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Lil Tracy – Drunk Punx (Life Of A Popstar Album)

[Intro]
I’m a punk star bitch I feel like Fish Narc
[Hook]
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down
[Verse]
I’m good at being a bad boy
I’m a Goth Boi, I’m not a sad boy
Tattoos on my neck and my face too
Live life fast I wanna race you
Drunk Punx, I get fucked up
Maybe it was Tuesday, it was just us
It was just us
It was just us
Maybe it was Thursday, it was just us
[Hook]
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down
Drunk Punx 40oz on a Tuesday
I really liked you, but it was just a phase
Coming out when the moons out
On the highway going fast with the roof down

Matt Wills – Emily (Cigarettes & City Lights Album)

[Verse 1]
Lately, I’ve seen a different side of you, and darling
Maybe, all the things you put me through have you falling
Tore my heart and stole my ways
Sorry that I let you change
[Chorus]
My Emily, oh
My Emily, oh
You laid down your life for me
Turn down the lights suddenly
So I am the one you need
I’m tired of running
[Verse 2]
Lately, I’m sleeping less and drinking more than I used to
And me, you follow me too, and I wish that you never knew
You had a taste and now you’re always wanting more
She stole your heart and stole your ways
Sorry that I let you change
[Chorus]
My Emily, oh
My Emily, oh
You laid down your life for me
Turn down the lights suddenly
So I am the one you need
I’m tired of running
I’m tired of running

[Bridge]
I’ll never save you, I’ll never be your faith
This fucked up behaviour is something I can’t explain
Don’t mark my words now but trust me, I feel your pain
I love to see you, please be something more
Need your reflection and still feel secure
I wish that I had just waited my time
Nowadays, I hold you, I still watch you burn
[Chorus]
My Emily, oh
My Emily, oh
You laid down your life for me
Turn down the lights suddenly
So I am the one you need
I’m tired of running
‘Cause you are too good for me
I know that I’m too weak
Promise me when you leave
I’m tired of running
I’m tired of running

Matt Wills – Hurricane (Cigarettes & City Lights Album)

You put your arms around me
I felt the room surrounding
I want to know why together we can be lonely
You sung my favourite song
In my bedroom with nothing on
And as the day dawned on me I fell in love with cold coffee
Cause there is just no other on my mind
I want to feel these colours one last time
Cause darling I crave your love
More than I need your touch
Cause you are like
A hurricane , hurricane kicking off
Cause I don’t just want to fuck
Your kiss will be enough
Cause you are like a hurricane
Hurricane kicking off
Perfect storm ironically
You don’t know who I am but you follow me
I look into your eyes and they’re calm, as when our hearts are in tune harmonically
And I feel as if peace could last for a minute and half then solemnly
The wind picks up and you blow me off don’t wanna hear my apology
In fear in this odyssey even though I know that I’m only here metaphorically
Biologically ,engineered technology there’s not much that bothers me
But who am I to you
Day dream till the cyclone swallows me
Until my head starts spinning
Linda Blair their ain’t no God in me
Cause darling I crave your love
More than I need your touch
Cause you are like
A hurricane , hurricane kicking off
Cause I don’t just want to fuck
Your kiss will be enough
Cause you are like a hurricane
Hurricane kicking OFFF

Matt Wills – Virtue (Cigarettes & City Lights Album)

[Verse 1]
I kiss your light skinned lips like my friends do
I see you bathe in every word that offends you
Who knew, who knew every single word’s true, ooh
Who knew, you knew you always were my virtue
Just give me a reason, there must be a reason for us
[Verse 2]
I like your tight ripped jeans with the ash stain
And the silly things you say with your pretty brain
All I want is a reason to keep me believing in us
All I want is a reason, there must be a reason not lust
[Chorus]
Just ask me to stay and I’ll give this all up
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay and I’ll live in your love
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay when it all gets too much
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay and I’ll live in your love
(Love, love, love)
[Chorus]
Just ask me to stay and I’ll give this all up
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay and I’ll live in your love
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay when it all gets too much
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay and I’ll live in your love
(Love, love, love)
I’ll live in your love
Just ask me to stay and I’ll give this all up
(Love, love, love)
Just ask me to stay and I’ll live in your love
(Love, love, love)
I’ll live in your love, I’ll live in your love

Elvis Presley – I Miss You

Still I recall all the good times together
The love we shared, the fun and the laughter
How I wish you could feel what my heart says tonight dear
I miss you and I wish you were here
Dreams that I had they lay broken in sorrow
The plans I made the hopes for tomorrow
If I could I would tell you I’m lonesome tonight dear
Oh I miss you and I wish you were here
All through the night I will see memories passing
The way you looked the sound of your laughing
How I long for the touch of your hand holding mine dear
Oh I miss you and I wish you were here
Lord, I miss you and I wish you were here

Elvis Presley – I Gotta Know

Get up in the mornin’
Feelin’ mighty weak
A tossin’ and a turnin’
Well, I had ain’t no sleep
Oh baby, what road’s our love taking
To romance or heartbreaking? Tell me if you love me–yes or no? Won’t you say which way you’re gonna go? I gotta know, gotta know, gotta know
Oh, how much I need you
Have pity on this heart of mine
Well, if you need and want me too
I’ll be your one and only till the end of time
Saw the fortune teller
Had my fortune read
She sent me to the doctor
Who sent me straight to bed
He said I’m lonesome and I’m lovesick
I’ve got my mind on lipstick
Will you kiss away my cares and woe? I gotta know, gotta know, gotta know
Nine and nine make fourteen
Four and four make nine
The clock is strikin’ thirteen
I think I lost my mind
You know it’s gettin’ aggravatin’
How long can I keep waitin’? I gotta know, gotta know, gotta know

Chuck Berry – Wonderful Woman

Oh well, look at here now
This just makes my day
Yes a wonderful woman
She just woke my way
Well I was standing in [?] like a leaf on a willow tree
Open the great big beautiful eyes following me
I keep just wish thinking but I hope that it still might be
Man she’s so beautiful, she have long brown wavy hair
Wearing a [?] that was, whoo, on a van
Man she could pull up a man in a beauty scene anywhere
You don’t think
Have you ever seen a woman done harm your kid
Who would betray you twice and you know will still forgive
If you have they were alive to [?] to live
Man it’s too good, she’s all that I could hold and stare
By the star above she knew that my heart goes there
She just went over control my heart, but she didn’t dare
When I feel this way I just sing what I just have to say
You know I need satisfaction, I didn’t get any yesterday
Well it’s up to me, if it be that she gets away

I feel good like’s it party time, don’t you know
It done blew my mind when she smiled and said hello
Well it broke my heart when she told me it’s time to go
You know I wish you for luck
But I know I have to close the show
I but you was rocking me baby with your rhythm in the second row
Just thinking about it breaks my heart I have to let you go
Oh yeah

Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know

Would she go down on you in a theater? And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know Duplicity? Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby? I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her? ‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive
And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
‘Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
That was me and I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails
Down someone else’s back I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it? I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother
‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive
And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr.

Ami Nakashima – Surf On The Summer (Sub Español)

2. 1. shiokaze no kaori ni
Natsu wo hakobu nami ni
Saa mi wo makasete
1. Just let me SURF –
on my summer – summer
Just let me SURF –
on your summer- summer
Hatto iki wo tomeru you ni
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Sotto miageru niji no mahou ni
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Just let me SURF –
I wanna SURF SURF SURF
On the Summer
Just let me SURF –
on my summer- summer
Just let me SURF –
on your summer – summer
CHUTTO mune wo kogasu koi
Ah Ah Ah Ah
JITTO matte nante rarenai SUTOORII
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Just let me SURF-
I wanna SURF SURF SURF
On the Summer kotoshi no natsu wa Brighter
Issho nara ne Sweeter
Dokomademo ike sou
Just let me SURF –
on my summer – summer
Just let me SURF –
on your summer – summer
CHUTTO mune wo kogasu koi
Ah Ah Ah Ah
JITTO matte nante rarenai SUTOORII
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Just let me SURF –
I wanna SURF SURF SURF
On the Summer
Up and Down midori no KAATEN no
Sukima ni aoi sora
Futari dake no basho
(You and I – it’s just you and I)
Yeah yeah yeah
Ichido kiri no My life (Your life)
Kanpeki ni ajiwatte (Perfect!)
Himitsu no bakansu wo
We’ve got to got to have fun! 3. 2. 3.

Zoey Dollaz – Bad Tings (Richmix) (feat. Future & Tory Lanez) (M’ap Boule Album)

Do I mean everything to you? (drink or smoke)
Pull out pieces, lookin’ like I’m whippin’ dope (whippin’ dope)
You can tell them fuck niggas, I’m with this smoke (With this smoke)
Shawty, came around, she on a new pretty (new pretty)
Spent like 60 thousand, on some new titties (skrr, skrr, switch it up)
[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
New louboutin for my bad ting
Felipe and Mcqueen, thats a cash ting (cash ting)
Do you drink or do you smoke (do you smoke)
Do you take Molly? [Verse 3: Future]
Swap out your Gucci for coochie
All of my good ones wear Louis
Harder you go, the more money you get
The more money you get, the more shit you could go buy
You grind the way to the top
That pussy good that’s why you rise
I filled out your watches (wise)
Got rich, and bought the whole block I grew up on
That’s how you do it
Chanel and those Berkins, you hate the influence
Right talkin’ money, talkin’ she speakin’ it fluent
I’m working that wood, she know how to do it

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke? All want honors, for my bad teams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (pull up)
All of them different bags, must stay stuntin’ (must be designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)
[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)
All boss bitches for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro: Future]
Te-te-tell me you don’t wanna test the prototype (prototype)
Get back out to sleep, ’cause you the photo type (photo type)
Do you fuck with locos? (drink or smoke)
Future, Hendrix
Do I mean everything to you? Can you get drunk with a bad bitch, right? (got a man)
Do he take you shoppin’, do he drop them bands? Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? Pull up, haha
Am I the only one for you? Its the Richmix
Do I mean everything to you? or play with your nose (your nose)
See this Lamborghini (skrr, skrr)
Blue paint, wet look like it’s a blue Martini (splash)
We be down on Collins, when we in Miami (in Miami)
Top down, shawty, said that "I ain’t got no panties"
Wait, switch, switch it up
Look, thats a bad ting, with a bad ting
You see how many bad tings, cash brings? Shawty, you know that I’m lovin’ the way you movin’ that body
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Shawty, do you got a man? Yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez & Future]
Do you drink or smoke? Are you takin’ flight? Can we go home and make love tonight? [Intro: Future]
Drink or smoke
Am I the only one for you? Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (drop them bands)
Christmas gift wrapped, bow tie on them brand new Benz (ooh)
Never felt this feelin’ before (true)
Are you rollin’ and rollin’ and rollin’ like you on a boat
Never been with a real one (real one)
Red bottom like you gon’ kill some’ (kill some’)
Giuseppe shoes with the gold on it (ooh)
You a bad ting for real hun (for real hun)
You a bad ting for real hun (real hun, real hun)
Shawty, tell me

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must stay stuntin’ (must be designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)
[Hook: Future ]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)
[Verse 2 : Tory Lanez ]
Do Céline shoppin’ that some mad ting
We all know Toronto, got the bad tings
All bad bitches, talkin’ bad tings
Whippin’ on the 40, talkin’ mad tings
So, when I pull up in Miami
Bad bitches callin’ me daddy
Pourin’ that Dirty Diana, yeah
Putting a 4 in the liter
She got me goin’ I’m leanin’
Shawty you know that I seem it
[Bridge: Future]
Am I the only one for you?

Zoey Dollaz – One Of One (feat. Future) (M’ap Boule Album)

Oh, woah, woah
[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
If I had a dollar
For every time, a nigga said he made me
I’d probably be rich (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, man I elevated (fuck them)
Confidential, with them conversations (conversations)
I don’t talk, I don’t tell no statements (shh)
I fell in love with the money baby (money baby)
Relationship status complicated (complicated)
I know them niggas mad, that we made it (mad)
More money, more problems (more problems)
Percocets got a nigga faded (pull up)
Gave my Momma, a hunnid thousand cash (a hunnid thou’)
I ain’t even lookin’ at my bank statements (nah)
You should have seen, where I come from (come from)
You’ll be happy that a nigga made it (made it)
I was low, lower than the pavements (low)
My life, similar to basement (basement)
Now the whips really foreign (foreign)
Now the bitches, can’t ignore ’em (ignore ’em)
Now the chain on VVS, diamonds lookin’ like its snowin’ (snowin’)
Flooded Cuban on my wrist (wrist)
Pinky ring, really glowin’ (glowin’)
Knew them niggas really doubted me (doubted me)
I’m just happy that I showed ’em

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it
[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
They say, the money goin’ to my head (to my head)
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’ (that I’m changin’)
Baby girl, just do me a favor (do me a favor)
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous (yeah)
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy (busy)
Goin’ out, city, city (city)
Nigga, seeing different faces (all faces)
That shit fuckin’ wit’ me (yeah)
If you met the women that I met (that I met)
Maybe, you’ll cheat too (I bet)
I just hope, whoever got you next (got you next)
Knows how to treat you (yeah)
I used the money, just to hide my pain (hide my pain)
I ain’t ever goin’ broke again (nah)
Fallen victim to them Percocets (ooh)
Body numb, I don’t feel no pain (body numb, I don’t feel no pain)
Momma, told me slow down on chicks (oh yeah)
Baby momma, always catching fits (fits)
Talkin’ ’bout, how she need some shit (need some shit)
Too much money, lookin’ counterfeit
I miss my son, I can’t handle this
Nigga been goin’ through some shit

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it
[Outro: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
They say, the money goin’ to my head
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’
Baby girl, just do me a favor
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy
Goin’ out, city, city
Nigga, seeing different faces
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it [Intro: Future]
Got a few different designers on
Casey wassup?

Zoey Dollaz – Post & Delete (feat. Chris Brown) (M’ap Boule Album)

[Intro: Zoey Dollaz]
Woah
Woah, lit
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Hey little mama you trippin’ (trippin’)
I ain’t really with that issue (nah)
It’s gon’ really be some shit (shit)
If I get caught on the internet with you (with you)
I don’t really do the pictures (pictures)
We gon’ do this a little different (different)
It ain’t no touchin’ or no kissin’ (nah)
When we’re in public, shawty just listen (listen)
I post and delete, don’t keep it up
These people just tryna keep up with us (yeah)
Put two and two (ooh)
Tryna figure out if me and you are fuckin’ or what (yeah)
Shawty, you just want the wave (wave)
Fuckin’ with me ’cause I’m paid (paid)
Shawty, you already know (know)
‘Cause a young nigga made

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Had to block your account and unfollow your ass
Yeah, bitch, you the worst
And if you try to tag me, I’ma start spazzin’
Shade room and baller alert
I was just mindin’ my business, it was just me and my niggas
You started likin’ his pictures
I started pipin’ these bitches
Pussy pop a Perc’ and get busy
I’m about to fuck around and call this bitch
Like delete all that shit
Can’t keep my name out your mouth, eatin’ all that dick
Jugglin’ my balls and shit
Always tryna record my conversations like a fedorale
And everybody tryna race me like I’m Ricky Bobby
Black Pyramid, that don’t mean I’m Illuminati
Ain’t gotta pull a trigger, homies got a couple bodies, believe that
I ain’t with the fake shit, chopper gon’ spray shit
Bitch, you like Emoji with the faces
Never give the police my statement
Never say shit ’bout the bricks that I had up in my basement
Stop it, what the fuck you want from me? Know my time and my money, bitch, that ain’t free
What you call a king with a chain? I ain’t down with the filmin’
No Snapchat or no Periscope
You can do that shit but not buy me dope
Don’t want no pics in the Rover
How many time did I done told you? Personally, that shit ain’t too cool with me
Everyone know you a freak
Tryna keep the shit low-key
So I just post and delete
You want the wave
Takin’ pictures when you up in the Wraith
Stars in the ceiling
They know when you in the buildin’

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me, swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tyna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say
[Outro: Chris Brown]
Post and delete A masterpiece
And don’t talk that shit if you gon’ post and delete (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me, swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete
[Verse 3: Zoey Dollaz]
Shawty, got all in her feelings
Told her, I ain’t with the Instagram
Little mama, when we chillin’?

Zoey Dollaz – Oh Yeah Yeah (feat. Casey Veggies) (M’ap Boule Album)

It’s just me and Zoey Dollaz lookin’ for ’em all
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I’m just mobbin’ through the party with my niggas
Seen a couple bad bitches, fuckin’ wit’ us
See some broke niggas, hatin’ on the side line
We just laughin’ at them niggas givin’ high fives
Oh yeah yeah
I’m just here to fuck the night up
Oh yeah yeah
Me and my niggas finna turn up
Oh yeah yeah [Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I’m just mobbin’ through the party with my niggas
Seen a couple bad bitches, fuckin’ wit’ us
See some broke niggas, hatin’ on the side line
We just laughin’ at them niggas givin’ high fives
Oh yeah yeah
I’m just here to fuck the night up
Oh yeah yeah
Me and my niggas finna turn up
Oh yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Turn up, uh, dark shades, red cup (woo)
Mobbin’ through the party like wassup (wassup)
See a few chicks actin’ stuck up (uh)
But, fuck it, we just here to get fucked up (turn up)
See some bad bitches (bad ones)
Bad bitches, real life, no filter, no catfishes (bad bitches, yikes!)
See some niggas hatin’ on the sideline (haha)
Tell them niggas get a better job 9-5
I’m just mobbin’ through, fly like a plane (fly like a plane)
A cup of water in my hand, I don’t do Mary Jane
My niggas sippin’ on drink and he rollin’ up (rollin’ up)
Fuck it, we ain’t leavin’ this party, till the sun is up
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I’m just mobbin’ through the party with my niggas
Seen a couple bad bitches, fuckin’ wit’ us
See some broke niggas, hatin’ on the side line
We just laughin’ at them niggas givin’ high fives
Oh yeah yeah
I’m just here to fuck the night up
Oh yeah yeah
Me and my niggas finna turn up
Oh yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Casey Veggie]
Yeah, young Veggie’s make these girls go crazy
Said she never met a nigga, that was so wavy
Baby, never left the lot in a new ‘cedes
When you turn the lights down, she get X rated
Get pounds from the plug, we like 480
I been caught up in that gang, feel so crazy
I whip it up, until the product go crazy
The way I beat it up, never leave no statement
She the type of bad bitch, to borrow a car
And I’m a young rich nigga, ain’t trippin’ at all
She like I’m with my friends too, who coming with y’all?

Zoey Dollaz – My Thang (M’ap Boule Album)

Shawty love my swag (swag)
I ain’t kinda sick (sick)
And I represent, put it on a drip (represent, drip)
I paid a hunnid thousand cash, she still rentin’ whips (whips)
No more beefin’ with you niggas, i’ma take your bitch (bitch)
Put her in a whip, have her suckin’ dick (whip, ugh)
And we got them sticks, like the Chinese, bitch (brr, brr)

[Chorus]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
You know I do my thang
And my bank roll insane
Spent a few racks on this chain
VVS diamonds, so they bling, yeah [Intro]
’bout 20 thousand on new jeans
Go, griz, all hunnids, all hunnids
[Chorus]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, 20 thousand, all hunnids in my right pocket
Know you cuffin’ that bitch, but I know she watchin’ (watchin’)
Young nigga, drippin’ swag, so she can’t ignore it
See a young rich nigga, jumpin’ out the foreign
She know I do my thing (do my thing)
And she know my bank roll insane (insane)
Spent a few racks on this chain (on this chain)
VVS diamonds, so they bling (so they bling)
Yeah, know your bitch saw the pinky ring (ring)
Chanel on my feet, know she see the double C’s
And your bitch was a fan, I looked at her, and she freeze (and she freeze)
I looked at her, and she freeze, yeah

[Chorus]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Pulled up, new foreign, no tints on it (no tints on it)
Yeah, I see your bitch, watchin’ and I know she want me (know it)
Jump out, young nigga smellin’ like a mil (ooh)
Bitch I had a hunnid thousand, way before the deal (before the deal)
I could buy your bitch (bitch)
Made me fly your bitch (bitch)
Real nigga 24, boy you counterfeit?

Zoey Dollaz – Mula (M’ap Boule Album)

When I was broke? Only stickin’ with my day ones
Yeah, my bros (Mula)

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz & (Ricky Remedy)]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz & (Ricky Remedy)]
I done left my girl, for some money (yeah)
Nigga, think about when I was hungry (yeah, hungry)
All I ever wanted was the spread (yeah, spread)
All she did was argue with my head (yeah, she trippin’)
If you was me, then you would do it too (uh-huh)
Money don’t buy you happiness, but make you count the boo
Yeah, money, money, money all I ever wanted
Bitch, I’d rather die, on a pile of money (money)
End up being in love, then be broke
Taste this money nigga, motherfuck these hoes (these hoes)
I done fucked around and found Mula
I cheated on my bitch, ’cause I thought shawty was cooler
Mula
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz & (Ricky Remedy)]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

[Outro: Ricky Remedy]
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula [Intro: Zoey Dollaz & Ricky Remedy]
Got that Remedy, yeah
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz & (Ricky Remedy)]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz & (Ricky Remedy)]
I done fell in love, with some money (yeah, some money)
I done left my girl, I ain’t sorry (yea, sorry)
Nigga, think about when I was broke (yeah, I’m broke)
Fuck that, I ain’t goin’ back no more (yeah, no more)
Fuck around and found some dope (some dope)
I ain’t finna hit no licks no more (no more)
I’ma take Mula to the jeweller
Diamonds on my neck, freezin’ like a cooler
Like woah, woah, damn my nigga, froze
Nigga, gettin’ money now (money now)
Look at all these hoes (hoes)
Where the fuck, was you was at?

Zoey Dollaz – It’s Ok (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) (M’ap Boule Album)

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I heard these niggas always hating’, said I’d never make it
I heard these niggas always pillow talkin’ with them bitches
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, its okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause I’m gettin’ money
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause these bitches on me
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause a nigga shinin’
They ain’t see me, when a young nigga out her grindin’
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah
Either way, a young nigga getting paid yeah
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause a nigga poppin’
They don’t want a nigga, with some money in my pockets
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah
Either way a hater always gon’ hate yeah
You niggas mad at me, ’cause I’m tryna feed my niggas
I’m supposed to make it out, and I don’t bring my niggas? No way, no way, no way yeah
A niggas there when a hater stay, yeah
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I heard these niggas always hating’, said I’d never make it
I heard these niggas always pillow talkin’ with them bitches
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, its okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause I’m gettin’ money
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause these bitches on me
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard these niggas, tryna line me, but I ain’t no dummy
It’s okay, got a Draco, if you really want it
I spent 13 on a ring, now I feel unlucky
And she love my diamond ring, she say she wanna touch it
Its okay, I get 30K, just to hit the stage
Sip Rosé, hit my Michael J, in my Michael J’s
I get cake, I cannot complain
Been finnesin’, since I was a kid
In the second grade, sellin’ lemonade
Get paid, hol’ up nigga wait can I get paid? Young nigga in a fuckin’ Wraith, feel like I’m in space
See a snake nigga, kill a snake, then killer get paid
Niggas gettin’ left everyday, so get your shit straight
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I heard these niggas always hating’, said I’d never make it
I heard these niggas always pillow talkin’ with them bitches
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, its okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause I’m gettin’ money
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause these bitches on me
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
[Verse 3: Zoey Dollaz]
You niggas mad, ’cause I’m tryna feed my family
Why I gotta watch my friends, more than enemies
I had to stunt on a nigga, that I ain’t ‘posed to stunt with
I had to catch your views, on some dirt shit
You supposed to be my dog, why you hate on me? It took some sense, turn your friends into enemies
Eh, that shits crazy, ’cause a nigga shinin’, now you actin’ shady
Yeah, well I guess its okay
My momma told me, you would show me your ways (your ways)
And, but I gotta cheque going ham (ham)
I had to fuck up the Benz, nigga pull up in a Lamb’
Diamonds on me look like damn

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I heard these niggas always hating’, said I’d never make it
I heard these niggas always pillow talkin’ with them bitches
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, its okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause I’m gettin’ money
I heard these niggas mad at me, ’cause these bitches on me
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, yeah (it’s okay, yeah)
[Outro]
Okay, okay, okay

Saukrates – Father Time (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

[Verse 1]
Father Time ticks on to the early morning breaks of dawn
I’m an emperor whose empire crushes the pawn
I gave birth to a novel scene
Stealing the cream, whoo blow out your smoke screen
So, nigga freeze cause this MC in every degree
Can have a punk spilling head cheese
Saukrates a felon, in this rap game rebelling
And rock stadiums like Van Halen
Or Bruce Springsteen, what is war good for my nigga? Or I’ll have my way like Carlito

[Hook]
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will lose no doubt
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt Touch the mic and see how close you might get
I’ll bust your mental click and send you back to your dimension of wackness
Dodge, block and end with a back flip
So then the beat becomes shank
Let the fat woman scream it ain’t over ’til I finish my skank, nigga
[Hook]
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will lose no doubt
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt

[Verse 2]
Make money money night and day
Follow in the footsteps so you can float a Ac around the way
Every day’s a payday, crooks are living the life of kings
In the ghetto, emeralds and fat diamond rings
Stay alive and strive, let a nigga know that you’re real
And quit playing Leonard Part 5
Recognize my rhyme, a Valentines Day of deadly love
Powerful like Daddy Time
Keep checking your watch before I’ve tooken your home plate
I’m Jackie Robinson, you better dodge Brooklyn
My mack will never crack, so fuck pussy bunting
I got Mother Nature sucking my dick down to nothing
Ah, an asset to the rhyming biz, my nigga
Never ask me what time it is, I’ll kick a quiz
And go sphinx on your ass and ask you
If a nigga falls in the ghetto, will they harass you
And as you sit and think a deadly venom starts to sink
Through your fucking skin and melts your link to Charmin
Getting low on Tanqueray
Flip the script on a A&R, stifle him as R&A
Promising is comforting to the fool but works some of the time
But word is bond, the smirk son
Better be wiped by tomorrow night, finito
Capisce? Even when cash rules, you still lose my nigga
Quoting the words of a shottie
When who is becomes who was and who could have been
Will never be somebody
All I want’s a green in my gene
The Earth is mean so I plot mad fucking schemes
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, my nigga
You’re drowning in shit creek without a fight
What, some old psych shit, you wanna battle?

Saukrates – Ay, Ay, Ay (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common observer
Who claim they heard of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans forever hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I’m Truck Turner
Watching watching B-E-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big dogs you the first pup
Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler making y’all willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain’t a competitor that will better the skill for real
Now that you know the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fifty dollar bill? Anyway-ay-ay, back to you puna-punanay
We was conversating on how to make your punanny spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexualit-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit’s never for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your sugar’s pun-punannay

[CHORUS]
[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay
Sing it now
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn’t fuck with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuss those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y’all will come around my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K
Ain’t a dollar sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I’ll take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I’m bringing it back for y’all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you’ll skip I’ll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the bomb diggi-day
Remain ill to the saukratizzy way
I keep it bangin in your puna-punanay

[CHORUS]
[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay
Sing it now
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay
[Saukrates]
I was illing and cold chlling on the block and willing
To let y’all niggas get away with the trash you spilling
But, I ain’t going to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder, word up! [Saukrates]
Alright, east side
Big dogs, oh yeah
We coming through with this
You know what I’m saying
On that same vibe
Know what I’m saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this microphone as you woman
Your plate of food, you know what I’m saying
Whether it’s soul food, West Indian, whatever it may be
Be gone
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what?

Saukrates – Kill Or Be Killed (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Kill or be killed
Fucking with the heavy metal shit
Niggas can’t deal with it
Light years ahead of shit
Ain’t a nigga left on the roster got ya
Spitting up blood all over your microphone
Imposter, run for the hills Billy
Cause I got you spitting that wack shit
Guzzle this vodka, relax kid, hell is where you leading to
I know you don’t believe in hell, but hell believes in you
Sucker, next time you see me your lips are going to pucker
Kiss my stinking ass, pay back was a bitch
Now she’s a bad motherfucker
Foot, fist and thought, three of the deadliest weapons
My soul’s ice cold no hot stepping
Claiming you did a bid, dude kill the drama
The only beast belly you ever been in was your momma’s
Comma, meaning a pause
Got ya one legged critics crawling on all fours
I mastered the world, this is my cue
Now pain has a face, kid allow me to show it to you
Now get up on the stage MC, if you will
But when it comes to the mic MC
Kill or be killed
I know there are many different versions of skill
But when it comes to the mic MC
Kill or be killed
You’re the first little piggy to be slaughtered by the wolf’s rhyme
But in this rhyme I am the third swine
I built a Brickhouse, it’s all mine
I’m spitting acid kid, the burns got ya face down in ya casket kid
What! (kill or be killed)
(Nigga) mad man combat
(Kill or be killed) every man for himself
Success will not be measured by wealth
(Nigga, kill or be killed)
For who (nigga) do you bring (kill or be killed)
Can yo feel this (nigga)

Uh, the rap game got me canabialistic
For brain, it’s a delicacy
My rhyme was written, you claim
It was irrelevant B, cause you was wack from the beginning
I had your head spinning
Now you’re all upset cause your girlfriend’s clinging
I mean to be rude, shooting first cause I got
Hella niggas out there who would eat my food dud
Including you dude
I swing at competition like a feind swing a mood
And shine with the veteran or rookie all-stars
I make love to Venus and world war with Mars
Cause a rap czar’s attack must be astronomical
A Castro grip on hip hop will be phenomenal
But for now, straighten your spine stand proud
Cause Sauk’s that nigga who be tapping at your brow
Soldier, my tolerance for disobedience is now over
Kid, let’s see who’s bolder, giving you the cold shoulder
Freeze, missed the first pitch now your grip’s choked up
Bitch please, used to represent your ‘hood, came gunning for me
Now you’re at the purgatory gates of rhyme running from me
You got on the stage MC, you were real
But when it comes to the mic MC
Kill or be killed
You lost so the next lifetime you cut a deal
When it comes to the mic MC
Kill or be killed
You know sometimes you just got to say, fuck a nigga

Saukrates – Vietnam (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

Too late, my nigga Jay’s brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your man’s nothing but a memory
And hits him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I’m killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin’ from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I’m about to retaliate
Ill visions of murder, blowe
Fuck it now it’s time to kill
Cock back, I’m prepared for action
Becoming one with Samuel L. Johnson is on her lawn
Sunbathing so we honkin’, errh
She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. It’s out stupid, I want to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in ’73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, there’s my nigga Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker where my tape at? And I’mma brake that, you let’s take a walk
I’mma get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons from the other side of the block
Was fucking with you over some bullshit
And pulled clips illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib’s where his chick be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
We gets to the A, and P Jay’s smoking so them niggas wait for me
I’m standing in the express line and what do I see? Now, if this was you, what the fuck would you do? Lie to me! Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas running away
Hit the shortcut, I’m waiting at his crib
I’mma end this shit today
Look, here he comes now
I’ve never felt pressure like this before
Debating, whether I should blast on site
Or wait ’til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with God’s hand
On the hair pintrigger, forgive me momma
But I’m going to be a little late with the groceries
I mean, you know diner’s just going to have to wait
Turn around motherfucker! Through the window, that same coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I scream TURN AROUND! Johnson believe she forty-five
That’s why I’ve made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when’s the album due kid? [Saukrates]
Yo
I’m loving the weather in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, ain’t it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it’s Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, sending me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You’re damn right, I was making beats for Ace last night
And you know them vets make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it’s deaded in the back
Won’t start, pumping them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the brakes
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin’ tapes
Can’t forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it’s only five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the grocery point
Be back soon momma say
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs.