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Lyrics Fetty Wap – High thoughts

Shawty says she dyin’ to take a trip
Shawty says she dyin’ to make a flip
Smoke twenty-eight grounds on my zip
And this perky got me thinking I’m the sh*t
Talking to the shawty like this
Baby is you’re gonna let me hit
Baby is rolling up to split
I hopin’ all your friends were to sh*t
Baby we could .. be a Cruize
F*ckin’ .. I’ve never lose
Please don’t let the nigga make the noise
Nigga that be with me cartoons
Baby I’m the leader of the zone
Get into making niggas move
Never know how to follow niggas rules
I’m an itchy boy, I’m banging the rules
Come and take a walk up in my shoes
Five million .. on the crew
I was saving money like a Jew
When I spent 2 million on my Jewels
I .. I got more money than you
My future I was busing maneuvers.(high thoughts)

I was working it was taking the school bus
And my Ferrari I just parked where my school was
Niggas hatin’ I don’t really give to f*cks
Six Mercedes and I got me a few trucks
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Two Ferrari’s and they practically useless
Love my ..
See me smiling cause I’m always coming dope
I’ve been countin’ money wherever I go
I ..
She gonna be wherever I go
She gonna be like baby give me more
She .. runnin’ meet me to the door
Oh, I’m like no
I have a ticket and I’m watching on my chain
If I’ve new Jersey .. on my name
You pay usually cash me with my gang
We’re insane, as when I bang
Yeahhhh!
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Lyrics Snails – Only want u

I’m running out back to you, back to you
I’m running out back to you, back to you.(only want u)

You, I’ve seen that before
Maybe want you like
Only wanna you
I’ve seen that before
Maybe want you like.

(I’m running out back to you)
I’m running out back to you

I’m running out back to you, back to you
I’m running out back to you, back to you.

Don’t .. holding round
I’ve seen that all
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Before the feeling comes back
I’m tryna .. on higher ground
Before the feeling comes back.

(I’m running out back to you)
I’m running out back to you

I’m running out back to you, back to you
I’m running out back to you, back to youuu.
Snails lyrics
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Below are the complete “How To Play The Flute” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Below are the complete “Firebreather” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

Firebreather lyrics

Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that sh*t looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Turn the block to Woodstock
Retire? Don’t think that I could stop
Jet-ski the way I ride the beat
[?] I’ma die knowing that I did me
I got some words and I cannot let them die in me
This is arena status
Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter?
Make some good music, get what you put in
Get out and go and leave the planet
Now what the hell did you think this is?
We born worth dying, in-between we live
Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a gospel
Roll the dice, nah, I ain’t betting on tomorrow
Chain looking like Orion’s belt
Jacket looking something like a lion pelt
Had to take a break and find myself
They put me in a box by myself
The same writers criticizing my rhymes
Are the same writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy
I can’t even see the hate, I should probably check my eyes
I got 50,000 phones pointed at me in the sky

[Chorus: Reignwolf]
Between a rock and a hard place
Cold blunted with a stone face
Fire breather, fire breather
Born under a blood moon
But the sun is coming up soon
Fire breather, firebreather
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire breather, fire breather
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire breather, fire breather

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[Verse 2: Macklemore]
What the f*ck you think I’m doing it for?
Hungry like it’s my rookie year, and I’m new to the sport
The game is tied up, they looking at you in the fourth
Do you take the shot or pass it, this is ten-thousand hours
And I’m working on my Master’s, liabilities, and assets
And I’m showing up to practice, shooting early, getting baskets
There’s no [?] to my style, I’m just a freckle-faced f*ck
The animal in the jungle, running, hunting with the habit (Woo)
Abracadabra that [?] was magic
[?] want it, Madonna is on me dancing
I’m sorry mama, I got it, I know I should mind my manners
I’d probably go double-platinum if I could think of an ad-lib
I’m jazz Prince, I rap a lot
I grew up on Scarface, now Brad’s my dog (Woo)
Irish goodbye, sayonara and we mobbing
Put the nail in the coffine, motherf*cker, I’m on one

[Chorus: Reignwolf]
Between a rock and a hard place
Cold blunted with a stone face
Fire breather, fire breather
Born under a blood moon
But the sun is coming up soon
Fire breather, firebreather
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire breather, fire breather
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire breather, yeah, fire breather

Below are the complete “Levitate” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

Levitate lyrics

I said, woo, don’t make me
Break out the Valour suit and the Stacey’s
Give me a baseline and a break beat
Fuck around on the dance floor make a baby, watch me
Got a cane with a gold tip
Gucci ice cream tat type flow, bitch
I could make it rain, but I won’t, sh*t
Cause I’m cheap, motherf*cker and I don’t tip
Watch out, I’m about to pull this new watch out, ta dow
Putting in work, we don’t clock out
How’bout, we go and cut the rug at the pow wow
Get to movin’ and breakin’ and poppin’ like Miles, now
Electric Boogaloo
She moving that body like a booty in a hula hoop
Gave her that look like, “You don’t know what I do to you”
And she was like “Oh my god, I just Googled you”
Jerry curl, [?] on some Mario Lopez
Last call, then we go and hit the coat check
Lyft outside, “Buenos noches”
Now tell that motherf*cker, take us back to the homestead

[Chorus: Otieno Terry & (Macklemore)]
Now take your shoes off in here
We don’t need to talk (We don’t need to talk)
I said “I’m shooting for the moon, baby”
Now watch me walk (Watch me walk)
I don’t need no gravity, honey, I’m an astronaut (I’m an astronaut)
Just wanna see ya levitate, and I’ma watch (I’ma watch)

[Post-Chorus: Otieno Terry]
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hey now, hey now
Alright now, alright now
Gon’ levitate, gon’ levitate
Gon’ levitate, gon’ levitate

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[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Oh sh*t, she just gave me her number
You now dealing with the Irish hustler
Like a 2002 Usher
[?] burnout, I’m wearing a rubber
Plaid on me, dancing like a one man army
Turn a funeral into a dance party
Meet the Holy Ghost I’ma catch me a body
You don’t want to see me when I start doing the zombie, Thriller
[?], barbeque chip, Percy Miller, that’s a rat snack
I’m a fat dad, got some fat abs
Sweating like I’m eating jalapeños at a [?]
You ain’t on the level, got a medal for the flash dance
You ain’t f*cking gigging, what the hell you getting mad at?
I pulled up in that purple thing
I didn’t dress like Prince in Purple Rain
Lions, cheetahs like the circus came
And I should charge everybody to observe the game
Pour shots, [?], f*ck cops
Invite the whole neighborhood to a party on my block
Rock a booty, juicier than a cumquat
Boyfriend mean mugging, little buddy, f*ck off

[Chorus: Otieno Terry & (Macklemore)]
Now take your shoes off in here
We don’t need to talk (We don’t need to talk)
I said “I’m shooting for the moon, baby”
Now watch me walk (Watch me walk)
I don’t need no gravity, honey, I’m an astronaut (I’m an astronaut)
Just wanna see ya levitate, and I’ma watch (I’ma watch)

[Post-Chorus: Otieno Terry]
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hey now, hey now
Alright now, alright now
Gon’ levitate, gon’ levitate
Gon’ levitate, gon’ levitate

[Outro: Otieno Terry]
Gon’ get down, we gon’ get down
Get down, say you gotta get up
Don’t sit down, don’t sit down
Two steppin’ till the sun come up, come on
We gon’ get down, get down
Get down so you gotta get up
Don’t sit down, don’t sit down
Two steppin’ till the sun come up, come on
Gon’ get down, we gon’ get down
Get down so you gotta get up
Don’t sit down, don’t sit down
Two steppin’ till the sun come up, come on
Gon’ get down, we gon’ get down
Get down so you gotta get up
Don’t sit down, don’t sit down
Two steppin’ till the sun come up, come on