MOSCOW SUKA Lyrics and Video Song – Yo Yo Honey Singh, Neha Kakkar, Ekaterina Sizova

All the way from Moscow
Kat (Unh haan)
It’s me Neha (ahaha..)

I love my Moscow suka
I love my Moscow suka

[Russian Vocals by Ekaterina Sizova]
Kruzhit vokrug vso bystrey
Ot tebya zhdu novostey
Bud’ zhe so mnoy posmeley
No vso ravno ne nagley
Kruzhit vokrug vso bystrey
Ot tebya zhdu novostey
Bud’ zhe so mnoy posmeley
No vso ravno ne nagley
English Meaning:
Spinning around faster
I’m waiting for news from you
Be bolder with me
But don’t be impudent anyway
Spinning around faster
I’m waiting for news from you
Be bolder with me
But don’t be impudent anyway

Yo Yo Honey Singh!
Tera good luck, tere te aa meri akh
Koka mein chadadu
Tera khaali khali lage nak
Patla ja lakk
Tenu lena billo godi chakk
Kalashnikov varga jatt
Russia ch paunda dhakk

[Russian]
Podnimi bokal v nebo
YA tvoya koroleva

English Meaning:
Raise a glass to the sky
I’m your queen

Turn the music on
Don’t let me be alone
DJ hold on
My gangsta boy come on

Deek la ke pee lai aja gatt gatt oye
Daaru ton tu tauba kare kahda jatt aein
Mein keha deek la ke pee le
Aaja gatt gatt oye
Daaru ton tu tauba kare kahda jatt aein

I love my Moscow suka
I love my Moscow suka
I love my Moscow suka (yeah, aanh)
Aanh, I love my Moscow suka

Chadheya chand, chand
Gangsta’ fun (fun)
Glock gun (gun)
Naal valaiti rann
Mere shaunk avalle (‘valle)
Meri balle balle (balle)
Haterz, pozers nu rakha jutti thalle
Jatt sirre da shikari (aanh)
Gusse di bimari (aanh)
Geet likhaan khare (khare)
Mein Gall karaari
Meri black ferrari (aanh)
Naale chitti Lambo
Hor ki vikhava thonu chaddo rehndo
Laayi main yaari, (aanh)
Neeli dagaah, (aanh)
Ishq ch v na kade mili meinu wafaa
Vafah, sajah sala kauda nasha
Chaddo fuddu gallan veere
Peg paa, unh!

Deek la ke pee lai aja gatt gatt oye
Daaru to tu tauba kare kahda jatt aein
Mein keha deek la ke pee lai aja gatt gatt oye
Daaru to tu tauba kare kahda jatt aein
I love my Moscow, suka

[Russian]
Kruzhit vokrug vso bystrey
Ot tebya zhdu novostey
Bud’ zhe so mnoy posmeley
No vso ravno ne nagley
Kruzhit vokrug vso bystrey
Ot tebya zhdu novostey
Bud’ zhe so mnoy posmeley
No vso ravno ne nagley

I love my Moscow suka
I love my Moscow suka
I love my Moscow suka
I love my Moscow suka
Yo Yo Honey Singh!

Ill Mitch – Hello Lovely Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you are good and cook me meat
I will let you wash my feet
I will help you cross the street
I will help you floss your teeth
Come to papa, heavenly dumpling
Hey baby, tell me something
We can go for walk in park
Stay up late and talk in dark
There’s no better match than us
I can help you catch the bus

[Chorus]
Hello lovely, I have missed you
Been too long since I have kissed you
With a love we are equipped
Help me get my citizenship
Hello lovely, I have missed you
Been too long since I have kissed you
With a love we are equipped
Help me get my citizenship

If you are there you won’t regret it
If you don’t I won’t forget it
I will make you bilingual
I will make you buy my single
You can cook me gruel and soup
I make you dance in a hula hoop

You’re a babe
I’m a dude
I put you in a party mood

I put my biological tuba near your scuba gear

[Chorus]
Hello lovely, I have missed you
Been too long since I have kissed you
With a love we are equipped
Help me get my citizenship
Hello lovely, I have missed you
Been too long since I have kissed you
With a love we are equipped
Help me get my citizenship

And uh.. every once in a while you really might have a bit of a food fight, sometimes it just happens
If you say some sort of uh.. joke, it’s funny if i put mashed potatoes on you afterwards, right?
It makes joke more funny
It, yes, ah and someday we will get pet together
I was thinking a ferret, it’s a good relationship first pet
Cause they’re small, they have their own cage
They’re clean

Most people I know love to have ferrets on them
They have this special ferret scent that lets people know that you like these… furry otters

Uh… and some kind of ferrets eat dust
And you can just put them on the ground
And they’ll eat the dust in the corners of your home
Around things, and they just eat this dust
Uh, in Russia, they call ferrets…
Evil removal

I did not even know hoe was a bad word
I did not even know your dad heard
When I said he had face like goat *laugh*

It was funny then, and it’s funny now!

Sorry, I’ll repaint your car
Sorry for misplacing your VHS copy of Pretty Woman
Sorry I don’t like your poetry, I think it’s simple
Sorry for falling asleep and falling in the campfire
Sorry for breaking wind
Sorry for beating up your youth pastor
Sorry for getting a private wood in front of you parents
Sorry for rapping on your parents answering machine
Sorry for showing weakness in front of your father
Sorry for *laughs* Sorry *laugh*
I’m sorry I said I wish you were a smarter woman, I don’t
So I *laughs*

Giorgio Gaber – Ci Sono Dei Momenti Lyrics

Ci sono dei momenti che ho voglia di star solo
Rinchiuso in una stanza a pensare ai fatti miei
E almeno in quei momenti la mia disperazione
È troppo più importante, esisto solo io

Vi confesso che in questi momenti
Io me ne frego di quel che succede
Me ne frego della politica
Della gente che muore ogni giorno
Dell’America, della Russia e della Cina

In questi momenti io me ne frego
Delle guerre civili
Me ne frego dell’imperialismo
Non mi importa del Vietnam
Non mi importa del comunismo

In questi momenti io me ne frego
Degli operai
Me ne frego dei licenziamenti
Me ne frego di Marx e di Lenin
Non sopporto Gianfranco Serena
I discorsi del baretto
Me ne frego, me ne frego, me ne frego…

In questi momenti vedo solo la mia vita
E la mia sofferenza è la mia sola verità
In questi momenti, cari compagni
Ributtatemi nella realtà

Vant – Parasite Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby I’m more common than you’ll ever believe
From Texas, Mississippi to the Evergreens
I’ve been to Asia via Russia, sailed the seven seas
I’m a pauper, high-roller, earthquake, summer breeze

[Chorus]
I’m a parasite, I’ll keep you up at night
I’ll haunt your dreams
I’m a nematode, I can kill you
I can set you free

[Verse 2]
I’m a present Armageddon on the Fourth of July
I’m cold and creamy, toasty, I get down, I get high
I’m in every breath you take, every truth, every lie
Underground, upside down, in the clouds, in the sky

[Chorus]
I’m a parasite, I’ll keep you up at night
I’ll haunt your dreams
I’m a nematode, I can kill you
I can set you free

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
When everybody’s gone baby, I’ll still be here
You can map the constellations with my own atmosphere
I’m ninety of a hundred, I am love, I am fear
I’m a prophet, I’m a sailor, I’m a judge, I’m a queer

[Chorus]
I’m a parasite, I’ll keep you up at night
I’ll haunt your dreams
I’m a nematode, I can kill you
I can set you free

[Outro]
I’ll set you free, free, free, free

Sabaton – The Red Baron Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man and machine and nothing there in between
The flying circus and a man from Prussia
The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain
The western front and all the way to Russia
Death from above, you’re under fire
Stained red as blood, he’s roaming higher
Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
That’s where the legend will arise

[Pre-Chorus]
And he’s flying

[Chorus]
Higher, the king of the sky
He’s flying too fast and he’s flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die

[Verse 2]
First to the scene, he is a lethal machine
It’s bloody April and the tide is turning
Fire at will, it is the thrill of the kill
Four in a day, shot down with engines burning
Embrace the fame, red squadron leader
Call out his name, Rote Kampfflieger
In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice
80 allies paid the price

[Pre-Chorus]
And he’s flying

[Chorus]
Higher, the king of the sky
He’s flying too fast and he’s flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die

[Bridge]
Higher
Higher, the king of the sky
He’s flying too fast again, he’s flying too high, he’s flying
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher

[Pre-Chorus]
Born a soldier, from the horseback to the skies
And the legend never dies
And he’s flying
And he’s flying
And he’s flying

[Chorus]
Higher, the king of the sky
He’s flying too fast and he’s flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die
Higher, the king of the sky
He’s flying too fast and he’s flying too high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die

Juice WRLD – Spanglish Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
999, oh
Daytrip took it to ten

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna fuck his main bitch (Woah, woah, woah)
I’m just toting on my stainless (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Nigga fuck ya’ and everyone ya’ hang with (Nigga fuck you)
Choppa talking, that bitch speaking spanglish (Gra, gra, gra)
Flex on that bitch like a sit-up, drink Codeine, no liquor (Huh, ya dig)
White mask on my face, I do not fuck with these niggas
You ain’t tough nigga, you’s a fuck nigga (Huh, what else)
My lil’ gun a thottie, load it up, it fuck niggas (Uh huh, fuck)
Perky in my body, I love to bust niggas (Bitch)
Bomb like Kamikaze, this K from Russia ho’ (Gra)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Fuck ’em)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed

[Verse 1]
I’m in the cut getting green like a farmer (Uh, huh)
I put the gun to your head like a barber (Uh, huh)
I fuck in your bitch in a room in Ramada (Uh, huh)
Not at the W, save me some drama (Uh, huh)
I’m taking W’s, no I ain’t not losing (Uh, huh)
Crank that gun like Soulja Boy, you (Uh, huh)
Smoke the strongest marijuana (Uh, huh)
It’ll take you the moon
I’ma admit, I’m taking the shrooms (Woo)
Gun on my hip move dirt like brooms (Yeah)
Shit, I’d rather be rich and mad
Then to be broke and hurt like you (Lil’ bitch)
Long ass barrel, pool stick
Load the clip, lose it
Beat it up, give it a fight
Fuck the bitch, abuse it (Lil’ bitch)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna fuck his main bitch (Fuck his main bitch)
I’m just toting on my stainless (On my motherfucking)
Nigga fuck ya’ and everyone ya’ hang with (Nigga fuck you)
Choppa talking, that bitch speaking spanglish (Gra gra gra)
Flex on that bitch like a sit-up, drink Codeine, no liquor (Huh, ya dig)
White mask on my face, I do not fuck with these niggas
You ain’t tough nigga, you’s a fuck nigga (Huh, what else)
My lil’ gun a thottie, load it up, it fuck niggas (Uh huh, fuck)
Perky in my body, I love to bust niggas (Yeah I do)
Bomb like Kamikaze, this K from Russia ho’ (Gra)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Fuck ’em)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed (I do)

[Verse 2]
Perks by the case load
Run up on me, case closed (Uh)
I’ma let the K blow
Let the K blow
Fucking on a slut ho’ (Lil’ bitch)
That’s your slut bro
Come and get your slut bro
Yeah she got’s to go
Suck my dick so sloppily
Put the sloppy in sloppy joe
Pull up on the scene, Monopoly
Damn that’s a money [?]
Fuck with me that’s a catastrophe
One million plus two million, bitch do the math for me (Count it up, count it up)
I’m smoking on gas, I’m chilling
These fuck niggas in they feelings (What else)
Mad cause a young nigga stay winning (What else)
Mad cause a young nigga stay shining (What else)
Mad cause a young nigga stay grinning
Take off those fake ass diamonds
Who the fuck you thought you was tricking
Who the fuck you thought you was running up on
You thought a young nigga was slippin’?
Put that bitch in the back of a Beamer
In the cut and I’m toting my nina
Spill lean on my clothes, race to the dry cleaners
I take off in that car like a cheetah
Got a Spanish bitch, that’s my amiga
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I choose hoes nigga (I choose you)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna fuck his main bitch (I choose you)
I’m just toting on my stainless (I choose you)
Nigga fuck ya’ and everyone ya’ hang with (I choose you)
Choppa talking, that bitch speaking spanglish (I choose you)
Flex on that bitch like a sit-up, drink Codeine, no liquor (Aye)
White mask on my face, I do not fuck with these niggas (Aye, skrt skrt aye)
You ain’t tough nigga, you’s a fuck nigga (Huh, what else)
My lil’ gun a thottie, load it up, it fuck niggas (Gang gang gang)
Perky in my body, I love to bust niggas (Gang gang, gang)
Bomb like Kamikaze, this K from Russia ho’ (Gang gang, gang)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Gang)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed (Gang)

[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten
Gang
999 that’s the gang
ABK that’s the gang
808 that’s the gang
That’s the gang
That’s the gang
Daytrip took it to ten

Kodak Black – ZEZE lyrics

D.A. got that dope!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I’m on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I’ma bust her wrist down ’cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin’ to death, I need a casket (Drippin’)
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I’m tryna help ’em (Free, free)
When I got a mil’, got me the chills, don’t know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I’m on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I’m more like Gaddafi, I’m not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I’m more like I’m David, Goliath runnin’ (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin’, I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can’t tell me nothin’ (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin’ got me clutchin’
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all went for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
In a Hellcat ’cause I’m a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don’t owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I’m slidin’ in a coupe, ain’t got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I’m doin’
If the police get behind me, I’m fleein’ and eludin’
Sleepin’ on the palette turned me to a savage
I’m a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I’m still jackin’
I be sippin’ on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie’s with my Reeboks
I don’t say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil’ baby ride the dick like a seesaw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam’, I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain’t what I mean
Money bustin’ out my jeans like I do the scheme

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

Travis Scott – CAN’T SAY Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got in on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain’t no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get
That lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the first time
Hoes come through just to touch us
I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

T-Wayne – Fuck Russ Lyrics

[Intro]
[?] on that beat
Yeah, foreign, foreign, foreign

[Verse 1]
I told em, fuck Russ
You ain’t shit
You a bitch
Diamond wrist, peep the drip
Water whip, Plain Jane, new Mulsanne
Shorty wanna give me brain, cuz the fame (yea, yea)
I’m coming live and direct
I got you niggas upset
Hoping out the private jet, got your bitch wet
Snake on my belt, lookin like a new pet
Cut my ex off, need a new thang
Copped a new chain and a pinky ring
Southwest airline, that’s a plain jane
I just dropped a bag and the Blue Flame

[Chorus]
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing

[Verse 2]
I’m hoppin off of a jet
I’m on a run for a check
I gotta flex
I put your bitch in a vette
Runnin up plays like I’m Brett
I got her wet
I got my gun like a sketch
Keep that bitch I ain’t impressed
Don’t give a damn bout my ex
Fuck on her friend and I jet
I want Patek Phillipe
I got my choppa on me
I fuck around in the suite
I be feelin like skreets, bitch I be geeked
Light up the sweet in a suite
I be ridin’ a foreign
You know the engine be roarin’
I’m outta space like the orbit
The whip gotta horsey
You would think it was Ralph Lauren
I’m on the track like Jeff Gordon, yea

[Chorus]
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing

Janelle Monáe – Screwed (feat. Zoë Kravitz) lyrics

[Verse 1: Janelle Monáe]
I live my life in a magazine
I live my life on a TV screen
I live my life on birth control
I lost my mind to rock and roll

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Zoë Kravitz]
And I, I, I hear the sirens calling
And the bombs are falling in the streets
We’re all screwed
And ah, ah, ah, it’s not perfect, baby
But I go sex crazy
But I feel so screwed
Sex, body
We’re gonna crash your party
Let’s get screwed
I don’t care
You fucked the world up now, we’ll fuck it all back down
Let’s get, let’s get screwed
I, I don’t care
We’ll put water in your guns
We’ll do it all for fun
Let’s get screwed

[Verse 2: Zoë Kravitz]
Wanna get screwed on a holiday
(Wanna get screwed on a holiday)
Wanna get screwed in a matinee
(Wanna get screwed in a matinee)
Wanna get screwed at a festival
(Wanna get screwed at a festival)
Wanna get screwed like an animal

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Zoë Kravitz]
And I, I, I hear the sirens calling
And the bombs are falling in the streets
We’re all screwed
And ah, ah, ah, it’s your birthday, baby
But I go sex crazy
But I feel so screwed
Sex, body
We’re gonna crash your party
Let’s get screwed
I don’t care
You fucked the world up now, we’ll fuck it all back down
Let’s get, let’s get screwed
I, I don’t care
We’ll put water in your guns
We’ll do it all for fun
Let’s get, let’s get screwed

[Bridge: Janelle Monáe]
See, if everything is sex
Except sex, which is power
You know power is just sex
You screw me and I’ll screw you too
Everything is sex
Except sex, which is power
You know power is just sex
Now ask yourself who’s screwing you

[Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Zoë Kravitz]
Let’s get screwed
I don’t care, I don’t care
You fucked the world up now, we’ll fuck it all back down
Let’s get screwed
I don’t care
We’ll put your water in your guns
We’ll do it all for fun
Let’s get screwed
I, I, I hear the sirens calling
And the bombs are falling in the streets
We’re all screwed
And ah, ah, ah, it’s your birthday, baby
But we go sex crazy
But we feel so screwed
I, I, I hear the sirens calling
And the bombs are falling in the streets
We’re all screwed

[Bridge: Janelle Monáe & Zoë Kravitz]
(We’re so screwed)
Let’s get screwed
I don’t care
Let’s get screwed
I don’t care
See everything is sex
Except sex, which is power
You know power is just sex
You screw me and I’ll screw you too
Everything is sex
Except sex, which is power
You know power is just sex
Now ask yourself who’s screwing you

[Outro: Janelle Monáe]
Hundred men telling me cover up my areolas
While they blocking equal pay, sippin’ on they Coca Colas (oh)
Fake news, fake boobs, fake food—what’s real?
Still in The Matrix eatin’ on the blue pills (oh)
The devil met with Russia and they just made a deal
We was marching through the street, they were blocking every bill (oh)
I’m tired of hoteps tryna tell me how to feel
For real

Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Jeezy & Future)

[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, foofy (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I’m goin’ to Boosie
All that dick ridin’, no lyin’
Don’t know if they’re gangstas or groupies
I can’t give a fuck ’bout these niggas
Def ain’t textin’ these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I’m on the phone with a sheik
I’m tryna cop me some gems
I’m in the coupe with a mink
I’m ridin’ facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don’t give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Jeru The Damaja – Brooklyn Took It Lyrics

JERU THE DAMAJA
Brooklyn Took It Lyrics

(Ah check it out…check it out yo) (Repeat 4x)
Here’s the remedy, for all your cornball raps
Brooklyn’s back on the map, I’m not bragging
Defeating all foes, bring your styles
I stomp out the last dragon
Grand groove, Grandmaster, like back in the days
Holding my own, on the street and the microphone
You can’t rip it, I grip it, and flip it
Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams
We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed
Or should I say jelly?
My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle
You can’t see me so you can’t hit me
You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips
Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips
Chicks gravitate towards the crooked
If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it
Chorus:
(“Brooklyn keeps on taking it” – KRS) (Repeat 4x)
Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging
Making noise from the US to Russia
Couldn’t set it, even if you wanted
So many bodies on my microphone, the shit’s haunted
Doggonnit, your girl’s on it
Record companies are on it, you can’t have it, causing havoc
Building, destroying, deploying
My rhymes on beats strategicly I melt any MC
I repre- aww f**k it, don’t even need to say it
You know the time when I start to sautee it
So niggas be having mad maws and shit
Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist
But ease up off us, or you’ll need officers
We’re deadly, there’s no cure
Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns
Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town
Serve your girl butt naked
If she’s gone, who took it?
Chorus
This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game
Try to front and we retire, MC’s set em all on fire
Scooping up the fly ladies round my microphone like a Mercedes
If I was a video game you couldn’t play me
So keep it moving, don’t play yourself
Your rhymes are ?sinna raffin?, mine quite graffing
Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz
Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer
Try to freak it, wind up in a homelsss shelter
Cause f**k what you heard, this is Crooklyn’s casa
Try to see us, and it’s an MC massacre
When we step, your state we shook it
If it’s gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it
Chorus

Musicals – Chess – Anatoly And The Press lyrics

Reporter #3: [Spoken]
Excuse me, Mr. Sergievsky, why are you leaving
Russia? What about your wife and family?

Reporters:
How long was this planned?
What made you defect?
Did anyone help you?
And do you expect
To be joined in your exile
By loved ones, e.g. your wife?
Or are you starting again
In all aspects of life?

Reporter #7: [Spoken]
Will you be defending your title next year in
Bangkok?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Walter, you bastard, you never told me you and
Global would fix all this!

Walter: [Spoken]
Welcome to the West, Anatoly.

Reporter #6: [Spoken]
Why did you leave Russia?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
I don’t leave anything!

Musicals – Chess – Embassy Lament lyrics

Embassy Officials:
Oh, my dear how boring,
He’s defecting
Just like all the others,
He’s expecting
Us to be impressed
With what he’s done here,
But he hasn’t stopped
To think about the paperwork
His gesture causes–
We’ve an embassy to run here.

If these people can’t strike
Blows for freedom
With a valid visa,
We don’t need ’em.
If we seem offhand
Then please remember
This is nothing very special
He’s the fourth we’ve had
Since last November.
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?

Official #1:
And when he’s safely in the West
He’ll be the hero to discuss.
The media will lionize him,
Fame and fortune plus,

Officials:
No-one will recall it’s
Thanks to us.

Official #1: [Spoken]
You have a wife?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes.

Official #3: [Spoken]
You have two children?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes.

Official #2: [Spoken]
And they’re not coming with you?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
No, not for the moment.

Official #4: [Spoken]
You play chess. You are good at it?
[Official #3 whispers in #4’s ear]
Oh. I hear you’re world champion.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Since yesterday.

Officials: [Spoken]
That’s still good.
[Sung]
Have you an appointment
With the consul?
If you don’t
We know what his
Response’ll be,
He will not see you–
With respect it buggers up
His very taxing schedule,
Pushing peace and understanding.
Let us hope this won’t affect it.

Far too many joker
Cross the border,
Not a single
Document in order.
Russia must be empty
Though we’re all for
Basic human rights,
It makes you wonder,
What they built the Berlin wall for
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?

And when you’ve
Filled in all the forms,
And been passed
Clear of all disease,
Debriefed, debugged,
Dedrugged, disarmed,
And disinfected, please
Don’t forget the guys
Who cut your keys.

Shia LaBeouf – Hattrick Freestyle Lyrics

Me again
It’s heat again
Thats three of them
You’d think I was trying to achieve something
What’s the reasoning?
What’s been eating him?
Why’s he got this gusto?
I just finished playing tennis like I’m John McEnroe

Compare me to Brando, Eminem
Pen to pen
I’m better then him and him
20 men, 2 teams of QM’s, with new gems
Who all know him, could speak fluid
I just do this
The truth is, I’m Kubrick
You lose this
Your roof is in jeopardy
Ebro, needs no accessory
Please know you equal a cent to me
Your raps Phil Spector g
Alive for a century
Maintaining impressively

Give him a hand, not applause
His draws is hitting the sand
Can’t get it
Cause attempting Risks shit in his pants
Ignorant, insignificant man
The difference is damn!!!!!
Thats me and your like, “Uh-huh”
You better hide like Trump with Russia
You from the side where guys be stuck up
I’m from the side where guys get…

Emailing Ben to get at me
While I’m in Tallahassee
Pull my phone start writing in taxis
Paying the flat fee
Making it nasty
Great like I’m Gatspy
At you like you owe me
Re-cooper like Bradley
So you agree?
Are you beaten or what?
You got the demeanor.. of a vacuum-cleaner
You suck
Your archeology
I’m the shit—I’m colostomy
Eat you for the novelty
Harbor no animosity
This is all for fun and for free
Just killed rap’s bougoisie
You not hip-hop, you’re
Youre MM-Bop
Just an obscure fruit my dude your kumquat
I’m cultured
I’m umlaut
Above t-dot
That’s three dots like texts when your thinking bout the response
Connection
That’s my profession, holmes
I’m an accessible spectacle
I’ll be in Atlanta when my schedule’s flexible

Dealing with dummies both of you should take some classes The masses ask for this hat trick
Eating red vines and the guy who writes on sunglasses
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
This my last line cause you cats ain’t rapping much

P Money –

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA
Minimum wage? Promoter, behave
Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage
And three hotel rooms, prepaid
Got a big lyric called “what did he say?”
When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?”
But I don’t repeat it on the third line
But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?”
Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up
In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up
If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up
DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up
I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda
I got clarity, dem man dududududu
I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up
But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 2]
Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang
Probably the first grime man in Japan
Every single MC that clashed me ran
Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans
Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me
Put together dubstep and grime, that was me
Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia
Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me
If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army
You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie
Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me
I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi
My conservative labour works more than a party
Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party
Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind
If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 3]
Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold
Made a lot of bangers, [?]
“Slang Like This”, man, you already know
“10/10” now, you already know
Younger than them but I was one of the seniors
Badded up festivals and I done arenas
They ain’t even done this and they was on a major
I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots
Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger
They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer
They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder
They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad
Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad
All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad
Lowkey at the show so we go in the back
When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

B.o.B – Summers Day (Elements Album)

If money is your God who’s your devil?
If everybody die what make’s you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it’s crowded
Okay now I’m acting childish but hey
Don’t force your religion on me
And I won’t force my non-religion on you
Truth’s the only thing I’m devoted to
So am I equal or just boredom to you
So Bobby, fourth album how does it feel?
Ever wonder why every artist run out on they deal?
The price you pay to sell out record stores
When they say they sell they soul it’s not a metaphor

Yeah
I wonder if JFK tried to warn us a storm was around the corner
Most of these law enforcers just force us all in a corner
They make it harder for the foreigners
Your son your wife and you daughter
And make it hard to support them
I’m just here to inform ya
The power structures enormous
Speaking out on these topics is like swatting a nest of hornets
They come from the left and right
They swarm our bodies like garments
With chemicals here to harm us
After you bust your ass they tax your ass for a portion
That’s parasitic behavior
How dare they minimum wage us
How dare you mention a pay cut
Like we here to read the terms and conditions
And they betrayed us
Don’t need permission to wake up
‘Cause silence is your consent for them to consistently wake us
Let’s go

Let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go
Let’s go
let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go

My mentality is post apocalyptic
I think in hieroglyphic
We live inside a system that’s mostly monolithic
America the company who owns the title?
Shit. I don’t know it could be Russia or China
That’s why they identify it as property
Born in the robbery
No Robin Hood
If Satan had a house it’d be in Hollywood
Walking away is the most difficult part
Red carpet for the ritual start
They know they can’t keep me in check
Or keep me asleep with a check
As long as there’s breath in my chest I’m pressing these niggas to death
I’ll never regret
The past that I lived
Or the path that I took
I run when I needed, with every step

let’s go
Let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go
Let’s go
let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go