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JEREMIH lyrics - Late Nights With Jeremih

All Over Me

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[Intro] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me (uh) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me(on me mane) All,all,all over me (Thank God) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, all over me [Verse 1: Mikey Rocks] Hey man they all over me All you alls go to sleep Lay it down for the freaks Lay down something sweet I'm lights out,sober free Getting wasted totally Do them strippers show them treats Oh yeah? uh huh oh yeah? [Hook] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me (on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, all over me (all on me man) [Verse 2] It's ben gonna pop up, Do me proper I fuck you 'til you need doctor I'm a linger shopper,he a teenybopper Poppin' crystals you wanna do no vodka I'm young and flashy first and lastly Shave their heads all thanks to Cassy Ass shots like she was Nicki Or is it real these hoes is tricky Supper trippy, I can't call it they fake ballin' And they keep playin' they paintballin' And they fake poppin' Keep from hoes, and you hate options I'm doin' falls and I'm buying lean You walk in Fendi and dont buy a thing You mad 'til she tryna leave She curious and she tryin things She on the roll with that molly Poppin' one and she wildin Got no control of her body Look at what you just started And I still ain't tryin' man I still ain't tryin No sweat ,I'm still on time I ain't never laid her I ain't worn no cape I don't save them hoes and I ain't lying [Hook] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all ov- (on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, all over me (all on me man) Hey man they all over me All these hoes go to sleep Like the watch, tottally Get awat to somewhere free I'm lights out,sober free Getting wasted totally Do them strippers show them treats? [Verse 3] Any know my birthday Body shots she can get the first taste Drink drink up up your thirsty You tryin' to go home, not to first base And I'm tryna stay in VIP let me see your ID And I see I amaze you Work it hurt me you heard me Said they never saw it in the first place And they say that you should never put a past Now how about we get to foreplay And now you can't have my last name But you can scream my first name When I flip her from the back And we roam in the back So you know I had to kill it in the herse way Smoking in the purple, LA chill out Cali fornicate, LA fille Grabbing on the track like fray on phrase Riding this motherfucker to the 808 Yeah I ball 'til it to my way If you already know Jeremih If you got that bomb go dedinate You know I'm that guy and if you know that bomb Then give me some tick ok,ok [Hook] All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me (on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All over me, all over me, (all on me man) All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me All,all,all over me Hey man they all over me All these hoes go to sleep

Painkillers

Everlast "Whitey Ford Sings The Blues"
Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am. The local time is 6:45AM and the temperature is 89?.. I've been up all night On the redeye flight The dawn's early light Got the skyline bright I'm in the back of a car service My driver's kind of nervous 'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat You say you know where you at I say I know where I am And if you really want a tip Then Mr. don't get flam I ain't tryin' to be rude And I ain't stressin' you gramps But this shit right here It be the breakfast of champs I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold And I ain't here for your pleasin' So put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel And turn the radio up while I finish this L... Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you're staying, just let me know. Everlast: Good lookin' out...That's for you. I hop out my car Step into the lobby Everybody's on the floor (get down) It's a mother****in' robbery The shit's in progress I can feel the stress I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin' thirty five G's They told me to run it So I got bold and I front it And like Slick Rick said I know I shouldn't of done it 'Cause now they standin' over me Watchin' me bleed Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed There's a pain in my chest But yo, I must be blessed Because before I faded out I saw the EMS The paramedics They greet me with some anesthetics They killin' my pain They screamin' my name Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world I'm thinkin' about my mom My sister and my girl I'm prayin' to God Don't let this go too far As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R. They pull the bullets out my chest And give 'em back in a jar Now I'm wearin' this scar 'Cause I tried to play hard Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Everlast: What are you talkin' about? Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord. Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me? Doctor: Well, suffice it to say, I don't think you'll be jumping around anymore. Yo, this can't happen to me I just can't believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A parapalegic There ain't no rehab There ain't no therapy For the rest of my life Somebody's gotta take care of me And people stare at me With pity in their eyes And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again 'Cause my brain's ****ed up on percacet and vicadin Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins Gotta kill these pains Or blow out my brains To free me from these chains I'm trapped in this physical hell To walk again I just might sell my soul And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)

Mindstate

THREE 6 MAFIA "Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis"
[Gangsta Boo] I tried to warn 'em now they gunna Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow There is no tomorrow Armageddon is here to close it and Smoking on some green Thinking of a plan to rob a man ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all Who got them 9s Who got them Tecs Fuck alla y'all! [ScareCrow] Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope What would happen if I traveled back in time, And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow Happiness is not even an option my friend it is something that you'll never know Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea monsters and sorcery, Witches, genies, be-witches Give the ScareCrow permission Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind I explain the unexplainable myths and times [Chorus: Scarecrow (repeat 4X)] Triple 6 is my mindstate Pre-occupied with devil shit Trying to survive through this crime rate [DJ Paul] Sitting on the porch Trying to torch To the light green Weed then proceed To my mission as I allocate Meanwhile the sunset Trees blowing spookiness Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec So I snooped Coop and boop Load up and take a two with me man Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint Kick some doors Put some hoes On some mother fucking floors Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke [Koopsta Knicca] Forget yo G's, forget yo dead Where your little kids at Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though he was guilty they figured Not knowing that he was a mafia member A mafia member fell tossed in the river Using his skull Denting his wood Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for someone that saw all they face None of them got them a murder case Laying in disguise Get the Lies out they minds As they fly high wide In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white [Chorus] [Juicy J] Is it Friday the 13th Are you niggas scared As I cock my gun back Put a bullet through your head I split them dreads Whatever, whatever You better beware The evilest scare Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air I got them glocks So if you run you'll hear them pop And then you'll drop I'll come up on you and never stop Till I reach that point To wipe you out you hoes and haters Smoke you like joints You should have prayed to God to save ya [Crunchy Black] It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway Paul rode up in a viper man I jumped on the passenger seat and that's when he like started to explain How we gunna touch these hoes Shake them hoes Put 'em in a viper trunk Roll 'em to our stash spot And then we cut they body up

Neck Uv Da Woods

OUTKAST "Hold On, Be Strong"
(Let's Get Ready/The Wood soundtrack) [Intro - Mystikal] This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin [Mystikal] I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?) And respect me for takin it to em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha [Hook - Dre] X 2 If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Big Boi] All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH Yeah know that East Point never stop like that All the way to Decatur [Hook] X 2 [Dre] Hey, what's your name? Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! in the State of confused City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue But Generation Y high to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks? Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter? Would you holler that I'm live and ask another? Or take no heat and run for cover? [Hook] X 3

Neck Uv Da Woods

MYSTIKAL "Let's Get Ready"
[Intro - Mystikal] This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin [Mystikal] I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, () And respect me for takin it to em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha [Hook - Dre] [X 2] If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh [Big Boi] All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH Yeah know that East Point never stop like that All the way to Decatur [Hook] [X 2] [Dre] Hey, what's your name Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! in the State of confused City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue But Generation Y high to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter Would you holler that I'm live and ask another Or take no heat and run for cover [Hook] [X 3]

Fa Ha

LL COOL J "10"
'Don't you knowwwwww, don't you knowwwww..' See this is worldwide baby 'That it's wrong..' Germany, Italy.. France, Japan 'To take what is given..' Many foreign lands.. Talkin bout {HA!} Queens I'm talkin bout, Brooklyn I'm talkin bout, Uptown I'm talkin bout, downtown Oh y'all with this too {HA!} Jerz! The girl like, Strong Isle (oh they wild) The girl like, Connecticut Yo they get them, they need to get more shoutouts up there, word up 'To take what is given..' {HA!} [LL Cool J] Breaker breaker one-nine, I had a rendezvous Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue {HA!} She was young, too wild without a curfew {HA!} Smile I hurt you, had me goin berzerk too I'm guaranteein she'll be leanin in the coupe Fiendin for your loot, little demon schemin for Tiffany hoops {HA!} Yeah, her right there, Dominicans is doin her hair The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped Body sick, she never played fair, yeah {HA!} Far from classy, walk real nasty Talk real sassy, why you frontin Come smash me I can't do it baby-girl, your man might blast me for {HA!} I can't die for American Pie Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's {HA!} No surprise, your pipe will rise Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with {HA!} Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by {HA!} Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah {FA HA!} Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles I guess your motto is I'm a desperado Leave {HA!} alone, end up like Castellano Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano It's easy, child barely an Italiano But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel [Chorus] {HA!} No honey can set your body on fire like {HA!} Make you wanna get higher and higher with {HA!} Put your muder game down so you can buy it for {HA!} Street dreams, you gon' hustle and retire with {HA!} Walk in the crib, filled with desire for {HA!} SL, the rims and the tires for {HA!} Third strike, and all of your priors for {HA!} Gave up your whole empire for {FA HA!} [LL Cool J] She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, 'til it's too late You wanna time travel and re-do it, but wait You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates Damn, all because you and {HA!} had an early date Close your eyes, recognize, visualize What's the real reason you really freezin them pies, huh {HA!} Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs Got you subconciously contemplatin suicide Shoulda learned, remember how your man died {HA!} Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for {HA!} Multiple homicides, takin lives for {HA!} He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside {HA!} Check one-two, I select a few jewels for those of you, who are still confused She's an obstacle, hot and tropical Fatty so rockable, that anything's possible with {HA!} [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Cheese fantasies, dodgin the D's to please {HA!} Livin life on a flyin trapeze to keep {HA!} Who's the one you want {HA!} Who you wanna flaunt {HA!} She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want {FA HA!} Why you sell drugs {HA!} Why you a thug {HA!} Why do fools always seem to fall in love with {HA!} More advances than technology Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for {HA!} But they can't so they kill for Grants Smuggle iron in the party, pop {ex} for hot sex with {HA!} Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion Instant gratifacation oozin Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress Spilt game relentless, I had to represent Miss {HA!} [Chorus - repeat 2X (skips at start of second repeat)] [LL Cool J] Yeah, oh yeah {HA!} It's my 10th album, ha ha {HA!} Heh, and you don't stop {HA!} I said this my 10th album, uh-huh, oh yeah yea yea, yeah {HA!} And you won't stop, knahmean {HA!} 10 baby {HA!} Easy 'To take what is given..' We right baby, huh

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