Beyoncé - Ghost (Haunted)

Boom ! (Feat. Nazinmoscow) ★

Tell Me What You Want – Official Lyrics
© One of a Kind Records
Written & Performed by Omárū

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[Hook]
We gon’ spend a couple racks up in Celine, boy
When I ride up on that dick, don’t cause a scene, boy

Tell me what you like, tell me what’s your sign, where you from
I don’t play these games—come on boy, show me why you the one

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[Verse 1]
Yo, I’ve been the captain, I been the recruiter
I copped a bag in the lands of Bermuda

I’m with them niggas that carry them guns with the beam
Baby, they not some regular shooters

Illest to date—can’t walk in my heels, so don’t say you relate
Ain’t cool with no bitch who can’t carry her weight
If you not a boss, I’m the one you gon’ hate
The one you gon’ hate

Wrist on polar—ain’t nobody colder
Told them bitches I am just the head bitch holder
Told my nigga I just want the green like Joker
Benz color Coca, inside mocha

Gonna take light-years to get just like this
Been Maru tatted up on my wrist
I copped that new shit, Gucci on my lips
I want them diamonds as big as my fist in blue
Different color bags and everything new
Just bought a new house for my clothes and my shoes
Put them bitches on to that brand new Miu Miu
Miu Miu

Diamonds gon’ shine like the ones on my shoes
Fucking with me, then you looking to lose
Me and my bitches turn up in a cruise
One of a Kind coming soon—spread the news

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[Hook]
We gon’ spend a couple racks up in Celine, boy
When I ride up on that dick, don’t cause a scene, boy

Tell me what you like, tell me what’s your sign, where you from
I don’t play these games—come on boy, show me why you the one

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[Verse 2]
Go on, tell me what you like, boy
A freak in the sheets, 24 hours, 7 days a week
Funny how bitches was doubting the queen
But I passed them all without hitting my peak

I came and achieved, can’t make another one up in a machine
Got the Burberry coat with the Religion jeans
On the cover of Vogue while they hate on their screens
These hoes ain’t fucking with me
When they see me, they go take a knee
I’m dressed in that new while they dressed in debris
If you not that, your bitch can’t hang around me
And that’s word to McQueen

Bitches is mad, bitches are loser
Plotting on me? Go and drop that maneuver
Driving in lavish while you in that Uber
Thinking you next? Go and dream Martin Luther

Carry these hoes like it’s nothing
The mug always sit—no discussion
I told him, “Go get me a Birkin”
And I’ll give him head—I ain’t talking concussion

I’m back and I’m better, Milan on my sweater
The gun in my tote is a custom Beretta
Can’t name any better, I’m coming for spots
Claim you that bitch, but them plays you done bought

All of those mountains they rose, I been climbed it
Better than who? Little bitch, don’t you try it
Got so much bags, they must think I’m a booster
Bitch, I’m a star—for Omar they gon’ riot

You got gassed up, now you want a piece of me
Pink Lambo, next week color grey
Now these lil rap bitches think they see the way
Never on my level—not even a seat away

Tell Me What You Like

RULES (PROD. KEONAMIRI)

ROYAL RUMBLE

Chorus:

20 niggas vs me, this is not a YouTube!
Niggas on my page 25/8, they never view you!
They always boo you!You ugly whore!

Verse:

I'll take a nigga gun and pop his ass in his shit,
Fake gangsta on the net, irl scary as shit,
I've been sparing all these bitches for too long, I admit,
Bitch I'm twisted in the attic, acrobatic with the wit,

I'm independent, I got bitches mad cause I don't need a bitch to come link up with me,
If you link up with me,
When you leave you gon be thinking of me,
None of you bitches are spanking,
Get money, got banking
You bitches ain't ranking with me,
You bitches should be very thankful of me, 
Bitches only know y'all because y'all was hanging with me,

I get more green than a sea purse,
don't gotta charge for features come get a free verse,
Don't gotta prepare, don't gotta rehearse,
Wait, just let the beat reverse,
Fuck these niggas from the top to bottom like a freak verse,
I woke up feeling great, started my morning, you woke up, & started mourning bitch!

When I peep shit, I flush it
Chubby bunny, yo mouth-stuff it,
Cause you talk a lot, 
Blue parking spot-
You're handicap, unhandy & wack, 
I shark a lot, I roll up and then spark a lot,
I'm wondering if I should go dark or not,
Should I let the dog out to bark or not-
Should I start or not?

Jasiri servin’ Jade’s leftovers, cafeteria clone,
Ya face puffed up like soufflé, what you got goin on?,
I’ll slap the spatula out ya hand, lil’ kitchen minion,
Kill in the building—now back to the psych ward, dominion, dominion,

I catch wreck,
Blow a check,
Get green like Shrek,
Bitch I'm set,
Yo bars light mines heavy set, 
Bitches garbage, it's a hefty set,
Just like knits I don't ever get pressed,
Niggas eyeing(iron) me then fold like the board after use, you're pressed,
Possessed, obsessed, much less,
I would name more, but you know the fucking rest,

Bitch I got a drake ain't no age limit, all you bitches fucked,
If i hop out of my coupe, into y'all's coop, you chicken's plucked,
Do not mention chicken feet, when you eat chicken tits-chicken breast/everything chicken including you my guest!

Chorus:

20 niggas vs me, this is not a YouTube!
Niggas on my page 25/8, they never view you!
They always boo you!You ugly whore!


SIREN (CiagaMix)

Don’t let what I say deceive you lol I have a life🖤

On Sight (RMX)

Lighthouse is a six–song journey about searching for direction in the middle of life’s storms. From the wreckage of broken beginnings (Shipwreck), to the faint hope that guides us forward (Rippling Signal), through the weight of responsibility (The Keeper’s Curse), and the quiet lessons found in solitude (Silent Beacons), the story unfolds in waves of uncertainty (Waves of Doubt), before leaving behind a map of resilience and meaning (Blueprints in the Dust). Universal yet personal, this EP is about finding light when everything feels lost.

RIPPLING SIGNAL

SAMAD