Search results for 'Wireless App Voice'

Oh baby what's up
What's App what's app what's app
Yayay
Oh baby what's up
What's App what's app what's app

Oh baby what's up
Aye
I like your photo

Money man, money man
I need me a hundred grand
I need me a hundred bands
Cash app
Talking 'bout feeling I don't catch that (Prr)
Where the bag at?
I

to a wireless heart
Its got to be clear, your voice in my ear
Telling me you're on your way
I'll get another beer, soon you'll be here
We'll be dancing the night

On Hyndford Street

Van Morrison

Hymns to the Silence

1991

As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence
And carried

Alabama to Alla
Alabama to Cable & Wireless
Heavy on blaze I dey burn till I daze That be how I dey let go my problem
Voice if the pain I dey talk

Send that cash app miss yeah
This one different right here 
This that summer time shit right here, yeah
Light up 
Summer time shit word


cs we come

be on that Instagram and always on that Snapchat
Only social media that I be on is Cash App
Only social media that I be on is Cash App
I don't want

to the cash app
Zelle or apple wallet
You can even wire it
But if it all fails shit I'll take a cash deposit

On the real niggas need to tighten up everything

I heard you on the wireless, late last night,
Your words dancing through the air, like stars so bright.
A melody of secrets, you softly share,

wireless light the night
So we tuned ourselves away to
The lonely songs of satellites
Voices from distant cities tell
Of empires conquered in our minds

Glowing wireless light the night
And so we tuned ourselves away
To the lonely songs of satellites
Voices from distant cities tell
Of empires conquered in

Please dead that, dead talk on your dead apps
Or I'll send my dawg to go fetch that
Ride out in jet black
cnd bring it to a brudda like what?!, huh?!

Then the broken up voice on the wireless said
“The plague took NYC”
So RUN!

Wherever the wind will blow
There’s no other place to go
Cursed to be on our

the sails
Then the broken up voice on the wireless said
“The plague took NYC”
So RUN! 

Wherever the wind will blow
There’s no other place to go
Cursed to be

the morning comes
Jazz and blues and folk, poetry and jazz
Voice and music, music and no music
Silence and then voice
Music and writing, words
Memories,

the morning comes
Just a closer walk with Thee
Jazz and blues and folk, poetry and jazz
Voice and music, music and no music
Grant it Jesus if you please
Silence

Order away
Back in the days I wasn't playing, I'm still in my ways
Straight to the app spent like a k, can you relate
You know your place, you know

As if it never was
But a child
Who owes nothing

The virus strikes again
The virus strikes again

Back-voice in retrograde
Give me any man
Gavel me back

don't wake me up

My love is not in a picture
My love is not in a word
My love is in your face
And in voices to be heard

Wireless kisses don't make

was so mad, I missed Carti at Wireless
Fuck, I missed Carti at Wireless
Talk about life and I don't need to write this
All I need is my brain and my

about me
God, What I need from the bounty
To get fake n****s from ‘round me

Oooo
You can hear the pain in the song
‘Cus my voice steady screeching
Hear

Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

Wu-Tang Clan

The W [Clean]

2000

snitch
My powder voice, Snow White sniff
Verbal killas, gorilla grip
God body shit, puff Marley spliffs

You might see me in a 6, that's not my style

she making it clap
She my day one, I don't wanna hear the app
She my day one, fuck everyone else
Never let her go, Velcro, I'm attached
We got that type

Now why these niggas want to test me man
Wireless everything man
Even the money man
I tap and pay I go they on ohhh
Watch me
Ayy watch me
I skip