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That’s So True Lyrics [Verse 1] I could go and read your mind Think about your dumb face all the time Living in your glass house, I'm outside, uh Looking into big blue eyes Did it just to hurt me, make me cry Smiling through it all, yeah, that's my life [Pre-Chorus] You're an idiot, now I'm sure Now I'm positive, I should go and warn her [Chorus] Ooh, bet you're thinking, "She's so cool" Kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the room Wait, I think I've been there too, ooh [Verse 2] What'd she do to get you off? (Uh-huh) Taking down her hair like, oh my God Taking off your shirt, I did that once Or twice, uh No, I know, I know I'll fuck off (Uh-huh) But I think I like her, she's so fun Wait, I think I hate her, I'm not that evolved [Pre-Chorus] I'm sorry she's missing it, sad, sad boy Not my business, but I had to warn ya [Chorus] Ooh, bet you're thinking, "She's so cool" Kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the room Wait, I think I've been there too, ooh Ooh, you've got me thinking, "She's so cool" But I know what I know and you're just another dude Ooh, that's so true, ooh [Bridge] Made it out alive, but I think I lost it Said that I was fine, said it from my coffin Remember how I died when you started walking? That's my life, that's my life I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling? You should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling That's your prize, that's your prize Well [Chorus] Mm, bet you're thinking, "She's so cool" Kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the room Wait, I think I've been there too, ooh Ooh, you've got me thinking, "She's so cool" But I know what I know and you're just another dude Ooh, that's so true, ooh, ooh, oh

This is better than all the other ones

you mind if i write somethign to this and use it

Got a couple of Ms on me now, and I'm close to the ground, tell the cameraman, "Can't catch this" I ain't text her in a couple of hours, she call me and tell me that she feel neglected (I'm sorry) I done took me a piece of a X on some stayin' woke shit, and I'm textin' my ex-bitch I can get 'em sent right to your doorstep, don't matter the state, boy, I'm really connected In the cut with a model, it's up by the bottle, I buy Audemars just to flex it Really come from the bottom, I could've got shot up, I know for a fact it's a blessing In Atlanta, I come from the West End Flyin' Delta, the choppas gettin' checked in I already got Ms, tryna touch me a B, got her body done, she my investment For a fact, these lil' niggas ain't fuckin' with me, reached the top, and I ain't break a sweat, bitch I'm the one every time, you can bet that (bet) Makin' checks off of rap and investin' it (investin') Drugs and guns, bro, my whole hood infested (it's fucked up) Want it all, I can't settle for less then I provide for you, never lied to you, keep you right out the mix Baby, you would never be involved Got me wide open, we been vibin' A couple insecurities, I even fell in love with all your flaws You know I'm always workin', but I answer all your calls Ain't no hidden motives, I be doin' it just because Got me wide open, we been vibin' A couple insecurities, I even fell in love with all your flaws Your smile the cutest, your eyes look like they from heaven Your body, I'll do it honestly, you laughin' They all can say I'm a dog, but they don't regret me Ferrari, the SF-90, you can't catch me You will die right here where you try it, don't test me Fuck all of 'em niggas all in your text message I'm richer, I'm way cooler, I'm not flexin' I'm always thinkin' about money, I can't help it If it happens, it's meant to happen, I can't stress it In Dubai with some super fine shit, we on a jet ski I heard you got a boyfriend, you need to dead that Talkin' to you, tryna figure out where your head at I know it get tight payin' bills, I'll take care of that I know you been wantin' to tour the world, we can go anywhere If I fuck with her game, she a Chanel girl If you go tatt my name, you a Hermès girl I provide for you, never lied to you, keep you right out the mix Baby, you would never be involved Got me wide open, we been vibin' A couple insecurities, I even fell in love with all your flaws You know I'm always workin', but I answer all your calls Ain't no hidden motives, I be doin' it just because Got me wide open, we been vibin' A couple insecurities, I even fell in love with all your flaws Your smile the cutest, your eyes look like they from heaven Your body, I'll do it honestly, you laughin' Your body, I'll do it honestly

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W vocals Ciara

Can u do Money?

Raltie worker, I've been layin' ties on coal in the ground But I'm leavin' this evenin' on the same tracks I laid down There's some boys out in Jersey that are calling me out by name I got a reason to believe I ain't glory bound anyway And if you're reading this letter Tell my mother and my brother that I love 'em He's got the better blood of my old man and our cousins But he made a bad deal with some boys out on Oak Island And if he don't pay, they say they're bound to find him But if I find 'em on that island first, the worst is yet to come 'Cause no blood in the mud I was raised in spends life on the run And I went to Jay's tavern, and it happens that them boys were there Recognized his backside from the color of our mother's hair And my brother found another way to make himself a decent little livin' He turned around and found himself a lickin' only blood could give him And I told him I was there to keep him clear of that island He said, "I love you, Mickey, but I found out that I'm them." And I got bad blood with some blood out on Oak Island And if he stays, I say I am bound to find him But if I find 'em on that island first, the worst is yet to come 'Cause no blood in the mud we was raised in, spends life on the run

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I'm gonna make an inst for it

thank you so much better than others

I can hear the song in the background

Me when McDonald’s

one of the few songs i’m recording for my girl to play for her on valentine’s day. i love her so much.

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sick vid dude

Vvs switch - (REMIX) - Pressure 9x19, Cdobleta, Yeruza, Myke Towers, Hades66, Luar La L Intro (Myke Towers) (Young kinz baby) Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar Y sin cojone', yo nunca le vo'a bajar, ey Hijo 'e puta, yo nunca le vo'a bajar Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el bo (bo) Esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como el boss Si no' viste con tre', pue', le dimo' a la' tre' Si no' viste con do', pue', tú sabe' que le dimo' a la' do' Verso (Cdobleta) El diablo blanco CDO, AH La pieza brilla por los diamond, estrella como Ben Simmons Otro coso pa' la olla, como Pabon Pa' las babie' Victoria, ya no es Avon, pa-pa-par de coso' tengo Van pa' Philly sin descuento, van pegao' al pavimento Los pusimo' a prueba y se trancaron Los que van pa' Monte Bello, los mandamo', les saltijo en la G-Wagon Pressure pasa el Mini Dragón, que esta vuelta la ganamo' Me dice que la haga, yo la hago Las metemo' pa'l bunker, allí las explotamo' Desde El Doble a Calimano, hijueputa, no jugamo' Los Kia los robamo', por encima te pasamo' Ki-ki-kilógramo', 300 Blackout, espartano Don dun-dun te rematamo', en el mostro, está mi hermano Y si cae' preso, ahí adentro te picamo' V-VVS son los switche', las puta' 'tán a switche En RD, un Dios de michi, ahora sí que yo me embiché Observando desde los bleacher, tu patrón es un snitche Me voy a meter pa'l barrio y te detonamo' al pitcher Bregando con muerto', bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con Nintendo que no falla Te voy a llenar de roto' y de Wock me bebo dos raya' Coro (Pressure 9x19) VVS en to' los switche', my nigga, estamo' a switche' A tu puta me la chicho, ahora picheo, pues, me embiché Mirando desde los bleacher, mis menore' están al switche Los carjacking sin guante' esperando que no me fiche (Yeruzaa) Verso (Yeruza) Hoy ando de negro Hoy ando de luto Que en paz descansen los que se cayeron por el grupo Tantas las razones por las cuales ejecuto Tantos los problemas que la vida no disfruto Hay muchos cabrones que quieren envolverme Matarme para no verme Tengo que disparar Y en mi mente Yo mismo diciéndome que mi alma va perderse Pero fuck it nigga voy a mandar sin perse Negro déjame ahí que esto es in and out Yo rápido chambeo y te los dejo a to's parkia'o El palo esta desacata'o Los demonios a mi lau Sangre y guerra Que este menor esta proba'o Ponle ese tambor al R sport ponselo Siente el vapor el calenton Amen Siente como se te pone frío el corazón Que viva la mala fama yo quiero ver un millón Puede que algún dia me maten Pero todavía no hay nadie que me haga jaque mate Bre-bregando con muerto', bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con la X que no falla Te voy a llenar de roto' y de lean me bebo dos raya' Verso (Myke Towers) Bre-bregando con muerto', bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con la X que no falla Te voy a llenar de roto' y de lean me bebo dos raya' Esto' cabrone' me lo tienen que mamar Dios, perdona a to' lo' mío', 'tán burlando a lo' pastore' alemán Si no es en role', pue', entonce', Audemars Estoy en mi canto, huelebicho, ¿dónde má'? Siempre que yo tiro, e' con un flow original El día que me parezca a alguien, pue', mejor no digo na' Si me ven brillando, esto' cabrone' miran mal La cuenta bancaria como la de Neymar To'a esta' mujere' a mí me quieren como a Angelo Millone' Los fanático' regado' por toda' la' regione' Y mi música sonando por to' los callejone' No son ustede', soy yo, no se encojonen Estoy a lo Yankee y lo que doy e' jonrone' Ello' tienen frío olímpico cometiendo errore' El día que me vaya, por favor, no me lloren Resucitaré si nacen rapero' mejore' Y no voy a bajarle ni aunque me toque el infierno Saben lo que me refiero A nombre de to' lo' envidioso' e' que lo' Phillie' lo' enciendo ¿Entiende' lo que estoy diciendo? Los quiero lejo' porque no me relaciono con los cerdo' Desde arriba lo' observo Tengo mi gente y comoquiera yo solito me resuelvo Dime tú qué va' a hacer, bo, jaja Los miro a la cara y se les ve la envidia Dios mío, que nunca se caigan la' vía' Siempre lo mantengo gangsteril Los mío' hasta por el correo le envían (hey!) Millonario joven No le falta na' a abuela ni a la mother Ahora quieren conmigo to'a' la' top model' Ninguna va a hacer que yo me enamore, ey To'a la orquesta con los peine' de tambore', sí Mando a los delantero', te meten gole' Young Kingz, baby (yeah) Verso (Hades66) Oye, VVS en to' los switche', yo sí que estoy al switche' Con el palo en la guagua, aunque esto' cabrone' me fichen Larry Bird dentro de la cancha, Phil Jackson senta'o en los bleacher Ustede' roncan de bichote, y como 6ix9ine, son snitche' Bre-bregando con muerto', bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con la X que no falla Te voy a llenar de roto' y de lean me bebo dos raya' Engrilleta'o como YoungBoy, te cambio el weather como Floyd La pieza fabriqué por Inglaterra como Henry Royce Te va' a morir por Lima como Alonso de Monroy La sangre mancharon mis Gucci como el logo de Detroit Yo no pago por puta', si me gusta, voy y la estrello Como un talibán con el AK por fuera en el camello Yo sí que vendo los kilo', me importa un bicho los sello' Chingando la jodo to'a, la escupo y la agarro po' el cuello Que mueva el culo la stripper, los degollo, Jack The Ripper ¿Quieres bicho, canto de zorra? Ven, pa' que me baje' el zipper Tú lo que ere' es senda puta, no un ángel de los Clippers Que la llene de telaraña hasta el toto a lo Parker Peter Soy un evil a lo Resident, los tiro', muertos president El blanquito flow Eminem, de bicho tiene síndrome Por voice me dice: Chíngame, en Navidad quiere un Jingle Bell Le di Disney a la Tinker Bell, nadando como Michael Phelps El Draco está brillando, la 18 C brillando Me confiscaron el pistol y me compré un R Carbon Coro (Pressure 9x19) Brega-brega-bregando con muerto', bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con la X que no falla Te voy a llenar de roto' y de lean me bebo dos raya' Verso (Luar La L) Mis diamonds VVS 1, si no baguette', jeje La rápida cuando la aprieto se me abre el Patek Ando con Chef cocinando a la carta y bala' no nos faltan En mis problema' voy de frente, yo nunca campeé, ah Salte, que estás en el medio y voy a atropellarte Soy arte, el que siempre los pinto, de rojo el esmalte Bo, salte, te ando penetrando pa'l aro a lo Carter Recarguen, que les vamo' a prender toa' las bala' que falten Gatita, maulla, michu michu, se te ve que tú quiere' mi bichu Sin problema, pa' mí eso no es issue ¿Cuánto cobra'? Yo te pago el feature Gatita michu michu, toma bichu, ¿tiene' hambre? Tengo un rifle que cuando lo trueno a par les da calambre Sigan tirando pulla', baby, parecen alambre' Yo estoy millo y no te voy a matar, si tú te muere' de hambre Está escuchando tres kilo' de fenta en un chanteo El Michael Jordan de mi generation, yo que tú gardeo, cabrón Oye, tú sabe' que yo no fallo, baby, Tre' Letra' Bre-bre-bregando con muerto', bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con la X que no falla Te voy a borrar el rostro y de lean me bebo dos raya' Verso (Pressure 9x19) El-el pana mío es palero, me dice: Quiero otro muerto Yo los cazo paticojo, yo no fallo, no estoy tuerto Te meo la tumba, cabrón, te meo los dreadlock A tu father yo lo mato, dondequiera me lo encuentro No llamen pa' arreglo, por un verso yo te estrello Voy a seguir cazando con El Rubio y Ojo' Bello' 'Tán pendiente' a la receta, me respalda El Cocinero El que no falla con el 300 certero Me gusta que se forme, bitch, me gusta el reguero También vaciar los peine' completo', entero' VVS en los switche', my nigga, estamo' a switche Diamante en los botone', ahora sí que yo me embiché Brega-bregando con muertos, bañándome con su sangre Gatita michu michu, toma bicho, ¿tiene' hambre? Cuando yo te ataladre con la X que no falla Te voy a llenar de roto' y de lean me bebo dos raya' Y no hay ni que roncar Lyke mike, como myke Coming soon, baby, jaja Empercocia'o, ¿oíste, cabrón? ¿Qué pasó, cabrón? Tre' Letra' Dime, Pressure La L Make Money Los Pulpo', hijo de la gran puta Mera dime Yeruza Yeruzaa! Is the Broke way or the Money wayy ah ah ah (Moneywayy) El Diablo Blanco Cabron! Dime yecko Jaja! La Pression Los Pulpo Bo bo bo Young kinz baby Yeruza! Dime Luar Dime hades Myke Towers, El rey de la rapida Cdobleta y Yeruza Moneywayy cabron! la presion La L

Absolutely amazing for practicing on my guitar ❤❤❤

What software application do you use for music isolate acapella like bed chem?, I think the acapella isolation is clear and really good!! I luv it!! ❤😌

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Big Respect to King Vybz Kartel the King of Dancehall Music. In fact, the Str8 Vybz Song is a Mega Hot.

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Thank you i need for the mashup

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im on hold and the music sounds like the instrumental and i matched it up it was fire

You know I'm impatient So why would you leave me waiting outside the station? When it was like minus 4 degrees And I get what you're saying I just really don't want to hear it right now Can you shut up for like once in your life? Listen to me I took your nice words of advice about How you think I'm gonna die Lucky if I turned 33 Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney Every other week But cut me some slack Who do you want me to be? 'Cause I'm too messy And then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job" And you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'Til I open my big mouth I want to be me Is that not allowed? And I'm too clever And then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry Unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'Til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you And you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot It's taking you ages You still don't get the hint I'm not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice And please, don't pull those faces When I've been out working my arse off all day It's just one bottle of wine or two But hey, you can't even talk You smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why you're out getting stoned at 4 o'clock And then you come home to me And don't say hello 'Cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes 'Cause I'm too messy And then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job" And you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'Til I open my big mouth I want to be me Is that not allowed? And I'm too clever And then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry Unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'Til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you And you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot And I'm too messy And then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job" And you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'Til I open my big mouth I want to be me Is that not allowed? And I'm too clever And then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry Unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'Til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you And you hate the fucking lot

standard tuning, capo 1st fret ----- chords needed: F/C: x3321x Am7: x02010 Gadd4: 32001x C: x32010 ----- strumming pattern: d udud udud du

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Can I use this??

Hey can we please get Bryson Tiller "Whatever She Want" instrumental with hook please?

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Only thing that's saving you (oh-oh) Is the heart of a woman Yeah Only thing that's saving you, oh Is the heart of a woman Hey, yeah Question is, why I do the things I do? Answer I may never find, but I'll always choose you Wanna give up on you but, damn, I know I can't I put the blame on me for giving you chance after chance In love with you, but can't stand your ways And I try to be strong But how much can I take? Put your words on your life this time And I hope your ass ain't lyin' 'cause Only thing that's saving you (only thing that's saving you) Is the heart of a woman Yeah, oh-yeah Only thing that's saving you Is the heart of a woman Yeah-yeah It's my mind and my soul versus your pride Nigga, check your ego 'cause I left mine at the door Just because I let it slide Drowning all in my emotions I let you slide in this ocean I'm in In love with you (love) but can't stand your ways (with you) And I try to be strong But how much can I take? Put your words on your life this time And I hope your ass ain't lying 'cause Only thing that's saving you (no, I can't take it no more) (I'm bound to walk out the door) is the heart of a woman Oh-oh, oh-oh Only thing that's saving you Is the heart of a woman Ah, ah

Thank you I really needed this

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thank you so much ❤️‍🔥

thank you for this <3 can you do Karrueche by Tory Lanez? thanks so much <3

Exactly what I was looking

damn what yall doin? moving a dresser in the back?

Hits hard

Love it now i can practice with my guitar❤❤❤❤

Thank you very much 😭💗💗💗💗💗🍓

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Been looking for this thank youu!