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Red Roses- Lil Skies Lyrics
Red Roses Lyrics:

[Intro]
Menoh

[Hook: Lil Skies]
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend
I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like to be teased
Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
I ain't worried bout shit, these niggas ain't scaring me
I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain't trusting a soul

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
I roll up the Mary Jane, no they can't feel my pain
I'm still trapping everyday, I think I'm stuck in my ways
If you looking for a handout get the fuck out my face
I don't care about no friends because they all were just fake
In my inbox like I owe you, I got this by myself
I was broken down bad when you said you would help
Now I'm up, they love to hate me, that's just bad for your health
And she say she a college girl but left her books on the shelf
She gon' fuck me like a porn star, a rock star
Trying to skirt off in that fast car, like NASCAR
Girl you know I got a cold heart
If I would give it to you, would you tear that shit apart
Red roses on my grave, bury me with art
And with some Backwoods and a lighter just so I could spark
Midnight rider, never put the car in park
I'm shining bright just like a light cause I came from the dark
I ain't never had nobody, put that on my mommy
I might have to catch a body if you try to stop me
She ride like a Kawasaki and she like it sloppy
Oh you got a hotty body, come ride on my Johnny
I'm go show you the wave, just give me some space
Why you all up in my face like you need a taste
Good designer on my waist, shooters keep the K
I tell them boys to play it safe, don't lay in your grave
I ain't never taking time off, I'm steady grinding
I'm never lying, was never crying
Take flights I'm flying, no you can't see me
Say you need me but you deceive me


[Hook: Lil Skies]
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend
I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like to be teased
Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
I ain't worried bout shit, these niggas ain't scaring me
I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain't trusting a soul

[Verse 2: Landon Cube]
I ain’t never forgotten, not a soul worth remembering
Cause all these motherfuckers turn to foe when they envy
So I don't talk, I work hard
Cause you could be someone today and just be nobody tomorrow
She said I'll never be shit but a god damn rock star
That blunt ash on the floor
Well she ain't that far off
Said she ain't that far off
Roll, smoke
That's all we know
Toke
Took a drag out that wood now she goin for my wood
So we going to my hood
Yea she gonna get it good
And she know who we are
She want this rock star life and she said I'm going far
And she off a bar
And she can't feel her face no more
Yeah she off a bar and she can't feel her face no more
She said she can't feel her face no more

2 Chainz- Money In The Way Clean Version

Money in the way clean lyrics:
Money In The Way
2 Chainz
Hit 'em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat
Psychedelic flow, I'm the dope and the antidote
Fade down the street from the pocket store, what you know?
Goin' back and forth, in and out, movin' lateral
Tools like mechanics, takin' women for collateral
Put her on the saddle with a paddle and an Adderall (Yeah)
Just tryna string it out like Latimore (Alright)
Old timer ass nigga, you are unemployed (You)
I'll buy my girl a building with the furniture (Tell 'em)
You still gettin' their hair done, I'm on the tummy tuck (Hah)
Yeah, I'm 2 Chainz, I'm known to double up (Double up)
In the double R with a double cup (Double cup)
Yeah, double parked at the W (W)
I'm from the South Side, go'n and throw it up (Throw it up)
Bein' around lame niggas give me phobia (Damn)
Every verse I do need a coroner (Coroner)
They say I'm heavy handed when I'm pourin' up
'Bove sea level (Yeah), I'm on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don't see nothin' (Alright)
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin' big flexin' (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin'
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way
It's definitely in the way, the bezel get replaced (Uh)
Whatever's in the safe, I put it in your face (Yeah)
They say life a bitch, we goin' on a date (Tell 'em)
I came from canned goods, I came from paper plates (I did)
God don't make mistakes, but he'll make a way (He will)
I got a pinky ring that cost 'bout 80K ('Bout 80)
You was led astray, I'm 'bout to set the pace
I think I'm booked up, but let me check the date (Let me check)
Watch my footsteps, yeah, ankle weights (Big)
Bought a new scale, tryna calibrate
Tryna add it up, I'm tryna allocate
Rockin' reptile, talkin' alligate'
You can clap that, talkin' patty cake (Bah)
School of hard knocks, you ain't graduate
Surround the bedroom with some yellow tape
And some chalk lines, they gon' investigate
'Bove sea level (Yeah), I'm on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don't see nothin' (Alright)
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin' big flexin' (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin'
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it's fallin' down, it's definitely in the way
Songwriters: Tauheed Epps / Ty-Ron Douglas
Money In The Way lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

2 Chainz- Forgiven Clean Version

Here's the link to the song at the end of the video (:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iUkC...

Forgiven Clean Version Lyrics:
[Intro: Marsha Ambrosius]
And we'll introduce you to the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21, Tauheed Epps
Yeah

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & 2 Chainz]
Prayer for our sins, I...
Prayer for our souls, the...
Tears that we're cryin'
Let 'em all be forgiven
Let it all be forgiven (When your dream, when your dream, dream, dream)
Just let it all be forgiven

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
When your dreams turn to nightmares
Transactions turn to Nike Airs
Went to Greenbriar Mall and bought five pairs
I stayed in the Creek, junkies used to preach
In the dope game, tryna reach my peak and go undefeated
I pleaded with the judge, this my first offense
High school b-ball, I'm tryna get a scholarship
No ACC, SEC, ClayCo APD
On a bumpy road like an ATV, EBT
Used to give me peace
I smile on the outside, inside discreet
As far as the past, wish I could press delete
Let my dogs off the leash
Rather buy it than lease or get murdered in the streets, fine line

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius, 2 Chainz, and JAY-Z]
Who can learn
Pray for the children (I pray)
I pray for our healing (I pray)
I know you feel it (I know you feel it)
Just let it all be forgiven (Lord forgive him, yeah)
Just let it all be forgiven (Lord forgive him, yeah)
Your sins, let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Dead lies, that is how we livin' (Lord forgive him, that is how we livin', yeah)
Just let it all be forgiven

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Got a phone call from Lil' Fate
Somebody shot his son, he didn't make it
My head achin', hands started shakin'
Foul beyond flagrant
He said, "Bro, what I'm supposed to do?"
I paused, remorseful
We been partners since public school
Kids ain't supposed to die before us
As a parent, it's apparent, ain't no parents
Seeing stops once we leave the carriage
Cold of the streets react with the heat to create balance
One of the biggest revenge is prayer
Me, Shondrae, and 'Cris was there
Guess Flesh won't spend Christmas there
But in spirit, know you hearin' it loud and clear
Whole family miss you as we stare off in the atmosphere
No fear

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & JAY-Z]
Prayer for our sins, I...
Prayer for our souls, the...
Tears that you're cryin'
Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)
Your sins let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him)

[Outro: 2 Chainz, Marsha Ambrosius, & Francis Farewell Starlite]
Hey, I don't know need to hear this
Dead lies, that is how we livin'
But if you're doin' somethin' to make...
Just let 'em all be forgiven
If you're doin' somethin' to make your parents have to bury you
You may want to slow down
Everything got a consequence, whether good or bad
Rest in Peace Chalyne
Bigg, I love you, bruh
You know what I'm sayin'?
My other partner lost his son too, right before the 18th birthday
We out here bullshitin', for what?
Pray for my soul
You don't get another life
This ain't no practice life
Pray for my sins
These tears that I'm crying, let them all be forgiven
Let them all be forgiven
That's it, that's it

[Outro]
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they address him
Still linger in the velvet of his dreams, the scene unseen
Black boy fightin' for manhood in a world that still sees through Jim Crow lens
Oh, them love him in his place
Separate, away, torn, disconnected, passive, submissive, and shufflin'
Oh, now just turn that shufflin' into dancin'
'Cause you know them love black boys dancin'
And singin' and ballin'
You know them love black boys' strength
But don't love black boys
Let me see your hands
*Gunshot*

I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG

Lil Skies- Real Ties Lyrics

Real Ties Lyrics:
Yeah (Yeah)
People knowin' that we lit (Yeah), nigga
They knowin' that we lit (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit
It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich
Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit
It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich
Lil' nigga, I got my weight up
Flexin' on the competition who tried to play us
Now we on, you niggas just gotta pay up
And I ain't done, I'm balling like I hit layups
Switch flows, switch cars, I switch hoes
My shit goes
I'm whippin' the pot like Crisco
These diamonds on me, just dancin' like we at the disco
No red light
You hear the shots, come and get low, 'cause
Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit
It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich
Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit
It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich
Rich, rich as a bitch
Money comin' in, my pocket Lilo and Stitch (Yeah)
Flooded the Patek, you see it shine on my wrist (Yeah)
To think I was a mess, to living my life like this (Yeah)
Put her in Chanel, she taking flights on a trip (Yeah)
I turn up at my show, get the backend then I dip (Yeah)
You never really know when somebody gonna switch (Yeah)
It's loyalty and trust, I don't be caught in the mix, 'cause
We got money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit
It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich
Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit
Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit
It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique
It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich
Songwriters: Kimetrius Foose
Real Ties lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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