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[Chorus]
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin’, let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney’s
I love these bitches, hardly

[Verse 1]
To my [?] soldiers, [?] restin’ up
[?] everyday that I’m blessed as fuck
[?] he a’ wet you up
You lackin’ no cheetahs we a’ catchin’ up
You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan
Dinner is ready, nigga come get some
Ain’t no one-on-ones, nigga one is one
Don’t make me lace up and play run and gun
I’m in these streets, I’m walkin’ like
I’m in this foreign, I roll [?]
My hair not down, I run it up
Only thing I can give is zero fucks

[Chorus]
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin’, let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks, to Barney’s
I love these bitches, hardly

[Verse 2]
Feelin’ hardly in them hundred car seats
Treat a tour bus like a fuckin’ RV
Pardon we, we finna crash a party
Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin’ art piece
Take the gang, hit the road
What we live by, is a code
I’m on an ocean, I rode the bus
There’s certain shit I can’t discuss
[?] it loves licks
Go send your shots [?] bricks
I’m too authentic, you counterfit
Choppers start glitchin’ when it’s tampered with
Smoked a lot of it, a pound of it
Two bitches, sandwich it
[?] lines of [?], Fanta it
[?] finish line, rental it
I fucked so many crazy hoes, I’m out my mind
And you can smack me, if I was lyin’
I [?] with me, I peep [?]
Who tryna’ stop me, I said who tryn’

[Chorus]
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin’, let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks, to Barney’s
I love these bitches, hardly

In the morning I’m not done sleeping
In the evening I guess I’m alive
That’s alright I can still peel myself up sleepwalking
In a ghost town
Think I’ll never leave my couch again
‘Cause when I’m out I’m moanin’ in my mind

Christ was born; I was there
You know me, I’m around
I got friends
Hey wait where was I?
Well I am trying

When I’m driving I found I’m dreaming
Jammin tunes and drifting
And it’s just that sometimes I want to pull over
Open up and stay in
Raindrops might fall on my head sometimes
But I don’t pay ’em any mind
Christ was here you just missed him
Now I’m out going down 2nd
To all the stores to see my friends
To find kinks, buy whores

Knew he was a killer
First time that I saw him
Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted
But if he’s a ghost then I can be a phantom
Holdin’ him for ransom
Some, some boys are tryin’ too hard
He don’t try at all though
Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so
I see nothing better, I keep him forever
Like a vendetta-ta

[Pre-Chorus]
I-I-I see how this is gonna go
Touch me, and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
(Are you ready for it?)

[Verse 2]
Me, I was a robber
First time that he saw me
Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry
But if I’m a thief then
He can join the heist
And we’ll move to an island-and
He can be my jailer
Burton to this Taylor
Every lover known in comparison is a failure
I forget their names now
I’m so very tame now
Never be the same now, now

[Pre-Chorus]
I-I-I see how this is gonna go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know
(No one has to know)

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
(Are you ready for it?)
(Ooh, are you ready for it?)

Post-Chorus]
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin

[Bridge]
I-I-I see how this is gonna go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
In the middle of the night

[Post-Chorus]
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
(Are you ready for it?)
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
(Are you ready for it?)

Lyrics Harry Styles – Two ghosts

Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see.(two ghosts)

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need
Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean.

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghooosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be versuri-lyrics.info
We don’t see what we used to see
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeattt.
Harry Styles lyrics
Video ghosts

Lyrics E-40 – Straight out the dirt

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt.

My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the diiirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa Valley reservations at The French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
B*atch!

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt.

Whole lotta money, you know who it is
I ain’t got to speak on the s**t that I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
F**k police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ “Free Jig”
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for to break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat b***h, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sig
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
B***h so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section.

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work versuri-lyrics.info
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Versuri-lyrics.info
Z06 with the pipes
My young b***h from The Bay
P***y good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
B***h I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
.. got rich s**t happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do?
I went from not havin’ s**t to havin’ s**t
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all.

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhhhh)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirttt.
E-40 lyrics
Video dirt