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Johnson wants unrestricted travel to France, Spain as soon as possible

British Prime Minister Boris Johnson said on Tuesday he wanted to see unrestricted travel to Spain and France “as soon as we can”, but defended his government’s quarantine policy on arriving visitors.

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Spain may quarantine British tourists, minister tells BBC

Spain is considering imposing a quarantine on British travellers when it reopens its borders next week, in response to a similar policy at London’s end, its foreign minister said.

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Future of UK quarantine unclear as Spain says not discussing air bridges

Spain is not in talks with Britain to allow unrestricted travel via “air bridges” and would prefer a Europe-wide approach to tourism this summer, a foreign ministry source in Madrid said, potentially complicating the UK’s plans for the season.

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UK says Belgium is worse on COVID-19 deaths per million

The United Kingdom is on a similar level to France, Italy and Spain on COVID-19 deaths per million but Belgium is worse, a junior British health minister said on Thursday.

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Frank Zappa – A Little Green Rosetta

[Act III]

[after the song ends]
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth… And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…

[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]

[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
Betta
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta

Green rositti
A little green rositti
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there…really good)
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
[Etc….]

Good God! You’re really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World… we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people…who think that you re outta sight… And for the people in Spain…who think
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
Take eight…)

Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)

A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]

Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus… Causing the song to sound like this…

A little green rosetta

However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away… build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass… the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. I in listening to
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where
is five?

They’re pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
But it don’t make no difference
If they’re good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
[etc., etc., etc….]

AL MALKIN.
Zetta..

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Lil Durk – Nobody Knows

[Hook]
You want me to lose
No I’m not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
I got a story got a movie but nobody know
Believe me I’m real believe I’m trill for real, you should know
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 1]
Young nigga I had a curfew
What you don’t know won’t hurt you
You told police I hurt you
Like fuck that bitch who birth you
Y’all had me at my lowest
I love my brothers who snaked me but I don’t wanna show it
Can’t fuck with you I’m honest
Locked in that cell my first son I ain’t get to see him potty
I’m off them drugs when I get mad I say I’m goin’ Scottie
Take off them Gucci’s in the trenches I wear Foamposites
Lawyer fees and bond money, I drop big deposits
I drop big deposits, I like my hoe exotic
My gun get molestic they bound to catch a body
My homie got bodied I keep their mommas happy
My kids they goin’ to college, I sold dope in Giuseppe’s
Allah come help me (mhm), I’m healthy (mhm), I’m wealthy (mhm)
Drink filthy
Niggas, don’t get it
Niggas, ain’t with it
Bitches want attention, I told ’em they can’t get it

[Hook]
You want me to lose
No I’m not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
I got a story got a movie but nobody know
Believe me I’m real believe I’m trill for real, you should know
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 2]
They ain’t love you like I love you
You told me you ain’t trust ’em
And you only believe in me told you they say fuck you
Look what they did to the muscle, best believe these niggas gon’ touch you
Give the pussy up for free how you know I’ma tussle
You my brother for life
Man that shit don’t sit right with me
Niggas say they gon’ ride with me
When you died I was on yo’ side
Momma, I need you
Your son, he needs you
Your son is evil, they think they equal
These niggas don’t get it
Gotta ride around my city
Can’t let them get me, ridin’ around with my .50
30 percs got me dizzy
Got my gun and got one on top
Keep niggas in my business, ain’t no rules in the trenches

[Bridge: ASAP]
All that just be annoyin’ folk
If you can’t be, ay if you can’t be yourself folk, make your own decisions folk I’m cool

[Hook]
You want me to lose
No I’m not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
I got a story got a movie but nobody know
Believe me I’m real believe I’m trill for real, you should know
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh

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Vince Staples – Samo (Big Fish Theory Album)

[Intro: Kilo Kish]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Same old thang
Watch me do the same old thang
If I wrote your ass a love song, could I make it bang?
If I pull up with my gun drawn, run, I make it bang
Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang
Ain’t a damn thing funny, but we laughin’ to the bank
Never blow it on a chain, rather blow my fuckin’ brain
Decorator came from Spain, blow the budget on an accent couch
What that accent ’bout? Southern California livin’
Daddy in and out of prison, ain’t a father to my style
I’m the ODB of the OPB
When I go OT, all the shows sold out
And the hoes show out, tryna be a baby mama
Tryna break a player pockets, that’s a no no
This day forward, I ain’t takin’ photos
And we wear our own clothes, we ain’t givin’ promo no mo’

[Chorus: Vince Staples, (Kilo Kish) & A$AP Rocky]
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate
I’m comin’ for that last supper, center seat, I’ve been a G
I traffic ‘cross the interstate
We cracked and launched the murder rate
They know who did the killin’, but they didn’t see
Want a verse? Issa price. Want a show? Issa fee
We don’t do no bargain shoppin’, we don’t show no empathy
Empty out your pockets, $10,000 fee for that talkin’
Eye contact is an extra five
No doubt in mind, we the best alive
No testifyin’, we solid
Never told on my partners
My partna them got bodies
I’m tryna put ’em in ‘Raris
They used to put us in G rides, so now I put ’em in college
Put ’em on with this business then put ’em on with your mama

[Chorus: Vince Staples, (Kilo Kish) & A$AP Rocky]
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing

[Outro : Kilo Kish]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up

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Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

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Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

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Better on me – Pitbull feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Better on me

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Got a room with a mirror on the roof
Down in the keys keys keys
And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer
To New Year’s Eve with Snoop and Latifah
I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro versuri-lyrics.info
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
You look better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on meee.
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Nasty C – Check (feat. Erick Rush) (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
My life ain’t been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a ‘having loser’ written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it’s imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I burst around
And make you break your fuckin’ neck
Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debating about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I’m ’bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque

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YoungRichChris – Digits lyrics

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But Aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 1]
Yeah,I keep them digits
I’m counting all of my chickens
I got theses hoes switchin’
And they washin my dishes
The loud got me trippin’
I’m Shootin’ up theses niggas like I’m Scottie Pippin yeah like Scottie
Pippin
Niggas tryin be in the wave
Yo bitch is my slave
She goin DatWay
I’ve been trappin all day
Niggas watch what they say
Got the money and the K
Theses Lil niggas playing games
Theses Lil niggas go insane
Fake niggas tellin stories
Talk about getting brain
Talk about getting brain
Yeah, Talk about gettin’ brain
I Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from Spain
He was on that purple rain
He been to bando
Niggas played him like a piano
He played them back like Nintendo
They asked what was his name and it was Fernando
I heard he been to Orlando
I know a dude named Orlando
Ight let just trap to bando

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 2-YRC]
Ooh,I feel Like Yatchy
I’m fuckin’ on theses thotties
Niggas gettin’ missin, they loses bodies
Ooh I’m whippin in my fucking Audi
I know Christmas passed but I want a bitch who is naughty
Not a bitch who is snotty
Yeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some fucking blue chesse
I pipe it up and get it missin
I got bitches kissin
And they keep on switchin
My a-Game on twitch
Got so much money I might be rich
Theses fake niggas talkin’ shit
I got vans on my feet
Niggas trappin to beat
Man fuck a seat belt
Watch the fuckin seat melt
I ain’t no Christian but I pray before eat
I keep the key to the street
I keep the key to the street
Yeah,I keep the key to the street
I got the key to the street
Wait, i keep the key to the street?

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man, free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

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PnB Rock – Range Rover (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these cups, all these bottles
All these drugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know he a lame
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super lit, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they’ll take your life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, now I could buy any whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunna

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

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Looking Glass Band – Brandy

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

"Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

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PnB Rock – Range Rover Lyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these hooks, all these bottles
All these jugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know your lane
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super late, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they ain’t taking life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, I could buy a new whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunter

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober