Penx – Touch My Barz Lyrics (feat. Bonson)

[Zwrotka 1: Penx]
Prawilnie wjadę już gówna nie tykam i jebać te kurwy niebieskie
Jak Mystique! Dotyka mnie real life i zmienia ta postać rzeczy do rzeczy pierdolić depresję
Zły dotyk boli podobno jestem tym gościem, którego chcesz dotknąć
Zły dotyk boli, a krew mnie uskrzydla, o kurwa to Red Bull, a muszę pierdolnąć
Skąd ta okładka na Abstrack? Weź już nie pytaj, tu nie ma przebacz idioto
Bo wszystko czego nie dotknę od teraz już kurwa zamienia się w złoto
Nie chcę życzeń już od was, pierdolę poklask, weź zobacz se spoko płynę
Nie zliczę tych życzeń, jak każdą płotkę zamienię se tu w złotą rybę
Czego nie dotknę to to spierdolę, właśnie aha no i to jest perfekcja
Weź na logikę trzy słowa “czego nie dotknę” żebyś się kurwa nie zesrał
Się wbijam w zwoje mózgowe, jak rak cię kładę na deski
Przebijam skronie i może ci w końcu zapadne w pamięci
Poruszam tłumy, bo tłumię gniew w sobie od lat
Nie mówię nie no nie? Bo kiedy coś robię to robię od tak
Zrób tak od tyłu, ja będę jak kat, nie filmuj, zwrota urywa ci głowę
Od małego tu mało mnie rusza, mów mi królu złoty ryju jestem pięknym Vidocq’iem

[Refren: Penx]
Touch my barz – i nie mów ryju mi że teraz to nie rusza cię
Touch my barz – dziś wielu mijam lecz nie tykam inny kurwa cel
Touch my barz – ich zje rutyna, nie chce tykać waszych linii
Touch my balls – powiedziałby kastrat pewnie nie mając jak odbić piłki

[Zwrotka 2: Bonson]
Wersy jak szlugi lepsze braknie to się wkurwię Ty!
Który rok tu zapierdalam wyrzygując z płuc ten dym?
Nie muszę spinać się by wjechać lapsom butem w pysk
I patrzę znów na listy mnie nie grzeję już że znów nie my
Wersy jak kiepy, masz to się do moich nie dopisuj
Cudzesów nie chce sam się gównem jaraj kierowniku
Pedały ciągną słomki, cienko pierdzą wersy w dzbanek
Matka chyba cię wysrała przez przypadek
I na chuj wciąż się gapisz? Masz co robić? Wzrok na buty
Widziałem kilku takich łatwo im się szło na skróty
Szkoda smucić brakowało wciąż na ruchy
Poszła fama chłopak głupi przypał ktoś ich wziął na buty lipa
Kaszlę jak skurwysyn, bo jaram za trzech
Dwójki, trójki, chujki, proszę bardzo charam na łeb
Jak już coś wyjdzie to jarasz jak pet i co z tego?
Kiedy małolaty robią gówno wciąż i sos z tego
Jebać to!

[Refren: Penx]
Touch my barz – i nie mów ryju mi że teraz to nie rusza cię
Touch my barz – dziś wielu mijam lecz nie tykam inny kurwa cel
Touch my barz – ich zje rutyna, nie chce tykać waszych linii
Touch my balls – powiedziałby kastrat pewnie nie mając jak odbić piłki

Jayden Jesse – Lovin’ You Tonight Lyrics

[Chorus]
You came here without your man
Cause he don’t do you right
Well baby, I got plans for me and you, that’s right
I’ll be lovin’ you tonight

[Verse]
Uh, come on baby
Why you tryna front?
I just wanna have a little fun
And you can kiss me on the lips
Maybe a little tongue
You know I’m Jayden Jesse, babe
And I’m here to persuade
You to be leaving with me tonight

So baby, tell me what’s your name?
I ain’t into playing games
All these other players lame
I know exactly why you came
Baby there ain’t no shame in wanting it all

[Chorus]
You came here without your man
Cause he don’t do you right
Well baby, I got plans for me and you, that’s right
I’ll be lovin’ you tonight

[Verse]
She knows it’s going down
But we gon’ get turnt up
Cause when I come around
I love it when she tell me to just shut up
And if I have any luck I won’t need to talk anyway
I’ma be her Red Bull, now lets fly away
Girl, I’ll get you there
Call it a tidal wave
Make no mistake
I’ll be your great escape
And when the night is done you’ll remember my name

Don’t talk about it, be about it
Now baby, let me be honest
I ain’t tryna replace your man
I’m tryna show you I’m ’bout it
I don’t wanna get up in your mental
But one things for sure, tonight, i’m lovin’ you

[Chorus]
You came here without your man
Cause he don’t do you right
Well baby, I got plans for me and you, that’s right
I’ll be lovin’ you tonight

[Bridge]
You came here without your man (x4)

[Chorus]
You came here without your man
Cause he don’t do you right
Well baby, I got plans for me and you, that’s right
I’ll be lovin’ you tonight

[Outro]
Bitch!

K. Forest – Same Energy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah ah, yeah-yeah, same energy
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah ah, same energy
Yeah, put in the same energy
Ah babe, yeah, same energy, yeah-yeah
Yeah ah

[Chorus]
I remember how you talk and baby, I got memories
So when you come and check in, have that same energy
I remember what you said so, where’s that energy
You said you gon’ do some things, so where’s that energy?
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy

[Verse 1]
Open up my notifications, like what is this?
Scroll my bar down, I know who this is
It’s this shorty from the east end, still sending me clips
I could take a risk, but it’s like hit or miss
‘Cause the last time that I hit her up, our convo got intense
Told me that she bout it and that she could bring a friend
Confirm that they do things, so like I guess you call ’em fiends
But that was like a week ago, haven’t heard from them since
You can’t be talking crazy baby, then start acting shy
All this blushing and no action girl, what did you imply?
If you know that you ain’t freaky, don’t pretend, don’t gotta lie
Any statement falsified gets no attention, no reply

[Bridge]
I don’t do show and tell, but I want you to show now
Tell you how to make sure things are parallel
Words are matching actions, actions matching words
Follow through with what you say girl, I know what I heard

[Chorus]
I remember how you talk and baby, I got memories
So when you come and check in, have that same energy
I remember what you said so, where’s that energy
You said you gon’ do some things, so where’s that energy?
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy

[Verse 2]
I was zonin’, then she hit me with a hello
Outta nowhere to distract me that’s no bueno
Check the time, okay I look down on my bezzles
Might not be kosher, but I really want her Jell-O
I want that energy, so do you need a drink?
Mix me with some Red Bull baby, now you got some wings
Just ’cause you got some wings, that don’t mean you be an angel
Bring your freaky side, make sure you leave your halo
Come through my place later, we must discuss
But you insane you sound like you in a rush
But I’m that type that has to see it, to believe
And lips aren’t A.T.M’s I know that talk is cheap

[Pre-Chorus]
Before you come here, have that same energy
Before you come here, re-charge those batteries
‘Cause I got good memory, good memory
Of what you said, said to me, said, said to me

[Chorus]
I remember how you talk and baby, I got memories
So when you come and check in, have that same energy
I remember what you said so, where’s that energy
You said you gon’ do some things, so where’s that energy?
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy (oh yeah)
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy (oh yeah)
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy (oh yeah)
Same, same, same, same, energy, energy (oh yeah)

Tim O’brien – All I Want Lyrics

All I want is, all I want is I wanna go back home*
All I want is I wanna go back home
I’m gonna plant my feet down, never more to roam
Highway Forty, highway Forty it’s a lonesome four lane track
Highway Forty is a lonesome four lane track
I got two lanes to take me, got two lanes bring to me back
Well it’s white line fever
White line fever it’s got me sweatin again
White line fever it’s got me sweatin again
I’ve been drinkin that Red Bull, jumpin outa my skin
How much I need you, how much I need you
Honey you’ll never know
How much I want you honey you’ll never know
When I get there never gonna let you go
I don’t need no road map, I don’t need no road map
I don’t need no GPS
Don’t need a road map, I don’t need GPS
All I need is some of your yes yes yes
All I want is, all I want is
I wanna go back home
All I want is I wanna go back home
I wanna plant my feet down, never more to roam

Problematicos – Mc Neguinho do Kaxeta letra

Letra Mc Neguinho – Problematicos

Ela é do toque
Mandou personalizar a Bandit
De rosa choque
Jogou no tanque o mais belo grafite.(problematicos)

Não se envolve
Pois geralmente ela faz o convite
Te deixa de bob
Ela é café, Red Bull e rebite.

À 150 subiu, acelera
E não para na capital
Se tá de 300 na frente, esquece
Que tu vai escutar só o “vral”.

Não gosta da calmaria
Exala na adrenalina
Na cama e na moto ela explode.
Tipo nitroglicerina

Na cama e na moto ela explode
Tipo nitroglicerina
(Sabe o que ela é, Jorgin?)

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fu.

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática versuri-lyrics.info
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fu.
(Ela é assim, Jorgin, ó)

Ela é uma mescla de sagacidade
Com postura de mulher
Tá offline pra vulgaridade
Sabe bem o que quer.

Ideologia pra vida
Age na pureza, só no sapatin
Amante da natureza
Adora as flores e torra um verdin.

Pra cada dia ruim
Ela devolve sorrisos
Bota o NK pra rolar, toma um drinque
Deixa o mal no prejuízo.

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fu.

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fuuu.
Mc Neguinho letras
Video Mc Neguinho

K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle)

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

Jager – Luciano songtexte

Songtexte Luciano – Jager

Negro, jagen die Mio
Auf Jack Daniels Cola, aber nicht nur das brettert
Gang-Member
Jägermeister plus Redbull
Flex, Flex
Negro, Negro.(jager)

Gib mir Jager plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Negrogeschäft, übernehmen komplett
Augen auf Benz, lieben zuletzt
Picos versuchen von hinten zu f*cken
Tun mir auf Pablos und Kilos verschiffen
Reden zu viel, sind zu viel am kiffen
Locogang-Member habn’ andere Sitten
Loyal, grade, brutal, Patte, Umfang, jagen, Schakal
Gold ist alles in Planung versuri-lyrics.info
Jagen die Mio, die Warnung
Bitch, Negros am platzen, jede legt Auge, frag dich mal warum
Negro, frag dich mal, Erfolg ist kein Glück und auch kein Zufall
Ständig auf Kopf, beklemmendes Leben, jagen den Traum, lak, was sollen wir noch reden?
Negros, ich leb’ es, Loco Verbrecher, mir steht es
Lass’ dein palaba, red nicht
Kein Verbrecher versteht dich.

Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran
Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran.

Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari mon frère
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari mon frère
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund.

Lucio, der mit dem Jägerbecher
Lucio, ja, dieser Loco-Member
Wenig redet und die Zähne brettert
Trotz hunderter Batz sich nie verändert
Stürmer Gervinho, Zehner Trikot, was für Opel Vito?
Will mein Benzer auch noch mehr Habibo
Also bretter weiter stramm ins Mikro.

Mmm, Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran
Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran.

Gib mir Jager plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari Mon Frère
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari Mon Frère
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund.

Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Ich bin in meim’ Modus
Bin in meim’ Modusss. (x4)
Luciano songtexte
Video Luciano

K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

K Camp – Rare Form Freestyle

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull