Juice WRLD – Tick Tock (In The Air) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 1]
Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain’t family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Whoa)
I gave it to her ’cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin’ (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I’m leavin’ him leakin’ (Uh-huh)
I’m shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don’t do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it’ll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I’ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin’
Smokin’ this kush got my eyes Japanese-in’
I gave her defense, she take the offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I’m in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real nigga business, don’t get involved (Yeah)
Ain’t yo business, bitch I’m a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it’s all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I’m on top, ooh, they surrounding (I’m on top)

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 2]
I drop a three in the 20 I’m leanin’
I put a light on my gun and it’s beamin’
That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, ’cause she swallow my semen
I don’t want pints of the Wock’ bitch I need it
I don’t need Perkys but damnit I’m fiendin’
Your nigga told you he richer than me I said “Wake up lil’ nigga you know that you dreamin’”
Whoa-oh
I’m in my prime, tick tock
Look at the time, big Glock
That is a 9, get off
Takin’ off like NASA, huh
Finna give you left right like catches, huh
Everyday I wake up cashin’, huh
In the bitch pussy I’m splashin’, huh
Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
She do the yayo for fashion
Haters designing my fabric
I’m really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin’, yeah
Goin’ through it, they recorded me pullin’ up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
Don’t got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin’
Got my gun aimin’ at any rat movin’
Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
If you don’t like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
Leave yo head off your body, I’ll chop it like suey
I’ve come to realize that I rule the world right now
And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
It’s my life, it’s my world
It’s your bitch? Fuck it, no it’s my girl

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

LION BABE – Rockets (feat. Moe Moks)

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

LION BABE – Rockets (feat. Moe Moks)

[Intro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Verse 1: Jillian Hervey]
Fly high like I’m NASA
Pull my hips like the salsa
I’m like butter on a lobster
We live, we live
Got me singin’ like I’m Chaka
Ooh I’m workin’ in mi casa
Young queen Cleopatra

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Verse 2: Moe Moks]
Congo, wear my rasta
Merengue with a [?]
We eat fishes with the pasta
We live, we live
Been feelin’ like a popstar
Heavy drinks, I’m a rockstar
The young king with the roadster

[Pre-Chorus: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young

[Chorus: Jillian Hervey]
All these spaceships and rockets (high)
Got me feelin’ high (high)
On my spaceship I’m rockin’ (high)
Fall into the sky (high)
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky
Fall into the sky

[Outro: Jillian Hervey & Moe Moks]
We live, we live
High, high
High, high
I just want y’all to chill to record
We live, we live young
[?] to this
We live, we live
[?] to this
We live, we live young
Sex and [?] to this
We live, we live
We live, we live young
We live, we live
We live, we live young
All these spaceships and rockets
High, high
High, high

Jacob Sartorius – Hit Or Miss lyrics

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realize as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

How, how you doing? Girl tell me what it do
I see you with your friends but I’m tryna kick it with you
Thought you already knew, but you didn’t
I’m tryna roll with you so I can show you how we livin’
And I been on a mission tryna take you to the dance floor
We go up like NASA to the places that they can’t go
But what’s your name though? Didn’t even ask her
These other girls fake, I see through them like Casper
Get it, get it, get it

‘Cause girl you got me thinking we could really do it
This could be our chance I don’t wanna lose it
If you don’t think I care bout you I’ma prove it
And by the way, I really like the way you move it
So let’s keep going, don’t gotta stop
Please don’t worry about tomorrow, we just live it up
I know that there used to be girls in the past, but I forgot
Now you the only one all up in my thoughts

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realized as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

What you thinking? I think I need some Blues Clues
Losing my mind just to make sure I don’t lose you
So please just let me know, my heart’s a metronome
And if it stops beating then that means I’ll let you go
And now you know I’m glad I met you though
Because the second we connected, girl, our love is so electrical
And yeah, you way above the typical
So come with me and we can make it ’cause you never know
Get it, get it, get it

‘Cause girl you got me thinking we could really do it
This could be our chance I don’t wanna lose it
If you don’t think I care bout you I’ma prove it
And by the way, I really like the way you move it
So let’s keep going, don’t gotta stop
We ain’t worried ’bout tomorrow, we just live it up
I never be thinking ’bout those other girls, you all I got
It’s a hit or miss, come on baby take a shot

I heard that life gets hard when you’re older
And the fun stuff’s just for kids
But what I realized as I grow up
Is that it’s just a hit or miss

So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright
So let’s not worry about tomorrow-ow-ow, nah-nah, nah-nah
We all good, baby we alright

Bitch – Ugly God lyrics

Lyrics Ugly God – Bitch

Bitch. (x17)

No I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
B*tch I’m a disaster, bite your b*tch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a KAPA b*tch
Boy I’m broke as f*ck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA b*tch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA b*tch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin.

B*tch. (x17)

B*tch you know my handle, hump your b*tch just like a camel
B*tch I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a b*tch I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper then the sewer
All my niggas shooters piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I f*cked her with no condom but no worries b*tch I’m neutered.

B*tchhh. (x33)
Ugly God lyrics
Video Ugly God

B.o.B – Stanley Kubrick (Elements Album)

[Hook]
Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break, walking on
Walking on the moon

[Verse 1]
B.o.B, what the hell you doing?
What the fuck does Stanley Kubrick have to do with
Astronauts and moon men
Who the hell you fooling?
Fuck you and this whole stupid flat Earth movement
Well, if you don’t like it sue, even science proves it
You’re a college student, shouldn’t be assuming
Green screen, sound stage, sound proofing
Time to film a movie shoot
Gotta use my tools in the glass case
Astronaut suit footprint don’t match the boot
Been to the moon once and ain’t been back since
And I’m just trying to figure out where the tax dollars went
NASA

[Hook]
Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break, walking on
Walking on the moon

[Verse 2]
Not a huge fan of the award for the best rapper
But they give the moon man award to the best actor
Guess we must go straight to the source and let’s ask NASA
Uh, how do you explain the occurrence of lunar waves?
Why do we only see one half of the lunar face?
How do you explain air bubbles if you in space?
Why is it so important to lie to the human race?
Million mile internet that travels light years
But they can’t show a space shuttle re-enter the atmosphere, okay
To blast off you gotta practice Freemasonry
An acronym that stands for Not A Space Agency

[Hook: B.o.B]
Some may say, I’m wishing my days away, no way
And if it’s the price I pay, some say
Tomorrow’s another day, you’ll stay
Walking on, walking on the moon