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This Is What I Mean Lyrics – Stormzy

Updated

May 28, 2023

Read This Is What I Mean Lyrics by Stormzy

Check out these amazing song Lyrics for “This Is What I Mean” by Stormzy . Read and enjoy the lyrics by singing along.

“Stormzy – This Is What I Mean Lyrics”

Oh
Oh-oh, why?

(Oh)
It’s a bigger operation (Oh, oh)
What’s with all the speculation? (Oh, oh)
Had to close the store for renovations (Oh, oh)
My cous’, he said “Stormz’, man, they’re runnin’ out of patience, you know” (Oh, oh)
Time to make a statement (Oh, oh)
Time to free my mind of limitations (Oh, oh)
Finesse the majors, that’s my form of reparations (Oh, oh)
They said, “You can’t slide, you’re a treasure to the nation” (Oh, oh)
But what they gonna do, what they gonna say? (Oh, oh)
Stormz’ got that sauce, this that bolognese (Oh, oh)
Talkin’ ’bout the bread, like it correlates (Oh, oh)
I see you lookin’ bothered with your bothered face (Oh, oh)
Even though we’re comin’ from a common place (Oh, oh)
All I see is stars, like we in a Wraith (Oh, oh)
So give him room to grow and just give him space (Oh, oh)
And he could be a young, black Jimmy Nates

Oh, this is clean, this is clean
This is what I mean
I said, this is what I mean, yo

All my niggas got it, we unanimous
Cut from different cloth and different calibers
My skeleton is matchin’ with my managers’
She love me, ’cause I’m handsome and I’m talented (Boy, boy)
Hangin’ off the banisters
Tell me, who’s gon’ pay for all the damages?
Ah, I’m just reckless, like the mandem is
Talkin’ recky, we gon’ ask you where your manners is
I said it from a kid, you should’ve listened
I manifest the shit and then it happened
Said that I’ma do it, then it happens
(P2J up on the rhythm and it’s slappin’)
I shout my brother Giggs, that’s more than rappin’
Shout my sister Mel, we doin’ fashion (Sheesh)
Ah, all this work that I’ve been mashin’
Put your boy in the position where I profit off my passion, alright
They don’t know about the times I’ve bled
Give a fuck ’bout what the timeline said, I do your day streams
In a second, yeah, I shine like Ed
I thank God for the life I’ve led, then get the Wraith clean
I heard them say that grime ain’t dead
I’m Harry Styles, the way I fine-line tread, you’re goin’ mainstream
Mind your business, ‘fore you mind my bread
If ten milli’ weren’t enough, I make a lifetime pledge, alright (Boy)

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Go Hard Lyrics by Lil Baby

Published

3 weeks ago

May 5, 2023

Whale

American Hip hop rapper, Lil Baby drops a brand new song tagged, “Go Hard”. The official Lyrics of “Go Hard” is available below.

Lil Baby – Go Hard Lyrics

Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win

Verse 1
You pillow talking to hoes again
You breaking the code again
I’m on the road again
We snuck in this bitch with them poles again
This chopper do tricks, you gon’ go fold it in
I know they be hating, I still post they shit
We slid on they block like we ‘posed to slid
This Glock been with me on my road to riches
We done over-sold the load again
Too many plays, been up for too many days
Boy you a bitch, you got feminine ways
I get the drop, I’ma pay, they gon’ spray where you stay
I had to check on my man, think he part of the Klan
Keep a mask, he got too many Ks
I had to run up them bands when I got out the can
Can’t go back, I got too many cases
He actin’ bad on the ‘Gram but we know what’s gon’ happen
It happen in every occasion
Somebody killed, I be telling my youngins to chill
Check the stats, I do numbers for real
And this ain’t no cap, I get money for real
That lil’ boy ain’t run up no commas for real
Don’t play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I’m still in the field
Five hundred racks sitting in my Urus
Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes
Superhero Baby saving the ghetto
If I’m not the man, I’m the man in the middle
Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol
He just a fan, and he mad I don’t feel him
I know they know that I ran with them killers
Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys
Drivebys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die
I risk it all, put my sack on the line
I came from the back of the line
We had it cracking since back when lil one was alive
You can go ask on my line
I wish Lil Woo would’ve never went through with his move
But I’m glad that he through with his dime, yeah

Verse 2
He tryna diss me, that shit ain’t gon’ get to me
I can’t give pussy ass niggas my energy
He say that shit when I see him, then he’ll see
Know they mad ’cause they can’t take a seat with me
Got the best of the best in the sheets with me
Hands down, can’t nobody compete with me
I eat filet mignon I’m a cash cow
I got ten million cash from my last album
I’m just waiting on my brother to max out
Every show that I get, it be packed out
Five K for your teeth, you got ripped off
Spent a hundred thousand on mine
Crack a smile just to show the diamonds
From the corner to another continent
Got a baby daddy? I don’t wanna hit
Need a Nike deal how I’m running shit
He can’t come to the A, he on punishment
Catch that boy out of place, we gon’ punish him
Take his chain and his watch on some funny shit
Brodie ready to crash on some dummy shit
Gotta fuck me for free, ain’t no money bitch
I’ve been on some pimp shit lately
I been off a jet with some made men
We got twenty vibes out in Vegas

Outro
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win

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Pop Smoke ft. PnB Rock – Like Me Lyrics

Published

4 weeks ago

May 1, 2023

Whale

American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Like Me”. The official lyrics of “Like Me” is available below.

“Like Me Lyrics”
(feat. PnB Rock)

(You fire)

You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She feeling, she say “you so wavy, boy you sexy, yeah you fire”

Look, I’m like what’s cracking, she like, “Pop, I got a man”
I’m like, damn, how you know me? Says she got me on the ‘gram
I said, look, I understand, but baby I’m a fan
Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land
She said what’s that on your face? I say that it’s a cold world
The way you biting your lips though got me like “oh girl”
Get money and stay aggressive, baby it’s your world
Martin talking to Gina, baby you go girl
Who you with? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and the killers who I hang with
Yeah I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich
I’m 823 and everybody knows I’m sanctioned
Watch, if I shoot, I’ma shoot that
Woo and I’ma woo back
Yeah I’m from the floss you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ears
She’s like send me a text
At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed
Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge
Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head
What’s next? Look
Let me fuck you let me suck you let me eat you let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to
If you ain’t know I had the power let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu

You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She said “boy you handsome, boy you sexy, boy you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real girl, I’m looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say “boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy you fire”

I’ma call you everyday at 12 o’clock, how you doing like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I’ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louis Vutton and Guiseppe’s, all I do is chase Fetty
Know I ride with that semi so let me know when you ready
I’ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collecting funds
Grabbing on your ass, got a rollie on my wrist
Baby you could bring a friend, that’s when the party begin
All them tigers on my collar, ain’t always just been Gucci
Riding past your block, bumping YFN Lucci
You saying talking is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I make this song so you can add it to your music
I’m top tier, yeah I ain’t never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx I’ma always keep you Fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishing gear
Put me on any block, you know I’ma get it there

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Pop Smoke ft. Gunna – Dior (Remix) Lyrics

Published

4 weeks ago

May 1, 2023

Whale

American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Dior (Remix)”. The official lyrics of “Dior (Remix)” is available below.

“Dior (Remix)”
(feat. Gunna)

[Pop Smoke:]
Huh, roll another one
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh you feelin’ sturdy, huh? (You feelin’ sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin’
Shake it, shake it, shake it

She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I’m paid
Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit
I can’t fuck with these niggas ’cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin’ dick
All in my comments and screamin’ my name
While I’m in the club
Throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I’m wildin’
If I’m on the island, I’m snatchin’ the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, I’m raisin’ hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin’ state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don’t come out your mouth, you know I’m like that
I’ll make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin’ in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction