Rick Ross – Santorini Greece

Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!"
I don’t give a fuck!
I’ll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don’t love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
Restricted license but I’m so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
The bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
I say the bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
I’m Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
Suicide, or rather crucified
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it’s how they do it nigga
Huh! Huh!
These niggas don’t believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God
Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
I’m here for results baby let’s cut the chase
Sticky fingers and paper
D.A.’ll drop the case
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with ’em
2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with ’em
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit ’em
I be half awake and still be running in ’em
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice
Rich forever, killa take my old advice
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold ’em right
And if I want her back I come and take her back
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
Mutulu Shakur
I know your dreads touching the floor nigga
We in the last days, these racist agendas
Blatant double standards because I’m a nigga
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped ’cause the game cold
I’m giving niggas jobs when I sing songs
White man love me when I get my bling on
But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
Respect my genius, all my people Portishead
Room full of cloaks and they count votes
Million man march and I’m taking notes
Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost
Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
So selling dope was the path we chose
And now it’s boats in the Bel-Air rose
Rich niggas and it’s set and stone
Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone
See me in Capris or them Andes
Santorini, Greece with a dime piece
My money long, you know I’m out your reach
Only fat nigga jogging on the beach
Versace underwear but see the ass crack
Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
I’m a pistol toter, fuck I’m voting for? (fuck ’em)
If I could, I’d drop a bomb, let’s take em all to war (fuck ’em)
My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
All the arguments she never called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
Constant visits from the A.T.F
So I copped some cribs in the ATL
Martha Stewart decorated both
Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
It all add up
Big Dog, Big Boss
Huh! Huh!

No Malice – Shame On Me (Let The Dead Bury The Dead Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m in a race against time my mama dying, I pray she get to see me make it
Cause she love to see the smiles on her babies faces
My younger brother kept her in Mercedes latest
But it was the Holy Ghost that drove her to the Son of David
I was there when mama said, "I believe."
I watched the Jesus steal her heart like a common thief
As for me and my house we gon serve the Lord
I been a fool for far lesser things people murder for
Furthermore He speaks to my intelligence
I find no fault like what’s there to rebel against?
Only the Blood can rid you of them skeletons
Chained to a twig forgettin that we elephants
Ever since 15 I seen hella cain
I was in the wind flipping chickens like a weathervane
Beat the Rock to a pulp whoop him good Clubber Lang
Flooded VA like Floyd that’s before the Hurricane

[Chorus]
Shame on me shame on me shame on me
At any given time you know I got that thang on me
Quick to to give a hater exactly what he came to see
Had no love for my brothers, shame on me

[Verse 2]
It was all good just a week ago
Jigga in the deck, in the dash a key a coke
Divi at the table, raise a glass then proceed to toast
Pour some for the homies, "If they’d only lived to see it tho."
Here’s to the lives that cut short, to women who tuck snort
Through checkpoints stampin they passports
You ain’t gotta beg you gon get what ask for
Door blown of the hinge compliments of the task force
It’s a rerun like an episode of Power
You can grab em by the cookie introduce em to that powder
All that coke sold like it’s somethin we should be proud of
Find yourself in a jam only God can get you out of
Whether Baptist or Catholic, worshippin the baphomet
Every knee gon take a bow take a page from Caepernick
Prophesy’ accurate, every jot, every tittle
And we ain’t never prayed before now we prayin for acquittals

[Chorus]
Shame on me shame on me shame on me
At any given time you know I got that thang on me
Quick to to give a hater exactly what he came to see
Had no love for my brothers, shame on me

Tori Amos – Cloud Riders

[Verse 1]
Standing down the edge of the cliff
Didn’t think it would come to this
A dead calm before the storm
Not a sound from their engines
From the other side, saw a shooting star at 4:22am

[Verse 2]
A warning shot from the rhythm demons
Or from the guitar preacher
I’ve been touched by both
And by the Holy Ghost
From the other side, saw a shooting star at 4:22am

[Chorus]
Underneath the stars above
I said, "No, stop,"
I am not giving up on us
And I am not going anywhere soon
Any crap, your bass guitar
Help me bring in the October moon
And you shot, run for cover
I scream, rev the tramp’s engine
You say baby we’re too late
From the cloud riders, no escape
Darling, what’s the blanket for?
Riding out this storm
We’ll be riding out this storm

[Verse 3]
Carved a sain against the grain
At the nine doors to get
The secrets of dreams
The ones I could hear them singing
From the other side

[Verse 4]
Back then, the thunder gods
They used to cast out lights
But then I lost touch
Close to when her chariot
From the other side

[Verse 5]
A chariot pulled by cats
Purring will be returning
From the other side
Girl, it’s time you take back your light

[Chorus]
Underneath the stars above
I said, "No, stop,"
I am not giving up on us
And I am not going anywhere soon
Any crap, your bass guitar
Help me bring in the October moon
And you shot, run for cover
I scream, rev the tramp’s engine
You say baby we’re too late
From the cloud riders, no escape
Darling, what’s the blanket for?
Riding out this storm
We’ll be riding out this storm

[Outro]
Leaving here, this storm
Leaving here, this storm
Leaving here, this storm
Leaving here, this storm
Leaving here

Meek Mill – Young Black America (feat. The-Dream) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don’t understand
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin’ Insha’Allah that he don’t make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin’ ’bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, but hey ain’t sendin’ pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the ’40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolls
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

Meek Mill – YBA (feat. The-Dream)

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don’t understand
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin’ isha Lord that he don’t make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin’ ’bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, but hey ain’t sendin’ pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the ’40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolls
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

Aha Gazelle – Vegeta (Trilliam 2 Album)

[Hook]
Don’t be fooled; I’m nothing special
I know you can do better
I don’t have it together
You’ll wish you never met me
I promise you’ll regret it
With me there’s no forever
I’ll push you out the window
Don’t fall for my potential

[Verse 1]
I don’t care bout ya feelings
Get back– just mind ya business
Got so much work to do
I’m tryna blow up the building
Don’t question my decisions
Didn’t ask for your opinion
It’s me and all my crew
We turnt up through the ceiling
Where the bass at? I dont feel it
They watching and they filming
I’m so concerned with winning
I forget I’m supposed to witness
I do believe in God
And, Jesus died for me
It’s my favorite excuse
When I let sin succeed

[Hook]
Don’t be fooled; I’m nothing special
I know you can do better
I don’t have it together
You’ll wish you never met me
I promise you’ll regret it
With me there’s no forever
I’ll push you out the window
Don’t fall for my potential
Oh, no, no, no, no
Get everything you own
And go, go, go, go
I told you once before
Don’t act like you don’t knoooo-ooo-ooo-oow
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

[Verse 2]
I don’t care bout ya feelings
I told you mind ya business
I told you I’m a rapper
Y’all want a politician
Because I tell the truth
Y’all tryna take my position
I’m just too real for you
I have no secret missions
We turnt up through the ceiling
Why you come in here with all this fighting
Mess with us and they gon’ feel it
Josh said he has license
And you know what that means…we sorry…

[Hook]
Don’t be fooled; I’m nothing special
I know you can do better
I don’t have it together
You’ll wish you never met me
I promise you’ll regret it
With me there’s no forever
I’ll push you out the window
Don’t fall for my potential
Oh, no, no, no, no
Get everything you own
And, go, go, go, go

[Verse 3]
I told you once before
And you know what that means
I need you to get away get away from here
I need you to take everything that you have
Get as far as you can baby
Don’t look back at me
Don’t let me waste your time
Get your stuff and leave
It’s not fair for you to have to wait for me
Here’s your heart– take it back; don’t forget your keys
And, it’s raining outside so please do not speed
So, just drive away
And, remember everything that I tried to say
Delete that heart by my name; not even a smiley face

[Hook]
Don’t be fooled; I’m nothing special
I know you can do better
I don’t have it together
You’ll wish you never met me
I promise you’ll regret it
With me there’s no forever

[Outro]
Anointing fall on me
Anointing fall on me
Let the power of the Holy Ghost fall on me
Anointing fall on me
Yeaaaaa
On me, on me
Yeaaaaa, cool
That’s that sauce

Holy ghost – Desiigner lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Holy Ghost

You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it.

Had to get my dough right
Get it more right, pour that four right, all that, all that roll right
In the club with some b*tches, wanna suck it all night
Wanna f*ck it all night
Be Tupacin’ with my niggas, we be thuggin’ all night
All of this ice and it’s all bright
I walk in the spot and need no lights
R.I.P. to Kimbo Slice
Shout out to Drake to get more life
‘Member days, the kick door life
Keep a salad, f*ck the poor life
‘Stafa, I be feelin’ like Mustafa, hey
My son is Simba niggas, call ’em finish hittas
I got getters get us.

You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it.

Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost
Ride in the drop, that’s that Holy Ghost
Holy shake, do the Holy Ghost
Holy shit ’cause I’m wholly rich
I’ma drive in the Lamb, watch ’em take a pic
I skrrt on that ass ‘fore you take the flick
I’ma f*ck on Rihanna, put her all in designer
Diamonds last forever, last forever
We gon’ blast together, I’m on top of the building ain’t falling
Crash the weather, we gon’ clash together
Feel light as a feather
Hey, this the real
Hey, this how you feel
I was gettin’ money without no deal
Watch it fall in the fire, it’s hot as hell
This for real.

You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it versuri-lyrics.info
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Hhhuh, oh yeah, you say you got ittt.
Desiigner lyrics
Video ghost

Desiigner – Holy Ghost

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Chorus]
You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it

[Verse 1]
Had to get my dough right
Get it more right, pour that four right, all that, all that roll right
In the club with some bitches, wanna suck it all night
Wanna fuck it all night
Be Tupacin’ with my niggas, we be thuggin’ all night
All of this ice and it’s all bright
I walk in the spot and need no lights
R.I.P. to Kimbo Slice
Shout out to Drake to get more life
‘Member days, the kick door life
Keep a salad, fuck the poor life
‘Stafa, I be feelin’ like Mustafa, hey
My son is Simba niggas, call ’em finish hittas
I got getters get us

[Chorus]
You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it

[Verse 2]
Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost
Ride in the drop, that’s that Holy Ghost
Holy shake, do the Holy Ghost
Holy shit ’cause I’m wholly rich
I’ma drive in the Lamb, watch ’em take a pic
I skrrt on that ass ‘fore you take the flick
I’ma fuck on Rihanna, put her all in designer
Diamonds last forever, last forever
We gon’ blast together, I’m on top of the building ain’t falling
Crash the weather, we gon’ clash together
Feel light as a feather
Hey, this the real
Hey, this how you feel
I was gettin’ money without no deal
Watch it fall in the fire, it’s hot as hell
This for real

[Chorus]
You say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, say you got it
You say you know me, how you get it, how you got it
You say you ’bout it
You say you know me, how I get it out the projects
I shoot out the Holy Ghost
Hold on, I grab the toast
I’m sippin’ on codeine
I feel like I overdosed
I shoot up like morphine
Hold on, I got more fiends
Pull up on that dopamine
Huh, oh yeah, you say you got it

Slayter – World Against Me (Rngl Album)

[Verse]
Basic drugs
Got it on me
Pull it out
Turn this shit into a pistol party
Never worry never sorry
Escape the scene
Like I skrrt off in the Ferrari
Bitches these days
They say I’m stuck in my ways
How the fuck I’m supposed to change?
Niggas just be switching lanes
While getting brains
Don’t be a nigga who lame
Pillow talking
I’m zombie walking
I’m like this often
Get head while I’m looking for parking
And fuck her inside her apartment
I feel like the Devil inside of me
Mob deep like I’m Havoc or Prodigy
Don’t you see your bitch right next to me
She want my child like destiny
I got her swimming in Hennessy
Swimming in the girl of your fantasies
I ain’t try it happened randomly
I turned the bitch into a memory
Turn enemies into the Holy Ghost
I cut her off because she do the most
She bring her friend and I do them both
Mix xan with the lean
I be moving slow
Godbody hardbody big body
I don’t trust nobody
Nice tits nice ass I want head
I don’t want no body
I got her wet like a pool party
I don’t bring sand to the beach
All my bitches off the leash
They said that I’m out of reach

[Chorus]
Ooohh
I swear them drugs
Just changed my mood
All my bitches be so beautiful
It feel like the world’s against me
Why they wanna go against me
If you go against me
We might touch your whole family
We might put you six feet deep
Nigga six feet deep

Franklin McKay – When I Found You lyrics

Hear the word
In a world on fire
Jesus stands
By my side

I follow you
In Troubled times
And all at once
All was forgiven, given, given

Now I won’t be afraid
No matter what I do
I found strength
When I found you
All your love and grace every
Mountain you move
I found faith
When I found you
When I found you
When I found you
Oh When I found you

Listen close
And he will reply
Holy is
That voice inside

I follow you
In Troubled times
And all at once
All was forgiven, given, given

Now I won’t be afraid
No matter what I do
I found strength
When I found you
All your love and grace every
Mountain you move
I found faith
When I found you
When I found you
When I found you
Oh When I found you

Love the Lord
Holy Ghost and Son

Now I won’t be afraid
No matter what I do
I found strength
When I found you
All your love and grace every
Mountain you move
I found faith
When I found you
When I found you
When I found you
Oh When I found you

Now I won’t be afraid
No matter what I do
I found strength
When I found you
All your love and grace every
Mountain you move
I found faith
When I found you
When I found you
When I found you
Oh When I found you

Jay-Z & Kanye West – No Church In The Wild (Lyrics On Screen)

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[Jay-Z]

Tears on the mauseoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know ya’ll hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West]

Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never f-ck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattooes, one read “No Apologies”
The other said “Love is cursed by monogamy”
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we prolly spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap
Preach

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild

The Bar-Kays – Holy Ghost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your love has got the Holy Ghost
Shaking all in my bones
I never felt such a feeling
In all the days I’ve been grown yeah

Whenever I feel the presence
You seem to hypnotize my mind
Your love has got the Holy Ghost
And I feel like I’ve been born a second time.
Hey, Hey.

[Verse 2]
Your love has got the Holy Ghost,
The antidote that freed my soul
And no Psycho could ever describe
This feeling that sets my soul on fire.

You put, a running in my walk
You put, a tremble in my talk
And this feeling that I have within
Lord, it makes me feel like I’ve been born again
Hey, Hey

Well Hey Yeah, Eee Hee!
Well, well, well.
Well Hey Yeah, Eee Hee!
Well, well, well.
Yow!

[Chorus]
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy Holy, Holy, Holy

[Verse 3]
Yeah you put, a running in my walk
girl you put, a tremble in my talk
Got a feeling like I’ve never felt
Girl, you ought to be ashamed of yourself
Yeah you got me shaking in my bones
I just can’t leave your love alone,

I feel the spirit
Well well well

[Chorus]
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy Holy, Holy, Holy

Maren Morris – My Church

[Verse 1:]
I’ve cussed on a Sunday
I’ve cheated and I’ve lied
I’ve fallen down from grace
A few too many times
But I find holy redemption
When I put this car in drive
Roll the windows down and turn up the dial

[Chorus:]
Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

[Verse 2:]
When Hank brings the sermon
And Cash leads the choir
It gets my cold coal heart burning
Hotter than a ring of fire
When this wonderful world gets heavy
And I need to find my escape
I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling
Until my sins wash away

[Chorus:]
Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

[Chorus:]
Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church

[Chorus:]
Hey, Can I get a hallelujah
Can I get an amen
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival
Singing every single verse
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church
Yeah I guess that’s my church

Mr Noble J – It Is Well lyrics

[Intro]
Are discouraged
Are you broken
Have you been let down
I have a message for you
It is well… It is well

[Verse 1]
Spirit of God (spirit of the Lord), take me higher
Come and grant me my heart desire
Come and quench my taste with the living water (yes Lord, yes Lord)
And I will forever bow at your altar
Cover me with the Holy Ghost fire
You have put a song into my mouth that can never falter

[Bridge]
Because I have Jesus in my life
Everything becomes alright
He gives me Joy that make me sing all night

[Chorus]
It is well… It is well with my soul x2
It is well with my soul x2
With my soul

[Verse 2]
I have Joy like a River (Joy like a River)
That is beyond words
It’s a Joy that makes me smile
Whenever it hurts
There’s no way for me to measure
What your love is worth
There’s no way for me to count
What you’ve done for me
Whenever I close my eyes, it is you I see
Whenever I go astray, you bring me back to you.

[Bridge]
Because I have Jesus in my life,
Everything becomes alright,
He gives me Joy that make me sing all night

[Chorus]
It is well… It is well with my soul x2
It is well with my soul… x2
With my soul

Repeat chorus….

[Outro]
With everything I do
Oh with my studies, and with my job and my life
The Lord is my refuge and my strength
I look up to you
It is well with everything
Despite the economic situation,Political crisis
Mr Noble J

French Montana – Two Times (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Wait for it, wait for it, right
Wait for it, wait for it, skrr
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 1]
Used to dust ’em off and pass ’em to Chinx
Fuck me like an animal, I buy you mase
We ain’t work for that, nah we can’t do that
Black rose in the concrete grew where the pavement at
Two hoes want my eyes, be like “where the payment at?”
Two hoes, three dice, we was shakin’ that
It is what it is man, God rolled it
She gonna deep throat with her eyes open, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Talk about me and my bitch
Me and Cash in the Lamb’, we got two chains
Came from the bottom like loose change
Jumpin’ on these niggas, 23
She jabbin’ on these suckers for her fee
They know the dope real on the real though
She got her legs open like field goal, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
I came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 2]
Dippin’ through the corners, gotta stick and move
Catch me in that trap, watch me make a move
Blowin’ hundreds like Chyna back in KOD
Sunday I’ma live, Monday hell week
Back to back Wraiths, bitch the Holy Ghost
Blowin’ smoke, sippin’ Hen’ till I overdose, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
I’ma lie to the law, hand on the Bible
Straight fill the cash, clash me the title
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Besides the main bitch takin’ everyone
I’m dippin’ through the lane baby, and 1
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times