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Spoken – Long Live The Dream Lyrics

SPOKENLong Live The Dream Lyrics
How many times have you heard the words. you’ve lost your way and there’s nobody there to pick you back up,
to pick you up and send you on your way. this is the last time, this is the last time I rescue you? those on the outside can’t live your life on the inside too. falling is not that hard to do when you’re all alone don’t let anyone take your dream away. you’ll never touch the stars unless you try. long live the dream, long live the dream inside your soul. one thing I know for certain,
you are the only one to give up on your destiny.

All my love – Cash Cash feat. Conor Maynard yrics

I gotta get back, get back yeah, all my loveee
All my loveee
I gotta get back, get back yeah, all my loveee. All my loveee. How can I sleep when you’re out there
With all my love? (x2)
Friday night locked in these sheets
I toss and I turn, where you used to be. How can I sleep when you’re out there
With all my loveee? Lyrics Cash Cash – All my love
Friday night, my phone is off
And none of my friends even know you’re gone
All these broken picture frames
I’m sick of your face, but can’t look away.(all my love)
Can’t go out, can’t stay home
I don’t know how, how to be alone
I keep waiting for you, waiting for you to come back
With all of my love. Can’t go out, can’t stay home
I don’t know how, how to be alone
I keep waiting for you, waiting for you to come back
With all of my loveee. I can’t believe that you left here with all my love
Bring it back, bring it back, back, back oh woah
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Bring it back, bring it back, back, back oh woah
All my loveee. I can’t believe that you left here with all my loveee
Bring it back, bring it back, back, back oh woah
All my loveee (all my loveee)
Bring it back, bring it back, back, back oh woah
All my loveee. Cash Cash lyrics
Video love

Up in flames – Sinner’s Heist feat. Emma Sameth lyrics

Tell me to hold you hand to feel high
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Strike your matches in the sky
See you Romeo and Juliet like. Sinner’s Heist lyrics
Video flames Lyrics Sinner’s Heist – Up in flames
You love me like a secret that your keeping
Diving every weekend into the deep end
You tell me to hold my breath and let go
Then I trust you and I choke
Like I’m sippin’ on, like I’m sippin’ on smoke.(up in flames)
Sleepin’ is always a gamble
In a room full of kerosene candles
You are the one, you lay, when we go up
Up in flames. Sleepin’ is always a gamble
In a room full of kerosene candles
You are the one, you lay, when we go up
Up in flaaames. You are the one, you are the one
When we go up
You are the one
When we go up in flamesss.

Knots – Filous lyrics

You got me in knooots
You got me in, you got me in knots
You got me in
All I really want are strings attached
But I know I’ll never get it back ’cause
You got me in knooots
(You got me in knooots)
You got me in knooots
You got me in, you got me in knots
You got me in
All I really want are strings attached
But I know I’ll never get it back ’cause
You got me in knotsss. wanna be loose. in
At least I’m holding on and won’t let go
Every piece of me just wants to leave
I .. Lyrics Filous – Knots
You roped me in, tied a knot
We got tangled up inside your head
Looking in your mind, knowing every thought
But all I want is just to cut the thread.(knots)
I’m tied up, tell it to you
Ooh, this .. rope by rope. Filous lyrics
Video Filous wanna be loose. I’m tied up, tell it to you
Ooh, this .. You got me in knooots
You got me in, you got me in knooots
All I really want are strings attached
But I know I’ll never get it back ’cause
You got me in knooots. You wrapping me, ..

Blac Youngsta – Birthday (Young Dolph Diss)

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
[Outro]
You lil rat ass bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
Your whole clique pussies man
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
All you niggas bitches
Your whole clique nigga
Bitch ass nigga
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
I’m innocent (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
[Verse 2]
Lost so many niggas to this shit
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
I get my gun out when I’m delivering
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
And show up in court, I’ma get even
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
[Verse 1]
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
Snitched on every song
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
Fuck nigga pressed charges
And got the feds running up in every home
I got to play it safe out here
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
They tryna get me out the way out here
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here
It’s so much hate out here
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry
Tell your fans the truth
Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)
[Chorus]
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? [Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? (gang gang)
And then press charges on me
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
This is for all the young niggas innocent
I’m innocent
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Fuck Trump
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences
[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga?

Kali Uchis – Tyrant (Remix) (feat. Daniel Caesar)

[Intro: Kali Uchis]
Baby dímelo
Dímelo, dímelo, dímelo
[Verse 1: Kali Uchis]
All I hear is sirens
In a world so violent
Would you be a tyrant
If I gave you power
Would you take it out
Look me in my iris
I can read your silence
When everything is a riot
You’re my peace and quiet
[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
All around we go
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round
Wanna seize the throne
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round

[Verse 2: Kali Uchis]
Word on the street, you got hoes
I disappear like El Chapo
‘Til you said you would cut off the whole world
If little old me would be yours
Mira, mira, míralo (míralo, míralo)
Papi está rico, papi está guapo (papi está guapo)
The worlds been asking us to lose control
All we ever do is French like Brigitte Bardot (Brigitte Bardot)
[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
All around we go (all around, all around)
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
Wanna seize the throne (I know you wanna, I know you wanna)
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
[Bridge: Kali Uchis]
Baby dímelo
Dímelo, dímelo, dímelo

[Verse 3: Daniel Caesar]
Jeez Louise, Danny Caes
Flowers gon’ to your head, boy I see
Let me put your mind at ease
You wanna be a tyrant
Do you have it in you? See, life is crazier now
I know you’re just tryna figure it out
How to be the man without
And still be baby Danny
Bring honor to your family
Peace
[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
All around we go (all around, all around)
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
Wanna seize the throne (I know you wanna, I know you wanna)
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
[Outro: Kali Uchis]
We’re goin’ ’round and around and around, goin’ down, down
We’re goin’ ’round and around and around, goin’ down, down

Jay Critch – Bottom Line

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits
[Verse 1]
You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
Bitch I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma fuck her one time and then I tell her good riddance
Fuck her two times sign my name on her titty

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits
[Verse 2]
Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these pussy niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

Kamaiyah – Build You Up

[Pre-Chorus]
You have had someone that comes and breaks you down
Never had someone to come and make you smile
You just need someone to come and show you love
You just need someone to come and build you up
[Chorus]
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
[Verse 1]
Had someone to come around and break you down
Never had someone to come around and show you love
Had someone around to come and take away
Never had someone around to come and build you up
And this is killing you
Nothing’s real to you
No one’s feeling you
To come and handle you
You don’t need no one, you’ve got to love yourself
‘Cause when you get [?]
Won’t need nobody else
Say "I gotta love me"
Say "I gotta trust me"
Say "I gotta give myself some pride"
Say "I gotta hug me"

[Pre-Chorus]
You have had someone that comes and breaks you down
Never had someone to come and make you smile
You just need someone to come and show you love
You just need someone to come and build you up
[Chorus]
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
[Verse 2]
Give me the microphone and check it
Should be no one neglected
Should be no disrespectin’ if someone is in your presence
Don’t accept it
A queen is a queen of all things
Respected by all means, uplifted by all kings, na’ mean? If he don’t show you love then he’s less than
Never stress it, tell that brother get to steppin’
The message is if he’s real enough to build you up
Then he should really love, and try to build you up, sho’ ‘nough
Love yourself, hug yourself
And never put nobody else above yourself
If you a queen, off top, you should know that there
[?] yourself, you should show that there
Hold yourself to a standard, we know that’s real
Show respect, well-mannered, and own that care
Bein’ a queen really means you gotta show yourself love
You gotta be strong enough to build yourself up

[Pre-Chorus]
You have had someone that comes and breaks you down
Never had someone to come and make you smile
You just need someone to come and show you love
You just need someone to come and build you up
[Chorus]
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up

Run The Jewels – Don’t Get Captured

We don’t argue, we are not calm and impartial
Some call it work, but it’s more like an art
We just paint the walls with your heart
And we better not catch you
[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]
He in here, me in here, we in here
Don’t get captured
No cryin’ here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don’t get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don’t get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don’t get captured

[Outro: Killer Mike & El-P]
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors
Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera
Go cold like the land of Chicago
Child soldiers sprayin’ the chopper
But you don’t give a fuck, that’s them though
‘Til a peasant put a pistol in your window
You ain’t really need that chain
You ain’t really need that ring
You ain’t really need them thangs
Snow on The Bluff showed up
With the slums in the city blown up
Now the white folks showed up
Everything bought sold up
Niggas assed out, niggas po’d up
Politicians so corrupt, sold our black ass out
Really ain’t color, my brother
Here in Cabbagetown they put they white-ass out
Truth been told, I’m out
[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]
He in here, me in here, we in here
Don’t get captured
No cryin’ here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don’t get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don’t get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don’t get captured

[Verse 2: El-P]
Good day from the house of the haunted
Get a job, get a house, get a coffin
Don’t stray from the path, remain where you at
That maximizes our profit
Is that blunt? Oh well, hell, so’s this boot
We live to hear you say "please don’t shoot"
A pure delight, c’mon, make my night
When I file reports what’s right’s what I write
Snuff films air all night ’till your last sane thought take flight
What a great sight, what a job, what a good life
The more we act wrong the more we are right
And who exactly gon’ stop what we got?

Tyga – Move To L.A. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight

[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, "Get back at it, girl"

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. [Intro]
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A.

Zedd & Liam Payne – Get Low (Infrared)

(x2)
Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me, it’s hard to know what you see of me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows
I know that you’re fragile. get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Let’s skip the undertone
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
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Your new life is floating
The stars are made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With a sound of love is blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been. Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel? Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missing. Shake too low
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in your, lost in the rush
Faded you’re stuck, I help you up.(get low)
Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel? get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
get loooww (x2)
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that. get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. (x2)
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that. get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missinggg. get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb.

Zombie Juice – Lava

[Verse 1]
I don’t give a fuck bruh (I don’t give a fuck)
All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat
It’s Like 2:30, call the [?] up
The most upmost, I’m getting head from the front doe
Front fo’ nigga right here at your front door
Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo
Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones
[?] anything getting money ’til the Feds roll
Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes
Slammin’ on niggas like [?] from the free throw
Flatbush born dead, nigga I’m a hero
And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero
Tolerance for bullshit or ego
Took enough acid and I’m feeling like Neo
Niggas took my style, man I’m feeling kinda geeked though
Swag champ ’cause a nigga [?]
Peep though, progression at its finest
Treat you so good cause you’re only what you’re [?]
[?] they see through your [?]
Your iris, your eyelash, your eyes can’t define it
They hear when they want ya
Fear what they told ya
Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health
Program inhibition, I’m willing to ride
Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind
Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should’ve been signed twice
If this the outcome, I’m waiting on my next life
Roll the dice, motherfucker get your shit straight
Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah
Zombies we the shit man ya
Zombies we the clique man ya
Palm trees like a birthday
Ain’t nothing like the first day

[Hook]
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day
[Verse 2: ZOMBiE Juice ]
Back to take the game, got my ice on brr
Back the fuck up, get the Juice in here
You can’t compare, living like this can’t be real
[?]
All red looking like the prince is near
And the bitch with me looking like the baddest here
High as us, throw ’em off like a chandelier
Back-to-back smoking like I can’t be here
Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world
Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor
Trying to hit the show, never let the [?]
Hating on the boy, get up in the [?]
Straight up out the morgue
[?]
God damn, load the clips and [?]
Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man
Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam
Master P all about it [?]
Had to cut ’em off, [?] off me
Blowing in the wind on my RZA shit you can’t find me
Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows
These new niggas just hoe, like Jay-Z I change flows
Sherm tastes like mango
Dope-in-the-vein flow
Coke-colored Kangol
Your main bitch, she get low
Out of site, out of mind
Niggas running out of time so they [?]

[Hook]
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day

Jacob Sartorius – Hit Me Back (feat. Blackbear)

What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
[Verse 3: blackbear]
I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
[Verse 2: Jacob Sartorius]
You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday? I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, girl, so you know
We finna take over the whole world
[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
What’s up with that? Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that? FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
(You never hit me back)
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Outro: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that? The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that? FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? What’s up with that? The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back? (Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that? [Verse 1: Jacob Sartorius]
Ay, been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got outta class, gave you my number
Supposed to hit me back
[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside
[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that? (Hey, aw, yeah)
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that? [Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside
[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?

Kid Ink – Mochi

Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me? Blowin’ on this C4
Bust a swisher like a freak hoe
Just leveled up with my cheat code
Ball hard on my leash
Dog niggas off leashes
Champagne gotta leave
Just tell me jump and I’ll leap it
It’s karaoke, lip synchin’
After that she Listerinin’
They just gave me a check tonight
I can handle any misdemeanor
Knock, knock, fuck your subpoena
Pourin’ up, no Cold Medina
Cold niggas, flow fever
Turn a 911 to a 4 seater

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend
[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me? We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks
[Verse 2]
You know a nigga stay blunted, blunted
And the city tatted on my stomach, dummies
Said soon as niggas start actin’ funny
Throw two’s up, Bugs Bunny Bunny
Girl, choose up and throw that cunty cunty
I ain’t even seen that shit comin’
Ass out like a plumber, plumber
Drop down and make that shit plummet
Pay me somethin’ or just leave me alone
Money gettin’ real Nia Long
Ever since shit start goin’ right
I got a real hard time bein’ wrong
Niggas say they got a major key
Still ain’t even got a key to home
Homies keep on tellin’ me to stop
Playin’ with ’em, I’ma keep it goin’

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend
[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me? [Chorus]
What you really, really want from me? We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks
[Outro]
What these niggas really wan’t from me
Aight Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me? Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me? We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks
[Verse 1]
Oh, what you lookin’ at me for?

Troy Ave – On My Birthday

A one two, a one two
Countin millions
Not bad for a nigga from the mud
I’m a pretty rich thug
Word
[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
[Verse 1]
Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord? Genuine love, loyal like a dog
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs
I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
300K for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
In a small town buyin bigger clips
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow

[Hook] x2
On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
[Verse 2]
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
Getting women like ya boy gofer
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way
All about the money like my song say
[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 3]
Big bread and the big heart in my chest
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
Troy Ave… [Intro]
Ay who celebratin a birthday?

Coldplay – A L I E N S

[Verse 1]
We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight
[Pre-Chorus]
Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight
[Chorus]
Just an alien
[Verse 2]
We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says
[Pre-Chorus]
Fly if you want to
That’s alright
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line
[Chorus]
Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again
[Bridge]
Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime
[Chorus]
Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

Juicy J – No Look

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit
[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books
[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books
[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

21 Savage – Famous (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin’ on models
Ridin’ in the foreign, remember ridin’ on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin’ bags for the cheap
When I ain’t had money, I was robbin’, nigga
I was gettin’ bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I’m on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga’s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can’t change on my game, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the shit real
Niggas rappin’ ’bout shit they ain’t even lived
Niggas lyin’, I can hear it in their ad-libs
I’m poppin’ Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It’s kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I’ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I’ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin’ sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
I know it’s bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn’t be an athlete
I’m a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’? Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’
[Outro]
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’
[Verse 2]
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can’t see
And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
Nigga one thousand, I’m beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin’, "Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin’, "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas can’t disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I’m too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the niggas knew me ‘fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price’ll go up
Streets cold, nigga, they ain’t showin’ no love
Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk) (Outro) (Ralo Laflare Album)

Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’
[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken
[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas
[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! [Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up
[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas? OTF
Ralo LaFlare

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Sometimes (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter
[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up
[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips
[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Outro – Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery