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[Intro: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Gang!
Know we mud bruddas, drug bruddas know what I’m sayin’ came from the bottom
Let’s get it man
Know what I’m sayin’ they ain’t gon’ really like this shit Lil Reese
Let’s get it bro
Let’s make a million dollars off this tape real quick, you know
Let’s get it!

[Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Keep my pistol, speak on the dead and my niggas gon’ get you
6 shots in the nickel, got my stripe like a ref without a whistle
And I love my vultures do what they say them boys is just talkin’
Reese money hawkin’, ain’t no nigga in the city that’ll try to stop him
Headshot made his whole brain scuplture
100 pounds let the whole hood older
Knew some older niggas pension turned some young niggas cobras
Chase his ass face his ass, no he ain’t get no pass
Erase his ass lace his ass, he know his ass is grass
100 thousand in the stash box he ever need me then he asked out
Found the plug and I cashed out
My baby momma made me lash out
Free my young nigga (?)
Smoke a bag up with Reese
With the muthafuckin’ groupies know my life is movie

[Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

[Verse 2: Lil Reese}
These niggas ain’t shooters, a lot of these niggas they snitchin’ they goofies
These niggas ain’t stupid, talkin’ like he about it but I know he ain’t ruthless
And you don’t want to get into it, ’cause niggas around me they’ll toy with you too
And you don’t wanna really do it, talkin’ like you got it you can do it too
And let’s get straight to it, flame with the backwood wood after wood
I know me and Durk good, now you go get out the hood not to be in the hood
And we can go back to it, but a lot of niggas can’t go back to it
I’m just sayin’ I’m good, I’m just sayin’ we good
So much shit I can say but it can be locked today
After doin’ bad I pray, I gotta thank The Lord everyday
‘Cause you know where I come from it ain’t safe
Pull up, hit ’em with the K
Pull off, DOA

[Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

BONNIE ST. CLAIRE
Clap Your Hands Lyrics

What i wanna say, was it yesterday ?, that i saw you also here ?. Yes i know you tried, Close by my side, To draw my attention, Dear.

But you understand, That i really cant, not come in touch with you. But if you really will, if you want it still, I’ll tell you what you have to do:

Well clap your hands, Hmm.. And stamp your feet, And i’ll come running, Running, running, baby.

Well clap your hands, Whooh, And stamp your feet, And i’ll come running, Running, wait and see.

Well its great to see, That you want just me, And i think i am the happiest girl, That you’ve ever met, Just be sure im that, I like to tell it the whole wide world.

Every moment dear, I wanna be near, I wished i had a crystal ball. So that imediately, I knew you needed me, By doing our strange way to call.

Well clap your hands, Hmm… And stamp your feet, And i’ll come running, Running, running, baby.

Well clap your hands, Whooh, And stamp your feet, And i’ll come running, Running, wait and see.

So clap your hands…

And stap your feet…

All together now…

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…

Everybody now..

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…

All together now…

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…

SUFJAN STEVENS
She Is Lyrics

She is the day that gives me time
To love and linger, love my life
Until night comes on with sundown scythe
To end the bars of pantomime

She is the day of love

She is the bridge on which I wait
To watch the river beneath me flow
All spinning, surging far below
Along the deep and bending straights

She is the bridge of love

She is the air I breathe, entranced
Awake or asleep, in storm or cold
I’m going to wash my lifted ball
A sky that calls me out to dance

She is the air of love

She is the day through which I walk
Toward the bridge where she stands
She is the air I breathe to sing
She is the smile without demands

She is the smile that keeps me warm
With matchless laughter, eyes ablaze
A mischief mystery she plays
Upon the flute of early morn

She is the smile of love
She is the air of love
She is the day of love