Usher – Peace Sign Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Okay
I made this for you
‘Til we meet again
Yeah, you
You know who you are
Yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna wear you out
Never get enough
On my way to pick you up
Be ready when I pull up baby
I don’t wanna have to rush
When we making love
Let me know if it ain’t too much
Won’t stop if I get enough babe
Get enough babe (Get enough)
Get enough
Get enough babe (You gettin’ enough babe?)
Won’t stop if I get enough babe
Get enough (Get enough babe)
Never get enough (Get enough)
Never get enough (Get enough, baby)
Oh, never get enough babe

[Hook]
On this side
Legs up like a peace sign
Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
Can’t wait ’til I’m inside (Yeah)
Beat, beat ’til the sunrise
All up in her hair like a hair tie (Ayy)
Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Ayy)
I can’t wait ’til I’m inside, yeah

[Verse]
Speak up, the bass
My hand on her waist, thinking ’bout it for some days
I’m on the way
I hop in the Wraith, speedin’, racin’ to her place
Put that on my face
She stayin’ here for days
So good, I don’t need a plate
I love how she taste
She don’t fuck with no lames, that’s why she stay in her place

[Hook]
On this side (This side)
Legs up like a peace sign (Ooh)
Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
Can’t wait ’til I’m inside (Inside)
Beat, beat ’til the sunrise
All up in her hair like a hair tie
Two cups down, got us tongue-tied
I can’t wait ’til I’m inside, woah

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna wear you out
Never get enough
On my way to pick you up
Be ready when I pull up baby
I don’t wanna have to rush
When we making love
Let me know if it ain’t too much
Won’t stop if I get enough babe (Get enough babe)
If I get enough babe (Did you get enough, babe?)
Oh, if I get enough babe (Get enough babe)
Oh, if I get enough babe (Get enough babe)
Oh

[Hook]
On this side (This side)
Legs up like a peace sign (Peace sign)
Two cups down, got us tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
Can’t wait ’til I’m inside (Oh)
Beat, beat ’til the sunrise
All up in her hair like a hair tie
Two cups down, got us tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
I can’t wait ’til I’m inside, yeah

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When she fuck, on this side
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When she up, on this side
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I ain’t tryna wear you out
Never get enough
On my way to pick you up
Be ready when I pull up baby
I don’t wanna have to rush
When we making love
Let me know if it ain’t too much

Belly – Numbers Lyrics

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

Plies – All Thee Above Lyrics

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

[Verse 1: Plies]
Can you stay down like Dreka did?
Send me them nudes when you miss the kid
They can’t make me cheat on you
Ain’t nothing you could do to make me beat on you
When I get hard, can I eat on you?
Come through late night to put D on you
Box so good, she legendary
Crush lil mama necessary
Got a nigga hard like February
What we got ain’t monetary
She my independent girl
Say she love me many, girl
She been round for a minute, girl
I’ll take care of you and your mama, girl
House stay clean like [?]
Can’t none of these chicks keep up with you
Christian Louboutin got me and bae drippin’
Bottle after bottle coming, me and bae sippin’
Blue Hunnids on the light, me and bae grippin’
She A, B, C and D so stay outta our business

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch ’cause ,girl, you really love

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I remember when I first met you
Black Honda was in the spot
I saw you walking by, we walk into the light
Asked if I could come with you, we all been through a lot
When I pulled you to the side and I’m trying
I’m trying be in your life
I’m tryna fast forward, smoking on meteorites
Sick of your last boy
You say you need me in your life
Being a plie, it is I, hold on
Smack down but my heart stone cold

[Verse 3: Plies]
Ay, buy you a house and move you to Boca
You ain’t gotta drive, I’ll get you a chauffeur
If I am your Stedman then you is my Oprah
We can be next big Bee & Hova
Will I arrive for her?
Will I slide for her?
Will I die for her?
All of the above

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch ’cause ,girl, you really love

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
I had to admit, I been a gangsta
Been to the penn and you ain’t changed me
Giving you gifts ’cause you amazing
Always showing appreciation
Red one initiate it
I’m in the spirit of winning paper
All fits are custom tailored
I am not mingling with the haters
We like Ali, we the greatest
Porsche willing to block
I’m the one willing the spot
I’m the one touching the back end
I’m the one to eat on your clit from behind
Then hit you hard from the back end
We doing yoga, you back bend
I lick on your titties and tap in

[Verse 5: Plies]
It’s four in the morning, I walk in the house
I’m busy drunk but I’m digging in your shit
You is asleep, I’m waking you up
Fuck on each other, we do it to bed
A, is it sex?
B, is it love?
C, is it chemistry?
D, it’s all of the above

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch, the girl you really love

Disturbed – Best Ones Lie Lyrics

God damn maybe I am a little paranoid
Cause I can feel it getting harder to breathe
I really don’t know when it began to be unbearable
But now it’s sickening me

Because the world keeps burning
And they keep turning the page
They love the drama
So pardon me if I don’t give a
God damn bit about anything you’re telling me
It’s just a matter of fact

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don’t even try

God damn maybe I am a little terrified
You know I really don’t know what to believe
We watch the world die while they keep telling us there’s nothing to fear
So now it’s crippling me

Because the world keeps turning
And all people do is complain
They love the drama
Reality is they don’t care a
God damn bit about anything you’re telling me
It’s just as simple as that

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don’t even try

No!
You’re not ready!

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
Remember now, all of the best ones lie
And you’ll never get me to see your side
So how about you don’t even try

Yeah!
All of the best ones lie
But now it’s sickening me
But now it’s sickening me
God damn maybe I am
Yeah maybe I am

Lukas Graham – Not A Damn Thing Changed Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Not a damn thing changed
All the boys that grew up back-to-back still do the same things
Now they’re rewarding our records
But we still do the same things
I’m just spittin’ words out my mouth
I made it, I still don’t know how
Damn it, my stage show can light up the clouds
Now I’m gonna blow it until I go out
Bring it
Not a damn thing changed
Just the funerals that follow death some more pain
Drinking them beers and we’re lighting up joints in the cold rain
I’m glad I got somewhere to go
I know a few souls without hope
Brother, you know you can call if you’re broke
Damn it, I pray you won’t reach for that rope

[Chorus]
So pour out a shot for me
Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost
Who can no longer walk with me
For the ones still right here, yeah, for the ones who still care
Yeah, we still feel the same way
Just pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Verse 2]
Not a damn thing changed
Got my team from day one, there’s not one I could replace
Staying true to the way I grew up, how we were raised
My boys, they go in and go out
I’m just spittin’ words out my mouth
So far away but I still make them proud
Damn it, I hope we all make it somehow
Bring it
Not a damn thing changed
I’m just tryna put feelings as words on this damn page
Some of my friends started leaving this life ’cause they couldn’t wait
They know how it feels without hope
I’m glad I got somewhere to go
Stick to my people, that’s people I know
They feel the same, we all follow that code

[Chorus]
Now pour out a shot for me
Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost
Who can no longer walk with me
For the ones still right here, yeah, for the ones who still care
Yeah, we still feel the same way
Just pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Verse 3]
Not a damn thing changed
Won’t forget where I’m from but for me there’s just one way
It’s a habit of beating the goals that we once made
I got a few records to break
I know we all got what it takes
The team is the team, same as back in the day
The team is the team, same as back in the day
Not a damn thing changed
If I wanted to turn back, it’s already too late
Yeah, we just grew up too quick ’cause we
‘Cause we couldn’t wait
Pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

Soulja Boy – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 1]
All of this ice on me
All of this ice on me
I got more life on me
I got the pipe on me
I got the stripes on me
I got the designer
Diamonds from China
Reach, we climbin’
Seats, reclinin’
Brand new foreign whip, my Maybach Coupe
I just dropped off ’bout eight stacks
The coupe lost its roof, it’s a maniac (aye)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
I got the statement, I’m seein’ what I dropped
I got the cake on me, bringin’ it out
I got a 100K, whip it right out
I got 200k, whip it right out
I got 300k, spend it right now
I got a half mil’, that’s for right now
All of my niggas they pull up like uh-
Huh, pull up like- (uh, yeah)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

Soulja Boy – Flex For The Summer Lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
You fuckin’ with the number one stunna
Scoop you up, and hit Bennihanna
Talkin’ bout the one that’s in the Valley
Shawty from Atlanta, but in Cali
Hit Rodeo, she in love with all this Prada
Feel like Roddy, 10 toes in Balenciaga
Versace sheets, damn I feel like Silkk Da Shocka
Xan with the soda, 24 and Soulja

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Broadie shoots, shot Scottie Pippen
So many girls, they think I’m trippin’
Ridin’ in that foreign, foreign whippin’
Hit the club, 38 tip it
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t grip it
Hop inside the whip, money gettin’
They done fell in love with my vision
I be gettin’ money, guess I’m gettin’ it

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
You know that, I pull up and I’m killin’
You know that I’m full forgiato whippin’
You know that I’m out gettin’ money, whippin’
Baby, I don’t know why you trippin’

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

Usher – Say What U Want lyrics

Zaytoven
I know and I can’t take it back
I hurt you, gon’ beat it up

Say what you want
But don’t say it’s over
Call me out my name
Just don’t say you over me
We made need a break
Just don’t say it’s over
It might take some space
But girl don’t say you over me

Don’t say it’s over, don’t say it’s over
You say you ain’t looking back, still looking over your shoulder
Always focus on the bad, the negative will get you nowhere
You tripping on me off a photo
You staying with me and you know it
If you want forever girl we can get it like that
Let me kiss it where it hurts, I can fix it like that
It might take a minute but we gon’ get it right back
We might miss a beat

Say what you want
But don’t say it’s over (You can)
Call me out my name
Just don’t say you over me
We made need a break
Just don’t say it’s over
It might take some space
But girl don’t say you over me

Have you prayed about letting me go?
Do you really feel like letting go?
Is this the end of our time let me know
If we make it through the pain we’ll grow
Ohhhh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh-ohhhh
We can argue all day, we can talk about it baby
Ohhhh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh-ohhhh
Say what you want, I can take it girl

Say what you want
But don’t say it’s over (Oh)
Call me out my name
Just don’t say that you over me yeah-yeah-yeaah
We made need a break
Just don’t say it’s over
It might take some space
But girl don’t you say that you over me

Don’t say it’s over (Nah), don’t say it’s over (Yuh)
You say you ain’t looking back
Don’t say it’s over (Nah), don’t say it’s over (Yuh)
You say you ain’t looking back (Back)

Say what you want
But don’t say it’s over
Call me out my name
Just don’t say that you over me
We made need a break
Just don’t say it’s over
It might take some space
But girl don’t say you over me

But we can’t end it like that
Aye man we done covered everything
I think…I think we got it all but we can’t end it like this
I like that
There you go
That’s it
Alright here ya go, you got it

Usher – She Ain’t Tell Ya lyrics

Every story got more than one side
Today I’mma tell you my side
I hurt you, you hurt me
Even exchange, listen

She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
She ain’t tell ya I paid for her body yeah
She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry no
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
No, she ain’t tell ya I paid for that body no

She ain’t tell ya that money spread it out like carpet
She ain’t tell ya I had her leaking like a faucet
She ever tell you, she ain’t have no love for papi
She ain’t tell you I gotta keep that cash on me (yuh)
She ain’t tell you I gotta keep the bag on me
She ain’t tell you I boost her self-esteem did she?
No she didn’t tell you she’d rather play on my team, did she?
I know she told you things she didn’t mean, did she?
She ain’t tell you she seen three million dollars in jewelry
She ain’t tell you the truth or did she cause I’m curious
She ain’t tell you that check did increase my endurance
She ain’t tell you materialistic girls attract me
She ain’t tell you every time she leave, she coming back for me
She ain’t tell you I got that Bentley truck and cashed down
She ain’t tell you these plush seats feel like a couch
She ain’t tell you I paid off her mama house
And I know my love leave a stain without a doubt
She ain’t gon’ tell you how I came through and put it down
She ain’t gon’ tell you how we like to club up with all these bottles
She ain’t gon’ tell you how I came through last night with sixty models
And I can’t tell you ’bout no issues or no problems
And she ain’t tell you how I flaunt her up in karats
I promise on my soul I’m never gon’ be average
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (she ain’t tell you that shit though)
She ain’t tell you I’m in her veins like IV
She ain’t tell you we just came back from Greece
She ain’t tell you that my bank account increased
She didn’t tell you was the middle of the week then
We woke up on Wednesday and took a spree
She ain’t tell you she was motivating me
She ain’t tell you her designer bag came from me
She ain’t tell you her legs stretched out in Lamborghini seats (no)
If I ain’t laying next to her then she can’t even sleep
When she pull up she be tryna stay with me for weeks
Call me the general, you know I play for keeps
She ain’t tell you I sting like Muhammad Ali

She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry no
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners no
She ain’t tell ya I paid for her body yeah
She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
She ain’t say I paid for her body no
Oh nah, she said, he said
Fuck what they said, no, no

Don’t be bitter, just be better
If I hurt you and you hurt me
How you paint yourself as unlucky?

Quavo – GIVE IT TO EM lyrics

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
It’s Buddah Beats

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’m like Odell with the contracts (Odell)
Scratch that
I’m up fifteen mil, that’s a fun fact (Fifteen mil)
Bad bih, where you from? Give me some (Yeah)
Come back, send me drum, banana, ugh
Catch a contact, Met Gala, Kanye, one
Come back, run that, run that, ugh
Fuck her first, then you pay the rent (Smash)
Shit don’t make no sense (No)
Fourth down, I need every inch
Now we first and goal, bitch (Biatch)
Now it’s time to get outta control
Hell nah, I will never snitch (No)
Middle finger to the government (Twelve)
Ridin’ ’round, windows president (Skrrt, skrrt)
She like it face down, and her ass bent (Yeah)
She throw that shit around, you gon’ have a fit (Hey, yes sir)
Bust a move, bitch (Move, skrrt, skrrt)
Make the news, bitch (News)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I had to turn the savage on (Savage, savage)
I had to turn the manners off (Woo)
First class, yeah, you sittin’ with him, baby (Woo)
First class, you sittin’ next to the boss (Huncho)
Big dope inside the loft (Big dope)
She said she too bad to knock it off (Woo)
At least that’s what you thought (What you thought)
It’s gettin’ real sad, the nigga ball (Nigga ball)
It’s like when ‘Melo came to the Hawks (‘Melo, ‘Melo)
He still got a jersey though (Jersey)
Way she work a nigga call him Deuce Bigalow
Pull up, bald head, lime green, Lamb’ Piccolo (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)