Sunday 21 April 2024 11:44 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Suffer In Silence is the brand New track by American rapper, singer, and lyricist “Tee Grizzley”. Suffer In Silence Song penned by Tee Grizzley and Chopsquad DJ, and the music produced by Chopsquad DJ.
Suffer In Silence Lyrics By Tee Grizzley
(The Melody) (DJ On The Beat, So It’s A Banger) Ayy
Whether It’s Sunny Outside Or It’s Rainin’ (Either Or) I Say I Fu*k With You, Nigga, We Gangin’ (We Locked) I Go Off Loyalty And How You Treat Me, Ain’t Nobody Tellin’ Me Shit That’s Gon’ Change It (Fu*ked Up) Suffer In Silence, Ain’t With The Complainin’ (Uh-uh) They Be Like, “Grizz, Why Don’t You Be Hangin’?” (What?) I’m Too Important To Be Out Here Danglin’ Plus If Niggas Trip, Then I’m Makin’ ’em Famous (Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) You Know I Come From The Ghetto, I Wasn’t Just There, I Was Standin’ On Shit In Them Slums (Exit 9) Ridin’ In Stolies With Smoke In My Lungs We Pop Out With Fullies, Ain’t Nowhere To Run (Come Here) Now I Got Mansions, Maybachs, Bentleys, Pateks, Prezis, They Know How We Come (Shit) Somebody Call My Pr, Tell ’em Hit Nike, B!tch, I’m ’bout To Go On The Run (Out Of Here)
You Know My Killers Ain’t Nothin’ Like Yours, Them Boys Gon’ Score, For Sure, For Sure (For Sure) Call Up Your B!tch When I’m Bored, The Way That She Suck It, I Ought To Record This Whore (Hahahaha) Nah, I’m Just Playin’, I’m Happily Married, Ain’t Signin’ No Papers, Won’t Make It To Court (No Cap) When You Took That Ring, I Hope You Know You Signed Your Life Away, Baby, It Ain’t No Divorce (No Cap)
I Keep My D!ck In My Pants, It’s Hers Glock On My Everywhere Except For New York (Uh-huh) Urus In Corsa, Don’t Like It In Sport ‘stead Of A Bus, I May Take It On Tour (Yoom) I’m In The Jungle, Doin’ Senega, Rapé, Aya’, Camo, Shrooms (Medicine) I’m In The Trenches, Know I’m A King And My Boys On Go, Don’t Even Put On A Move (Go, Go, Go)
I Ain’t Just Talkin’, I Showed These Niggas Did It By Myself, I Don’t Owe These Niggas (Shit) I Made Them M’s, I Stood On The Couch At The Top Of My Lungs Like, “I Told These Niggas” (Told These Niggas) Ain’t Done Yet, Still Gon’ Be Bigger (Still Gon’ Get It) Ain’t Done Yet, Still Gon’ Get Richer (Still Gettin’ To It) Ain’t Shit Changed, Still Feed My Killers Better Come With All Dracs, You Want Me Out The Picture (B!tch)
Pull Up On Me (Pull Up On Me), Do You Love Me? (Love Me) Is You Gon’ Do Anything For Me? (I Need To Know) Can I Trust You? (Can I Trust You?) Can You Show Me? (Gotta Show Me) I Hear You Talkin’ (Hear You Talkin’), But We Gon’ See, Baby (Yeah, Aight)
Whether It’s Sunny Outside Or It’s Rainin’ (Yeah) I Say I Fu*k With You, Nigga, We Gangin’ (Yeah) I Go Off Loyalty And How You Treat Me, Ain’t Nobody Tellin’ Me Shit That’s Gon’ Change It (Fu*ked Up) Suffer In Silence, Ain’t With The Complainin’ (Shut Up) They Be Like, “Grizz, Why Don’t You Be Hangin’?” (What?) I’m Too Important To Be Out Here Danglin’ Plus If Niggas Trip, Then I’m Makin’ ’em Famous (Boom, Boom, Boom) You Know I Come From The Ghetto, I Wasn’t Just There, I Was Standin’ On Shit In Them Slums (Standin’ On Shit) Ridin’ In Stolies With Smoke In My Lungs We Pop Out With Fullies, Ain’t Nowhere To Run (Uh) Now I Got Mansions, Maybachs, Bentleys, Pateks, Prezis, They Know How We Come (Shit) Somebody Call My Pr, Tell ’em Hit Nike, B!tch, I’m ’bout To Go On The Run (Out Of Here, Nigga)
Sunday 21 April 2024 11:54 AM UTC+00 | Tags: punjabi-songs
Busy Doin Nothin is the brand New track by Punjabi (Indian) singer and lyricist “Prem Dhillon”. Busy Doin Nothin Song penned by Prem Dhillon, and the music produced by San B .
Busy Doin Nothin Lyrics By Prem Dhillon
Hoye San B Play This Beat!
Oh Sadde Bina Ho Jaye Sunja Shehar Ni (Oye) Oh Otthan Nu Tan Hi Aa Ni Bukki Da (Brrr) Tainu Kude Aivein Yatt Aap De Satthon Theka Aa Najayaz Att Chukki Da (Ha-ha-ha)
Sunday 21 April 2024 12:03 PM UTC+00 | Tags: spanish
ANDO (English Translation) is a New Song sung by JERE KLEIN. ANDO (English Translation) Song was written by JERE KLEIN, and the music produced by Gitto, Furia, Mateo On The Beatz, and El Murciélago.
ANDO Lyrics In English Translation
Gi-Gi-Gitto, Where Are You? Ha Ha Ha Just Tell Me How Long I'll Keep Waiting For You You Just Call, I'll Fall Right There I Don't Know Tomorrow, But I Think About You She Wants Them Not To Talk To Her About Love, She Wants Them To See Her Shining
I'm Going To Sing For You So That You Get Me Wet I Open You Like The Doors Of The Lambo And That Rich Totito Sucks You
And If It's That I Die Tomorrow (Tomorrow) For Me You Were The Only One I Remember You Smoking Marijuana Coming To You With My Music
I Fell In Love With A Whore And Believe Me, I Don't Fall In Love My Only Love Is Silver And I Look More Handsome Alone Be The Captain Of This Wave Seriously, I Prefer To Be Alone Many Want From Me, But Na', Na', Na' Well, Mommy, I'm Here For You.
I'm Going To Sing For You (Ah) So That You Get Me Wet (Yes) I Open You Like The Doors Of The Lambo And That Rich Totito Sucks You
I'm Counting Millions (Au!) With The Fury Spending In The District Partying And In The Truck We Are Rattling
And The Gile' Envying Each Other All The Women Getting Wet I'm Being Targeted, I Know That I Don't Know, I Just Know What
I'm Going To Sing For You (Ah) So That You Get Me Wet (Haha!) I Open You Like The Doors Of The Lambo And That Rich Totito Sucks You
And If It's That I Die Tomorrow (Tomorrow) For Me You Were The Only One I Remember You Smoking Marijuana Coming To You With My Music (With My Music)
Yesterday I Cried For A Whore And Believe Me, Woman, I Don't Cry The Only Thing I Think About Is A Lot Of Money Pitch That, Leave Me Alone I Really Like Guns. And The Crocodile, Mommy, Is Gold I Uploaded A Couple Of Photos To Instagram, Haha! Now They Want Everything From Jere No More
Ha Ha! Ah (The Bat, Mommy) Brr
I'm Counting Millions With The Band Spending (Cash) In The District Partying And In The Truck We Are Rattling
And The Gile' Envying Each Other All The Women Getting Wet That's What We're Looking At, I Know That I Don't Know, I Just Know What
Sunday 21 April 2024 12:10 PM UTC+00 | Tags: spanish
Gata Only(English Translation) is a New Song sung by FloyyMenor and Cris Mj. Gata Only (English Translation) Song was written by FloyyMenor and Cris Mj, and the music produced by Big Cvyu.
Gata Only Lyrics In English Translation
Ayy
Mami, I Feel You Far Away, Tell Me Where You Are I Want To Fu*k You, I’m Gonna Take You Away Let Yourself Go, Turn Off The Cellphone ’cause If You’re With Me, Nothing Will Happen To You Just Let Yourself Go Baby, Watch Out For The Play I Want It With You And You Want It With Me Tell Me If It Happens, Brr
Ba-ba-baby, Go On, Get Ready For Me, Follow Me You Are Like For Me And I Am For You Girl, You’re Alone, Send Me Your Location Move Your A*s To The Rhythm Of The Tiktok That Girl Ran Away With Me And Nobody Noticed At Home Because With Me That Baby Had A Great Time Tonight Girl, Put The Cellphone On Airplane Mode You’re My Crazy Girl And I’m Your Crazy Guy You Make Yourself For Me And I’ll Go All In
Mami, I Feel You Far Away, Tell Me Where You Are (Ah-ah) I Want To Fu*k You, I’m Gonna Take You Away Let Yourself Go, Turn Off The Cellphone ’cause If You’re With Me, Nothing Will Happen To You Just Let Yourself Go Baby, Watch Out For The Play I Want It With You And You Want It With Me (Mj) (Tell Me If It Happens)
Ba-ba-baby, Go On, Get Ready For Me, Follow Me You Are Like For Me, I’m Your Brad Pitt Girl, You’re Only, Send Me Your Location Move It, Dance To The Rhythm Of The Tiktok That Girl Ran Away With Me The One Who Fu*ks Her Is Me I Stole Her When We Were Young
Another Night Giving You (Eh), Giving You (Eh) Touching You (Eh), Heating You Up Climaxing On Top Of You (Okay) Moaning In My Ear (Ha) And I Keep Making Her Fall In Love, Giving Her Presents, Buying Stuff All Day Long Whatever You Want, Mamita Now We’re Drifting Apart, I’m Not Seeing You, The Days Go By Being Alone Is What You Prefer Come And Give Me A Chance To Grind On You To Get You All Wet Down There Another Night Giving You, Giving You Toching You, Heating You Up
Ba-ba-baby, Go On, Get Ready For Me, Follow Me You Are Like For Me, I’m Your Brad Pitt Girl, You’re Only, Send Me Your Location Move It, Dance To The Rhythm Of The Tiktok That Girl Ran Away With Me The One Who Fu*ks Her Is Me I Stole Her When We Were Young
Ayy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) You Already Know Who, You Already Know Who We Are (Ayy) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Floyymenor Cris Mj “El Más Que Suena” (Ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah) Floyymenor We’re Killing It, Brr, Ha (Mami, I Feel You Far Away, Tell Me Where You Are) (I Want To Fu*k You, I’m Gonna Take You Away) (Let Yourself Go, Turn Off The Cellphone) (’cause If You’re With Me, Nothing Will Happen To You) You And Me In La Serena On The Avenida Del Mar (I Want It With You And You Want It With Me) (Tell Me If It Happens) Tra, Tra, Tra, Tra, Tra, Tra, Tra, Tra Haha Muah Just So You Know
Sunday 21 April 2024 12:56 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
HeliMAn is the brand New track by American rapper, singer, and lyricist “Yeat”. HeliMAn Song penned by Yeat, Synthetic, xbrvdy, FLOWRENCY, and Jack Zorana, and the music produced by Yeat, Synthetic, xbrvdy, FLOWRENCY, and Jack Zorana.
HeliMAn Lyrics By Yeat
(Yeah) (Woo) Huh, You Outside, Don’t Get Rolled Up Yeah, We On The Side (Side) Yeah, You Was Outside, Yeah, You Was Outside All Again (Phew) I Got The Front Door Locked, (Woo) Uh, You Ain’t Comin’ In, Hey Bag After Bag, On The Week (Yeah) Bag After Bag, I Can’t Sleep (Bag After Bag) Yeah, Real Geek Man, I’m A Geek (Yeah), Huh-uh (Eh) Yeah, Huh, Stop Sayin’ All That You Live, Huh, Stop Sayin’ You So Real, Uh Stop Sayin’ You Get Money, Yeah (Woah), You Ain’t Never See No Deal, Uh You Say You Kill Everybody (Shh), You Ain’t Never See No Kill, Huh I Like Bein’ On Private Jets, ’cause I Don’t Even Like Feelin’ Real And We Send ’em Sideways, And We Send ’em Sideways And We Send ’em Goin’ Out The Front Door On Holidays Yeah, We Get You Fu*ked Up, On Curbs On The Line Way Yeah, We Get You Fu*ked Up, Get Bent Like An Archway (Hey) B!tch, I’m On The Beach Again, Got Two M’s I’m Like Eats Again (Hey) I Been On These Flights Again, They Might As Well Call Me “Heliman” (Woo, Woo) They Say How I Do That? I Told That B!tch, “I Say Ain’t Elegant” They Say I Do It Different? Yeah, I Got Too Rich, I’m Like, “Yeah, Man”
They Ain’t Never See My Side, Huh, You Ain’t Never See My Side (What?) You Ain’t Never See My Shooter (Hold Up), Huh, You Ain’t Never See My View, Huh I Pull Up Two By Two (Eh), I Pull Up Two By Two (Eh) I Ain’t Even Need No Reason, I’m Gon’ Pull Out Lil’ Dude (Eh) They Say They Wanna Chop It Like Us, Yeah, They Not No Head, Man (Chop) You’re Gonna Get X’d Out On The Cross, Yeah, Not No Red (Cross) Side By Side, Side, We Got Big Trucks And Big Guns (Err) They Ask Where I Came From, I’m The Holy One Put It On The Sun, Put It On The Moon, Yeah Tell Me What The Fu*k You Do Before You Gonna Do It Tell Me How The Fu*k I Look Before You Ever Suit It I Forgot This Money On Me, I Don’t Ever Pursue It
(Yeah) (Woo) Huh, You Outside, Don’t Get Rolled Up Yeah, We On The Side (Side) Yeah, You Was Outside, Yeah, You Was Outside All Again (Phew) I Got The Front Door Locked, (Woo) Uh, You Ain’t Comin’ In, Hey Bag After Bag, On The Week (Yeah) Bag After Bag, I Can’t Sleep (Bag After Bag) Yeah, Real Geek Man, I’m A Geek (Yeah), Huh (Eh) Yeah, Huh, Stop Sayin’ All That You Live, Huh, Stop Sayin’ You So Real, Uh Stop Sayin’ You Get Money, Yeah (Woah), You Ain’t Never See No Deal, Uh You Say You Kill Everybody (Shh), You Ain’t Never See No Kill, Huh I Like Bein’ On Private Jets, ’cause I Don’t Even Like Feelin’ Real And We Send ’em Sideways, And We Send ’em Sideways And We Send ’em Goin’ Out The Front Door On Holidays Yeah, We Get You Fu*ked Up On Curbs On The Line Way Yeah, We Get You Fu*ked Up, Get Bent Like An Archway (Hey) B!tch, I’m On The Beach Again, Got Two M’s I’m Like Eats Again (Hey) I Been On These Flights Again, They Might As Well Call Me “Heliman” (Woo, Woo) They Say How I Do That? I Told That B!tch, “I Say Ain’t Elegant” They Say I Do It Different? Yeah, I Got Too Rich, I’m Like, “Yeah, Man”
They Ain’t Never See My Side, Huh, You Ain’t Never See My Side (What?) You Ain’t Never See My Shooter (Hold Up), Huh, You Ain’t Never See My View, Huh I Pull Up Two By Two (Eh), I Pull Up Two By Two (Eh) I Ain’t Even Need No Reason, I’m Gon’ Pull Out Lil’ Dude (Eh) (Chop) (Cross) (Err)
Sunday 21 April 2024 01:06 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
44ever is the brand New track by American rapper, singer, and lyricist “Logic”. 44ever Song penned by Logic, 6ix, and PoST, and the music produced by 6ix and PoST.
44ever Lyrics By Logic
Yeah, Ayy
Day One, Day One, Day One This For My Day Ones, Fu*k About A Fake One Smokin’ That One To One ’til It’s All Done And Post Give Me That Good Shit In Atlanta, Wish A Motherfu*ker Would, Shit Uh, Hotter Than Teflon, Sippin’ Liquor With Efron Sippin’ Liquor With Zac In The Back Of The Green Room Yeah, That’s Me And My Team Room, Ayy Me And Khalifa Done Hit Like A Million Cities, Got A Million Bitties Wishin’ They Could Get In But They Can’t Soon As They See Me, They Faint Feel Like Mick Jagger In ’76, Huh Got ’em All On My D!ck
Bobby Boy Bringin’ That Kick Like Kung Fu Kenny, Not Many Can Fu*k With Me A Lot Of You Fu*k With Me, And I’m Grateful They Stuck With Me, Like Yeah Ayy, One To The One, Come Get It Done, Know I Never Run Motherfu*ker Finna Run And Get The Gun When They Hear That Boy Spittin’, They Shittin’ Themselves Like, “Oh My God, I Need A Witness For What I Just Witnessed
I Think I Need Witness Protection” No, I Can’t Fu*k With Injections Yeah, That’s Just Me And My Section Feel Like Someone Done Gave Me An Injection Forty-four, Four-four, Forty-four, Four I’m Comin’ To Kill This, I’m Bringin’ The Illest Why You Think They Feel Us? I Know Give A Fu*k ’bout Your Feelings, I Know Make A Killin’ And Willin’ I Know I Get Bills Like I’m William, I Know
B!tch, I Get That Money When I Flow On A Need-to-know Basis All You Niggas Is Basic Watchin’ Every Single Move I Make Like You Just Got That Lasik, But You All On That Fake Shit One Time Comin’ For The Boy Like, “Woo” Comin’ For The Boy Like, “Eee” Everybody Want A Little Bit Of The Way That I Do It, They Do It, But Not Like Me B!tch, I Got The Gang With Me, Watch ’em Bang With Me, Watch ’em Bang With Me Like, “Uh” No, It Ain’t The Same With Me Since I Changed, Fu*kin’ With The Fame Got Me Like, “Huh” Everybody Want A Little Bit Of The Boy, But Nowadays, They Just Can’t Fu*k With Me I Could Give A Motherfu*k ’bout The Rap Game, The Game, The Game, Now I’m Finally Free
Tell Me Who Fu*kin’ With Me? 6Ix On The Beat Is Like God On The Beat Pardon My Ego, There He Go Thinkin’ He God On The Beat Y’all Know I’m Rhymin’ Elite My Rhymin’ Don’t Never Deplete Fu*k Are They Rhymin’ About? I’ma Rap ’til I Can’t Even Speak
Confirmation (Remix) is the brand New track by American rapper, singer, and lyricist “Yung Bleu”. Confirmation (Remix) Song penned by Yung Bleu, Javi Beats, Hitmaka, OG Parker, D. Sheats, and Lil Wayne, and the music produced by Hitmaka, OG Parker, D. Sheats, and Javi Beats.
Confirmation (Remix) Lyrics By Logic
(Hitmaka)
Makin’ Love To You Feel So Strange Now ’cause We Done Got So Distant And I Just Don’t Know How But I Know That He Don’t Make You Feel How You Supposed To Feel And I’m Hopin’ You Can See This Clearly Just Call My Phone When You In My City
’cause I Need You And You Need Me Head On My Chest, I Feel You Breathin’ Better Fu*k Me Good, Don’t Tease Me She Said, I Can Show You A Few Things, So Watch Me Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This (Pop It Just Like This) Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This (Ooh, Just Like This) Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This (Pop It Just Like This, Ayy, True) Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This
Makin’ Love To You (We Be Makin’ Love) Feel So Strange Now (Yeah-yeah, Yeah-yeah-yeah) ’cause We Done Got So Distant (Yeah, Yeah) And I Just Don’t Know How (I Just Don’t Know How) But I Know That He Don’t Make You Feel How You Supposed To Feel And I’m Hopin’ You Can See This Clearly (Brrt) Just Call My Phone When You In My City
Huh, She Got That Throwback Pus*y That Mean I Know That Pus*y So I Ain’t Gotta Pull Up At The Front, I Backdoor That Pus*y, Uh I Tell Her Throw That Pus*y, Uh, Tic-Tac-Toe That Pus*y Tell My Ex I Owe That Pus*y, Uh Them Other Niggas Fu*k That Pus*y, Then They Ghost That Pus*y She Know I Support That Pus*y, I Endorse That Pus*y I Put My B!tch Below That Pus*y And Explore That Pus*y And She Know I’ma Stand On Business Like A Doormat Pus*y Lil Tunechi
Makin’ Love To You (You, Ooh, Makin’ Love To You, Feel So Strange) Feel So Strange Now (Feel So Strange Now, Feel So Strange) ’cause We Done Got So Distant (’cause We Done Got So Distant, Yeah) And I Just Don’t Know How But I Know That He Don’t Make You Feel How You Supposed To Feel (Feel, Yeah) And I’m Hopin’ You Can See This Clearly Just Call My Phone When You In My City
No Makeup On But You Still Look Pretty Go Deep Inside, Makin’ Sure You Feel Me Better Fu*k Me Good, Don’t Tease Me I Can Show You A Few Things, So Watch Me Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This (Pop It Just Like This) Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This (Ooh, Just Like This) Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This (Pop It Just Like This) Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop It Just Like This
Credits:
Song:
Confirmation (Remix)
Vocals:
Yung Bleu & Lil Wayne
Written By:
Yung Bleu, Javi Beats, Hitmaka, OG Parker, D. Sheats & Lil Wayne
