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Boo Bonic - We Can Be Heroes (Produced by. The Weeknd) Lyrics

Thu, 29 Dec 2011 18:50:26 -0500

I now would like to present…

[Verse 1]

Fucks wrong with these hoes

I done tucked all the heat flows

Keep our competition on toes, swag

Snatch your bitch because she knows, exactly how she blows

Spent weekends with The Weeknd fuckin’ bad bitches on Mo

Double L to that Y, I kill the shit I don’t try, fly

Got bad bitches that ride with us, we call that shit a drive by

Knockin’ on that do’ L I M to that O

Ain’t satisfied till I’m blowin’ sticky, me and Ricky in the front row

They tryna’ stop our flight, that’s hard to do when it’s private

He hate to brag, but that’s my shit, she ain’t listening, that’s my bitch

All we make is profit, like Muhammad; profit

Who the fuck gonna’ stop it, niggas talk that gossip

I’m tryna’ fuck, Blake Lively

SLR, Cock pit

Got flow on flow on flow dog, I don’t give a fuck, I’m old dog

Been nice for long ass time, do I give a fuck about these niggas? Like no dog

Plus I’m about to go so hard, most of these niggas like so fraud

[Verse 2]

Heard they want to book us

Then they gotta’ pay a nigga out wholesale

Bitch I know this shit so well

Tryna’ fuck, now talk, like co-sell

Now she got a man, like oh well

My niggas don’t care, they come right thru

Ride on your boo

And no they not take part and that’s why they got noble

Nigga about to grow that beard out

Don’t get your whole block aired out

No tough guy, but I like to fuck

So tell me what that bitch right there about

She choosin’ on my team

Funny thing is Philly niggas been sippin’ that lean

And a whole bunch of shit you don’t hear about

This nigga too worried about his whereabouts

No he can’t tell tear outs

Got nuttin’ on his shirt and it ain’t dried spit, bitch ass nigga tryna’ hear out

Don’t be no sucker for bitches, be like LIMOs, focus on the riches

Focus on the craft, focus on the fashion

Don’t picture me fuckin’ your bitch, Just focus on me smashin’

You dropped something, links don’t work

Computer crashin’, I rock something hit me on hype these other fashion

LIMOS

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New Order - Hellbent Lyrics

Thu, 19 May 2011 11:49:00 -0400

[1]

Old friend, what you doin’ out there?

Come inside, sit yourself on that chair

Its been a long time, since the last time

of many burdons have passed through our hands

Not end today and day in to tonight

[Chorus]

do you know what i mean? i’m trying to say im sorry

you’re the star in the sea, your not just anybody

there’s a light in your eye that i can’t seem to reach

over head, in the sky, is it shining on me? is it shining on me?

[2]

I’ve always knew, that you would not hang around

You and me were like the thieves of the town

too many girlfriends, but not enough love

too many late nights, and not enough sleep

strung out and wasted, no good in shape for

the life we tasted, there on the table

[Chorus]

do you know what i mean? i’m trying to say im sorry

you’re the star in the sea, your not just anybody

there’s a light in your eye that i can’t seem to reach

over head, in the sky, is it shining on me? is it shining on me?

open our heart, and deeds in our head, but most of the time, we stay in a place

if you go out there, your just up north, it’s a calm cool world, i slapped that door.

[Guitar Solo]

Ryan Leslie - Glory Lyrics

Tue, 19 Apr 2011 19:06:15 -0400

[Verse 1]

Listen,

They tried to put me in a box; the urban dude

A mister festival Coachella, Bonnaroo

They never really understood what I was trying to do

And had me feeling Miles Davis kind of blue

I flipped a switch and put that rock star in my show

Went overseas and had those cop cars whippin slow

They looking for me I was bad with a black band,

Eating everybody in the game; pacman

The only issue is, it’s not a game

I got these kids lookin at me sayin what a shame

He’s so underrated, he should’ve sold more

Should have had a number one record with his own tour

Look at his live show, look how he touch them keys

Look how them girls scream, when he fall to his knees

Look how he pours his heart out when he tells his story

Guess I had to spill my guts so I could get my glory

[Verse 2]

Listen,

Have you ever even seen such determination?

Despite it all, I’m still a fiend for the adulation

Everything I ever wrote I did it from the heart

Never had the top 10, but they still respect my art

I’m in the club and they still send me free bottles

Still push that G55 with a supermodel

This my reality, this aint no show brother

Go check my girl on that February Vogue Cover

Catch me whippin through the city in that silver G

Kids screamin “oh that’s Ryan Leslie”, ya they know that’s me

I’m not ashamed at all; in fact I love my story

No matter what it takes, Well imma get my glory

[Chorus]

The Glory, Give it to me, Yea

[Verse 3]

You ask me why I’m rappin, well I give you the reason

The same reason you’re hatin, when you should be believin

It’s in your heart to hate; it’s in my heart to win

So ya I’m rappin now, let the hatin begin

I write my own records, write my own checks

Wonderin which hotel and which city I’m calling home next

One thing I know for sure, one thing that’s mandatory

I owe it all to god; I give him all the glory

[Chorus]

The Weeknd - Glass Table Girls Lyrics

Wed, 13 Apr 2011 16:21:01 -0400

Bring the 707 out

Seven

Two puffs for the lady who be down for that, whatever, together

Bring your whole stash of the greatest, trade it,

roll a dog, rent a dog, cough a done, taste it

and then watch us chase it, with a handfull of pills no chasers,

dark legend on some super size papers,

she bad and her head bad, escaping, van is a wonderland

and its half past 6, three times cause time don’t exist

when the stars shine back to the crib, super star lines back at the crib

we can test out the table, got some brand new tables

hour glass and it’s four feet wide, but it’s a must to get 10 feet high

she give me sex in that hand bag, i got her wetter than a wet mat

and no closed doors so I listen to her moans echo

i heard he do drugs now, you heard wrong I been on them for a minute,

we just never act a fool, that’s just how we fuckin live it,

when we act a fool, it’s probably cuz we mixed it

ya i’m always on that okie dokie, them white boys know the deal ain’t no fucking phony

big o know the deal he the one who showed me,

watch me light this fucking beat like he fucking told me

is that your girl? Or is that a fuckin story?

She kinda bad, but she ride it like a fuckin pony

I can down on her man be her fucking story

Ya im talking bout you man, get to know me

Aint no offense though, I promise you, if you a real man do you gonna side the truth

But i’m a nice dude, with some nice dreams,

but we can turn this into a nightmare; elm street

lalalala so gone, im so gone, bring out the glass tables, bring the 707 out

bring the 707 out, bring the 707 out

Crocodiles - Billy Speed Lyrics

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 12:06:36 -0400

Yeah!

Across my heart will never die

the pain I face is across the sky, the sky

Will plan it out for us

To carve our sculptures out of dust

Billy, Billy, When you die you don’t really die you just pinch yourself up across the sky

Across my heart, across the sky,

your always burning in my heart, eyes that always keep you near

Friends may die but your still here

Billy, Billy, When you die you don’t really die you just pinch yourself up across the sky

Owww, Owww

When you die you don’t really die you just pinch yourself up across the sky

Across the sky, sky,sky(repeating)