Trina Lyrics
Trina Lyrics
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HERETIC Lyrics
Lyrics by Hiro Yamamoto Music by Kim Thayil Heretic, burn at the stake Witch float like a log Wine from the blade on the night of the full moon Voices that call spirits in waiting Sharing the drink of the bond A broth of roots and charms Spells under a twisted tree
[Chorus 1 - 1/2]
are you waiting
waiting for something that's wrong
are you waiting
you know sometimes a girl must move along
[Verse 1]
As I vibe with the music, I just think about the times
I came in after a day and at times
Climbed in the same bed wished my man was lyin
He questioned me "I'm I defying (no)," I was lyin
He was a real good man, he worked and all
I wanted a hustle, so I can hurt them all (shit)
I coulda made love, but I wanted to be fucked
He had a lot to offer it just wasn't enough
I like da candle-coated 'lac (uh huh) the niggaz smokin sacks (i like da thugs)<
And more importantly, I wanted me a name
The je-wells, the crew-es, the cell
No more projects, the foolish gets well (I'm tired of dat shit)
The (?) weed from Pre-me's on poken beans
And me, I'm still ghetto I push ah (?) when you see me on TV
But I'm all woman, uh
(Chorus 1x)
[Verse 2]
Yall know I'm from Miami right
But, do yall really know what Miami like
Miami life
Da fast pace, the comfy cash chase
Da clothes, cars, ohhh God
Niggaz sell dope get rich
Bitches sell pussy get rich, get down or don't get shit (dats right)
No options, no coll
No cash, No knowledge
I'm sexy as hell you know I'm gon profit
And trust me, my skills are well polished
I chat niggaz down pat niggaz down
Set him up right if he dat big a clown
I had to, well I didn't have to
But, what about me (sshhiitt) I had to have to
I wanted a Rolly a million dat'll hold me
Lock a access for Colby you know me (uh)
(Chorus 1x)
[Verse 3]
I'm da same woman, Mercedes or the Civic
Fuck the Cris, I just give it how I get it
I'm the spokesperson 4 ev'ry sista who soul seachin
Still strollin these clubs with no purpose
Stay in the mall and won't purc
Straight boostin
Bad checks or they leasin they mouth
Robbers put a piece in their mouth
For whatcha man keep in their house
They pull gats for stacks tall as Shaq
You chickens don't know me well
I'm not impressed witcha Findi purses and ponytails
Always surface with your phony tails
When you need to be in school all day on a chase
I'm goin to work supported you and ur place
Or with a athletic wit a cool one in the safe
Why suck dick to keep food on the place
I stay in baked potatoes take the payload
(Chorus 2x)
It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong
Lyrics by Hiro Yamamoto Music by Kim Thayil Heretic, burn at the stake Witch float like a log Wine from the blade on the night of the full moon Voices that call spirits in waiting Sharing the drink of the bond A broth of roots and charms Spells under a twisted tree
[Chorus 1 - 1/2]
are you waiting
waiting for something that's wrong
are you waiting
you know sometimes a girl must move along
[Verse 1]
As I vibe with the music, I just think about the times
I came in after a day and at times
Climbed in the same bed wished my man was lyin
He questioned me "I'm I defying (no)," I was lyin
He was a real good man, he worked and all
I wanted a hustle, so I can hurt them all (shit)
I coulda made love, but I wanted to be fucked
He had a lot to offer it just wasn't enough
I like da candle-coated 'lac (uh huh) the niggaz smokin sacks (i like da thugs)<
Stunt 101 Lyrics
50 cent yeah ahhaa (stunt101) yeah (chorus) (50 cent) I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz I'll teach you how to stunt Nigga you can't see me My bently GT got smoke-gray tints I'll teach you how to stunt My neck sta
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The football games, fortunate fame50 cent yeah ahhaa (stunt101) yeah (chorus) (50 cent) I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz I'll teach you how to stunt Nigga you can't see me My bently GT got smoke-gray tints I'll teach you how to stunt My neck sta
And more importantly, I wanted me a name
The je-wells, the crew-es, the cell
No more projects, the foolish gets well (I'm tired of dat shit)
The (?) weed from Pre-me's on poken beans
And me, I'm still ghetto I push ah (?) when you see me on TV
But I'm all woman, uh
(Chorus 1x)
[Verse 2]
Yall know I'm from Miami right
But, do yall really know what Miami like
Miami life
Da fast pace, the comfy cash chase
Da clothes, cars, ohhh God
Niggaz sell dope get rich
Bitches sell pussy get rich, get down or don't get shit (dats right)
No options, no coll
Somebody's Smilin' On Me Lyrics
(feat. Tim McGraw, Big Kenny) [Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy] Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers Similar to shattered dreams that still linger Trying to succeed in whatever you do But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you I'm worse than a has been? 'Cause you say I never
ge, no loans(feat. Tim McGraw, Big Kenny) [Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy] Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers Similar to shattered dreams that still linger Trying to succeed in whatever you do But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you I'm worse than a has been? 'Cause you say I never
No cash, No knowledge
I'm sexy as hell you know I'm gon profit
And trust me, my skills are well polished
I chat niggaz down pat niggaz down
Set him up right if he dat big a clown
I had to, well I didn't have to
But, what about me (sshhiitt) I had to have to
I wanted a Rolly a million dat'll hold me
Lock a access for Colby you know me (uh)
(Chorus 1x)
[Verse 3]
I'm da same woman, Mercedes or the Civic
Fuck the Cris, I just give it how I get it
I'm the spokesperson 4 ev'ry sista who soul seachin
Still strollin these clubs with no purpose
Stay in the mall and won't purc
Silent Night Lyrics
Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. (Silent night, holy night,) (Shepherds quake at the sight,) Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing a
haseSilent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. (Silent night, holy night,) (Shepherds quake at the sight,) Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing a
Straight boostin
Bad checks or they leasin they mouth
Robbers put a piece in their mouth
For whatcha man keep in their house
They pull gats for stacks tall as Shaq
You chickens don't know me well
I'm not impressed witcha Findi purses and ponytails
Always surface with your phony tails
When you need to be in school all day on a chase
I'm goin to work supported you and ur place
Or with a athletic wit a cool one in the safe
Why suck dick to keep food on the place
I stay in baked potatoes take the payload
(Chorus 2x)
It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong