Axwell Λ Ingrosso - On My Way

| Lirik Lagu | Axwell Λ Ingrosso - On My Way |

No time to pretend,
dust off and try again.
Straight out of lions' den,
Strong as a thousand men
that's what I've been told
since I was six years old
duck down and count to ten

I'm gonna hit the Lotto
I'm gonna place my bet on every step I take
go tell everyone under the sun
I'm on my way

And if I hit rock bottom
I'm gonna smile and dance with every step I take
go tell everyone under the sun
I'm on my way
On my way!

Go throw the key away
no matter what they say
all for a better day
you will always be the same
that's what I've been told
since I was six years old
duck down and count to ten

I'm gonna hit the Lotto
I'm gonna place my bet on every step I take
go tell everyone under the sun
I'm on my way

And If I hit rock bottom
I'm gonna smile and dance with every step I take
go tell everyone under the sun
I'm on my way
On my way!

| Lyrics | Axwell Λ Ingrosso - On My Way |

Penyanyi: Axwell Λ Ingrosso
Lagu: On My Way
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Lean & Bop (Feat. DoccyDocs)"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Lean & Bop (Feat. DoccyDocs) |

***DoccyDocs***
Oi mate, If you out'ere
Getting this wonga
Then this one's for you
Entitled lean and bop by Hustla

***
Lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean and bop
Lean and bop
Lean, bop, lean, bop
Do a lean and bop
Lean and bop
Lean, bop, lean, bop, bop, bop, bop
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make your woolly hat lean to the side
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make your woolly hat lean to the side

I step in the room
They all notice that
And if you know you're hot
Throw you're shoulders back
Like, they all notice that
And if you know you're hot
Throw you're shoulders back
Yo, my dance so cool
Even road man do it
Make a young boy and an old man do it
In the back of the B.M
Blasting out reggae
Pass me the zeggae
Nah, you're not ready
Yeah, all I need is gwop
Count another rack
Then I lean and bop
Girls do it with me
If you're feeling hot
If you ain't getting down
Make the beat, just stop
I love chocolat-o
But I never eat the KitKat
Baby girl, I ain't got time
For no chit-chat
You keep telling me to take time
And kick back
But I will be out'ere
Till it's pitch black

***
Lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean and bop
Lean and bop
Lean, bop, lean, bop
Do a lean and bop
Lean and bop
Lean, bop, lean, bop, bop, bop, bop
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make your woolly hat lean to the side
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make your woolly hat lean to the side

They all clock my face
When I'm up in the scene
Do it reverse and do a bop and a lean
Just the other day
I met the girl of my dreams
Shawty, I love the way you twirl
In them jeans
Show me your Oooohhhh
All the sexy girls say AuhAuhAuh
Then I hit em with that
Then I hit em with that
O-O-O, Oh My
I love chocolat-o
But I never eat the KitKat
Baby girl, I ain't got time for no chit chat
You keep telling me to take time
And kick back
But Imma be out'ere
Till it's pitch black
A yo, North side
Show me you're lean and bop
East side
Show me you're lean and bop
South side
Show me you're lean and bop
West side
Show me you're lean and bop
A yo, rude boy
Show me the lean and bop
Sexy girl do the lean and bop
A yo, rude boy
Show me the lean and bop
Sexy girl do the lean and bop
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make you're wooly hat lean to the side
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make you're woolly hat lean to the side
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make you're woolly hat lean to the side
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make you're woolly hat lean to the side
And if you're feeling the vibe
Make you're woolly hat lean to the side

***DoccyDocs***
Cor' Blimey
Oi, Hustla
You got these
Birds and geezers going crazy
Out'ere you know
It's mad, it's bonkaz
Do the lean and bop
Do the lean and bop
J.O.A.T
Do the lean and bop
Do the lean and bop

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. DoccyDocs - Lean & Bop |

Penyanyi: J Hus & DoccyDocs
Lagu: Lean & Bop

J Hus - Hussling & Stacking (Feat. Mo Stack)

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Hussling & Stacking (Feat. Mo Stack) |

You alright geezers, it's DoccyDoc
'Ello Ello
Who have we got in the gaff today
My brother hustla
Oi mate
(Hustla baby, hustla baby)

Police at my door again
There's about four of dem
Why you bring me grief on Monday
Feds asking questions like me no speak ina Englais
Club going up on a Tuesday
That's cause I made bail
Roam the ends like I don't fear no one
Fresh white Air Force 1
She loves the way I lean and bop
She can hold my tool if the beast on top
Before she give me top she puts cream on top
Oooh she's a freaky girl
And I like it. I like it a lot
I know you'll like it too
Don't fight it boo
I wanna spend the night with you
(I wanna spend the night with you)
But I can't cause ring-a-ling-a-ling
That's the money callin' me
Yh I'll be back in the morning B
Who's that dippin' in the Corsa
J's on my feet but I've never been a baller
They told me I can't be a winner
Used to eat sardines for dinner
Daydreaming about cars and a villa
I know we're angel with the past of a killer
I don't know 'bout you halfway crooks
But my dargs ain't shook
Broad day blast and jook
The flight to grumpy's
I love the way his marj cooks
Yo yo yo but back to the story
Grind every day like the trap doesn't bore me
I am tryna trap 'til I'm forty
One day I'll settle down and relax with my shawty

Oi 'ustla
Is that what your doing to them
But wait wait we ain't finished we ain't done
I've got my brother Mo Stack's coming in
Oi Mo
Oi Mo let 'them go crazy mate

If I ever wife a hoe J Hus can smack me
If I ever rob my bro look Mike's can stab me
Looking for a good girl
Ain't looking for bad B's
One's that can cook, love dough and family
Wife her casually
She can have me but can she hack me when I'm mad or happy
Wagwarn for the groupie's
We only spoke for two days
Wait hold up now who's bae
Ohwowo please slow down there, now
I don't wanna go down there, plus
You got some trust issues, you
Comments on your pictures
You have no idea, I
Don't I swear but
That's just lust
Girls love boys when they up and
Boys love girls when they fuck
My team's looking like Beyoncé and your team's looking J Hus
Hashtag ugly
Mo Stack's a prick boy trust me
That's not what they say when they buck me
Man move mucky
Mo Stack's cute she must think man's puppy
That's not cute cause I look like duppy
Look like Trey Songz when I'm getting money
Socks on all time
Feet look yucky
Instagram picks yh she's looking all lovely
Go to her crib and the place looks dutty
Ohhh they don't wanna work
Go to the strip club babe you can twerk it
We do it better but, they did it first
You can hit the email
You can pay for a verse
Yo yo now back to the story
My ting's looking like a shawty
And your ting's looking like Stormzy
Hashtag problem
Feds was behind but we lost 'em
We just came to vibe and bobble
Please don't start no trouble
My dargs ain't got no muzzle
Just one eight seven like I'm not bae
We might chat til eleven, but I'm not bae, no-no
(I'm on my neenanana)
If Feds ask no I don't know
We don't lick batty nigga that's a nono
If my friends think that's cool then I'm flying solo, Go home

Oi mate
I don't think they were ready you know
Oi Hus I tell ya
These nuts are bonkers?
Oi Mo
I love you all the way geezer
It's big DoccyDocs
And I'm 'bout to sit down and have a cuppa

| Lyrics | J Hus Feat. Mo Stack - Hussling & Stacking |

Penyanyi: J Hus & Mo Stack
Lagu: Hussling & Stacking

"J Hus - Delajore"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Delajore |

Little Kojo scared
Kojo stressing
Kojo run off
Left his blessings
Left his pride
Left his bredrin
Kojo's lying, time for confessions
Kojo what?
Kojo who?
Kojo who? I make more funds then you
And I don't like bragging
But, I be on the winning team
That's why the opposition white flagging
I made my first grand and never looked back
5 figures made me not like niggas
100 bags gave me sweet dreams
Opps are watching, I'm blowing bare kisses
Heard dem boys wanna pause on me
Man'a cook him off the block like Shaun
They got away with murder
They got away with murder
They got away with murder
And this is J Hus reborn
I wanna go then uhhh
Nah, I can't say that
Feds listening, I can't talk about payback
But please akh'
Don't play foolish
Cuz you know exactly what your crew did
Ro-Ro rolling with my new boo boo
You ain't seen her she's a foreigner
Big keyring looking like rule juju
Make Zd's disappear like Obiya
So what do you want from me?
What do you, What do you want from me?

Delajore, Delajore, Delajore
I want that long dough
I want that french bread
I heard the girls from Paris give the best head
Delajore, Delajore, Delajore
I want that long dough
I want that french bread
I heard the girls from Paris give the best head

Counting money in the drop-top
I swear I'm having deja vu's
My princess
Counting paper too
French kiss to any bitch that wanna hate on you
And if you're working at 9 to 5
Or you gotta hit the trap
Just to try survive
Baby go and get that paper
Baby go and get that paper, paper
You wouldn't kiss your girl
If you knew where that shits been
Yeah he's wanna get down with the
Get down with them OZ smashers
She a good girl but she a lowkey badders
I'm with the real heat clappers
Rolling in bangers
In them stoney swaggers
I don't know these rappers
And she ain't ever seen proper dough
I be busting on the collar bone
That's just how it's gotta go

Delajore, Delajore, Delajore
I want that long dough
I want that french bread
I heard the girls from Paris give the best head
Delajore, Delajore, Delajore
I want that long dough
I want that french bread
I heard the girls from Paris give the best head

| Lyrics | J Hus - Delajore |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Delajore

"J Hus - Daily Duppy"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Daily Duppy |

J Hus
GRM Daily
Daily Duppy

Yo, I'm tired of this life
I just caught a Fed case
Ended up in handcuffs
And caught a next case, next case
They found the food in the glove compartment
And took all the cash from my mum's apartment
Thank God I got bail again
I left the station
Feds on my tail again
Mulla's on the wheel
Had to tell him put his foot down
My seat all the way back and my hood down
Spin the dutchie, put something in the air
Blue lights coming from the rear
They say freedom is priceless
I just wanna free my mind
Dead or in jail, that's no legacy to leave behind
I can't say you been good to me
Ain't nothing good in the hood for me
Tell my real G's I stay bangin' for ya
I can't roll without my tool
It's the paranoia
Posted on the block in the cold weather
Banging for the ends like we don't know better
Like mummy didn't raise us with morals
We ain't strangers to struggle
We're just dutty with no leather
Beefing over biscuit crumbs
I can't talk about them looting's
But I witnessed some
If I could choose any life
I wouldn't pick this one
And mummy always knew she had a gifted son
Young rebels with no olders
Damn, I got devils on both shoulders
Who told you that this life was amazing
Stuck on probation with no qualifications
The roads ain't cool
They must of told you otherwise
Trust me I'm innocent
But only in my mother's eyes
And I know that she shed a couple tears
I was 16, I thought I'd be dead a couple years
Chilling on the ends with no money
Big fat pole, I heard them niggas wanna roll on me
All these death threats
And I don't even know donny
And if I ever let my mum down, I'm so sorry
I was broke for too long
So I started juggin'
Hell's kitchen, same place that we started cooking
Pass me a plate, and pass me the salad cream
And tell me why I always die when I'm having dreams
I had a dream that my mother had to bury me
I got rode on by the enemy
They turnt J Hus to a memory
My niggas never rid for me
It's like they no remember me
So I guess I'm on my lowly sun
Nuff' man have been there before
I ain't the only one
Listening to case, when I'm thinking bout' life
I'm only with her for the night
So why's she talking bout' wife?

J Hus
GRM Daily Duppy
Hustla Baby

| Lyrics | J Hus - Daily Duppy |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Daily Duppy

"J Hus - Dem Boy Paigon"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Dem Boy Paigon |

Hustla baby
Hustla baby
Oh my

Dem Boy Paigon
I can't stand them
I don't trust you if you ain't mandem
They wanna do me
Imma do you
Before you do me
Imma do you before you do me
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time
I said take your time
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time

All these niggas turn fake as the time goes by
All I need, all I need is my Ride or Die
Yo B, what's your name
What's your number
Face looking pretty
But I'm staring at your AuhAuhAuh
And she don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from her
Zim Zimmer
Who's got the keys to the bimmer
Ride for my G's
And there ain't no team realer
J Hus enter the place
Big fat tool round my waist
Dem Boy Paigon
You can't bring them round me
Are you mad, you dey craze
Are you mad, you dey craze

Dem Boy Paigon
I can't stand them
I don't trust you if you ain't mandem
They wanna do me
Imma do you
Before you do me
Imma do you before you do me
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time
I said take your time
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time

Sexy girl called Chyna
Make me wanna wine and dine her
But one man can't satisfy her
She needs more wood for the fire
And if you don't wanna dance to the beat
Just bop your head to the beat
I invested in heat
So let a paigon try me...
Now he's thinking why me
J Hus enter the scene
Big fat tool in my jeans
Dem Boy Paigon
Don't bring em round me
Are you mad, are you lean?
Are you mad, are you lean?
Oh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said, oh they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said, oh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line
I said, oh, they don't wanna grind
Go get a day job, go bill a line

Dem Boy Paigon
I can't stand them
I don't trust you if you ain't mandem
They wanna do me
Imma do you
Before you do me
Imma do you before you do me
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time
I said take your time
You must have lost your mind
Small boy take your time

| Lyrics | J Hus - Dem Boy Paigon |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Dem Boy Paigon
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Calling Me"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Calling Me |

J.O.A.T
Hustla Baby
Hustla Baby
AuhAuhAuh
AuhAuhAuh
Oh My

***
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me

You're the one that I'm talking to
Watching me when I'm passing through
Got shades on like I can't see you
No say me fancy you
AuhAuhAuh
Coz I'm a burner boy
And you like the thrill
But Baby Girl
Take time and chill
Coz I'm a hustla baby
And I'll be on my grind
Till I find a mill
Sorry Mrs Jackson
I never meant to make your daughter cry
And If I ever said I loved her
It's all a lie
AuhAuhAuh
It's all a lie
AuhAuhAuh
I ain't got time for the love and affection
It's the money that gets all my attention
I ain't got time for the love and affection
It's the money that gets all my attention

***
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me

Yo, the money keeps calling
I can't stay around
For the love and a pound
Imma lay a Nigga down
Ringa'Linga'Ling
Now I gotta leave home
Shorty don't trust me
Coz I got three phones
Waits for the night
But there's nothing in the fridge
Thinking somethings gotta give
Now I'm getting money'lidge
I need a life far away from the ends
Fuck the trap
I don't wanna weigh this again
Yo, I ride for the money
And if it came to it
Would you ride with me
Baby Girl I'm more than
What you're eyes can see
You really don't know man
You think I'm just a road man
With no goals and no plans
I ain't got time for no love and affection
It's the money that gets all my attention
I ain't got time for no love and affection
It's the money that gets all my attention

***4X***
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me
Ringa'Linga'Ling
That's the money calling me

Hustla Baby
Hustla Baby
AuhAuhAuh
AuhAuhAuh
Hustla Baby
Hustla Baby
AuhAuhAuh
AuhAuhAuh

| Lyrics | J Hus - Calling Me |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Calling Me
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Guns And Butter"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Guns And Butter |

Most of them are not doing what I’m doing
Why?
‘Cause it’s not about where you come from;
It’s about heart!
You come to a place where
You know
Being smart ain’t enough
You gotta have heart!

I told my baby "I can't love you"
I'm still tryna find out what love is
Looking in the mirror
Tryna find out who J Hus is
Now I'm in a next mans drum
They put me through pain, that was practice
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Pull up my mask and I breathe
Then I leave his brains on the mattress

Oh why, oh why, oh why, why must we live like this
I know deep down, mummy didn't wanna see her kids like this
In the dunya
It's guns and butter
They invested in guns
And then they robbed all the butter

My fore-fathers brothers were picking corn
And I ain't nuttin' like them
But I'm sitting in my drum and I'm picking corn
200 bails in the duffle bag
Feds wanna put me in a cage
I can't even access my fam
But why you wanna call me a criminal
You invaded my ancestors land
Growing up in the village
Been through passa with a couple brothers
Shots flying back and forth
To me, to you
Like the Chuckles Brothers
It used to be us verses them
And now it's me verses you
You used to be more than a friend
They wouldn't wanna be in our shoes

I told my baby "I can't love you"
I'm still tryna find out what love is
Looking in the mirror
Tryna find out who J Hus is
Now I'm in a next mans drum
They put me through pain, that was practice
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Pull up my mask and I breathe
Then I leave his brains on the mattress

Oh why, oh why, oh why, why must we live like this
I know deep down, mummy didn't wanna see her kids like this
In the dunya
It's guns and butter
They invested in guns
And then they robbed all the butter

| Lyrics | J Hus - Guns And Butter |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Guns And Butter
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015

"J Hus - Who Are You"

| Lirik Lagu | J Hus - Who Are You |

Oh My...
Yo Hustla, What you saying?
This ones for the ladies, you gotta slow this one down for them
Hustla baby
Auahahaha

Very long time I ain't seen your face around
Who are you, Who are you, Who are you
Very long time I ain't seen your face around
Who are you, Who are you, Who are you
J Hus makes the girls say ooooo
J Hus makes the girls say auhahaha
J Hus makes the girls say ooooo

Call your girls, Imma bring my dons
And we can all be friends
Whisper in the air
And tell her it's that time
You know how the story ends
Imma give it to you, give it to you, give it to you, give it to you
Like you've never had it before all I want is some more
Hustla Baby
Like you've never had it before
Baby girl spend the night
Cus I don't wanna end the night nananana
Baby girl spend the night
Cus I don't wanna end the night
You miss my voice and you miss my smile
I've been on my grime and you ain't seen me in a while
Cus I'm married to the money and I can walk her down the aisle
But I've been waiting for you

Very long time I ain't seen your face around
Who are you, Who are you, Who are you
Very long time I ain't seen your face around
Who are you, Who are you, Who are you
J Hus makes the girls say ooooo
J Hus makes the girls say auhahaha
J Hus makes the girls say ooooo

Very long time I ain't seen your face around
Who are you, Who are you, Who are you
Very long time I ain't seen your face around
Who are you, Who are you, Who are you
J Hus makes the girls say ooooo
J Hus makes the girls say auhahaha
J Hus makes the girls say ooooo

Hustla baby...

| Lyrics | J Hus - Who Are You |

Penyanyi: J Hus
Lagu: Who Are You
MixTape: The 15th Day
Rilis: 2015