All this time that I spent up in here
Got me thinkin’ ’bout the things that I did
Got me thinkin’ like, «Why the fuck I did that?»
Got me wishin’ that I could take it all back
Fighting with these demons, barely even eatin’
Barely even sleepin’, this shit got me tweakin’
Fighting with my lawyers for a better offer
Just wanna see my daughter, ’cause

I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
They won’t let me out
I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
No, they won’t let me out
I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
Never thought I’d be caught up in these streets, yeah
Locked up, they won’t let me out
No, they won’t let me out

Havin’ dreams about livin’ my life
I’ve been havin’ dreams about bein’ outside
I’ve been, little baby girl, please don’t cry, no
Please don’t, no, no
No, no, no, no (No)
Mama said, «Hold my hand, no crying, no»
All these niggas wanna take my life, I know
Little baby boy, please don’t die, no
And I might, no, no
No, no, no, no (No)
Tell me why, tell me how I love these niggas
Tell me why, tell me why would I trust these niggas
Speakin’ voices in my head, speakin’, «Fuck these niggas»
My niggas, my niggas, these ain’t my niggas
They gon’ say what they gon’ say, nigga, yeah, I know
They can say what they want, they don’t know what I know
Ain’t nothin’ you can tell me ’bout this life I chose
I was facin’ 47 life

I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
They won’t let me out
I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
No, they won’t let me out
I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
Never thought I’d be caught up in these streets, yeah
Locked up, they won’t let me out
No, they won’t let me out

I’m still tryna find that motive
Of why I did what I did
I didn’t wanna feel that struggle
Just wanted to hurry up and get rich
And while that money pile up high
Jealous niggas askin’ questions, «Why not us,» yeah
And when you get caught up, nobody wants to seem to be your rider, yeah
Everybody wanna talk the street code
But only followin’, convenient for them
They quick to tell you that they’d ride for you, die for you
But quick to bite the hand that feeds them

I know I can’t keep lovin’ you
I know I can’t keep trustin’ you
I put my life in front of you
Tell me what I’m supposed to you
This shit gets complicated, ah (Complicated)
My blood, thought you was ride or die
I was just tryna change your life (Tryna change your life)
But you had something else in mind (Something else in mind)

Yeah
Something else in mind, yeah
I’m locked up

Текст песни (слова) LOCKED UP 2

Ah, Leftside again
Limitless, yes
It’s Kybba
Gyal dem come again, gyal, yay

Tek yuh time, tek yuh time, tek yuh time now (Yeah)
Gyal, mi waan know, mek yuh haffi wine suh (Yeah)
Lookin’ like a [?] it got fine, yeah
Mi really waan get beside ya, beside ya
Sexy lady, dame, dame
Come here, mami, dame, dame (Watch out now)
Shake it for me, dame, dame (Yeah)
Move ya body, dame, dame

Hey, mami (Mami)
Lovе how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me)
Wе ain’t got no [?] I run from it (Nuh)
Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don’t stop it
Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it)
Whenever I see a girl like you, God damnit
Look like seh you come from another planet
Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh)
Forget I met a girl, send the picture, mi a crop it

Beat it like a drum, brat-brum-brum-brum
Do it with your hand, no ton-ton-tongue-tongue
Hit it raw dog, no condom-dom-dom
Make her pop a Plan B, I ain’t dumb-dumb-dumb
Rocket in me pocket like Kim Jong Un
Leave ’em in a coma like Kim Jong Un
Body operation like Kardashian
Then I’m in your game, now 6ix9ine run
I was in the trenches with the fiends and the killas
I was in the slum movin’ cool with my ninas
Shout out to my amigo, let the plug with the kilos
Now my diamond drippin’ like that water Aquafina, oh
I like that body, like the way she move
She know my body, like the way I move
That punani, yeah, she got that woo
Tell me what’s the vibe, baby, what you wanna do?

Hey, mami (Mami)
Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me)
We ain’t got no [?] I run from it (Nuh)
Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don’t stop it
Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it)
Whenever I see a girl like you, God damnit
Look like seh you come from another planet
Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh)
Forget I met a girl, send the picture, mi a crop it
Hey, mami (Mami)
Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me)
We ain’t got no [?] I run from it (Nuh)
Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don’t stop it
Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it)
Whenever I see a girl like you, God damnit
Look like seh you come from another planet
Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh)
Forget I met a girl, send the picture, mi a crop it

Текст песни (слова) NINI

Ray Charles, I ain’t never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don’t need no skis
It’s so many rich niggas fuckin’ bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don’t want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don’t need no lovin’
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it’s a shove it, gansta

Fendi kicks all yellow, fit so rude
Never wife a thot ‘cept you (Nope)
Bad decisions every single time I choose (My name is Smilez)
My name is Smilez ’cause I laugh at you
Ex-bitch unless you goin’ back to dancin’ (Dumb ho)
She on some OnlyFans shit (Yeah)
New girls’ll model like vogue cop fashion (Damn right)
Nip slip like Janеt Jackson
Yeah, she think she got mе trickin’, but she dead wrong
But she fuck like a machine, call her Megatron
When she ask for the bread (Danny Phantom), gon’ ghost
Only fuck a bitch if a mask on

Ray Charles, I ain’t never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don’t need no skis
It’s so many rich niggas fuckin’ bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don’t want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don’t need no lovin’
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it’s a shove it, gansta (Prrr)

Blurred bitch
Always on Twitter sayin’ some absurd shit (Aw)
Before this song, you said I was worthless
Now you on my dick gang, that’s some bird shit (Prrr)
Bitch I’m up, got the new Lamb, it’s a truck (Skrrt)
New bust down, this shit bust
I don’t gotta say much, yeah

Ray Charles, I ain’t never seen a bitch I need
Fuck that, I don’t need no skis
It’s so many rich niggas fuckin’ bitches for free
If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee
I don’t want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money
I don’t need no lovin’
Come on, throw that pussy on the block
Make a nigga a hunnid
Make that pussy pop like it’s a shove it, gansta

Текст песни (слова) CHARLIE

Wait, wait, wait, I got them ‘Gielas again
They in they feelings again
Wait, wait, wait, cry baby, they crying again
‘Cause they can’t do what I can
Wait, wait, wait, and I’m still fresh out the can
Shout out my lawyer, Lance
Wait, wait, wait, bust down Cartier
I know you seein’ the man
Wait, wait, wait, I just did it again
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I just got in that Benz
Run up a couple of M’s
Ayy, ayy, ayy, poppin’, I’m poppin’ some bands
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’ma still pop my shit
Got a few likes on the ‘Gram, ayy, ayy, ayy

I’m in the stars again, wait, wait
I’m up on Mars again, wait, wait
She wan’ fuck a star again, wait, wait
I won’t take a loss again, wait, wait
I’m in the Benz again, we hirin’ her friends and them
And she a lil’ baddie, I wanna date
She want the addy, I’ll be your way
Same old niggas, got me on the block with the samе old bitches
New, new hoеs, yeah, I can’t do better
I be on the block with my check, got bigger
I be on the block with my chain, got bigger
Shot a KK when it came out, nigga
He let this pour, ra-ta-ta-ta
He can make ’em dance bachata-ta
I got the AP, 22, she want a baby, new, new
I split the engine, Lambo, I do the dash and skrrt off
I got a dance, I ride boom, beat on my chest like King Kong
She licky, licky (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Wait, wait, wait, I got them ‘Gielas again
They in they feelings again
Wait, wait, wait, cry baby, they crying again
‘Cause they can’t do what I can
Wait, wait, wait, and I’m still fresh out the can
Shout out my lawyer, Lance
Wait, wait, wait, bust down Cartier
I know you seein’ the man
Wait, wait, wait, I just did it again
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I just got in that Benz
Run up a couple of M’s
Ayy, ayy, ayy, poppin’, I’m poppin’ some bands
Watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’ma still pop my shit
Got a few likes on the ‘Gram, ayy, ayy, ayy

Текст песни (слова) WAIT

I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two

You can’t pop like this (Uh, uh)
Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh)
Had to tell ’em, «Back-back,» tell ’em get off my dick (Uh, uh)
Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh)
Bet you can’t do it like this, no you can’t do it like this

I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I’m paid too
Don’t talk to me, I’ll talk to you
If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
Yeah, it’s middle finger, fuck you

Everybody know I got bands on the way
Yes, I make, yes, I make bands every day
Everybody been know that I’m getting paid
That I’m gettin’, that I’m gettin’, that I’m gettin’ paid

‘Cause you can’t pop like this (Uh, uh)
Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh)
Had to tell ’em, «Back-back,» tell ’em get off my dick
Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh)
Bet you can’t do it like this, no you can’t do it like this

I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I’m paid too
Don’t talk to me, I’ll talk to you
If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
Yeah, it’s middle finger, fuck you

Money coming in, money going out
Rappers going in, rappers going out
Funny how they try to take my style
Funny how they try to break me down
Y’all niggas better watch y’all mouth
Y’all starting to sound like clowns
All these rappers wanna talk that clout
I don’t know what that’s about
They wanna rap like this, they wanna talk like this
They wanna walk like this, they wanna look like this
They wanna be like this, they wanna bop like this
They wanna chart like this, nigga, suck my dick
Can’t do this ’cause you ain’t me
It drives you niggas crazy
It keeps you up at night

‘Cause you can’t pop like this (Uh, uh)
Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh)
Had to tell ’em, «Back-back,» tell ’em get off my dick
Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh)
Bet you can’t do it like this, no you can’t do it like this

I get money when I want to
I get bitches when I want to
Tote this pistol when I want to
Money dance step, hit the one-two
Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I’m paid too
Don’t talk to me, I’ll talk to you
If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
Yeah, it’s middle finger, fuck you

Текст песни (слова) TUTU

Hello
This is a prepaid collect call from Daniel.
To accept the call, press 0

Havin’ dreams about livin’ my life
I’ve been havin’ dreams about bein’ outside
I’ve been, hello baby girl, please don’t cry, no
Please don’t, no, no no, no, no, no (No)
Mama said, «Hold my hand, no crying, no»
All these niggas wanna take my life, I know
That lil baby boy, please don’t die, no
And I might, no, no no, no, no, no (No)
Tell me why, tell me why should I trust these niggas
Tell me why, tell me how I really love these niggas
Hearin’ voices in my head sayin’ «Fuck these niggas»
My niggas, my niggas, these ain’t my niggas
They gon’ say what they gon’ say, nigga, yeah, I know
They can say what they want, they don’t know what I know
Ain’t nothin’ you can tell me ’bout this life I chose
I was facin’ 47, you was sitting at home

I know I can’t keep loving you
I know I can’t keep trusting you
I put my life to further you
Tell me what I’m supposed to do?
This shit get complicated, I-
My blood, thought you was ride or die
I was just tryna change your life
But it’s true, I had something else in mind

Streets fucked up
No charge for that bad nigga, switch up, tryna kill ya
That shit give a nigga goosebumps, paranoia
Keep my head above water, for my daughter
Gotta stay ten toes, nigga, I’ma soldier
Got my back against the wall, I’ll never fold up
Wait, wait, wait, wait, nigga, hold up
Still the King of New York, yeah, I know, I told ‘ya
Told ya’

I know I can’t keep loving you
I know I can’t keep trusting you
I put my life to further you
Tell me what I’m supposed to do?
This shit get complicated, I-
Thought that you was ride or die
I was just tryna change your life
But it’s true, I had something else in mind

Thank you for using GTL

Текст песни (слова) GTL

Akon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Ooh-oh

Baby, you you’re all that I want
When I pour Patrón in your cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you you’re all that I want
When I pour Patrón in my cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home

Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Niggas keep telling you to pull up
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
You look better with your clothes off

She wanna take ecstasy pills
She wanna take ecstasy pills
She wanna have sex with me, for real
She wanna have sex with me, for real
I know you gotta work tonight
I promise, baby, I’ll be worth your time
Fingers crossed that I am your type
What am I saying, bitch, my bread is right
I could treat you right, I could change your life
I could put you in the Wraith with the stars inside
Let’s take a shot tonight, I could change your life
Baby, you the type of girl that my mom would like, oh yeah

Baby, you you’re all that I want
When I pour Patrón in your cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you you’re all that I want
When I pour Patrón in my cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home

Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh
She wanna make a movie-ie
Wanna end up on the TV screen
Mixin’ Henny with the ecstasy
Don’t wanna end up on TMZ

Baby, you you’re all that I want
When I pour Patrón in your cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home
Baby, you you’re all that I want
When I pour Patrón in my cup
The vibe is feeling so raw
I just wanna take you home

Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
Niggas keep telling you to pull up
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Vibrate on, turn your phone off
Baby, you look better with your clothes off
You look better with your clothes off

Текст песни (слова) LEAH

Beat Menace

They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I’ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can’t see the bitch
Shorty said she ain’t hungry, but she always eatin’ shit
I be coolin’, tryna chill, but she always eatin’ shit

Kick her out, I don’t need a ho, I’ma leave the ho
I won’t save her, I won’t breed a ho, I don’t need a ho
I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho
She been all up on my Gram, but I don’t see her though

Oh my God (Oh, man)
She can’t pay her rent, on the ‘Gram she a fraud (On God)
Damn, bought new titties, no car (Skrrt)
How the fuck you gon’ get to your job?
I know this lil’ eater, Baquita (Woo)
I tried to buy her Gucci but she really love Adidas
She said her pussy pink, but she from Brownsville
I was rollin’ off the pills, so I still fuckin’ kill
Oh damn, let me guess, you need an Uber?
Are you dumb? Are you really fuckin’ stupid?
The J-Train is right over there
2.50, bitch, pay the fuckin’ fare

I’m conceited, ho, I just semen throws, yeah
I don’t feed these hoes, I just leave ’em ghost, yeah
The whole tiki smoke, I don’t need to know, yeah
Told her keep it low but she wanna boast, yeah

They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I’ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can’t see the bitch
Shorty said she ain’t hungry, but she always eatin’ shit
I be coolin’, tryna chill, but she always eatin’ shit

Kick her out, I don’t need a ho, I’ma leave the ho
I won’t save her, I won’t breed a ho, I don’t need a ho
I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho
She been all up on my Gram, but I don’t see her though

Текст песни (слова) GATA

(Oh my God, Ronny)

Got my mind on my money, can’t lose, I only win
Tell a nigga, like Fefe, I don’t really want no friends
And if I don’t move right, I could lose my life, I swear
So I gotta with it, gotta keep it on me, it’s right here
Gotta keep it on my body, you know I can’t ride with no chop
Gotta watch who I link with, I can’t give everybody the drop
And if a nigga run up on me you know somebody gon’ drop
Ain’t no love in the street, gotta keep it with me, niggas know how I rock

Don’t trust nobody, no, no
Show no love to nobody, no, no
Nigga wanna take what’s mine, no, no
Niggas want my life, I can’t go
Know I gotta stay with a black four-four
Wrist on glist and my neck on froze
Niggas wanna get that, no, no, no
That shit click-clack, it’s gon’ blow
Cadillac BP, moving like a VP
I ain’t in DC, life ain’t easy
Fool a nigga like me, gotta stay icy
Niggas so spicy ’cause they don’t like me
But I know nigga like me gotta keep God close
Niggas still slide in the diablo
No stress, I’ma sleep with my eyes closed
Yeah, I know

Got my mind on my money, can’t lose, I only win
Tell a nigga, like Fefe, I don’t really want no friends
And if I don’t move right, I could lose my life, I swear
So I gotta with it, gotta keep it on me, it’s right here
Gotta keep it on my body, you know I can’t ride with no chop
Gotta watch who I link with, I can’t give everybody the drop
And if a nigga run up on me you know somebody gon’ drop
Ain’t no love in the street, gotta keep it with me, niggas know how I rock

Текст песни (слова) AVA

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Не вернешь обратно ночи звездные
Не вернешь обратно ночи звездные
Не вернешь обратно ночи звездные

Ельцин ещё не устал, Путин ещё не пришёл
Кайф покупаем за нал, быть молодым хорошо
Ставим лохов на лаве, ставим по вене кубы
В телеке группа Любэ, в Питере марки, грибы
Новая музыка — вау! Техно-репчина прикол
Эй, модный диджей давай, клуб это храм, а ты поп
Поголубела луна, пух облетел с тополей
В плеере Cypress, Woo tang забивай поплотней

Батин закрыли завод, брата закрыли на срок
Можно бухать без забот, хаять проклятый совок
В сигах приятный ментол, «Инвайт» обломает сушняк
Ща западло быть ментом, лучше сдавай на общак
Псы Тарантино плюс «Пес» Джармуша это must read
Дошик под водку — of course, будет на память гастрит
Мы никогда не умрем, нас не берет даже спирт
Пелевиным поводырем, максимум, будет bad trip

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Текст песни (слова) Мой 98-ой