Search results for 'nothing left to say rocks by imagine dragons' Page #70

the rock on ya block triple doubles
Bitch playing crazy like I ain’t help you bubble
Send her back to the streets tell her she ain’t nothing
Arrogant

He say he on to me but I said nigga that’s what you think
Hit the Cash App, then you can get yo’ things
One Of One
Money coming in, money coming out

said i got him 

Shawty plotting,  she going to rock him

I was all in a daze 

I’m hypnotized by her moves

Her eyes say she love me 

I hope that its

To lose my best friend, 
My girlfriend
And my sanity too
My dude, got hit by some dude
That went to a different school
Around the same time that my girl

for the hustlas and the steppas 

Verse 1
4 steps to the left if you really bout ya paper 
4 to the right if it’s really fuck tha hata’s 
Show that chop

off the porch straight to the weight didn't take no baby steps
Stove top whip it package flip it until it's nothing left
Snow man pitching lane

be the first one
Up by 6am say my prayers then I count my bread
God first then money did that fly over your head
Self made self paid Master P in 98'

(Pour me up a double cup right now cause I’m faded
Told my brothers we gone make it
BOW
Lips sealed anytime we in the station)

Still looking left

went out cold and awoken as Barnabus Juzy
I'll probably be a Vinnie by Tuesday

You say you wanna ride 
And travel real light just in hopes that you'll

miss her smile and boredom
There’s nothing more painful than remembering the happy days while wallowing in misery
Is it me what you love?
Or my love for

Waving the tec outside with the graviest sweats
Heavy duty you niggas do nothing to me
Uzi all blue soowoo with fluffiest trees
Name a rapper tougher than

mackinaw bridge in a hurricane
Sippin Hurricanes, cs I hover over the everglades,
My blades Rock and roll hall of fame, if you read the page,
Resumes later

practice the next day and having a game that weekend with nothing to eat
And at practice all I could think about was how many batteries I had in my left in

Chunkin up the duece
This is Gunwick 2
Bitch dont get it confused
I ain't got nothing lose
Don't make no sudden moves
Fuckin on my opps babymamas

trophy
Got my homies, become the OGs, and now they cannot breath
And my boys, we them bros, one got shot by the cops
And john got a crash, huh, youngin

dirty dishes
You see the mission is never compromised by the bitches
And all the riches can never take away from this feeling
You get the picture I'm

rock Vlone but got no friends
Put the Vlone with the Off White and together that shit blend
Niggas say that they solid but on the real know they gon'

with all of this regret
Happened so fast and it's hard for me to digest
I was always talking you had nothing to say
You said you like to listen so listen

Back in Full
Back in Full
Back in Full
Back in Full
Effect
When I ain't have nothing left
They counted me out
Elf on the shelf
Yah my pockets were down

Most…,
“…Wanted” mother fucker from the West Coast,
Whose lyrical assault left you exposed,
As time goes on you’re still here,
Banging out music into my

blessed.
I done left my homies so I know she got my crew flexed.
As she takes my number, see this lady rocks stillettos,
Sexy sassy with her style, but know

of a bargain
Telling nothing is average when
They're doing the margin
Bailed my nigga out of Attica
Taught him about Africa
Then he changed his name

by any means, nothing was safe
Not the trees all around them, it was money to make
Not the rocks in the mountains housing the great
Spirits still in

live in hate
We live in poverty the day it still get dark no matter what the bay
And better, better not be sang cause no one had to fucking say
Something