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French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx) (Jungle Rules Album)

[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

Dillon Francis – Say Less (feat. G-Eazy)

Isabella? Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Sheesh, what you sayin’? Yes on yes on yes on yes
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less Isa- uh, forget it
That’s like a week ago
But we both know how weekends go
Tryna function, got some places we could go
Lock jaw got me speakin slow like yeah
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck? Yeah
Young Gerald, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12’s in the back just blew out
Everything I do end up in the news now
Leave the club with a few now
Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow
I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now
2 AM, what you wanna do now? Nate Dogg shit is too true
And you know what I’m down for
Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4
Mood switched when she knocked at the front door
Next up was the uproar, yeah
Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go
Tryna tuck off got some places we could go
Swear she got the deepest throat like wow
She’s blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck? I don’t understand
Goddamn, I’m out my mind, I popped another Xan
Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering
Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again
Sheesh, gettin’ faded is my favorite rush
Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much
Be quiet, who got some grapes? (What you wanna do now?)
Look baby, pass the Stella
Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiela
Got this Oakland game to tell her
Goddamn, she look familiar
Think we hooked up at Coachella
What’s her name? I’m tryna roll some trees
Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
We too sedated, no conversation
Please say less
Please say less
Please say less
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck? Yes on yes on yes on yes! Yes on yes on yes on yes
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less (yeah)
Say less
Ay girl, what it do do
If you got friends, cool bring a few through
No fun if the homies can’t have none
R.I.P.

Majid Jordan – One I Want (feat. Partynextdoor)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I, I got it now, yeah yeah, got it now
I prayed for 50’s but now I throw 100’s now
At first you was likey likey now you love it now
First I was touchy touchy now I’m touching down (oh oh oh, oh)
I don’t think they understand
I don’t think they understand
I don’t tell em bout our plans (no oh oh, oh)
Don’t tell left about the right hand
Don’t show your colors unless its vibrant
All real bitches move in silence
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
[Verse 2: Majid]
Used to bus to class
Now I’m on first class
Champagne in my glass (oh woah oh)
Look at what we did
Young and restless with
Millions here to spend
On the late show
Ready now
Yeah yeah they love me now
They hit me up but I give em the run around
Girl you too heated I thought that I told ya to simmer down
She wants to know if I’m ready I’m ready to see her now
Why would I say no? I say I’m close
I’ll let you know
So let me come by and love me down down down down
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Majid]
‘Cause even fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)

Wizkid – Sweet Love (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
All I need is one love
All I need is your love, yeah
Sweet love, baby, yeah
All I need is your love, yeah
Yeah
Baby girl nobody afii know (afii know)
Baby girl watin concern them
Baby girl keep it on de low (on de low)
Baby girl nothing concern them
E ma lo go e ma lo fara we mi oh
E ma lo fara we baby mi oh
E ma lo iso kuso saye mi oh
E fimisile de ku sha ye mi oh
Sweet love, oh
Give me sweet love, oh
Give me my love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Give me sweet love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love, yeah
Give me my love, my love
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Toba ba oni shakara pade
Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh
Oje loun jeh
Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni
Toba ba oni shakara pade
Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh
Oje loun jeh
Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni
Shakara baby
Would you hold me
Would you hold me please
Shakara, shakara baby
Come and touch me
Baby make me feel, yeah
Sweet love, oh
Give me sweet love, oh
Give me my love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Give me sweet love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love, yeah
Give me my love, my love
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love

Mura Masa – Blu (feat. Damon Albarn) (Mura Masa Album)

[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love
[Verse 1]
I can’t get you out my mind
You send me pictures
I ain’t calling crisis
You send the pictures
[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love
[Verse 2]
If your harp is charged and loaded
Wait for time to come
It might take you to Rome
It’s all about religion
It’s all about constructing the chemical reliance on
[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love

Mura Masa – Who Is It Gonna B (feat. A. K. Paul) (Mura Masa Album)

I’m thinking, should I put down the time? Don’t you know, you, breaking me down
Then you call, you wander on the frozen ground
Don’t you know, you, testing me now
Don’t you serve ghost (serve ghost), love me (love me)
(Do you love me, do you love me now?)
Wanna hurt me? [Verse 1]
Babe, every day you deny me, love gets stronger
Maybe one day you’ll hear me
See the way we’re going
Don’t you know you confuse me
Don’t you know that you’re breaking me down
Oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Front Line and centre baby, making you look at me
Tell me, who is it gonna be? I’m thinking, should I put down the time? Can see that you’re the cautious kind
And I know that i’m a wildcard more than he
Tell me, who is it gonna be, yeah
[Hook]
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel
[Verse 2]
Babe, every step you take backwards, I get closer
Inner strength to hold back you
I need guidance and light
Don’t you know you could lose me
Don’t you know (don’t you know)
That you’re breaking us down, oh

[Chorus]
Front Line and centre baby, making you look at me
Tell me, who is it gonna be? Can see that you’re the cautious kind
And I know that i’m a wildcard more than he
Tell me, who is it gonna be, yeah
[Hook]
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel
Ooh, don’t know how you feel
Ooh, tell me how you feel
[Bridge]
Ever since that christmas eve when I kissed you
I’ve been waiting in a crazy love
I need that special (you’re safe with me)
[Outro]
Don’t you know, you’ve been breaking me down
Then you call, you wander on the frozen ground
Don’t you know, you, testing me now
Don’t you serve ghost (serve ghost), love me (love me)
(Do you love me, do you love me now?)
Wanna hurt me?

Mura Masa – Second 2 None (feat. Christine & The Queens) (Mura Masa Album)

You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
And how can they think you’ve gone? You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
[Verse 2]
You said this world was fallin’
Feet on the ground, then jumpin’
It used to live all through you
This sense of hope, remorse of belonging
Rockin’ my head right to you
Hard workers are still lied to
My point sent back for your sake
I know there are more wishes to make

[Chorus]
And what do they think they’ve done? [Verse 1]
You broke my heart by stayin’
Under the Earth forsaken
They broke my heart by meanin’
All of the words they said this evenin’
Outside the world is reachin’
None of me is engagin’
It broke my heart to see you
So tall and ready in the early mornin’
[Chorus]
And what do they think they’ve done? You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
And how can they think you’ve gone? You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
[Outro]
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
Second to them, you’re…
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none
You’ll never be second to them, you’re second to none

Mura Masa – Helpline (feat. Tom Tripp) (Mura Masa Album)

[Outro]
I said, Gina
I’m saying, Gina [Verse 2]
Think I lost my head, can’t find my phone
And I wanna know when I got back home
Think I lost my head
Think I lost my head

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s 25 past 10 and again I’m all alone
Can’t remember what I said
But I bet it went something like, something like
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
[Chorus]
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
I know what I felt, would you send me a helpline? [Verse 1]
Think I’m off my head
One more drink and I might be dead
And I know that I’m a mess
Got no money left in my Natwest
Think I’m off my head
Think I’m off my head
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s 25 past 10 and again I’m all alone
Can’t remember what I said
But I bet it went something like, something like
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
[Chorus]
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
I know what I felt, would you send me a helpline?

Mura Masa – Nothing Else! (feat. Jamie Lidell) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
I used to live in magazines
Yeah, they had me dreaming of another world
Thought that all those shiny things
Might give a little meaning to my lonely world
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, distractions
Needless to say, I was caught up with them everyday
But you can take my shit, burn my clothes
I know this is it
[Chorus]
Your love’s more precious than gold
Your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Your love’s more precious, your love’s more precious than gold
‘Cause nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
[Verse 2]
I miss so many unrepeatable things
Living in my material world
Convinced myself time and time again that I could win
Without giving anything of myself

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, distractions
Needless to say, I was caught up with them everyday
But you can take my shit, burn my clothes
I know this is it
[Chorus]
Your love’s more precious than gold
Your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Gold, your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
[Bridge]
I was caught up in the bling bling bling
But diamond candy, it don’t mean a thing, no
‘Cause nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
[Outro]
Could live it up in a mansion
Sleeping in a single bed
They used to get my attention
But now I choose you instead, instead

Mura Masa – Firefly (feat. Nao) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
Pavement’s burning into gold
Embers risin’ up into night flights
Up on my back, I feel the static and awe
Tripping the wire, surrounded in time
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
[Chorus]
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
[Post-Chorus]
Just say, "yes"
Just say, "yes"
Just say, I’d rather have everything than nothing at all
Just say, "yes"
[Verse 2]
Starry-eyed and under folds
Images, I pictured in skies
Trickling, I tried to close
Negative weight on my back, I feel the the static and awe
Tripping the wire, surrounded in time
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know

[Chorus]
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
[Post-Chorus]
Just say, "yes"
Just say, "yes"
Just say, I’d rather have everything than nothing at all
Just say, "yes"

Mura Masa – What If I Go? (feat. Bonzai) (Mura Masa Album)

See your lightning
Shining brightly through a haze
A little [?] and arrow
Smoke and mirrors
Blue and icy
Meet my gates
Boom my heartbeat
Slide but block love
Slow to get up
Hard to say
You fill my head with madness
Good and bad
Don’t be the one that got away
Got away
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
And every night spend without your face
Has been shattering
I color my world in a violet shade to hide the pain
And you go solo no longer
I be, I be good for sure
Luck of the draw, you
That’s my lottery won
A gem in the rough
I could be your finishing touch
So where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Go, going, going, oh
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
(I’m going)
Where ever you go
(I’m going with you)
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
(Where ever you go)
Where ever you go
(I’m going with you)
Going with you bae
(I’m going with you bae)
Going with you bae
(Yeah) Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
I [?] all that ethylene
Wouldn’t miss a thing
When you’re lost on your own and you’re wondering
If I’m following
Just know where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Luck of the draw, you
That’s my lottery won
A gem in the rough
I could be your finishing touch
So where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Go, going, going, oh
Is it really like this?

Mura Masa – All Around The World (feat. Desiigner) (Mura Masa Album)

Thank God I got it
Thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, cut the checks, they watchin’
Thank God I be gettin’, can’t stop it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I be countin’ this money
Thank God, thinkin’, livin’, they funny
Livin’ close, yeah and countin’ these hundreds, oh shit
I be livin’ life on the ball shit
I’mma cop me a wheel and I ghost it
Black and white, it’s the panda, the ghost is
Give a toast to the Grammy’s, I go shit
All night with the bag
All night with the swag
All night with the bag
All
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, yeah, yeah
They say I go, got it, I go, get
I’m on top of the world on my ball shit
In the party, get it started, get retarded
Baby what’s your favorite color Aston Martin? Gotta hit on the gas just to get it started
Gotta kick on the gas just to get it started
Hear the ‘Rari, hear it mumble, hear it roar
Say that she hate monsters
Engine started, she hate monsters
Engine farted, she hate monsters
Get retarded, I’m just chillin’
I trap out of golden Beamers
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
Got them mad ’cause I drill and they all defeated
I be ridin’, keep sayin’, "Lord, ’cause I need it"
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
‘Cause he help me come back from all my demons
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, git, git!

Mura Masa – 1 Night (feat. Charli Xcx) (Mura Masa Album)

Do you wanna go back to where we were? Do you wanna go back to where we were? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go? It was only one night
Do you wanna? Do you wanna go? It was only one night Do you wanna go back to where we were? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go? Got that chain reaction, oh-woah
Didn’t know what it was worth
Sixteen million mentions, oh-woah
Ain’t pickin’ up the whole damn earth, no no no
We had a connection, oh-woah
But I’m not the type of girl, oh you
You are an exception, oh yeah
Yeah, you blew my mind, I wanna rewind
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go
Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go back to where we were? Do you wanna go back to where we were? It was only one night
Do you wanna go? You are somethin’ special, oh-woah
Twenty carats, solid gold
What we had was precious, oh-woah
But I had to let you go
We had a connection, oh-woah
But I’m not the type of girl who wants
Serious affection, oh-woah
It doesn’t belong in my world
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go
Do you wanna go? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go back to where we were? Yeah, yeah, yeah, do you wanna? It was only one night
Do you wanna go? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go?

Mura Masa – Love$Ick (feat. A$AP Rocky) (Mura Masa Album)

Get your weapon drawn
They only killing time, another second gone
I heard your man ain’t home
Now you melatone
But you acting young
And you hella drunk
I need you
I want you
(And I swear to God, you gon’ miss me when I’m gone)
I need you
(I’m a lovesick fuck)
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
Okay she giving me love
But it fuck my energy up
Every time it finna be summer, only got the memories up
And now we industry lovers
They making enemies of us
I mean sometimes we in public they drain this energy from us
Visit Italia, be my señorita
La vida or I be there either way you need a reason
I ain’t talking bout MasterCards, debit cards either
Credit charge, kermit the frog, margaritas
Yeah, I heard she got a main homie
Yeah, you wanna lay the hands on me
But you should see the way she dance on me
Yeah, wishing I ain’t had no pants on me
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I want you
I’m lovesick fuck
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck The weather cold
The weather so
Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll
Cause I’m sipping Pro’
Yeah that ‘meth is pro’
Promethazine, yeah a stepping stone
Oh they acting up? Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok?

Mura Masa – Nuggets (feat. Bonzai) (Mura Masa Album)

Once you begin, ease your way in
That shit hits and you’re in for the long run
[Pre-Chorus]
And by the sounds of it, regretting your clear neglect
Put [?] and get back
Begging is all you know
[Chorus]
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
They try to chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn
‘Cause I got, I got
I got, I got, I got nuggets, bitch

[Verse 2]
When I touch base with the contenders
I relay the rules to remember
Don’t cave if I let you in under my skin
Lights out by 10 like bam
A taste to the dreams in your head
Taste to the dreams in your head
Run out of drum, go get you some
That shit hits and you’re in for the long run
[Pre-Chorus]
And by the sounds of it, regretting your clear neglect
Put [?] and get back
Begging is all you know
[Chorus]
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn
‘Cause I got, I got
I got, I got, I got nuggets, bitch

[Outro]
‘Cause we were all young and happy and had no problems and now everyone’s fucked [Intro]
…romantic love has been distilled into algorithms of data where love is reduced to nothing more than the neurotransmitter dopamine, biochemically no different than addiction to cocaine. [Verse 1]
Bam, instantly face the injection
Kickin’ in, feel the effects in a second
Pace, it’s not like the rest
One more drop, it’ll put a fuckin’ hole through your chest like bam
Now name your direction
Are you gonna go for the blue or the red one? Imagine that, right?

Mura Masa – Messy Love (Mura Masa Album)

Say our prayers to the same ghost
We know that we don’t have forever
So tell me what it is you want
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love

[Hook]
Will [you] be my girl now [Chorus]
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love
[Verse]
Yeah, girl, I’ve always been a hard hitter
Deep convictions to the bone
I never wanted you to try me
But you refuse to take my note
Don’t you think that we should be together?

French Montana – Too Much (Jungle Rules Album)

[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 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 – Famous (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn’t stand a chance
There’s no way you would go for a man like me if you had options
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I’ll always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Fly low with the angel
I said "fake it ’till you make it"
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you "stick to the basics"
The empire started in the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken
You know it might cut ya
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if your mama know
When they get too close for playing
[?]
Because no one gonna love you like I do

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
[Bridge]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

French Montana – Formula (feat. Alkaline) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Verse 1]
Dem nae waan me here
Lee Milla, anuh like me care
Just a go fi do the job
And when me done, get the fuck outta there
Me live mi young life without no fear
And if me go away, tell mi fans dem, nuh cry no tear
Mi legacy will never die, I swear
Dem a bawl already and me d’even inna mi prime, I swear
Come like me born before mi time, I swear
Dem say dem happy fi me, but we know…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 2]
Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But, me know the pussy dem…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Bridge]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
Ackee Walk have the formula
Vendetta have the formula
Yow Frass, we have the formula
Common have the formula
Rosalee have the formula

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi mek the fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Verse 1]
Dem nae waan me here](12156506)
Lee Milla, anuh like me care
Just a go fi do the job
And when me done, get the fuck outta there
Me live mi young life without no fear
And if me go away, tell mi fans dem, nuh cry no tear
Mi legacy will never die, I swear
Dem a bawl already and me d’even inna mi prime, I swear
Come like me born before mi time, I swear
Dem say dem happy fi me, but we know…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 2]
Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But, me know the pussy dem…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Outro]
From you a work you have the formula…

French Montana – Black Out (feat. Young Thug) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: French Montana]
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