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Drake ft. 21 Savage - Sneakin’

Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:07:31 +0300

[Intro: Drake & Skooly]
Yeah
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God's doin', man, you can't plan it
But if the devil's in the details, then I'm Satanic
'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it
My accountant say you sinkin' like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitchin' underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really, when she get to talkin', I don't understand it
You ain't own it right away, you had to wait on n*****
Man, I'm only twenty-nine, have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label, n****
I just pop up with the music then they pay a n**** (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
s*** ain't been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yuh

[Chorus: Drake & 21 Savage]
n***** keep reachin' and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
n***** keep reachin' and dissin'
Put me in a f*****-up position (Yah)
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (21)
Make me call my bro (21, uh)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic
When I come around, these rapper n***** start to panic
And they pockets goin' under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstandin'
They was hatin' on me then and they hatin' now (Hatin' now)
She was playin' with me then but she waitin' now (21, 21)
Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now (Mansion)
I was fightin' n***** then but I'm sprayin' now (Blastin')
I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss (Nope)
I won't spend a dime on a freak b**** (Broke)
n***** takin' cheap shots on some cheap s*** (21)
They the type to stand in line for some free s*** (Broke b****)
Baby girl gon' suck it till her jaws locked (Suck it up)
She gon' make me put my b**** on call block (f*****' up)
We the ones poppin', we the ones shoppin' (21)
We the one droppin' n*****, we the ones (We the ones)
They the ones duckin' when them heaters come (21, 21)
You that n**** snitchin' on your people, huh? (Shh)
21 Savage a.k.a. The Reaper, huh (21)
p**** n***** gettin' shot for all that reachin', huh (Ya dig?)

[Chorus: Drake & 21 Savage]
n***** keep reachin' and dissin' (Shut the f*** up)
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (Count the f*** up)
Make me call my bros for assistance (21)
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (Bros)
n***** keep reachin' and dissin' (Hol' up)
Put me in a f*****-up position (21)
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro, dawg

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don't need love, I'm the GOAT, I just hit the beat and float
And I'm sellin' out arenas but you puttin' on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
'Cause if I don't share the wealth
Then how the f*** we supposed to grow?
Mom's stressed, there's a lot of things we need
Chain smokin' in the house, it's hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my Ts with Febreze
Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese
I'ma turn this TSX into a Benz soon
I'ma see a lot of blessin's for my friends soon
Hunnid-fifty-inch screen in my bedroom
6'1", man, a n**** need some leg room

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
s*** ain't been the same like before
They ain't even wanna look up at the score
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yuh

[Chorus: Drake]
n***** keep reachin' and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
n***** keep reachin' and dissin'
Put me in a f*****-up position
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro, don't

21 Savage & Metro Boomin - No Heart

Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:05:37 +0300

[Intro]
Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey
Metro Boomin want some more, n****

[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***** cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these n***** p**** and I'm hard
I turn that f*****' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your a** in the back
Stuart Little, heard these n***** some rats
Pockets full of cheese, b****, I got racks
I'm a real street n****, b****
I am not one of these n***** bangin' on wax
p**** n***** love sneak dissin'
'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol
Sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade, started playin' football
Then I was like f*** the field
Ninth grade, I was knocking n***** out
n**** like Holyfield
Fast forward, n****, 2016
And I'm screamin' f*** a deal
Bad b**** with me, she so thick
I don't even need a pill
I listened to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
n***** love sneak dissin' on Twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these n***** play like they tough
'Til a n**** get killed
'Til a n**** get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one

So what's up with all that Instagram s***?

Y'all p**** n***** fakin'
b****, I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your b**** naked

Yeah, n****, f*** all that, ask your b**** how my d*** tastes

[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***** cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these n***** p**** and I'm hard
I turn that f*****' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, n****, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
n***** actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know, they b****** f*****' on the tour bus

[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***** cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these n***** p**** and I'm hard
I turn that f*****' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, n****, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

21 Savage ft. Future - X

Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:04:49 +0300

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ten bad b****** in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock, them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard, then your money start expandin'
I got model b****** wanna lick me like some candy
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Savage, b****, but no, I'm not Randy
Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a Plan B
And I'm sippin' on that codeine, not Brandy (21)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Hah, hah, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-b**** (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hold up)
I was just flexin' on my ex-b**** (Hold up, hah, hah, ha)
Hold up, I was just stuntin' on my ex-b**** (Hold up)
Hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up) I'm just flexin' on my ex-b**** (21, 21, 21)
f*** a wedding ring, I bought a necklace (21, 21)
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this (21, 21)
I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet (Hah, woah, woah)
All these b****** salty, they can't stand me (Hah, woah)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Future]
Flexin' on that b****, hold up (Flexin' on that b****, hah)
Bought a necklace on that b****, hold up (21, 21)
Her friend gon' lick me like a fruit, roll up (Roll, up, roll up)
She in her feelings on the 'Gram, grow up (Savage)
21, flexin' on that b****, hold up (Hold up)
I ain't textin' back that b****, hold up (No way, no way)
I ain't stressin' 'bout that b****, hold up (Savage)
21 gon' get the stick, hold up
Hold up, hold up, b****, I like to ball (Like to ball)
Hold up, hold up, without no weave, you bald
Hold up (b****), b****, I spent your rent inside the mall (21, 21)
Hold up, she got a n****, but he broke, she lost (Savage)
Hold up, at this private location
Hold up (Hold up), put her back in rotation (Woo)
Hold up, b****** on me, immigration
Hold up, goin' through the translations

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Future]
Hah, hah, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-b**** (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hold up)
I was just flexin' on my ex-b**** (Hold up, hah, 21)
Hold up, I was just stuntin' on my ex-b**** (Hold up, hold up)
Hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, n****) I'm just flexin' on my ex-b**** (21, 21, 21)
f*** a wedding ring, I bought a necklace (21, 21, 21)
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this (21, 21)
I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet (Hah, hah, hah)
All these b****** salty, they can't stand me (Woo, hah, woah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Future]
Hold up (Hold up), b****, my Rolex on fleek (On fleek)
Hold up, b****, my diamonds on fleek (Bling, blaow)
Hold up, I got gold on my teeth (Hold up, on my teeth, teeth)
Hold up, you got Rainbow on your feet? (Broke b****, Savage)
Hold up, corny n***** don't impress me
Hold up, never let a b**** dress me
Hold up, can't no motherfuckin' judge check me
Hold up, I don't give a f*** about no ring (Yeah)
Hold up, money make my old b****** hate me
Hold up (Hold up), b****, you still stay on Section 8 (Broke b****)
Hold up, my new b**** wetter than a lake (Wet as f***)
Hold up, and she love to let me paint her face (21)
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, ripped them confidential papers up
Hold up, you done made me wake my savage up (21, 21, hold up, yeah)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, 21 Savage & Future]
Hah, hah, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-b**** (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hold up)
I'm just flexin' on my ex-b**** (Hold up, hah, 21)
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-b**** (Hold up, hold up)
Hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up), I'm just flexin' on my ex-b**** (21, 21, 21, Savage)
f*** a wedding ring, I bought a necklace (21, 21)
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this (21, 21)
I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet (Hah, hah, hah)
All these b****** salty, they can't stand me (Hah)

[Outro: 21 Savage & Future]
Ten bad b****** in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock, them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard, then your money start expandin'
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Hendrix, b****, but, no, I'm no Jimi
Hit her with no condom, shipped her right back out the country
And I'm sippin' codeine, tats all on my stomach

21 Savage - Bank Account

Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:04:00 +0300

[Intro]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow
Wow, wow, wow, ow, ow, ow, ow

[Verse 1]
I buy a new car for the b**** (For real)
I tear down the mall with the b**** (For real)
You can't even talk to the b**** (No)
She f****** with bosses and s*** (On God)
I pull up in 'Raris and s*** (Skrrt)
With choppers and Harleys and s*** (For real)
I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)
You wearin' Lacoste and s*** (b****)
Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (Yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (In jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (On God)
Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (Bling)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Ching)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad b****, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)
b****, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (b****)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)
The skreets raised me (Wild), I'm a whole b****** (Wild, wild, wild)
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrt)
n***** tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

[Chorus]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account (On God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down (On God)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, dog (Yeah; huh), nah, for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, n****? Get you killed, dog (Wet)
Wanna tweet about me, n****? Get you killed, dog (Wet)
Killed dog, I'm a real dog (21), you a lil' dog (21)
Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasin' mills, dog (Yeah)
Dunk right in your b**** like O'Neal, dog (Wet)
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (Fast)

[Chorus]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account (On God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down (On God)

[Verse 3]
Ruler clip, sent a ruler hit
Pull up on your b****, she say that I got a ruler d***
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah s***
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no f*** 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your b****, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me
b****, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a n**** wanna get busy with me
'Rari matte black, and I got a Bentley with me

[Chorus]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account (On God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down (On God)

[Outro]
Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket
b****, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action
The skreets raised me, I'm a whole b******

21 Savage ft. J. Cole - a lot

Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:03:08 +0300

[Intro: 21 Savage]
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many n***** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many n***** done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you f*****' around with these thots? (A lot)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Every day that I’m alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I’m 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch

[Interlude]
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really f***** me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many n***** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many n***** done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
f*** around with these thots (A lot)

[Interlude: J. Cole]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
Before I left, I stopped by to see my n**** 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand-up n****, I love seein' s*** like that

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
n***** ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Some n***** make millions, other n***** make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don’t want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I’m batting a thousand
It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
f*** it ’cause my n**** 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they f***** up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my n****
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my n****
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my n****
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, n****

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many n***** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many n***** done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
f*** around with these thots (A lot)

[Outro]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-

Post Malone ft. 21 Savage - rockstar

Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:02:08 +0300

[Intro: Post Malone]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*****' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
f*****' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Ayy)
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (Ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my f*****' show in a cop car (Ayy)
s*** was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band", ayy, ayy
Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred b****** in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*****' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
f*****' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Post Malone]
I've been in the Hills f*****' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad b****** jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (Bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that)
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (Big snack)
Green hunnids in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks)
L.A. b****** always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21)
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (Ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
I've been f*****' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
f*****' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Grra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a—
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a—

Kanye West ft. Big Sean, Pusha T, 2 Chainz - Mercy

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:02:18 +0300

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Woah, believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (Boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Boy)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that a** shake (Shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move: that's an a** quake
Built a house up on that a**: that's an a**-state
Roll–roll–roll my weed on it: that's an a** tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day–day? (Huh?)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And n***** still hatin'
So much hate, I need a AK (AK)
Now we out in Paris, yeah, I'm Perrierin'
White girls politickin', that's that Sarah Palin
Get–get–get–get–get–gettin' hot, Californicatin'
I give her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yuugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-Man, this pill-poppin' a** ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin': that's exorcist
My Audemars like Mardi Gras
That's Swiss time, and that's excellence
Two-door preference
Roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo
Lambo Murciélago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we go, we do it pronto, it's like—

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe (Swerve)

[Bridge: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
Cuh when time it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times
And it still have one more time left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West & 2 Chainz]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the s***
Tell 'em gimme fifty million or I'ma quit
Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo, my b**** make your b**** look like Precious
Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly
Now the whole party is melting like Dalí
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby (Yah)
n***** is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and n***** in Jordans (2 Chainz)

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz & Big Sean]
Okay, now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin' champagne on the airplane (Tell 'em)
Spit rounds like a gun range (Baow)
Beat it up like Rampage
Hundred bands, cut your girl
Now your girl need a Band-Aid (Damn)
Grade A, A1
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin'
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yep)
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost four thousand
Now I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain (Rain) pourin' (Pourin')
All my cars is foreign (Foreign)
All my broads is foreign (Foreign)
Money tall like Jordan

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve, believe)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe, believe, believe

A$AP Rocky ft. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar - Fuckin’ Problems

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:03:10 +0300

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake, A$AP Rocky]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem (Yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, b******, simmer down (Uh)
Takin' hella long, b****, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh)
Never met a m*********** fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I'm the n****, the n****, n****, like how you figure? (Yeah)
Gettin' figures and f*****' b******, she rollin' Swishers
Brought her b******, I brought my n***** (Uh)
They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh)
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Alright)
They say money make a n**** act niggarish (Uh)
But least a n****, n**** rich
I be f*****' broads like I be f*****' bored
Turn a dyke b**** out, have her f*****' boys, beast (Hahahahaha)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the n***** you been leadin' on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a f*****' read-along
Ain't a f*****' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju— okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that s*** you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a n**** I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then m***********, get to bustin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long-d*** n**** ain't for the long talkin', I'm beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley now
Vacayed in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali (Mm)
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I f*** 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a n**** don't exist
Girl, I know you want this d***
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mm)
A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car (Mm)
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mm)
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holler back, I'll do ya, beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Produced by 40 & Drake]

Chance the Rapper ft. 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - No Problem

Tue, 29 Sep 2026 05:09:59 +0300

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis & Chance The Rapper]
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep! Igh!

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper]
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dreadhead n***** in ya lobby, huh huh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hands
Countin' Benjis while we meetin', make 'em shake my other hand, huh
Milly rockin', scoopin' all the blessings out my lap
b**** I know you tried to cheat, you shoulda never took a nap, hey
f*** wrong with you? What you were thinkin'?
f*** you thought it was?
You talk that talk that make a lame-a** n**** fall in love
Not me, though, b****, you can keep those
Bruh, I'm at your head like Craig did Deebo
Don't tweak, bro, it's never sweet, ho
My shooters come for free, so

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper & Lil Wayne]
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dreadhead n***** in ya lobby, huh, huh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & 2 Chainz]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, you bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Yep, yep
Pull up in the new thing, I'm like
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
(Yeah, 2 Chainz)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
You old Petey Pablo, take your shirt off
Wave 'round your head like a helicopter
I ain't put enough weed in the blunt
All you do is smoke tobacco
Where the hell you get them from?
Yeezy said he ain't make them
My n***** chasin' bounty hunters
And gettin' chased by their baby mamas
My first tat was on my stomach
Got a pocket full of money (Money)
And a mind full of ideas
Some of this s*** may sound weird
Inside of the Maybach
Look like it came out of Ikea
Run s*** like diarrhea (True)
Big yacht, no power steering (Yeah)
Aye, aye, captain (Ooh!)
I'm high, captain (A-alright!)
I'm so high (I'm so high)
Me and God dappin' (Alright)
This is my blessin' (Yeah)
This is my passion
School of hard knocks
I took night classes

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Yep
Pull up in the new thing, I'm like

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got problems bigger than these boys, yeah
My deposits, they be on steroids
Lord, free the Carter, n***** need the Carter
Sacrificin' everything, I feel like Jesus Carter
Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up
My woes up, I'm flippin' those bucks, they doing toe tucks
I rolled up and let the smoke puff
I lay down, toes up
Hold up, get too choked up when I think of old stuff
Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
In the streets my face a coupon
Her p**** too warm
All these b****** come to do harm
Just bought a new charm
f*** the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm
I'm Uncle Luke with the hoes
Pretty b******, centerfolds
Tippy toes around my crib in they robes, just their robes
Half a milli' in the safe, another in the pillowcase
Codeine got me movin' slower than a caterpillar race
f*** wrong with you? What you were thinkin'?
What you thought it was?
I just popped five Percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waitin' in the lobby
Mula, baby

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Chance The Rapper]
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
They say so, ridin' with the payo'

There he go

[Produced by BrassTracks]

25 Авеню/25 Avenue - Move On The Block

Mon, 28 Sep 2026 05:01:49 +0300

[Part 1 - Hunzo]

Это были мечты
Я домой приносил
Журналы на которых Jay Z прыгал в лимузин
Jordan - постеры баскетбол
И наклейки на стол Biggie Smalls

Да мы все родом из Russia
Но я рос Под бенгеры Usher'а
Ready to die на моем CD
На кассете Nate Dogg и Warren G

(Damn!)
Low - High, stay High на колесе
Стиль палят все, you know i'm saying
И я как в сказке
На блоке каждая девочка строит мне глазки
(Biatch!)

Еду под N.W.A или Хронику Dre, да это не L.A
Важно не где а с кем, а твой вайб
4 моих колеса - мой west side

[Part 2 - Hunzo]

(Hunzo uh)
Like that
It’s like’s this
It’s like’s that
(And uh)

And like this
Follow kitsch?
Not my way
You know biatch!

Еду не один
(с ho)
Крузим а не стелим мы
(Cruisin)
Призываю вайб ковбеллами

Weast coast style как Монолит
Поливаю flow под glow minimog'a lead

(Skrt skrt skrt)

Зови меня poppa
(Smalls)
Grove ожидает толпа
(Damn)
Это ради вайба и не волнует банк
Я дарю им чилл
Это Trap Funk
(Это Trap Funk!)

Во флейках страйп
Cypress hill
Wheel band white

Магний скретчет об асфальт
Low ride, Low ride

(Three wheel move)
I pay i play
Have no pain
Now so fine

Магний скретчет об асфальт
Low ride, Low ride

(Hey!)
Just move on the block
Продолжай чил тайм
Пока я сушу бак

Ей идёт наш стиль
Для меня это знак
Давай прыгай назад
Ну и кто же тут Mack?
(Huh)

Да это был хороший день
И не важно где
Ведь среди своих людей
Ты можешь сделать все свои мечты
Быть может твой west side
Это там где ты?
(Это там где ты.)

Cardi B ft. 21 Savage - Bartier Cardi

Fri, 11 Sep 2026 05:05:23 +0300

[Intro: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body
(30, you a fool for this one)
Shinin' all over my body
Bardi, put that lil' b**** on molly, Bardi
b**** on molly (Cheeze)
21, diamonds all over my body
f***** that b**** on molly (KSR)
Ask him if I'm 'bout it

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your b**** wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrt-skrrt, 21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (My body)
Cardi got your b**** on molly
b****, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck, lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f*** up a check in the Flame

[Post-Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who? Cardi?)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Who get this m*********** started? Cardi
Who took your b**** out to party? Cardi
I took your b**** and departed Cardi
Who that be fly as a Martian? Cardi
Who that on fleek in the cut? Cardi
Who got the bricks in the truck? Cardi
Them diamonds gon' hit like a b**** on a b*****-a** b****
b****, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a b****
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
.50 with the kick, moonrocks in this b****
I'm from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (Trunk)
b****, if you bad then jump (Jump)
Might leave your b**** in a slump (Your back)

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your b**** wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrt-skrrt, 21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (My body)
Cardi got your b**** on molly
b****, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck, lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f*** up a check in the Flame

[Post-Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Your b**** wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (Yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don't eat p****, I'm fastin' (On God)
I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'
b****, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin'
Told the waitress, I ain't tippin'
I like hot sauce on my chicken (On God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)
I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)
All these VVSs, n****, my sperm worth millions (On God)
The b**** so bad, I popped a molly 'fore I hit it (21, 21)

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your b**** wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrt-skrrt, 21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (My body)
Cardi got your b**** on molly
b****, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck, lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f*** up a check in the Flame

[Post-Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who? Cardi?)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Step in this b**** in Givenchy (Cash)
f*** up a check in Givenchy (Cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I f*** up a bag at the Fendi, I f*** up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I'm poppin' s*** like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew, brrrt, poppin' at you (Woo)
They say you basic, I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your b**** and she naked
Ice on the cake when I bake it
I'm switchin' lanes in the Range
Swap out the d*** for the brain
Swap out your b**** for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, b****

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your b**** wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrt-skrrt, 21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (My body)
Cardi got your b**** on molly
b****, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck, lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f*** up a check in the Flame

[Post-Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p**** on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who? Cardi?)

25/17 - Наше лето

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 19:23:23 +0300

Это лето — наше лето, вспоминай его
Без спасательных жилетов прыгаем в окно
Дымом-дымом да коньячными пробками, а я
Мимо-мимо, ты, biach, такая робкая
Ты глоток вина, как молодая Орнелла Мути
Ты собой пьяна, так голодна, и давай замутим
Ты как Моника Беллуччи, да-да, даже лучше
С тебя как с поники глючит, помню, был случай
Ведь она тебя погубит, смешон
Не губами, так грудью смущён
А говорили тебе люди, и чё?
Кто эти судьи? Бычьё
Ведь носоглотки ждут, сохнут, за белым ушёл ходок
Кадык колготки жмут, мокнут, ты чуешь там холодок
Осталась только похоть: ахать на хате да охать
Осталось только сдохнуть с хрипом на плахе: «Так плохо»
Лиловый негр не подаст манто, твой духовник
Лиловый бомж проткнёт прутом и снимет пуховик

Как собаки, синего дыма полные рты
Злые злаки, невыносимо робкая ты (А ты)
С горкой воды горькой во рты (А ты)
Я не забыл, помни и ты
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше

Нас не спасут, на экране детка-Голливуд
Горою грязная посуда, люди к людям льнут
Я тут уже давно, считай, уже который год
Играет «Freelove» Depeche Mode. Может, выпьешь? Вот
Дунули в падике, едем на Патрики
Буду ли пиво? Буду. Чипсы Pringles Паприка
Ты словно виджей МариКа, и этот хриплый голос грудной
Да я не нарик (Да я не нарик), просто бледный и худой
Какое дело нам до них? Скорей ко мне ложись
Мне так хотелось вникнуть своим телом в твою жизнь
Покажись мне, как видение визионеру
И мы примерно пыхтели, как пионеры
Пенсионеры смотрят вслед, тебе семнадцать лет
Но я не стану воровато озираться, нет
Девочки-припевочки, лавочки-скамеечки
Ты поступила, а я нет. Привет, армеечка

Как собаки, синего дыма полные рты
Злые злаки, невыносимо робкая ты (А ты)
С горкой воды горькой во рты (А ты)
Я не забыл, помни и ты
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э
Наше лето, эйо, наше лето, э-э

Сюжетец так себе, характер на нуле
Корешок на спинке стула царапает «АУЕ»
Я смотрю в учебник: буквы, будто поддатые, падая, пляшут
В каждой точке мне мерещится твоя пятая
Я зажимал тебя в уголке в падике
Я пробовал на ощупь бугорки-впадинки
Ты красила синяки, расчёсывала манту
Поверь, в подъезде безопасно, как у Господа во рту
Тянутся на заводы шеренгами муравьи
А давай смеяться в морды шалелой твоей родни?
И пускай нас хает отчим из-под заячьей губы
Мы чьи-то тамагочи, но не знаем, чьи, увы
Мы маленькие дети, против нас полчища
И страсть, как чекушка, разлилась в полчаса
Детство, как и лето, закончилось навсегда
Привет, серое небо, что мочится под себя

Как собаки синего дыма полные рты
Злые злаки, невыносимо робкая ты (А ты)
С горкой воды горькой во рты (А ты)
Я не забыл, помни и ты
Наше лето, наше лето
Наше лето, наше лето
Наше лето, наше лето
Наше лето, о-о-о (А ты)

Tamiga & 2Bad - Heaven

Sat, 23 Apr 2022 08:27:28 +0300

Don’t you break my wings
Like those before you
Cause I never loved someone
Like i love you

I was falling free
When you caught me
In your hands of silk
And showed

Pre refren:

You showed me how to love
You showed me how to trust
You showed me a true love

You showed me how to smile
Just stay a little while
And show me a true love

Refren:

You are my haven
You're my safe heaven
That's why i savor
Every time with you

V2:

You can confess your sins
Cause i won't judge you
Just put your trust in me
And i will show you

Tell me your secrets babe
Cause i won't judge you
Just put your trust in me
Cause you showed me

Tamiga & 2Bad - Fly With Me

Sun, 17 Apr 2022 05:17:06 +0300

V1:

I know it's love
cause all the stars
Are fading away
We’ll see them together someone day

I need you bad
To stay with me
Don t Take it away
I know we'll see them one day

Pre ref:

Sometimes I feel you
From miles away
Sometimes I miss you
So come back to me

Sometimes I dream you
And I love the night
Cause I can hold you
Babe you are my light

R:

So fly with me now
Up to the sky
Over the rainbow
Only with you

V2:

I love your smile
You're deep blue eyes
I'd stay a while
Dressed with your arms

So stay with me
Just one more night
Boy set me free
Then take your flight

BRIANNA & 3RIN - Lips Lips by Monoir

Fri, 29 Oct 2021 04:06:41 +0300

I want your lips, lips on my lips
But nobody has to see this
So listen to me (x3)

I can imagine
Your love around me
It took my breath away

Wish I could tell you
If I could see you
Whats going on with me

I want your lips, lips on my lips
But nobody has to see this
So listen to me (x2)

So come and find me
I’ll let you have it
I know you like this way

No hesitation
Just stick around me
Won’t let you go away

I want your lips, lips on my lips
But nobody has to see this
So listen to me (x2)

So tell me what you want
I got no time for games
I couldn't stay away
From your touch, no longer

I want your lips, lips on my lips
But nobody has to see this
So listen to me (x2)