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Roscoe Dash – All The Way Turnt Up Lyrics

I don’t really know
Den I roll up all my windows, and I crank dis shit up all the way
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 – Soulja Boy]
Hopped up out da beeddd, wat happenin’? ROSCOE DASHAll The Way Turnt Up Lyrics
[Intro – Roscoe Dash]
Do not turn me down
Just gon’ turn me up
Roscoe dats wassup(Wassup)
[Chorus – Roscoe Dash]
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turnt up
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
All the way turned up (Shawty we all the way turnt up)
[Verse 1 – Roscoe Dash]
DJ turn me up, crank me to the max
I got lots of guala, I be blowin’ stacks
Polo on my ass, shoes dat serve da bag
I be so turnt up, I be swaggin’ to the max
If you get it in, and you gettin’ dough
Gon’ pop a bottle, dis right here yo’ song
Purple bottoms on, you can smell it on my clothes
‘Bout to take one to the long
I’m gone, and I got da song
I be writin’ on the inches wit’ dem woofer goin’ on
Dey like wat is goin’ on? Soulja Boy Tell’em, they can’t turn up to my level man
Yeeaaah
Money on the table
All up in Mexico, gettin’ into the Pesos
Whoooa
Check out the gear
If gettin’ money was a sport I’m gonna need it every year
We gettin’ money ova here
The Westside know where I’m from
Yo’ girl spinnin’ on my dick just like a CD-ROM
Turn uuppp
Turn up till you can’t turn no mo’
Burn up till you can’t burn no mo’
Rock my chain er’where I go
Smoke till you can’t smoke no mo’
Choke till you can’t choke no mo’
Work till you can’t work no mo’
I’m rich I can’t go work no mo’
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 – Roscoe Dash]
Turn up
All I know is turn up
Smokin’ like a hippie, all I do is burn up
All in V.I.P., and they be actin’ like they know us
I’m like we..turnt up
Excuse me while I turn up
All dese hoes be choosey, but I turned it up the whole way
I done turned up on da wrong
I be turned up off da cold
All these niggas mad cuz I be pullin’ all they hoes
First I get ’em to the room
They be turnt up out they clothes liiiiiike
Annd I be goin’ ham
I don’t think these niggas really know just who I am
Dis is R-O-S-C-O-E Dash
And I’m about to cap it
But for short you can just call me Mr. Way To Turnt Up For That Sag
[Chorus]

WizKid Drop New Album Features Drake, Chris Brown & More

Major Lazer is featured on the single “Naughty Ride,” while Chris Brown came through for “African Bad Gyal.”
Stream WizKid new album “Sounds From The Other Side” below on Apple Music, and Spotify. You can look out for the single “Come Closer” featuring Drake. The star-studded LP is the first project for WizKid since signing his contract with RCA Records. You can also download it on iTunes. The Nigerian born singer released the highly anticipated new project on Friday. The album comes with 12 tracks and saw guest features from the likes of Drake, Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Bucie, Major Lazer, and Ty Dolla $ign. WizKid debut album “Sounds From The Other Side” is here and you can stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify below. The song is billed as the part two for “One Dance.” In 2016, “One Dance” was the biggest song on the planet receiving over a billion streams on Spotify alone.

DMX Pleaded Not Guilty To 14 Counts Of Tax Evasion Charges

The rap legend reportedly hides his earnings by using cash only to make transactions and even let his manager collect his royalty checks in his account and disburse it to him in cash. The IRS also claimed that DMX earned over $2.3 million between 2010 and 2015 but did not file any tax return during that period. DMX avoid bank accounts at all cost. X also lied about his income during a bankruptcy filing where he reported that he made only $10,000 the entire year, but he actually made $250,000. News broke online earlier this week that DMX was slapped with over a dozen counts of tax evasion. The New York rapper, whose real name is Earl Simmons, was arrested on Friday and later released on a whopping $500,000 bond. The IRS says it tried to collect the dough from DMX but he ignored them the entire time. “While raking in millions from his songs, including his 2003 hit ‘X Gon’ Give it to Ya,’ DMX didn’t give any of it to the IRS,” Acting US Attorney Joon Kim said in a statement. According to TMZ, X owes a whopping $1.7 million to the IRS on income from 2002 through 2005. DMX pleaded not guilty to 14 counts of tax evasion charges and now he is facing years in prison.

Watch JAY-Z and Damian Marley Video “Bam”

That’s what we’ve been tasked with in this life. “They were poets, writers. pic.twitter.com/opFC3UTl7t
— Damian Marley (@damianmarley) July 14, 2017 We make the noise.”
Sister Nancy also made a cameo in the video where she spoke to JAY-Z about her classic hit “Bam Bam” explaining that it started out as a freestyle and today it’s a timeless piece of music that is regularly being sampled by some of the biggest names in music. Gong” Marley & @S_C_’s new video for #Bam on https://t.co/s44TYtTq3M. JAY-Z continues to roll out music videos from his latest album 4:44 this time dropping the cut for his Damian Marley assisted single “Bam.”
You can remember last month JAY-Z popped up in Kingston where he hit up the Tuff Gong studio to lay down the track with Damian “Jr Gong” Marley. The four minutes clip features some commentary from both Damian Marley and Hov, as well as, some live a cappella. It’s actually kind of humbling.” Later, he adds: “We’re all vessels. “The prophets, in the beginning, were musicians,” Hov said. The single sampled Sister Nancy classic dancehall banger “Bam Bam.” While in Jamaica, JAY-Z used the opportunity to shoot the video showing clips of Trench Town where Bob Marley grew up. We’re whistles. Watch: Damian “Jr. The music video for “Bam” was exclusively released on TIDAL on Friday but over the next couple of days it is expected to pop up on JAY-Z’s vevo channel on YouTube. The wind goes through us.

Ride – Beneath Lyrics

RIDEBeneath Lyrics
Rise above the rain,
For all our sins we’re not to blame,
This time will pass away not yours or mine. And what we tried so hard to find,
Is already in our mind. Stand beneath the sun,
And know that soon our time will come,
And we can be the way we want to be. The sun will set,
And then the sun will rise,
We watch it pass across the skies,
So beautiful and warm,
As we forget the storm.

Angela Bofill – Still In Love Lyrics

ANGELA BOFILLStill In Love Lyrics
Still in love, still in love
I’m gonna be all you want me to be
‘Cause I’m still in love, oh, still in love
I’m gonna do all you want me to do
Ask no questions, I’ll tell you no lies
It’s something that happened in which I can’t disguise
I needed somebody to take me away
From feelings of doubt which in my mind delay
But you’ve always been the one
And there are days when I know I should have told you
Don’t make me cry ’cause I’m gonna try
To make you believe in me and you know I’m
Still in love (I’m so) still in love
I’m gonna be all you want me to be
‘Cause I’m still in love, I’m still in love
I’m gonna do all you want me to do
Still in love, still in love
(Still in love, still in love)
Still in love
(Still in love, still in love)
Oh…
Oh, you must be the one for me
‘Cause as hard as I try I just can’t let you go
So that you know, please, please don’t go
‘Cause you’re all, you’re all that I need and I know I’m
Still in love, I’m still in love
I’m gonna be all you want me to be
‘Cause I’m still in love, I’m still in love
I’m gonna do all you want me to do
Still in love (Still in love), still in love (Ooh)
I’m gonna be all you want me to be
I’m still in love, I’m still in love
I’m gonna do all you want me to do

FRENCH MONTAN – Push Up lyrics

Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Ridin’ in a V, watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 2]
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Married to the mob, that’s word to my mama
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
I’ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?]
In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci
Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it
Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job
[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Verse 1]
Ridin’ in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
In the [?], lights behind the [?]
Drink a sip of heaven, I’ma do it for my dog
Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
They don’t want no money, niggas actin’ groupie
I’ve been ridin’ in a Benz, bustin’ with the beams
I just want the paper, I don’t need no friends
I was ridin’ with the oh, oh, feelin’ like I’m Guwop
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
I be ridin’ with [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Outro]
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

FRENCH MONTANA – Too Much lyrics

I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad
[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York
[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Outro]
Montana!

FRENCH MONTANA – Whiskey Eyes lyrics

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em “Suck a dick”
Once I made my first mil’, I told them “Fuck a brick”
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun
[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

FRENCH MONTANA – Black Out lyrics

Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug]
Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house
Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house
Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make ’em tap out
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
Livin’ so marvelous, we ready to smoke
I think I’m a gangsta, I’m Jeffrey, I’m Sosa
I came out the ‘Nolia, huh
I ride with my brodie, huh
We leavin’ ’em cozy, huh
‘Cause they thinking they know me, huh
Man that donkey made me black out
All the millions, man, we black out
All the cars, man, black out
All that work, made we black out
Brand new old lady sittin’ beside me
I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Verse 2: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
Okay, get it
Hop up out the mothafuckin’ Bentley with a big ol’ pistol on my side
I don’t want nathan with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon’ die
All these niggas think I’m gay ’cause the way I wear my trousers
Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga
Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin’ cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like a fuckin’ monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Outro: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

FRENCH MONTANA – Formula lyrics

Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation
[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem
[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? Bumboclaat! [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]
[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula
[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh? [Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh? Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula
[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh? bumboclaat’s truth, right? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh? New York, Miami, London, eh? East Africa, America, eh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh? No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?

FRENCH MONTANA – Bag lyrics

(shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki
[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn
[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh) (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)
[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash?

FRENCH MONTANA – Trippin lyrics

Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been? Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, “Come on, it’s gettin’ late”
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

Ashestoangels – Chases Lyrics

ASHESTOANGELSChases Lyrics
I’m just one step from burning every single thing I know,
And so I’m hiding and I’m shaking behind ‘self control’
I take it personally every single time you fall,
I’d give it all but i don’t know if I can save them all…
I told you things change, I know that is true,
I need you to know I wont, give up on you
When flames and matches aren’t enough, I have trouble keeping up…
Skins too young to look like that…
You fall, again again again
We were perfect now we’re lost,
Our ghosts and devils count the cost
What did you expect to find? On the inside…
I carry all of this inside of me…
I feel the panic every time you try to breath,
And now you’re shaking and I feel like you have gone to far
And now I’m shaking and I don’t know who you are
And if all we had was time…
And if consequence was nothing,
I could teach you how to climb,
So at least you’d fall for something…
Together perfectly we’re free,
We toast the ghosts of you and me,
What did you expect to find,
On the inside…
I told you things change, I know that is true,
I need you to know I wont, give up on you

Manifide – Children Of The Night Lyrics

MANIFIDEChildren Of The Night Lyrics
Sittin’ by the fire like we always do
And it feels so good to be with you
But I know that summer’s gunna end
And I shouldn’t pretend no that’s not real fair
But still I sit here making it last
Making memories a good past
As we’re sippin’ on our whiskey
I just want you to know that we will always be
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
I will never say goodbye
I was just a young man
I had no where to go
Bought a pack of cigarettes
I thought I’d take it slow
That’s when my life changed
Saw the ember burnin’ slow
I’m giving it all I can
I can feel it in my soul
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
I will never say goodbye
Never say goodbye
Never make you cry
Never say goodbye
Stay with me tonight
Never say goodbye
Never make you cry
Never say goodbye
Stay with me tonight
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
Children of the Night
Children of the Night

Superfruit – Future Friends Lyrics

You got your version of love, this I know
I know you put in the time
I see it weigh on your mind
Someone like you is hard to find, this I know
So if it all ends, I promise that one day
We could be Future Friends
And if we let go tomorrow, just know
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
You know I can’t let you go
It hurts to hold you so close
No good at being alone, let’s go slow
Don’t think we’re wasting our time
Even if we’re undefined
Either way we’ll be alright, this I know
So if it all ends, I promise that one day
We could be Future Friends
And if we let go tomorrow, just know
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
Let’s just take this day by day, just works that way
No way, can we plan for forever? SUPERFRUITFuture Friends Lyrics
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
Can’t think about it too much
Is just this moment enough? So if it all ends, I promise that one day
We could be Future Friends
And if we let go tomorrow, just know
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends
We could be Future Friends Let’s just take this day by day, just works that way
No way, can we plan for forever?

Camila Cabello – Omg Lyrics

CAMILA CABELLOOmg Lyrics
Baby what’cha say? I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, Cojimar, and LA
[?]
[?]
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me
I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

50 Cent – Position Of Power Lyrics

50 CENTPosition Of Power Lyrics
[Intro:]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don’t trip
I’ll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won’t hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don’t trip
You gon’ make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you’re whipped
Aww nigga don’t trip
You gon’ get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique
Aww nigga don’t trip
Case you didn’t know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don’t trip
[Verse 1 – 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin’ in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I’m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin’, bumpin’ Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin’ the east ain’t enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin’, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby’ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin’ fake signs, I’m rockin’ a lil charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus – 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna
[Verse 2 – 50 Cent:]
Where I’m from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don’t need niggas for support, I don’t walk with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don’t f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I’ll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain’t playin’, I’m up early with the birds word
Puttin’ that work in, parrelli’s on the Porsche chirpin’ (I’m making moves)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin’ to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus – 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

Zao – The Race Of Standing Still Lyrics

ZAOThe Race Of Standing Still Lyrics
I’m racing racing towards it
Like when I was a small boy
Cutting through a waving field
Decorated by summer sunlight
Unable to remember
Unable to forget
Unaware yet at peace
Unaware yet scared
I’m racing racing towards it with fear and excitement
They seem unseperable
They seem so far apart
They are my close friends
They are my very ghosts
I’m racing towards it
Holding perfectly still
In the race of standing still

Zap Mama – Bandy Bandy Lyrics

ZAP MAMABandy Bandy Lyrics
Like bandy bandy
Wave ya body like bandy bandy yeah
Ooh
Like bandy bandy
Wave ya body like bandy bandy yeah
When the day gets too long
When its so right now feel so wrong
Listen to what I say
See if you don’t agree
Theres something I learned long ago
Down where the blu waters flow
Something people do to set their spirits free
In the morning time
In the afternoon
In the cool evening breeze
Like bandy bandy wave ya body
Like bandy bandy yeah
Ooh
Like bandy bandy wave ya body like bandy bandy yeah
Ooh
Any time of the day
Wave
Any place
Wave
If you feelin down
Wave-move ya body like a bendy snake
If you feel the day
Wave
Anyplace that you happen to be
Wave
If you feelin low
Wave
Just do what you need
Int he morning time
In the afternoon
In the cool evening breeze
(2x)like bandy bandy
Wave ya body
Like bandy bandy yeah
Ooh
(2x)Take the time
Fill the day
Fill the light
Fill the day
Fill the night take a breath
Fill yourself full of light
Shine(shine)
Until you feel your soul away