D. Carter, N. Wilburn, A. Graham, M. Williams
Lil Wayne feat. Drake & Future
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me
Pussy-ass n-ggas stop hatin'
Lil' Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan...
F-ck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She on a strict diet
That's my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with head
Even better than Corinne
She don't want money
She want the time we could spend
She said "cause I really need somebody,
So tell me you're that somebody"
And girl, I f-ck who I want
And f-ck who I don't
Got that A1 credit
At that Filet Mignon
She say "I never wanna you make you mad,
I just wanna make you proud"
I say "baby, just make me cum,
Then don't make a sound"
Tunechi...
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me
Real n-ggas, f-ck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man...
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name tastes like sardines to these n-ggas
She wake up, eat his dick
Call that breakfast in bed, 69.96
I feel her heartbeat
I touched her chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down, I'm arresting this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me
And I love all my bitches
But it's like soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes' names
But then I would be snitchin'
And these haters try to knock me
But they can't knock me off the hinges
Tunechi...
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schoolin' them n-ggas
Pose for your class picture
And kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting' ass while I'm skatin'
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schoolin' them n-ggas
Pose for your class picture
And kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting' ass while I'm skatin'
Bitch...
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me
Трек из альбома "I Am Not a Human Being II" (2013),
песня вышла также на сингле. Золотой сертификат в США.
10-ая позиция в чарте Billboard Hot 100.
Текст песни взят из открытых источников.
Текст песни принадлежит их авторам.
A.Harr, J.Jackson, P.Renea, A.Delicata
Rihanna
Chest to chest, nose to nose
Palm to palm, we were always just that close
Wrist to wrist, toe to toe
Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose
So how come when I reach out my finger
It feels like more than distance between us?
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart on me, my California king
Eye to eye, cheek to cheek
Side by side, you were sleeping next to me
Arm in arm, dusk to dawn with the curtains drawn
And a little last night on these sheets
So how come when I reach out my fingers
It seems like more than distance between us?
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart on me, my California king
Just when I felt like giving up on us
You turned around and gave me one last touch
That made everything feel better
And even then my eyes got wetter
So confused wanna ask you if you love me
But I don't wanna seem so weak
Maybe I've been California dreaming
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
California wishing on these stars
For your heart on me, my California king
My California king
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart on me, my California king
6-ой трек из альбома "Loud" (2010),
песня вышла также на сингле.
Платиновые сертификаты в 3-х странах, золотые - в 2-х.
37-ая позиция в чарте Billboard Hot 100.
Текст песни взят из открытых источников.
Текст песни принадлежит их авторам.
C.Johnson, M.S.Eriksen, T.E.Hermansen, S.Wilhelm
Rihanna
I want you to love me like I'm a hot ride
Be thinkin' of me, doin' what you like
So boy, forget about the world
'Cause it's gon' be me and you tonight
I wanna make your bed for ya,
Then I'ma make you swallow your pride
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that's in command
'Cause I'm the only one who understands
How to make you feel like a man
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart, only one
Want you to take me like a thief in the night
Hold me like a pillow, make me feel right
Baby, I'll tell you all my secrets
That I'm keepin', you can come inside
And when you enter, you ain't leavin',
Be my prisoner for the night
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that's in command
'Cause I'm the only one who understands
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only one
Take me for a ride, ride
Oh baby, take me high, high
Let me make you first, first
Oh, make it last all night, night
Take me for a ride, ride
Oh baby, take me high, high
Let me make you first, first
Make it last all night
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that's in command
'Cause I'm the only one who understands
How to make you feel like a man
Only girl in the world, girl in the world
Only girl in the world, girl in the world
5-ый трек из альбома "Loud" (2010),
песня вышла также на сингле.
Платиновые сертификаты в 11-х странах.
1-ая позиция в чарте Billboard Hot 100.
Текст песни взят из открытых источников.
Текст песни принадлежит их авторам.
A.Harr, J.Jackson, S.Barthe, LP, C.Gibson, C.Ivery,
A.Lavigne, L.Christy, S.Spock, G.Edwards
Rihanna
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Cheers to the fricken' weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Oh, let the Jameson sink in
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Don't let the bastards get you down
Turn it around with another round
There's a party at the bar
Everybody putcha glasses up
And I drink to that
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Life's too short to be sittin' 'round miserable
People gon' talk whether you doing bad or good, yeah
Got a drink on my mind and my mind on my money, yeah
Looking so bomb, gonna find me a honey, yeah
Got my Ray Bans on and I'm feelin' hella cool tonight, yeah
Everybody's vibin' so don't nobody start a fight, yeah
Cheers to the fricken' weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Oh, let the Jameson sink in
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Don't let the bastards get you down
Turn it around with another round
There's a party at the bar
Everybody putcha glasses up
And I drink to that
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
'Bout to hop on the bar, put it all on my card tonight, yeah
Might be mad in the morning but you know we goin' hard tonight
It's getting Coyote ugly up in here, no Tyra
It's only up from here, no downward spiral
Got my Ray Bans on and I'm feelin' hella cool tonight, yeah
Everybody's vibin' so don't nobody start a fight, yeah
Cheers to the fricken' weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Oh, let the Jameson sink in
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Don't let the bastards get you down
Turn it around with another round
There's a party at the bar
Everybody putcha glasses up
And I drink to that
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Cheers to the fricken' weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Oh, let the Jameson sink in
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Don't let the bastards get you down
Turn it around with another round
There's a party at the bar
Everybody putcha glasses up
And I drink to that
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
3-ий трек из альбома "Loud" (2010),
песня вышла также на сингле.
Платиновые сертификаты в 3-х странах.
7-ая позиция в чарте Billboard Hot 100.
Текст песни взят из открытых источников.
Текст песни принадлежит их авторам.
Олег Газманов
Em
Кони.
Am H7 Em
В облаках летали кони.
Am D7 G
Над твоею головою
Am H7
Пролетали не спеша
Em
В поле
Am H7 Em
На земле лежал ты в поле
Am D7 G
Весь промок от свежей крови
Am H7
Вверх рвалась твоя душа
Припев:
Am D7
Туман вместе с дымом последнего боя.
G E7
Туман над травой, что растет под тобою.
Am D7
Туман застилает летящих коней
G E7
В высоте, в небесах.
Am D7
Туман. Может быть это все только снится,
G E7
Но кони над домом твоим будто птицы
Am H7 Em
Летят, отражаясь в распахнутых в небо глазах.
Am Hm Em
Туман
Ветер.
Унесет твой голос ветер
К той, что лучше всех на свете,
К той, что ждет тебя давно
Месяц.
Над тобою светит месяц,
И над нею тот же месяц
Улыбается в окно.
Туман вместе с дымом последнего боя.
Туман над травой, что растет под тобою.
Туман застилает летящих коней
В высоте, в небесах.
Туман. Может быть это все только снится,
Но кони над домом твоим будто птицы
Летят, отражаясь в распахнутых в небо глазах.
Туман
В поле.
Чуть дыша лежал ты в поле.
Над тобой как будто в детстве
Пролетали не спеша
Кони.
Вы куда несете, кони
На лице как на иконе
Отпечаталась душа
Туман вместе с дымом последнего боя.
Туман над травой, что растет под тобою.
Туман застилает летящих коней
В высоте, в небесах.
Туман. Может быть это все только снится,
Но кони над домом твоим будто птицы
Летят, отражаясь в распахнутых в небо глазах.
Туман
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