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AUTUMN’S GREY SOLACE
Evenfall Lyrics

Towards the end of sunshine
Shades of light darken
In the murk of color
I’ll feel the gloom

Far away the clouds roll
Absorbing tears
Time had left inside me
There will be no sun

BILLIE MYERS
Bitter Fruit Lyrics

Bitter fruit hangs under the care of the skeleton tree
Its roots rest above the settling dust
Which will rise and fall, only this time will not return

Bitter fruit, dead weight, this world must change

The name on your grave, was it born of you?
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo
Burning a cross in honor of you
Blood stained tears run acid yellow
In the shade of the skeleton tree

Bloodshot eyes blind a motherless child
More dead than alive
Left drowning for breath silent screams fill the air
With mercy on your lips
Death became an angel in your grace

Bitter fruit, dead weight, this world must change
Bitter fruit, dead weight, this world must change

The name on your grave, was it born of you?
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo
Burning a cross in honor of you
Blood stained tears run acid yellow
In the shade of the skeleton tree, tree

In the scope of time, it was only yesterday ago
So let’s change, let’s change tomorrow

Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead weight, the future can’t wait
Bitter fruit, dead weight

Somebody’s looking down
Somebody’s looking down
Somebody’s looking down

Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead weight
Bitter fruit, dead

Lyrics Asap Ferg – Nasty

/Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya/ (x6)
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?(nasty)

Your b*tch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her a*s
Your b*tch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her a*s.

All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’ versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty.

/Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya/ (x6)
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothaf*cka named Takeoff?
Bad b*tch a*s soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pus*y, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)
Early A.M. on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same h**s everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
(Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what’s up? Yeah, it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley (skrrt) on the Harlem curb
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision, you better mind your business.

/Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya/ (x6)
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty.

/Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya/ (x6)
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crewww?
Asap Ferg lyrics
Video who dat

Chris Brown thinks that commenting on Rihanna‘s steamy Crop Over pic was just some innocent fun.

The internet has been making a big deal about Chris Brown’s side eye emoji comment on a racy photo that his ex-girlfriend Rihanna posted on Instagram earlier this week. RiRi heats things up at the annual Crop Over carnival in her native Barbados on Monday. The photo that she posted has since gone viral, but folks are still talking about a comment Breezy left on the pic.

Sources close to the “Grass Ain’t Greener” singer told Dancehall HipHop this weekend that Chris Brown wasn’t surprised that his comment garnered so much attention, but it was all for fun. “He (Chris Brown) was just having fun, it’s all just some innocent fun nothing more to it,” sources told DHH. “He knew that it would make headlines because almost everything Chris Brown does the media talks about it, he is used to it. He knew some people would call him thirsty and stuff like that, but Rihanna knows that Chris is just a fun loving guy and like I say there is nothing more to it.”

We asked our source if Chris Brown slides in her DM that day and he said, “no that didn’t happen but if he did no one can blame him because have you soon how insane she looks, my god.” Since Brown made the comment there has been a flurry of memes from fans who are expressing how they really feel about it including this one below where a fan said he needs to cease and desist from Rihanna’s social media pages. Both Breezy and RiRi stopped following each other on social media following their bitter split in 2013, but earlier this year Chris Brown quietly started following Rihanna on Instagram. Just like this comment, that move on his part made headlines back then.

A paparazzo even got another of Brown’s ex-girlfriends, Karrueche Tran, to weigh in on the comment situation. Karrueche basically echoed how most of us felt saying after seeing Rihanna’s photos she would have done the same thing and hit on her.

[Intro]
Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up
Haha
Federal, ugh ugh

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Verse 1]
Ah shit, ah shit
Yeah, I’m on some boss shit
I’m fuckin’ the game good and I just came in it
I’m on some raw shit
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she grabbin’ and clutchin’ on me
Like she a crawfish
These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at ’em
Spray at ’em, I’m on some Off! shit
You used to be cool, you used to be aight
Now you my enemy
Got an all black draco with a hundred some shots for ’em
I can shoot for infinity
I won’t go back and for dissing you on no internet
That shit take too much energy
Everybody know that I trained you
Daniel San, you like my mini-me
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Verse 2]
That lil money you gettin’ ain’t shit to me
I just counted four hundred large nigga
I’m with some hitters that don’t give a fuck
They gon’ leave your ass scarred nigga
Why MoneyBagg run the rap game?
I don’t know, should ask God nigga
I got your bitch, she open for me
I just had a menage with her
Two bitches one me, that’s three federal
Two stacks on the Cartier’s, I can see better
I’m draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y’all
Yeah I’m talkin’ ’bout whoever
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on ’em
Just like that C letter
Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out
Big as Coachella
Ah shit, ah shit
I got them bands on me, they marching
I hit the kushy then pop me a perky
Now I’m kickin’ shit with the martians
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I’m number one like my name was Uno
She gave me head, no Nu Gro
Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Outro]
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat