ANDROIDS lyrics - Androids

Wannabe

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You try, to look like you're busy Your time's, aerobics and weight lifting The wardrobe's perfect but the acting's obscene Unwind, on rainy day's applying fake tan cream And you wear those clothes Cos you're a real wannabe You're not indisposed You're just a real wannabe I've seen you rollerblade lately Drop names and disco till tomorrow And you wear those clothes Cos you're a real wannabe You're not indisposed You're just a real wannabe

Big Big Kid

JIBBS "Jibbs Feat. Jibbs"
Yeah ok what's up y'all This is one of those dancing songs We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big flow so hot vvs diamonds in my big big watch you know I got it on lock keep a chick on my arm more than the watch she started looking at my finger maybe because of the rocks and now the g's on the block shock like the watch its like a car show when I open up my garage vipers, maserati, Lamborghini, drop tops cuty cuty hydraulics once we drop it like it's hot its all on tape matter fact you all are fake so that four arm will make your head alternate cause while you stabbing im jabbing you get to rapping and acting and try to make it a habit but tricks aint for silly rabbit flawless style will make you shake girls cry me a river like timberlake that's like music that's trapped in a stereo wrapped in a gift that you wrapped and so you aint hearing jack We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big pull up in a whip they want to see the T I P of my dip think I better get a grip my money like the Olympics I got to make a fist I never recall falling But I got to take a trip Im living on cribs while you dreaming in you crib so all you big babies can keep on your bibs staying on tour while my album getting shipped trying to get four picks plain bus car ships so give it break and still call Jibbs the great you need to chill with your grill saying jibs a fake cause while you be grilling your boy Jibbs be chilling Im trying to make me some millions Put chandeliers in the ceiling Doin it big Im trying to get more on my plate While you going half crazy I put half on a lake So sixteen's I spit For sixteen you get By sixteen im living Like sixteen was millions We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big doing big things rock big clothes with them big big chains and we fly big planes copter so fly so we flying through the rain young Jibbs switching lanes while you dudes being lame so who you know that is hot and could flow like this ride in the back of the range and rove like this stay iced out let it show like this I bet you aint got a chorus that'll go like this We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big We ride big big cars And big big rims And we rock big clothes With them big big timbs Got big cribs Cause we got big crib Im a real big kid cause we do it real big

Me

DIDO
I've never had a filling and I've got blue eyes I've got every kind of lipstick you can buy I've got 3 cupboards for my shoes And a mirror that always tells the truth I've got clothes in case it's hot Clothes for when it's cold But still I don't know what to wear What to wear tonight I've got the concentration of a small child Patience - well, not all the time A wounded look and a silly smile That always gets me what I want I've got a garden, but it has no grass It's got plastic chairs and the tables glass My cat at home thinks it's a dog And who am I to judge if that's all? I've got a lot of cards on my shelf Everyone of them written to myself I've got a million pounds in the bank (Don't be silly you haven't been to a bank in your life) There's a woman next door who robbed a bank A man upstairs who likes to drink And sing to us at 3 in the morning I've got 5 best friends, 2 parents and a brother And a man at home who likes to think That every song's written for him So this one's for you

She Ain't You

JAHEIM "The Makings Of A Man"
[Hook:] She don't make me feel like you She don't hold me down like you On the real, she aint you you you you you you you She can't wear the crown like you She can't put it down like you On the real she ain't you you you you you you you [Verse 1:] I like her, but I love you She's fly, but she can't fly over you You're love is like a brand new Bentley Coupe Her love is like a Benz that's been used And you just can't compare the two The road to happiness leads back to you Now since we been apart I done tried a few Nobody's coming close to you [Hook:] She don't make me feel like you She don't hold me down like you On the real, she aint you you you you you you you She can't wear the crown like you She can't put it down like you On the real she ain't you you you you you you you [Verse 2:] These other girls just can't fill your shoes They can't walk in your Gucci boots If I let you move on to someone new I would feel like such a fool (That would be crazy) Cause baby you're a winner And everytime I'm with her I be thinking bout you boo And how she don't compare to you [Hook: (Repeat)] She don't make me feel like you She don't hold me down like you On the real, she aint you you you you you you you She can't wear the crown like you She can't put it down like you On the real she ain't you you you you you you you Now how can I prove myself I really don't need nobody else You're the one that I love My angel from up above First time I laid my eyes on you Knew that you were the one And babygirl you're second to none She's Light, but she ain't my type And girl it's true I wanna give you my life And I hope that one day You'll let me make you my wife Baby

Tip Your Hat

MICK JENKINS "FreeNation Presents, The Pursuit of HappyNess. The Story of MickalasCage. fool..."
I'm just trynna be happy [Sniffles] Groovy Tip yo' hat for a G if you fuckin' with that chill Blowin' by yo' dolo and you fuckin' with that kill Live yo' life in slow-mo and you promo what is real They can't tell you what to wear because you free Tell 'em bout the J. Crew socks and the Tommy Hilfiger sweater Middle of a Alabama summer, field nigga weather Value Village trippin' 'bout to catch a deal with the cheddar Wicker Park pickin' niggas catchin' deals with the leather Loafers I was rockin' They were jazzy, I was stockin' Had a horsey on the jacket Didn't have another option [?] bracelets on my wrist I can't remember when I copped 'em I been fuckin' with that fly shit for the longest, fool Tip yo' hat for a G if you fuckin' with that chill Blowin' by yo' dolo and you fuckin' with that kill Live yo' life in slow-mo and you promo what is real They can't tell you what to wear because you free Tell 'em that I'm straight up out the Chi And I'm fly 91st & Langley, neighborhood guy Went to Hirsch, off the 9 Seen to many in a herse from the 9 Lot of busted holes couple of them fine Nevermind Afterschool, we was cool Chillin' on the Grove after 'bout a year Shit changed, started gettin' chose Seen a homie shot On the spot Seen shit stole Seen a couple fights When it's hot, niggas get froze That's just how it goes In the hood Mama taught me good Niggas didn't try me, understood Wish a nigga would Shorties on the block On my jock I was feelin' good Got a couple numbers at a party then I told them hoes to juke, fool Tip yo' hat for a G if you fuckin' with that chill Blowin' by yo' dolo and you fuckin' with that kill Live yo' life in slow-mo and you promo what is real They can't tell you what to wear because you free Aw Oh (Put them shoes on and keep my paper runnin') Yeah, listen up (Put them shoes on and keep my paper runnin') Tell 'em bout the A-Life loafers with the tassels Camo on the cargos, laces be a hassle Tell 'em haters all about this vintage shit I'm thriftin We don't listen Save yo money, this a different type of pimpin' Can you buy that? It was $35, 000, $35, 000 cash money Wha-No, I get one-$35, 000+1, right? The one I gave you No you gave me 6, alright? That was one I had one that was 6 and the $35,000 + 6 + 1 makes 7. $35, 000 and 7, alright? Motherfucker, can you buy that? Tip yo' hat for a G if you fuckin' with that chill Blowin' by yo' dolo and you fuckin' with that kill Live yo' life in slow-mo and you promo what is real They can't tell you what to wear because you free

Top Of The Line

JUVENILE "Cocky & Confident"
[Intro/Chorus] I wear top of the line clothes, drive top of the line cars Fuck top of the line hoes, some top of the line stars I wear top of the line clothes, drive top of the line cars Fuck top of the line hoes, some top of the line stars I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] I'm top of the line [3X] [Verse 1] And nigga, I'm spendin all my dollars on my brand new wear I talk to these bitches like I really do care Any conversation 'bout the money you dare Eleven hundred got a nigga look at two pair The ice gotta sparkle if it don't lose layer All I get is attitude and boo boo stares Look, Juvie got E.G., they too rare The Coogi hot [?] and they give me two pair Sharp crease and lining like I'm growin new hair Went Hollywood on 'em, I ain't have to move there Somebody tell me that there's gon' be a new mayor Consider me the King of New Orleans, true there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Juvenile and Nino, Magnolia lean-o A pocket full of C-notes, a black jalapeno Yeah I got an ego, the nigga do his thing though I got bad bitches, black white and latino Hoods clockin, dogs rats and cats watchin And they heard 'bout it, and they done told e'rybody that they sure 'bout it, that it's better than your product All in your project, even your homey Herb got it And I ain't shy 'bout it, so tell me what you need I got all the llello but my wodie got the weed In Oakland got the fiends, and Brooklyn[?] got the river[?] Shit goin sour then get some of your sugar [Chorus] [Verse 3] Back in the saddle it's that boy from the booth What's happenin lil' baby, what it is, what it do? You know I'm had them boys that need somethin brand new I ain't never had shit, that's how the hustle man do Wild DJ's on the 1's and 2's How niggaz blow they shit up and they all bad news Don't tell 'em nuttin nigga that's a bad move They a bunch of hotheads and they never act cool I ain't [?] when I be bustin ass too I'm a Nolia boy you seen the fuckin tattoo I can get you hit don't put nuttin past you Why you stuntin wit'cha money? Nigga I got cash too [Chorus]

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