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Στο ‘χα πει οτι γυριζει
ρόδα είναι η ζωή
και στην θέση την δική μου
τώρα βρίσκεσαι εσύ…

Να με ψάχνεις να με θέλεις
και να με παρακαλάς
όπως έστρωσες κοιμήσου
μόνο μακριά απο μας

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Στο ‘χα πει θα μετανιώσεις
τωρα δεν σου φταίω εγώ
που ζητάς απεγνωσμένα
το δικό μου σ’ αγαπώ

Ένα μάθημα να πάρεις
για να μάθεις ν’αγαπας
αφού μόνο αν δεν με έχεις
ξέρεις να με εκτιμάς

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Well, baby love’s just one of those words that gets thrown around
Like Jack and Coke, sitting on the bar when it gets watered down
So I ain’t gonna say it, oh but I ain’t gonna lie
If you wanna know the truth how I feel about you tonight

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, last shot of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down

So baby let me look at you and see just what I got
If you were my cherry stem I’d tie you in a knot
And if I couldn’t hail you, oh baby I’d be gone
I’d be floating round high as the Colorado sky blowing smoke rings all night long

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down

Last call, last chance, last dance I was ever gonna get to take

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
My last night of hell on wheels, wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down
Then I’d shoot you down

Well, if you were my last breath
Well, I’d just wanna hold ya

[Intro: T-Pain]
(Yeah, boop! Yeah, boop!)
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together nigga

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[?] (ohh)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

[Intro]
When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy?
Right after dark, Amy, it’ll light up the whole lawn!
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

[Verse 1]
Ouch, what would rhyme with gout?
Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out
Wash they mouth out with Bronner’s for showin’ off with sponsors
No doubt, scout’s honor
Cut off allowances and take away they toys
You think that’s harsh? It’s even worser for the boys
Whoop that ass in front of your friends
Then drag ’em by the earlobe like, "Don’t do it again!
Now get to them chores or else you can’t hit the blunt for a month
And you’re grounded, no outside, no out front
Grown folks is talkin’, don’t even mumble!"
I watch ’em run away from home and come back humble
It’s too much sugar, start to hyperact
Schemin’ on a snack, look like someone needs a nap
Real MCs fuck dat
Whiny peace pop rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get the slap
Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus
Little mufuckas
When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy?

[Verse 2]
As in on stage or lyrical mic
Contrary to bias towards age or physical height
They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike
Instead of playin’ games inside, bike
Slow down buddy or things could get ugly
Runnin’ behind on ‘er like [?]
Out here doin’ the darndest things, hysterical
How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle
"Get back up in this house!" a grandmama shouts
Wanderin’ through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out
Strollin’ by rollin’ eyes like hater
Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters
Give ’em a mean look, that’s my word
The belt is right here, be seen and not heard
Pssh, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers
The whole world’s watching y’all’s little mufuckas

[Outro]
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn in the Klondike
Carhartt where my car parked
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these [?]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock