JAKE MILLER lyrics - Us Against Them

My Couch

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She don't wanna go out She'd rather chill in my house All her friends are partying while we dinin' in watching Netflix on my couch She don't wanna go out She just wanna come over, yea Your friends are in the VIP but you don't need a ID to come And kick it on my couch Yea, her friends are downtown while we at the pad Chillin home, watchin episodes of Breaking Bad Man forget these other girls, we ain't got nothing in common I'd rather be with you up in the kitchen makin ramen You perfect the way are, not the type to hit the bar Her idea of going hard, is looking through the DVR With the sweat pants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on Phone's blowin' up, friends are begging you to tag along I think they're jealous if you ask me They'll probably go out and get drunk just like last week Screw your friends, you can go tell Brooke and Ashley That you don't need the glitz and glamor when you have me 'Cause you ain't got nothing on but my tank and your undies So get on the floor and just tackle me, rugby You ain't like them other girls, no you ain't the same So baby come over, my couch is calling your name She don't wanna go out She'd rather chill in my house All her friends are partying while we dinin' in watching Netflix on my couch She don't wanna go out She just wanna come over, yea Your friends are in the VIP but you don't need a ID to come And kick it on my couch Yea, so what you say baby? Put the recliner back High heels, black dress, you could say goodbye to that Could be anywhere but girl you're right here with me So during the commercial breaks, yea we getting frisky Ha-ha, you know the key to my heart Ordering chinese and playing Mario Kart You're worth more than the world to me, I ain't talkin Forbes list You don't need to dress up, you're drop dead gorgeous So baby just come and hang with me Phone on silent, tell em to let us be Your girls are takin shots in the VIP But here in my crib all the drinks are free So come lay in my arms, we could look up at the stars Got my fury ugg slippers and my bowl of lucky charms You ain't like them other girls, you ain't the same So baby come over, my couch is calling your name She don't wanna go out She'd rather chill in my house All her friends are partying while we dinin' in watching Netflix on my couch She don't wanna go out She just wanna come over, yea Your friends are in the VIP but you don't need a ID to come And kick it on my couch [x2:] You ain't like them other girls You-ain't-like-them-other-girls You ain't like them girls So baby come over, my couch is calling your name [x2:] She don't wanna go out She'd rather chill in my house All her friends are partying while we dinin' in watching Netflix on my couch She don't wanna go out She just wanna come over, yea Your friends are in the VIP but you don't need a ID to come And kick it on my couch

What Must I Do

LIL' ZANE "Young World: The Future"
Hey yo. This joint right here, is dedicated to that one girl that every player wants. I see you baby, and I wanna know, what must I do [Lil' Zane] What can I do to make you see that You want a hot boy baby I'll be that Tell ya man that you won't be comin' back Them other cats that you don't need none of that I won't dine you, I'll grind you Standin up behind you Hit it from the back so exact that it blind you Never tried to find you But now I know I need you to combine with Help me raise mine with I need a lady in my life when the streets is rough So come on baby let me put ya heart in handcuffs Won't stop even when you tellin me it's enough Can't drop till I'm feelin that I'm killin ya stuff Wanna be the one you livin' for and givin' ya more Make ya blush when ya hit my plush bedroom floor Nobody sittin baby You gettin' more than you can take So come on shorty stop bein' so fake [Chorus:] What must I do (To show you that I love you) What must I do (Please tell me) What must I do baby (To have you) What must I do baby (To hold you, to have you) What must I do (Come closer, I'll grab you) What must I do (Please tell me) What must I do baby (To have you) What must I do baby (Keep you iced out, spend nights out, baby I'll put ya lights out) [Lil' Zane] I know ya man ain't blind it ain't hard to see Blew his mind when he saw you in the car with me And my girl ain't blind cuz she ask and wanna see Who is that wit you when I passed the hummer I said nobody but she smelled yo' body Wit you bout a hour ago Should a listened when you told me take a shower though If I was her man she'd even take half my dough But I'm not So hop up in the drop we can cruise the block And got a spot where them niggas don't go On the low shorty pop 'dro But she don't let guys know By the time we left, her eyes low Let's do it in the parking lot Baby I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not Already comin' out my shirt cuz it's awfully hot Got down to everything but my jewels and socks [Chorus] [Lil' Zane] Last week I met this girl My nigga she drove me crazy Damn, she bad as hell Even let her push my Mercedes I hear she got a man But he ain't beatin it crazy That's why she came to Z Cuz I treat her like a lady Took her up out the hood Flossin' hard in fancy cars By my side at the awards Lookin' badder than the stars Chickens was getting jealous And players was lookin' mad Of course, could have been my Porsche But mami was kinda bad Hold up, am I startin to catch feelings that I never had And if I get serious will my niggas laugh She like 25, I ain't even 20 yet Diggin with her, gotta show her how my money stretch She got drops that she ain't drove yet She buyin' furs and it ain't even cold yet Gimme anything I need, shorty gon' go get I got platinum and I ain't even old yet [Chorus x 2 (with variations)]

Baby Mama

THREE 6 MAFIA "Choices"
[Chorus: Juicy J + LaChat] [Juicy J] It's my baby mama (yeanknow) I want child support She get boyfriend checks, but I stay in court It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' Cady And she always lookin' for sugar daddies [LaChat] It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke And he aint no good nothin', but a joke It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it He be cheatin' on me that's why I can't stand em' [Verse 1: Juicy J] Man this freak has got me stressin' in the court I must confessin' Playas try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin' In that jail I can't be stayin' and my g's you can't be cakin' Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment Hurr they go you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her Why you wanna try and impress me? Always lyin' tryna' caress me [LaChat] All these so-called ballas want me boy I'm styled you know I'm sexy I'm LaChat you see I'm swole got you waitin' at a tole Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin' I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin' in the kitchen Bake yo' biscuits up from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat But chu betta take care yo' kids Juvenile Court is where it's at Where it's at? Yeanknow? Cheese is missin' yean show And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice I'm mean though CHORUS [Verse 2: DJ Paul] It's DJ P and brothas be out we just tryin' to be dawgs But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk We kickin' dis off in them dose' and when it's on they gon' run And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks Ridin' Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat Keep that heat for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease The Vision 2 Juvenile Court is where they had yo' boy Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin' short Now that I'm payin child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn Spendin' nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn Warrents for yo' boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white Mayn if these boys want me they gon' really have to find me Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey CHORUS [Verse 3: LaChat] Why you playin? Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes? Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you? I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month [Juicy J] Pay you cheese I'll give you quarters I'll just wait for court to order Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin' Drinkin' on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit' it I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin' You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin' Now I see why you be freakin' now I know why you be geekin' If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season CHORUS

Burn Baby Burn

L.G. Wise
Verse 1 I ain't afraid to say Like you ain't afraid to hate Wanna tell you face to face Better turn or you won't see heaven's gate Wanna go to war with the mormons Wanna take a bath with the catholics Gonna find yoself in a burning hell Where them demons laughing And they got you and they hit you on the slow-mo They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no And so I write with my pen Hope you repent for your sin Can't take your pills and bottle of gin In case you can't get in Don't wanna see you burn Want to see you turn baby And if you don't you'll be screaming like a little lady Now do you hear me Shady Cuz it ain't all gravy And one day wishing And you screaming Jesus Christ save me Chorus Burn baby burn That's right we said it If you don't turn You better not forget it Burn baby burn You wanna play with God If you don't turn You suckaz think you hard Burn baby burn You know it's holy war If you don't turn My Father's gonna settle the score Burn baby burn na na now what na na now what Check it out Verse 2 I'm teachin cats How to live with wife and the kids Not doing time on the bids Cuz son I now how it is I spent my time in Riker's Island too Never seen a smiling crew They wanna slither you You know how Riker's Island do Dudes get in they face Slithered and living with scars The only dreams that they livin Is dreamin life without bars And son they gotta wake up And then they eat to keep they weight up The stress got em losing their mind About to break up You rappers ain't feeling me Say no room for me in the industry But it's clear to see What the indy is missing is me You rappers got the same flow Talk about the same (moan) About your little dough We know how the story go I know just what I'm doing And who I'm doing it for I spit it real for my kids Just like I spit it for yours And for the ones feelin like blowin a hole in they head Feelin like they better off dead Ever since you got your deal Ever since you made your mil Your gift was meant to heal But still you wanna kill Talk about your purple pills Rolling thru your purple hills I ain't gonna front Cuz you phonies can't keep it real You wanna holla back Then get at me dog Finally somebody got the gall To spit it to ya'll Lets ride out Chorus Verse 3 The ghetto ain't fabulous And yet you tellin us How you came straight from the gutter And how we gotta bust I've saw behind the bars You know they life is scared And how they bout to lose they life By fightin on the yard They looking thru the fence You on the other side On MTV you makin mils And still you gonna lie And you don't even know just what we goin thru And if you do then you should come and help us make it thru Now have you ever had a partner to die To see their momma cry Kids at their casket With the tears in they eye And if you do now tell me how they gonna make it And when they feel they can't take it Because they know they can't shake it You just another big lying talking brother Don't care about these mothers Or if we kill each other #1 like Nell You can be on TRL But if you don't switch it up You can still go to (vroom) Chorus

Keys To The Range

JAGGED EDGE "J.E. Heartbreak"
[CHORUS (x2)] You've changed you're not the girl that used to do things The way I like it it's a damn shame You was on your way to the house, money, keys, to the range Say what the dilly yo Said uh, won't you tell me sumthin I didn't know Do you got plans to be with me Then why'd you flip the script on me I need to know if you're the one I can take around the world So tell me tell me tell me baby Why do you change [CHORUS (x2)] I know you're feeling low Now that you're thinking about the things that you let go I know you're mad but uh I'm kinda glad cuz uh Look what you had and you still let it go away Baby why shouldn't I be happy I lost what I thought was close to me I should have known that you're not right for me [CHORUS (x2)] I can't believe Just when I thought you had me Then you turned around changed the game on me My fantasy You've gotta put the work in, the work in If you wanna be with me [Jermaine Dupri] All I remember was the relationship that was hot and strong Please I need you to tell me where it all went wrong Now was it my friends or your friends Or was it the fact that you received a jag when you wanted a benz Sound crazy I've seen hang-ups like that I mean shit, something made you change up like that I used to bang out your back, so ain't no way in hell I kept you with a stack so I know very well() You never missed a meal and got everything you dreamed Had me like, 'it's for real' bout to jump through a ring White 10 carats and nothing but bling bling And the right to tell me not to hit the scene You wanna give that up What is it Do I work too much Did the playa just lose his touch I mean it can't be that, I'm just shootin out things I thought you was the one but damn you changed [CHORUS (till fade out)]

Get Free Coleworld

J. COLE
[J. Cole - Verse 1] Strictly for the survivors The 800 number dodgers Boy, what I tell ya ass bout picking up that phone When the number unknown Tell them people I ain't home Half black learning white lies Niggas broke her heart now she trying white guys Too ashamed to bring around cause her homegirls’ll clown like “Girl I ain't know you like ‘em bitesize” She embarrassed now On edge cause she gotta meet his parents now They probably think I’m no good for ‘em Too dark, too thick, too hood for ‘em Now she sitting at the dinner table wondering what I’m doing here They got me feeling like a job interview in here They asking questions about a 5 year plan She saying “who I’m foolin’, they could never understand” They could never understand [Amber of Dirty Projectors] Look at me I Just can’t believe What they’ve done to me We could never get free I just wanna be (I just wanna be) Look at me I Just can’t believe What they’ve done to me We could never get free I just wanna be I just wanna dream [J. Cole - Verse 2] (Fuck is that smell) I smell bullshit, it must be an election year The more I listen man the more you sound less sincere Still I’m wathcing CNN tryna keep up In my interviews maybe I should speak up Tell the world how I feel like you lying all the time And keep ‘em niggas walking blind all the time But the same niggas think I’m fucking dimes all the time Like I'm walking round with money on my mind all the time And I feed into it I’d rather make tracks where I bleed into it The singles only the look to sell these niggas the book I can only pray that one day you’ll read into it If not, fuck it, I got my own problems Fuck ya beats nigga I produce my own albums I zone out, that old sound that I’ve grown out of Was born out of being broke with hope But it don’t matter I’m on Saturn now and I won’t shatter As long as this blood grows in my bone marrow I’m gonna gather my thoughts As sharp as a bow and arrow Back when I had no dough and no apparrel My flow’s thorough, now I’m more aware of the perils a nigga face Loaded pistols with nickle plates, the nigga fake That's why I call the shit a race Tha gony of defeat, wish the elite could get a taste [Chorus] Look at me I Just can’t believe What they’ve done to me We could never get free I just wanna be (I just wanna be) Look at me I Just can’t believe What they’ve done to me We could never get free I just wanna be I just wanna dream [Amber of Dirty Projectors] We’re all together in the same boat I know you, you know me Baby, you know me We’re all together in the same boat I know you, you know me Baby, you know me We’re all together in the same boat I know you, you know me Baby, you know me I Just wanna dream I Just wanna dream I Just wanna dream Baby, you know me

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