M.I.A. – Reload Lyrics

Ok Reload
?????
Ok Reload
Like Scarface, Al Pacino

[Verse 1]
You got some nerve talking shit about me
When you ain’t that phat tho (??)
Yeah yeah be the time
Now it’s time I’m coming off my parole
??? the time with Bently, the gold, the yoga, Prada, Louis V ???
?????
?????
????? I spit on the ground
You don’t know? Had to be ?????
????? back home

[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down
Gonna get you from all around
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down
Gonna get you from all around

[Verse 2]
We’re much to young
???? fell far too deep
Ok cocaine now
Ganja, rizzla, sensimilia
????
???? playa
Let me see what you got on
Yeah yeah tracksuit still with your hoodie on
‘Member that girl that you called Lose (???)
Yeah last week I saw her ?????
‘Cause I know I know shit
Nothing on me she got the goods

[Pre-Hook]
Is you down
?? around
It’s ok
I’ll be good
Is you down
From all around
Well that’s ok
Shit’s tired anyway

[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down?
Gonna get you from all around

[Verse 3]
You got your head switched
You came into ????
Yeah yeah I’m a heartbreaker
What happened to you
Aren’t you ????
I want Public Enemy back
Chatty Flava and ???
Who gon’ come save us
Have to fight back that popstars’ bullshit

[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down?
Gonna get you from all around
Well that’s ok
Shit’s tired anyway
Is you down?
Gonna get you from all around

[Continues]

Andy Milonakis – Fuck Your Instagram Lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 1]
All these fake fucks always be fake flexing
Flicks [?] who you sexting
Pics of your bands but you know that you rent though
Talking bout foreigns but you know it’s a rental
All these hoes taking pics of cappuccino
Fake thugs tryna look like Al Pacino
All these thots playing [?]
Asking for a follow so their Insta glows

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 2]
You ain’t never left the states boy
I’m at [?] sipping grapes boy
So many stamps on my passport
This is the life that you asked for
Enough mirror pics [?]
Fuck your lame house and your dumb clique
I bet when you posted you thought you were the shit
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
Fuck your Instagram

[Outro]
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick-dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

Lil Yachty – Freestyle on Funk Flex Lyrics

Nigga, free Reese, free Nino
The world is mine like I’m Al Pacino
Got more money than a lil’ casino
Got caught fuckin’ on a bitch and her boyfriend walked in wearin’ full Chinos
Hopped out the back door, ran a four flat
That was like way back
Nowadays I just sit and laugh
Chopstick long as one giraffe
And I’m comin’ through, clear the whole path
Walked in the damn spot, it was all… team of niggas, fuck the whole staff
Goddamn, nigga, too playa
Why you hate? ‘Cause I’m too rare
Young nigga, I’m a fresh prince, coulda bought a crib out in Bel Air
Fuckin’ on a bitch from Delaware
$30,000 on a new coat, call PETA up, gon’ and soak it in
Tag still hangin’ from it, had it for a year and I ain’t even broke it in
Diamond choker so tight, tried to lift it up, shit did not go over chin
In the studio with Migo gang, everything we make is propane
Call ten bitches from the Blue Flame
Fuck ’em all, we ain’t even know their name
Front row at the ball game
Who that is dunkin’? Shit, that’s what’s his name
I don’t even fuckin’ watch sports but my backyard like a golf course
Niggas hatin’, on my dick and shit, I got more guns than a task force
When I talk, my voice kinda high
Niggas hatin’ usually sound kinda hoarse
My ex-bitch is built like a horse, she was 27, I was 19
Shawty there was a real stallion
But I ain’t trust her, feel like shawty there was wildin’
Young nigga, bitch, I’m QC, you can see this shit through the gold medallion
After this I’m out to Staten Island, got a young bitch, she be really stallin’
My young nigga tote a dirty K, I call him Dirty Dan, he’ll flip your van
Kick your door hard as Jackie Chan
Take your chain right up off your nightstand, lil’ nigga