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Akdong Musician – Give Love Lyrics

AKDONG MUSICIANGive Love Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Niga nal sirheohae haneun geol ara
Naneun seounhae geureon nal wae neoneun mot ihaehae
You don’t understand nan neoreul johahandago
Naega mwol jalmotaenneunde naege wae geureoneunde
Geureolsurok nan doege seopseophae oh I’m so sad
Geureonikka seulseul let me come into your maeum
Jungyohan geon maeum
Gyeolko ne eolgulman bogo johahaneun geo (ani aniya)
Nal miwohaneun neoui nari seon maltukkajido
Saranghage doen geo ige nae (mamiya)
Neoe daehan geon sasohan geotdo gieokhae nan mania
Amuri nappi gureodo neon naege I sungan manhwaya
Sunjeongmanhwaya juingongeun maennal maennal ireoke bammada gidohae
[Chorus]
Give love sarangeul jom juseyo
Give love sarangi mojarayo
Maeilmaeil jaraneun sarangeul geunyeoege juneundedo batjil anheuni
Give love sarangeul jom juseyo
Give love sarangi mojarayo
Maeilmaeil jaraneun sarangeul geunyeoege juneundedo batjil anheuni
Give love
Give love
[Verse 2]
Jalmotan geotdo eomneunde wae
Mujakjeong sirheohago boneun neo
Why can’t you understand me
Nan neoreul johahandago
Nega nal sirheohae haneun geol an hu
Buteo saemsotdeon uiyogi da sideulgo
Seolledeon nae mamdo kkeuchigetguna
Haenneunde ttodasi seulgeumseulgeum
Dagagado doelkka
Baraboneun geotjocha sirheohalkka bwa
Nan mollae dwieseo ‘geunggeungjeonjeon’hae
Jeomjeom haega jimyeon dalbit jeongjeone
Yonggiga na nae mameul jeonbu jeonhae
Hajiman geunyeowa nae sai geori neomu meoreo
Jugo tto juneun sarangi gilbadage da beoryeojyeo nagyeopcheoreom ssahine
Bomi doemyeon heulgeuro nama hoksi gidaehae ssagi doelkka
[Chorus]
Give love sarangeul jom juseyo
Give love sarangi mojarayo
Maeilmaeil jaraneun sarangeul geunyeoege juneundedo batjil anheuni
Give love sarangeul jom juseyo
Give love sarangi mojarayo
Maeilmaeil jaraneun sarangeul geunyeoege juneundedo batjil anheuni
Give love
Give love

Jjcc – Fire Lyrics

JJCCFire Lyrics
[Eddy] Give me the light hothan eumak meomchujima woah~
[San Cheong] I wanna blow your mind ttak i sungan neol wihan time~
[Simba] meonghani honja mwohae turn up the music go ahead
I noraee chwihae michin deut ppajyeonollae
[Prince Mak] baro juingongeun neo ni modeungeoseul bakkwobwa
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] i mudaewie [All] buljilleo [Eddy] ni mameul hyanghae
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] da gachi nolja [All] the roof is on fire
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] i mudaewie [All] buljilleo [Eddy] ni mameul hyanghae
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] da gachi nolja [All] the roof is on fire
[All] ra rara rara rara rarara ra rara rara
The roof is on fire
Ra rara rara rara rarara ra rara rara
The roof is on fire
[San Cheong] Yeah~ bultaneun tensyeon so good
Bust your swag up so good
Junbi wallyo so good da bul tae tae tae tae woah~
[E.Co] Baby dance with me heundeureo michin deusi
Mwohani umjigyeo ni meotdaero i bami
Kkeutnagi jeonkkaji somunnage deo buljilleo
[Prince Mak] yeogi ollawa neol wihan mudaeya
Baro juingongeun neo
Ni modeungeoseul bakkwobwa
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] i mudaewie [All] buljilleo [Eddy] ni mameul hyanghae
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] da gachi nolja [All] the roof is on fire
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] i mudaewie [All] buljilleo [Eddy] ni mameul hyanghae
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] da gachi nolja [All] the roof is on fire
[Eddy] dalbiche chwihan i bam neowa itdamyeon
Ibyeori aswiwo bonaegi sirheungeol
Jigeum jabeun ison nochimara oneulman
[All] ra rara rara rara rarara ra rara rara
The roof is on fire
Ra rara rara rara rarara ra rara rara
The roof is on fire
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] i mudaewie [All] buljilleo [Eddy] ni mameul hyanghae
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] da gachi nolja [All] the roof is on fire
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] i mudaewie [All] buljilleo [Eddy] ni mameul hyanghae
[All] buljilleo [Eddy] da gachi nolja [All] the roof is on fire
[Simba] dagachi hook gajamaja fire
Oneul cheoeum bon saiyeo
Aju yadannanne oh oh oh oh
Neo geogi utgineun sorimareo
Jeonggeul soge lion
Aju yadannanne oh oh oh oh

C.C. Catch – Stay Lyrics

C.C. CATCHStay Lyrics
Daydreamers
Lightely broads
ABC of love to me
Troubles stole my paradise, maybe
Love will hurt, it’s lovely
It’s too hot too stop maybe
Stay with me tonight
Keep love alive
Stay, and listen to your heart
I’m hungry for your love
You always play a game tonight
Two round never make it right
Oh baby, stay
I wanna be your heart
Let’s try a brand new start
‘Cause I’m the one to be your love
I dry the tears I never show
Wasted days, wasted nights
Save my love for you
Always right
They want your love, it’s true
Almost fire of desire
On the wings of love to me
Stay by me tonight
Only love survive

Ub40 – I’ll Be There Lyrics

UB40I’ll Be There Lyrics
I never promised you romance
I never said that I would dance
And I’m not learning
I never said I’d buy you rings
I never promised you a thing
And I’m not turning
But I would put no-one above you
And you will always know I care
As long as you will let me love you
I’ll be there
You ask me could I love you more
There’s only you that I adore
But you’re not believing
Nor would I ever break your heart
I couldn’t bear to be apart
So I’m not leaving
Cos I would put no-one above you
And you will always know I care
As long as you will let me love you
I’ll be there
Cos I would put no-one above you
And you will always know I care
As long as you will let me love you
I’ll be there
You ask me could I love you more
There’s only you that I adore
But you’re not believing
Nor would I ever break your heart
I couldn’t bear to be apart
So I’m not leaving
Cos I would put no-one above you
And you will always know I care
As long as you will let me love you
I’ll be there
Cos I would put no-one above you
And you will always know I care
As long as you will let me love you
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

Meek Mill – Issues (Wins & Losses Album)

Gettin’ paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? I’m a bad influence (bad influence, ho)
Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil’ to wear Puma (wear Puma)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (amen, amen, amen, woo)
Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors (poppin’)
Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’ (who I’m screwin’)
What you doin’? ‘Cause I’m made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point ’em out, better spray them niggas, bop! Wait a minute, gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
She said, "Meek you know my boyfriend and what’s his name" (what’s his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again

[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Neck so, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)
[Verse 2]
Hangin’ by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat ’til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let ’em float (let ’em die)
Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can’t ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L (what?)
Niggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
Bitch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Biggavel’
[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)

[Bridge]
Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
Nigga lookin’ broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)
[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt) [Verse 1]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin’?

Meek Mill – 1942 Flows (Wins & Losses Album)

[Verse 1]
Started off poor with plans to earn more
Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
I was on tour with niggas that’s so raw
Started selling white, we won’t sell it no more
I’m like, Trump ain’t feeling us, cops still killing us
Niggas taking shots, can’t stop me, they ain’t real enough
Cut her off, act like she’s dead and it’s killing her
New dawn, Hermes seat, I left the ceiling up
Just to get to kill ’em softly
Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
Like I’m Jesus the way she cross me
I’m too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
On point like an arrow, we started off with zero
Now I’m seeing M’s, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
‘Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn
[Refrain]
Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make, I’m in the news with it
Even if I ain’t do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always used to tell me you gon’ lose nigga
That’s why I never went to school nigga
And why I’m rapping like I got something to prove nigga
Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
Billy with the stamp, I geting two with it’

[Verse 2]
Move with it ’cause these niggas wanna take my life
No [?] form against me, every time I pray at night
Scoopin’ thotties in the Phantom, that’s the way of life
And make them fuck their best friends like they was dykes
Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
I’m on 12 o’clock, every time I play them bikes
I’m with the pack, huh
Getting pack, yeah
Spend dope, nigga
Selling smack, gang
I’m gettin’ chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash [?] that’s a fact
Money, pie, respect
Eating, brothers on the jet
I know these niggas upset
They ain’t see me fall yet
Wins and losses
[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasing, catching all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I want
The young niggas going all out for us

[Verse 3]
Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently
Ain’t doing no interviews, I’m busy, nigga we litty
So when you see me out don’t ask me about no Nicki
Fuck I look like telling my business on Wendy
Niggas gossip like queens, we was serving fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told ’em pop Mollys, I told ’em to be kings
Sipping 19, 42 like it’s lean
I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams
So I’ma give it to ’em everytime I’m on the scene
Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna live me, I know it
I go through it, don’t’ show it
I told niggas who wrote it, ain’t taking back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
Got some shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon’ rob me, put a brick on his ass
Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass
And one thing ’bout Meek Milly, I’ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
Like Ramadan, toting K’s like it’s Palestine
Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times
Do the math on it

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasing, catching all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I want
The young niggas going all out for us
[Verse 4]
Talking, this my cocky flow
Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like ’94
Mean nothing to me, I tell how I gotta go rain slick
On that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin’ though
Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiós
In the field, knock ’em down, it look like dominos, young nigga
I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon’ hate
Bought my mom the crib with that gate, private school for all them babies
Now they straight, nigga
[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasing, catching all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I want
The young niggas going all out for us

Meek Mill – Whatever You Need (feat. Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $Ign) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh baby, I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I’m the only young nigga who’s poppin’ that
Got it jumpin’ out the heat there like who coppin’ that? Just as sure as my name is Dolla, I’ll be there for you and I’ll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You’ll never have to worry ’bout another in your place, so believe me when I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby New G Wagon got her braggin’, put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don’t holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin’, I’ve been cuffin’
Chanel bags like it’s nothin’, and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin’, she said, "Fuck him"
He let that go, I’m like, "He buggin’," now she thuggin’ with a real one
I’ve been ballin’ on you ’cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I’m fallin’ for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I’ll be there long as you there when I be callin’ for you, facts

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one way flight ’cause I ain’t lettin’ you leave
We ain’t fuck first night, had me beggin’ you please
But you love when I’m beggin’, you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main joint and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it’s goin’ down
Be there when I turn around and I’ll turn your world around
I had to tone it down ’cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I’m ’bout to show you now, show you now
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?

Meek Mill – Fuck That Check Up (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) (Wins & Losses Album)

She gettin’ cocky like, "yeah I’m with him"
Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin’ 1s, I’ll never wear that again
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Huh!) Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat
Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn’t
Fuck you then hit your cousin
All hunnits don’t want no twenty
Stop hatin’ fuck nigga get money
Freaky bitch hit it once
Rarri them keys like vroom
My car don’t got room
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
Yeah, my engine in the back
Little nigga we don’t talk about nothing if that shit not ’bout the racks
Don’t call my phone
Don’t leave no message
That girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
Better hit 911
Up all night, don’t rest much
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin’ rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I’m so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Uh, my old bitch, yo’ new bitch
She want [?] like q-tip
She get tag like you it
Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him he ain’t wan’ do shit
I don’t care what he sayin’, we ain’t playin’, we just came to shoot shit
Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up)
I’m gettin’ back (run it up, run it up)
Niggas be tweetin’ (niggas be tweetin’)
They gettin’ smacked
Bitches be screenshottin’, tell ’em to hit me on snap
She hit me back, oh lord she gettin’ clapped
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress
Going ham-o, poppin’ cash shit
Bape camo with the [?]
30 young bulls, living lavish
Gets yo’ mans up, go to Paris
20 grand up when the teller hit
You can tell we ain’t never had shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin’ rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I’m so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) [Intro: Meek Mill]
Lil’ fish, yeah
If you can’t swim, you gon’ drown, hoe
We ain’t gon’ save you either
Ah ha ha ha ha
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bad lil thottie, she got body
I’m on perkies, she on molly
Sippin’ on dirty, smokin’ on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I’m ’bout to pull out that V12, I’ma shit on these niggas like Ezel
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don’t mean well
Niggas running their mouth like they females
When you winning, they only wanna see you fail
When you winning, they only wan’ see you lose
Niggas steal and I can’t let ’em see my moves
Wait (wait), ha ha
Selling that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I’m genius, white girls say I’m gnarly
Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney’s
Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don’t pop shit
‘Cause I got shit, in the drop six with a thot bitch whole squad lit
Heard your new shit, that is not it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
He ain’t talkin’ money then its nonsense
Bran got the gas, you are not lit (No way)

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Fuck that check up, fuck that check up
We gettin’ rich and these niggas sick, they need a check up
I’m so lit I fuck that bitch soon as I met her (Soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ha, yeah, back in this bitch and we litty again
I’m ’bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like you out with that nigga again?

Meek Mill – Heavy Heart (Wins & Losses Album)

Cause metaphorically I got a cup to fill
But after I’ll go out to get drunk as fuck to celebrate a buzz with another buzz for real it’s overdue man tell me what the labels bid
Shit I heard my name being passed around
Already got a list of the ones I’ma probably check for when ya man come back in town
Just understand shit done picked up
[Hook]
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done changed but I ain’t switched up
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done changed but I ain’t switched up
Shit done picked… shit done picked…. This that… (this that)
This that…. shit
This that shit man
[Verse 1:]
I never had a whip to drive
Somehow I’ve got a lane to hold
And I’m just getting started up
You know this shit is hard as fuck
Been living off a couple bands
And most of it are student loans
I’ll probably pay it back in time though
Judging off of how the music’s grown
See I don’t know man I could be the one you know? Shit done picked up
[Verse 2:]
Young new legends on the rise now
Shoutout Vinci Circle that’s the wave man
Every now and then we gotta call a timeout
But me and Po just said we sticking to the game plan
You know ain’t shit changed but the stats and all
Lot of cats still don’t believe the dream
Until they seen Sway raving bout Wassup one day that Heather B a tough cookie but I’ll reign supreme
I got a name to build in my town
I still hit Ricki that’s my dawg for real
Man I told him how I plan to do it all for real
This was back when Rose put me on the blog for real
And my dad cuttin’ down on ya man now one by one till I’m really paying all the bills
So gotta check for the cheque when the contracts come I’m usually never offered deals
But shit done picked up
[Hook]
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done changed but I ain’t switched up
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done changed but I ain’t switched up
Shit done picked… shit done picked…. Shit done picked up
[Outro]
Done picked up
Shit done picked up
Shit done picked up [Intro:]
Damn
Man I’m…. This that….

Meek Mill – Wins & Losses (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: Eric Thomas]
You have to eat the dream
You have to sleep the dream
You have to dream the dream
You gotta touch
You have to see it when nobody else sees it
You have to feel it when it’s not tangible
You have to believe it when you cannot see it
You gotta be possessed with the dream
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young nigga started with oodles and noodles, now we eating lobster
[Verse: Meek Mill]
As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
I’m the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap
When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
Fuck ’em
New jewelry, new whips on the way now
Brr, brr, that’s yo bitch on the way now
Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
Stand up nigga, I can never lay down
Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us
Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
Five hundred thou’, Louis said we lookin’ awesome
Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
Lil’ bitch, call me lil’ fish
Niggas tryna turn my lights out, it’s still lit
Streets calling and they said they was some real shit
Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin’
Half a milli’ last week, you would’ve thought I was touring
Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
They ain’t know I was different, I’m like "Lord be my witness"
‘Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
Killed a pigeon thought the vision, break it down on my niggas
Fuck they opinions why would I listen, they ain’t see the vision
When I had a foreign I ain’t see them bitches so I’ma ball on ’em
Magic City, let it fall on ’em
And all my niggas stayed down with me
Know I be there if they call on me
Yeah, my nigga back from the [?], he made it home in a week
Even my momma know how I’m rocking, I go on them streets
Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it’s beef, we bring the war
I just wanna shine like my rollie
Put in all this time that they owe me
Made it to a nine and we litty
Dropping 62s like we Kobe, oh
Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches
Top of the food chain, head of commission
We breaking niggas without permission
Never was personal, it was business
Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
Couldn’t tell me shit when I was broke, fuck they gon’ tell me now? I’m running round, got a gun that hold a hundred rounds
If it was "Fuck them niggas" then it’s fuck them niggas now, fuck ’em! Never change on my roll dawgs
But that [??] bend them thangs like we O’Dawg
Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off
These niggas said I wouldn’t make it like I told y’all, ahh

FEMME – Fire With Fire

There’s a light on
I see it flashing like a white alarm
Oh you’ve got a look in your eyes
You don’t think you’re satisfied
Ain’t nothing I did wrong
You step a little closer
Yeah you can whisper it between my ears
You know those words ignite a spark
A flame within the dark
You’re feeling dangerous
Feeling dangerous
Ohh don’t make me fight fire with fire
Fire with fire
You just need a little water
Need a little water
There’s a light on
I see it flashing like a white alarm
Oh you’ve got a look in your eyes
You don’t think you’re satisfied
Ain’t nothing I did wrong
N-nothing, n-nothing I did wrong
Ohh don’t make me fight fire with fire
Fire with fire
You just need a little water
Need a little water
Ohh don’t make me fight fire with fire
Fire with fire
You just need a little water
Need a little water

Nick de la Hoyde – Love Takes Time

I got a place in my mind to go
I know, I know we can call it home
So come and get it cause it’s time to go
I’m just saying
Love takes time
It’s on my mind
Love take time
Oh oh
I know you gotta take what you want
State what you want
I know what you got
I know what you got
It’s all the ways that you flaunt
It stays in my heart tonight
I’m just saying
Take what you want
State what you want
I know what you got
I know what you got
It’s all the ways that you flaunt
It stays in my heart tonight
Time gets complicated
I’ve just got you on my mind
I just wanna lay here
And forget about my life
I’ve got a place in my mind to go
I know, I know we can call it home
So come and get it cause it’s time to go
I’m just sayinh
Love takes time
It’s on my mind
Love takes time
Oh oh
You gotta take what you want
State what you want
I know what you got
I know what you got
It’s all the ways that you flaunt
It stays in my heart tonight
I’m just saying
Take what you want
State what you want
I know what you got
I know what you got
It’s all the ways that you flaunt
It stays in my heart tonight
Love takes time
It’s on my mind
Love takes time
Oh oh
Love takes time (repeat)
It’s on my mind (repeat)
Love takes time
Got to get it make it min
Get it make it mine
I know, I know we can call it home
I know you gotta take what you want
State what you want
I know what you got
I know what you got
It’s all the ways that you flaunt
It stays in my heart tonight
I’m just saying
Take what you want
State what you want
I know what you got
I know what you got
It’s all the ways that you flaunt
It stays in my heart tonight
I’m just saying I’m Just Ordinary
I just want you in my arms
I just think about it
ADVERTISING
Do you think about it too?

Justine Skye – Back For More (feat. Jeremih)

Yeah, we both want it, yeah
You’re losing focus
I hope you notice
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
You don’t take me serious until I’m done
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
And you don’t take me serious until I’m done
You’ll be back for more, yeah, yeah
You won’t regret it, (oh yea!) oh no
You’ll be back for more
You won’t regret it, (oh yea!) oh no
No, no, no
No babe
Pull up, right now
Ain’t no need for us to play around
The argues
Played out
Broken record let it fade out
Got me all up in my feelings
You out partyin’, I’m chilling
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
You don’t take me serious until I’m done
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
And you don’t take me serious until I’m done

You’ll be back for more, yeah, yeah
You won’t regret it, no no (Won’t regret it)
You’ll be back for more
You won’t regret it (oh yeah!)
I’ll call it payback
If you do (I do)
But we both know what you want on the low (low)
His love was faded
From your mind
So when I hit you up you come in no time (No woah)
At my doorstep
You arrive (Arrive)
Tench coat on, wearing nothing insaide (Nothing inside)
You came late yeah, but you right on time (Right on time)
All I know (All I know)
All I know (All I know)
You’ll be back for more
You won’t be regret, oh yeah
You’ll be back for more
You won’t regret it (You won’t regret it)
No, no, no
Na babe
Ohhh,Ohh You should be right here in this drop top
Or in the sand, on the beach, let our lips lock
Sex me with a view over mai tais
No wi-fi get to My hotspot
Can I be honest?

Tyga – 100’s (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

Music, baby, that’s a good move
[Chorus: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Runnin’ through the set, runnin’ up a check, runnin’ through the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuck’ money machine
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwin’ racks and I got swag bustin’ out the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin’ Lamb
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick
‘Cause I’m countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuckin’ money machine
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it [Chorus: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Runnin’ through the set, runnin’ up a check, runnin’ through the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuck’ money machine
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwin’ racks and I got swag bustin’ out the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin’ Lamb
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick
‘Cause I’m countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuckin’ money machine
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Runnin’ up the set, throwin’ up the set, bitches on set
Yeah, got bitches in the hallway
Dope in the stash, dope in the stash, horse in the back
Yeah, that Ferrari just foreplay
Nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag
Yeah, everybody know me, bitch
Runnin’ up a check, runnin’ up a check
Pateks with the tech if a nigga play me, bitch
Nigga, go that way, nigga, go that way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrrt)
Don’t be actin’ shit about the fam
Don’t be readin’ shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, lookin’ through my email
Watch this shit sell like Adele, yeah

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Runnin’ through the set, runnin’ up a check, runnin’ through the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuck’ money machine
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwin’ racks and I got swag bustin’ out the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin’ Lamb
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick
‘Cause I’m countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuckin’ money machine
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
[Verse 2: A.E.]
Uh, bought that whip off the show room (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do and that makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo, it’s all be solo and nobu
Uh, drunk off the sake and the soju juice, yeah, drop out, pull up in a old school, ooh
Drop out but I’m pullin’ drops out, got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true, you thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And gettin’ bread somethin’ that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both of you

[Verse 3: Tyga]
You don’t know what we have to go through
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you
Ch-ch-chop it up like Pro Tools
White diamonds drippin’ like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D.

Meek Mill – Price (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Shit, ever since I got money
I ain’t been happy like I used to
They say, "You got pay the cost to be a boss"
Check this
When you the nigga with the money
Somebody go to jail, you gotta pay they bail
Somebody die, they gon’ turn to you for the funeral
But I just be thinking like, "When I’m gon’ be able gon’ able to turn to somebody, shit"
Bosses got feelings too
I done did shit for niggas a thousand times
Told ’em no one time and watch ’em talk about me crazy, run and bite my back out
But I still stood tall
[Hook]
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you’re broke
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

[Verse 1]
This the price of having money
And the price of being great
Had to cut a couple homies
Never heard them tell me thanks
I’ve been washing all my problems
With these perks and all this drank
All that shit just made me tank
Had me drawn let me paint
4 in the morning 88
Graveyard shiftin’ it
A dollar to my name and I remembered it
A niggas said I owe ’em. That shit the sound ridiculous
Tell a nigga "No", and they gon’ show you who they really is
Trappin’ since little kid, did a little bid, but I bounced back like the bullet did when it ricocheted, hit the little kid
This what it is, when the ice cream truck come through
Ain’t have a dollar, that shit just made me to a boss
Word to my father, woah
[Hook]
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ain’t no price on the money
Ain’t no price in the Lord
I got outta the system, I jumped right on the Forbes
When I got out the ghetto, I jumped right on the tour
When I stunt on that Instagram, I’m just showing them more
I’m just showing them better see how to make it through any weather
Back when I said I would make it they was telling me never
Only get one chance better take it, only one shot, boy, you betta
How you survive in the jungle
He be movin’ so clever
I’m talkin’ Tony Baretta to make it back to my son
Talkin’ crab in the barrel, they pull you back where I’m from
That’s why we loadin’ extendos up in the back of the gun
Posted up on that corner see the paddy wagon, we run, whoa
[Hook]
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you’re break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great How?

Meek Mill – Made It From Nothing (feat. Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin’
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothin’
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I always need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let’s see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they do the roast
Now let’s talk about numbers, I really do ’em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run wit a freaky stokes
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Stand in my lane, out of the uzi smoke
You only beating cases based on who you know
Public defender gave him a funeral
Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
[?] religions, he don’t know who to choose
Let’s bow our head over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for peace
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Did it for attention ’cause he had to
Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
Fuck ’em! [Hook: Teyana Taylor]
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothing
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothing
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, it North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
I can wear my dad jeans
Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came, nigga
Put some respect up on my last name
No better feelin’ than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
No better feelin’ seein’ lil Papi talkin French to me
All this money, these pussies will never get to me
Why you think you never hear ’bout what they did to me? Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big money
I’m what you did and nobody stopping shit, homie
‘Cause honestly we give a fuck ’bout your big homie
Fuck it, posted in the Jungle with a ladder
How can they compare me to a rapper? Drew Ali, I salute you

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I just want the money, baby, yeah
Hey, what they want from me, baby
And we still want it, baby
Money is coming, we still run dough
Niggas run up but we never lay low
Niggas kept it real so we never lay low
Never lay low
Running through the money, going way up
Money on the wheel, go way up
The doors on the coupe go way up
It’s so easy to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
Popping on the bub’ and they love a check
Niggas going somewhere, I’ma make it
If you ain’t got my money I’ma take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn’t shine like this
Got deals so I signed like this
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, yeah
I’ma change my mind on you
You know how we do
I’m eating lobster on a plate now

Meek Mill – Ball Player (feat. Quavo) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
At your precinct for my assassin
Tell my shooters, "Do ’em nasty"
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang! [Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no! Sipping [?] through the Fedex
Price up and down like its NASDAQ
[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Meek Mill – Open (feat. Verse Simmonds) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open? [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lil’ fish talk (Ah ha ha)
Ah, told her that I would protect her
Went to the jeweler, Patek’d her
Patek Phillipe, she grabbing it deep
She caught it like OD Beckham, pause
Had it, but she never let ’em, ah
Hit it ’cause I do it better, ah
I’m in here, changing the weather, ah
Level up, change for the better, ah
Fuck around and be on TMZ
Paparazzi popping when you be with me
I be flexin’ on ’em like it’s GNC see
Got that bomb, bomb, call you T.N.T
Only pom-poms when the wall in
Talking bron-bron when I hit the three
Got you open when we coastin’
Talking wraith talk when we rolling like

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open? [Verse 1: Meek Mil]
Yeah, fucking you like I just got out the pen
I got you open like I got the pin
Fly out the city and I’ll fly you in
Girl, yeah, she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it open, lay it down
Had to brush up on it, tell her say it now
Niggas hatin’ on me, throwin’ shade now
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money and I’m paid now
Had to run it up, on my way now
Only jealous ’cause them niggas lay it down
Got her in a Maybach with her pants down
Put the curtains up and put your head down
Do a headstand, put your ass up
If the pussy good, I get a cash out
If you fucking with me, better answer
Balling in the city like I’m a Raptor
She be only fucking with the trappers
Know the hatin’ shit ain’t gettin’ past us
‘Cause you only told her that I only want to hit it
Preachin’ to the choir, you the baddest (Ohh)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open? [Verse 2: Verse Simmonds]
Shawty, keep it open like what’s happenin [??]
We might make a scene and shoot that movie wherever
I’m gonna write my name on my tongue, tongue, tongue
All over your body, yeah I know what you want
Keeps them legs up in the air
All this room in the Panemera, girl, that’s enough for me
I know we just did it, like do it again, girl, that wasn’t enough for me
All these tender kisses, all the way, girl
Then I put them kisses below your waistline
You know I don’t play around
Do you better than the last time
Going it like Curry from the baseline
Triple up and dip it low, lay it down
Hit it like I just got out of facetime
Got her thanking mama for that ass now
Got her thanking daddy ’cause you classy
Got her thanking mouth ’cause you nasty

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Meek Mill – Young Black America (feat. The-Dream) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don’t understand
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin’ Insha’Allah that he don’t make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin’ ’bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, but hey ain’t sendin’ pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the ’40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolls
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

Meek Mill – Glow Up (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil’ fish, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check
[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we goin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m laughin’ to the bank
All new Blue Benny Franks
Pulled up on ’em in the tank, yeah
That guy just a rap guy
I’m so mad fly and he ain’t, ooh
Pussy left me baptised
Gave me head until I faint, woo
I was glowin’ up out Miami
They all cornballs, they can’t stand me
I finesse her out them panties
I hit raw dog, get a Plan B, hoe
Takbar, that my bro, bro
Old school, that my woah, woah
She fuck me on the low, low
Got her on strings, yoyo
She post up for MCM and we like, "That nigga Jojo"
When we out and we see him he always ask for photos
[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ate that pussy she lucky (Lucky)
I don’t fuck her she fuck me (fuck me)
5 mil’ cash and tuck it, ooh
Big racks on me buzzin’
I walk up in Neimans, spend 10K just like it’s nothin’
I hang with the demons, they don’t play by me, we cuttin’
Woo, I was coolin’ out Atlanta
Mix the codeine with the Fanta
Off them Perccy’s, I got stamina
I go monkey off that banana, hoe
Get a bad bitch, she gon’ do just what I say
Pull up on her, fast as Uber in that Wraith
She so bad but she say put it on her face
I feel guilty, I might as well just plead my case, hey

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check
[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up