENDE * lyrics

FIENDES FIENDE *

1.Cuz

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro: 1.Cuz]
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey
Rrr, ey
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey
Bara beats från MCaliste

[Vers 1: 1.Cuz]
Ey, pickan är som Messi, den får er alla falla
Kommer du för nära kallen, kommer spotta som en lama, ey
Handling utan ånger, jag är alster av betongen, yeah
Vi är de som inte gör om samma misstag två gånger, nej
Skjuter upp dig till skyn, tredje öga vid ditt ögonbryn
Luktar kloss, tankarna går åt
Hon blev kåt av en osläppt låt, bara siffror gör mig kåt
Såna som oss, det finns få, de vill krypa där jag går, ey
Det är så att jag fått för keffa vanor
Träffa på mig, och jag lovar du får skador (Pow)
Falska rappare, de pratar bakom datorn
Men jag och Luk G, vi är kvar på våra gator
[Refräng: 1.Cuz]
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey

[Vers 2: Einár & 1.Cuz]
Ey, min enemy's enemy kommer alltid va min vän
Ey, jag häller ut Hennessy för allt sjukt som har hänt
Ey, och, mannen, lakk, vem är ni? Bror, jag svär, ni är ett skämt
I min trakt som det händer i, allt ni ser på eran skärm
Tar två steg bak eller två steg fram
Jag har två G's bak, med en så fet gun
Bror, jag står med Scar, bror, det låter bam
Om ni slår tillbaks, vi tar återfall, ey
Gick in och råna branschen, det är klart att Cuz har masken på
Torka nu i landet, så sextiofem ligger kassen på
Guzzen ger mig dansen, hon gjorde min fucking dachri hård
Det här är från min brate, så jointen det är min Alvedon
Bror, jag sket i bollen, så jag skicka fyr' nollor
Nu jag har en ny Rolle, plus jag håller i Colten
Kom och testa mig, ey
[Refräng: 1.Cuz]
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey

[Vers 3: Luk G]
Vem vill komma träffa oss? Ey
Du märker hur jag röker att jag röker på något gott, ey
Jag var borta hela -18, jag var hemma hela -19
Jag är ensam, aldrig haft någon, bara haft min Glock-19 (Pow)
Du vet vart vi brukar va
Benen blir spaghetti när tabben väl går av
Jag lojal, jag Zanetti
Så mycket som jag sett, ey, du misstar mig för femtio (Femtio)
Det kan vara tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Gatan leder dig till kåken eller en grav
Vi var femton, nu vi fem
Litar på min broder, litar inte på en vän

[Brygga: Luk G]
Ey, vi från betongen, där tabben sjunger på sången
Ni kanske lever till åttio, här man dör vid tidig ålder (Ålder)
Det är jointar här på golvet, ey
Brorsan, han är svart men delar klappar som en tomte, ey
[Refräng: 1.Cuz]
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey
Det kan va tufft just nu, men det blir bra
Magen känner av nånting lurt så jag drar
Min fiendes fiende kommer va min vän
Bara tills att fienden är borta, sen det klart att han blir bränd, ey

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Yung Chino - Young Savage lyrics

Young Savage

Yung Chino

GENRE

Rap

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Intro:
Yung Chino, young savage, you know what I’m sayin’?
I don’t they ready for this one bro
I gotta introduce them to who I am real quick ya dig?
1, 2, 3, yuh… 1, 2, 3, yuh… 1, 2, 3, yuh…
3, 2, 1, BOW!

Hook:
Yung Chino, young savage on the track
I don’t like her face so ima hit it from the back
Bitch I’m finna bust, my super soaker bouta blast
Damn that ass is fat, I don’t know how long ima last

Post-Hook 1:
Ima rap star (yeah), I got mad bars (yeah)
I want new whips (skrrr), I want fast cars (vroom)
Got a new bitch (yeah), I got no heart (yeah)
Suckin’ on my dick (ugh), like a porn star (ugh ugh ugh)… yah

Hook:
Yung Chino, young savage on the track (yiddie)
I don’t like her face so ima hit it from the back (boah)
Bitch I’m finna bust, my super soaker bouta blast (boah boah boah)
Damn that ass is fat, I don’t know how long ima last

Post-Hook 2:
Last time I hit then I go and put her in the past (past)
Didn’t hit it first but I will never finish last (oh no)
Took a nigga’s bitch so I might make a nigga sap (he sad)
If you sendin’ hits then you might makе a nigga snap (boah boah boah boah)

Verse 1:
Snap, crackle, pop (*snap*)
Wеt you with the mop (boah)
Bitch I’m spittin’ hot (that flame)
Watch the music drop (just wait)
Spit that cocaina (that dope)
Fresh up out the pot (no joke)
Bitch I’m Yung Chino (that my name)
Fresh up out the wok (oh yah)
Bitch I hit the gas (gas)
I can never stop (yeah)
I will never stop (yeah yeah)
For no fuckin’ thot (oh no)
Ain’t no second thoughts (no no)
That bitch gave me top (oh yuh)
Climb up to the top (oh yuh)
I’m a fuckin’ god… yah

Hook:
Yung Chino, young savage on the track (yiddie)
I don’t like her face so ima hit it from the back (boah)
Bitch I’m finna bust, my super soaker bouta blast (boah boah boah)
Damn that ass is fat I don’t know how long ima last (bust)

Verse 2:
The longer I last and I’m talkin’ no cap yeah I’m fuckin’ that bitch off the stamina (stamina)
I’m savage can’t hide it, we smashin’ in private, I’m fuckin’ that bitch off the camera (smash smash smash)
Met at the beach right in Panama (yeah), she said “oh you from Atlanta huh?” (huh)
I showed her what’s good and I’m not from the hood she said “run up on me do some damage hun” (yuh yuh yuh)
Had a good time yeah we had some fun
She wanna go make me her number one
Can’t be loyal that cannot be done
I’m really sorry but I gotta run
Runnin’ like you callin’ 1, 2
You been places I can’t trust you
Hurt your feelings I don’t want to
I can never ever love you
Don’t know what you’re thinkin’, girl you seein’ a mirage
So you put on a façade
Stop yourself you needa pause
I’m that nigga with the sauce
And you just another broad
Don’t be out here lookin’ stupid, cuz I see through all the frauds

Hook:
Yung Chino, young savage on the track (yiddie)
I don’t like her face so ima hit it from the back (boah)
Bitch I’m finna bust, my super soaker bouta blast (boah boah boah)
Damn that ass is fat I don’t know how long ima last (bust)

Post-Hook 3:
Ima trap star (yeah), I got crack bars (yeah)
I got new hits (yeah), my shit slap hard (*slap*)
I’m slappin’ in the club (*slap* *slap*), I’m slappin’ in the cut (*slap* *slap* *slap*)
Nah you can’t fuck with us (oh no), cuz y’all some fuckin’ scrubs… yah

Hook:
Yung Chino, young savage on the track (yiddie)
I don’t like her face so ima hit it from the back (boah)
Bitch I’m finna bust, my super soaker bouta blast (boah boah boah)
Damn that ass is fat, I don’t know how long ima last

Post-Hook 2
Last time I hit then I go and put her in the past (past)
Didn’t hit it first but I will never finish last (oh no)
Took a nigga’s bitch so I might make a nigga sap (he sad)
If you sendin’ hits then you might make a nigga snap (boah boah boah boah)

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Johnathan Heath - U Better Work lyrics

U Better Work

Johnathan Heath

GENRE

Rap, Pop

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[INTRO]
You gotta work if you wanna catch up with the crowd
I didn’t come to play
I came to fight

[VERSE 1]
Yeah, yeah
Ice on my neck shine brighter than the sun
Bitches being fake but I stay at number one
When I’m on top everybody say woah
Trying rap like me but they don’t got the flow
Over here mad, tryna' be me
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Get on my train, it arrives now
Don’t even sleep on me, I might just pow

[Chorus]
(You better work)
If you wanna succeed, hustle so hard cuz you know I’m in the lead
(You better work)
When you talk that talk, hiding with you’re flock cuz you know I’m a hawk
(You better work)
Spread that shade you know that shit’s bout’ to fade when I go get paid
(You better work)
Now you on your knees running round like a rat looking for his cheese yeah

[VERSE 2]
This nigga over here makin’ memes
There's no I in the word team
Always arguing bout’ me being great
You know for a fact, ain’t no debate
Calling me a this, a that, a other
I ain’t none of those just ask my mother
My nigga you need to get checked cuz you the rookie
Running around asking yo’ mama “where my cookie”

[Chorus]
(You better work)
If you wanna succeed, hustle so hard cuz you know I’m in the lead
(You better work)
When you talk that talk, hiding with you’re flock cuz you know I’m a hawk
(You better work)
Spread that shade you know that shit’s bout’ to fade when I go get paid
(You better work)
Now you on your knees running round like a rat looking for his cheese yeah

[BRIDGE]
(Let’s go)
Know my name (yeah), know the game (yeah)
Be your own self, stay in your lane
Always tryna’ fight, always tryna’ win
Stop right there, confess your sin
Know my name, know the game
Be your own self, stay in your lane
Always tryna’ fight (yeah), always tryna’ win (yeah)
Stop right there, confess your sin (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
(You better work)
If you wanna succeed, hustle so hard cuz you know I’m in the lead
(You better work)
When you talk that talk, hiding with you’re flock cuz you know I’m a hawk
(You better work)
Spread that shade you know that shit’s bout’ to fade when I go get paid
(You better work)
Now you on your knees running round like a rat looking for his cheese

(You better work)
If you wanna succeed, hustle so hard cuz you know I’m in the lead
(You better work)
When you talk that talk, hiding with you’re flock cuz you know I’m a hawk
(You better work)
Spread that shade you know that shit’s bout’ to fade when I go get paid
(You better work)
Now you on your knees running round like a rat looking for his cheese yeah

[OUTRO]
It’s Jheath
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, aye, yeah
Haha
Aye aye, yeah

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Lil Cal, The King III - *Tiger lyrics

*Tiger

Lil Cal, The King III

GENRE

Rap

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[Chorus]
Who in the trap tryna play with my boys?
Now you getting dotted like a Sharpie
Your girl with me, cuz I’m rich
I’m her Ken, she my Barbie

Bitch, are you dumb? Get your mind right?
You 5, you still watch Baby Einstein
Rolex on my wrist, you could say the time’s right
Got clocked by the gang? There’s no time, right?

She wanna be with me cuz I got the dough
Cal is a vibe, I redeem it, ho

I’m no Blue, but I’m spotting your clues
I’mma head to high school, while your ass is a goof
Yeah, goofy goober
When you referenced your girl, I responded “I knew her”

Pussy boy playing, he needing a tutor
He think he gangsta cuz he tough on computers

[Verse 1: Cal]
This ain’t no house but I set shit on fire
Even Satan himself would be jealous if I got hired
...(Lyrics)
[Chorus]
Who in the trap tryna play with my boys?
Now you getting dotted like a Sharpie
Your girl with me, cuz I’m rich
I’m her Ken, she my Barbie

Bitch, are you dumb? Get your mind right?
You 5, you still watch Baby Einstein
Rolex on my wrist, you could say the time’s right
Got clocked by the gang? There’s no time, right?

She wanna be with me cuz I got the dough
Cal is a vibe, I redeem it, ho

I’m no Blue, but I’m spotting your clues
I’mma head to high school, while your ass is a goof
Yeah, goofy goober
When you referenced your girl, I responded “I knew her”

Pussy boy playing, he needing a tutor
He think he gangsta cuz he tough on computers

[Verse 2: DaBurrito]
Coming back fresh on the feature, tell me to peak, just a little break
Turning the 20’s to hundreds, don’t mean the cash, i’m talking the weights
Talking the dates, ended my one ting, i’m feeling great, (okay, okay)
Keep my head straight
You gotta grow up this ain’t up for debate
Taking the cigarette stick, and light him on fire, gas, but petrol
I go in the auditorium giving speeches, but I see them heads roll
I could tell he didn’t like me anyways it was bait so straight from the get-go
It blasted, go down to the metro, souvenir and leave with a bread bowl

*Adlibs*

[Chorus]
Who in the trap tryna play with my boys?
Now you getting dotted like a Sharpie
Your girl with me, cuz I’m rich
I’m her Ken, she my Barbie

Bitch, are you dumb? Get your mind right?
You 5, you still watch Baby Einstein
Rolex on my wrist, you could say the time’s right
Got clocked by the gang? There’s no time, right?

She wanna be with me cuz I got the dough
Cal is a vibe, I redeem it, ho

I’m no Blue, but I’m spotting your clues
I’mma head to high school, while your ass is a goof
Yeah, goofy goober
When you referenced your girl, I responded “I knew her”
Pussy boy playing, he needing a tutor
He think he gangsta cuz he tough on computers

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