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21 SAVAGE
Bank Account Lyrics

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She f**king with bosses and shit (on God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas 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

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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, yeah (On God)

Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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, yeah (On God)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no f**k ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 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, yeah (On God)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard

ADOETTE
Alive Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s a summer night out
With our heads in the clouds
We think we got it all
When we’re away from the crowd
Just a few outsiders
With dreams that just fall apart
Yeah, we make some mistakes
We learn we’re back to the start

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re not wastin’ time
Feelin’ fine
We can touch the sky
Feel the breeze on the ride

[Chorus]
Maybe a little bit hopeless
Maybe a little bit tired
You can’t try to stop us
Cuz this brain’s rewired
Maybe a little impatient
While we’re on this drive
Feelin’ alive-live
Yeah, we’re alive-live

[Verse 2]
He lifts us up when we’re down
He takes away all our frowns
Bringing us peace when we cry
When we’re in pieces and whine
Perfectly imperfect, orderly out of order
We try to fix up the wounds
And we don’t know what for

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re not wastin’ time
Feelin’ fine
We can touch the sky
Feel the breeze on the ride
Yeah, we’re outta line
But this is our time

[Chorus]
Maybe a little bit hopeless
Maybe a little bit tired
You can’t try to stop us
Cuz this brain’s rewired
Maybe a little impatient
While we’re on this drive
Feelin’ alive-live
Yeah, we’re alive-live

[Bridge]
Live, live
(I’m a-live)
Live, live
Maybe not so hopeless
Maybe not so tired
He’s there to guide us
Our paths rewired
We can be a little bit patient
While we’re on this drive
Feelin’ alive-live
(Live)

[Chorus]
Maybe a little bit hopeless
Maybe a little bit tired
You can’t try to stop us
Cuz this brain’s rewired
Maybe a little impatient
While we’re on this drive
Feelin’ alive-live
Yeah, we’re alive-live
I’m a-live (Live)
I’m a-live (Live)
I’m a-live (Live)
I’m a-live (Live)

COLDPLAY
Aliens Lyrics

We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight

Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight

Just an alien

We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says

Fly if you want to
That’s alright
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line

Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime

Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

QUEEN ARI
Honeymoon Avenue Lyrics

I looked In my rear view…….But then I see crashing burns but they’re now really (hitting note) ahead of us (x2) baby you know how to drive in rain im just soakin’ the pain baby coastin’ like crazy lets just go back to the way it was I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper to bumper traffic im goin’ through pressure cuz I can’t help the words lets just go back to the way it was when we were on honeymoon avenue honey moon avenue baby coasting like crazy lets just go back b-b-back

TROY SNEED
Kept By His Grace Lyrics

(Lead)- If you ‘re kept by the grace of God
let me see you clap those hands
clap those hands
clap those hands

(Choir)- Ooo Clap your hands
Say amen
Ooo he’s been good
been real good

(Lead)- If you’re thankful for his Grace
let me see you clap those hands
clap those hands
clap those hands

(repeat the choir) 2x

(vamp)
He’s been good
Been real good
(repeat this set 8x)

You’ve been better to me
Than I’ve been to myself
(repeat this set 4x)

Everybody clap your hands
Let me see you clap your hands
He’s been good to you
clap your hands