The best Song and Lyrics Quotes (Page 35)

If teardrops could be bottled
There'd be swimming pools filled by models
Told 'a tight dress is what makes you a wh*re'
If 'I love you' was a promise
Would you break it, if you're honest
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before
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Don't you know I'm no good for you
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'

Don't be cautious, don't be kind
You committed, I'm your crime
Push my button anytime
You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine

Lips meet teeth and tongue
My heart skips eight beats at once
If we were meant to be, we would have been by now
See what you wanna see, but all I see is him right now

Go ahead and watch my heart burn
With the fire that you started in me
But I'll never let you back to put it out

Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don't come back, it won't end well
But I wish you'd tell me too

Gold chain beneath your shirt
The shirt that you let me wear home
Gold's fake and real love hurts
And nothing hurts when I'm alone

I don't know what to do
To do with your kiss on my neck
I don't know what feels true
But this feels right so stay a sec
Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec

I've been walking through a world gone blind
Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind
Careful creature made friends with time
You left her lonely with a diamond mind
And those ocean eyes

You can't have my heart and, you won't use my mind
But do what you want with my body

Stand up in they chest no apology
Mama sent a text that she proud of me
Youngins in the hood watchin' out for me
Money all colors like Monopoly

I make 'em shoot where your stomach at
We gon' pull up where your mama at
Runnin' through hoes like a running back
We can f*ck but you can't call this number back
If you knew better, baby you'd do better
I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner

We started off as close friends
Somehow you turned into my girlfriend

You hoes got no class, you b*tches is broke still
I be talking cash, shit, while I'm popping my gold grill
I'm a whole rich b*tch, and I work like I'm broke still

Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin' into ya

But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-c-ck it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl and
Autumn's sweet we call it fall
I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and

With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin'

I'm out of my head, b*tch, I'm outta my mind
From the bottom I climb, you ain't hotter than mine
Nope, not on my time, and I'm not even tryin'
What's poppin', slime? Nothin', five

Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five

All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Play no games like the NBA
Throwin' checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin' shots like the NRA

Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies
When you make it to the top, it's the amenities
Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league
And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries
I got 'em stage divin' out the nosebleeds
And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed

I was hot as hell out in the heat
Then a storm came in and saved my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night

I sip from the Fountain of Youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads: "Don't cry, stay tuned"
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven's as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherf*ckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise

I am not number one, it's true
I'm number 9-27-82
Color blind even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food

Every day she wake up with a different color makeup
And he promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall
Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter
Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball

Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care
She handle the business and don't ever tell
She bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, 'Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place!'
And if he say yeah, then we meet him there
She feed him lies with his silverware
She don't want love, she just want her share

All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right
Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
n*gga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right

Baseball bat to his Yankee hat
Make a lil' n*gga face out my Gat
Pop that shit, he acrobat
Leave a n*gga flat on the playground mat
Call 911, bet he can't come back

Always lived my life alone
Been searching for a place called home
I know that I've been cold as ice
Ignored the dreams, too many lies
Somewhere deep inside, Somewhere deep inside me
I found ... the child I used to be
And I know that it's not too late
Never too late

Rain keeps falling, tears keep falling
Rain keeps falling, tears keep falling
Darling, your love is like walking a bed of nails
And I just can't keep on fighting

Gettin' to the cake now
All the hate don't faze me
All the money that I make now
I'll never let it change me

I don't feel much pain
Got a knife in my back, and a bullet in my brain
I’m clinically insane
Walkin' home alone, I see faces in the rain

Help me find a way to pass the time
Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die
Help me find a way to make you mine
Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try
Now I'm gettin' high again, tonight

I got fast cars, bad b*tches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b*tches' butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

Start the day off with a pint
I'ma show you how to live life
Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice
I do this every day and all night

Why the f*ck should I apologize?
Country's orderless, it's a lie
By these f*ckin' government scumbag d-cksuckers with ties
Wanna fight for my future, it's right in my hands
And the future of many youth if I play my cards can advance

Love in a woman's heart
I wanna have the whole and not a part
Strange that this feeling grows more and more
Cause I've never loved someone like you before

Hush little angel, don't say a word
Bottle full of pills, passed out on the curb

Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go
You decide if you're ever gonna let me know

Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more that meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside

You won't ever stop this
The chase is better than the catch

I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the c-ck up out it
Before we can even talk about it
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
That you're Marshall Mathers
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it

You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino - die, motherf*cker
Like the last motherf*cker sayin' Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist
My biggest flops are your greatest hits

Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
'Til I'm hitting old age
Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage

From the H to the P
On the mic you will see
The people's champ, that's me

I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter

I'm that cracker, bend the law, f*ck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me

F*ck the system, I'm that n*gga, bend the law, cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you

I make songs
I don´t make friends
Judge me