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Joey Bada$$ – Too Lit

[Intro]
Oh you lit
[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (aye)
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
[?]
[Verse 1]
I know my angels got my back, but it’s demons all in front of me
A halo for a hat, I wear the crown always underneath
The king to a God, tryna guard all this energy
That’s why I stay strapped – in my dungarees
Looking at the past, thinking everything is done to me
Moving so fast I can’t let the future run from me
One foot upon the gas, the other foot up in my enemy’s ass
I’m just tryna make my legacy last, it’s everlasting
You never passing a nigga’s passion
They on their last stretch like they’re elastic
I’m Mr. Fantastic, everything I drop, another classic
They only mad cause I got it mastered
Anything that I imagined, I made it happen
Turn the pen into a wand and I make magic
I’m good with the words but I’m better at the actions
I’m putting in the work, man I’m never relaxing my nigga

[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (aye)
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
[?]
[Verse 2]
And you don’t understand my angle
Getting tangled in, all kind of stars, it’s spangled
Feeling like I’m dangling over a edge
Playing tango with the Devil trying not to break a leg
I’m just tryna break bread with my brother man
Rather see us niggas dead, you don’t understand
Middle fingers to the feds and the government
I’m taking shots to the head like Osama Bin
I’m wilin’ man, they rather see me talking ’bout my wallet and
How I got the girls going crazy at the colleges
She give me good brain and I might just pay her scholarship
Pussy intuition, baby get up on this knowledge and swallow it
I penetrate deep like a hollow tip
You can ride the mic baby girl we can politic
The money, man I’m piling it
I’m profound at this
Never I profile with it, my whole style legit

[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick, (yeah)
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (yeah)
Never could be too rich (aye)
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
[?]
[Interlude]
That’s right, yeah that’s right, that’s right (yeah)
Never could be too lit
Tell America to suck my dick
Never could be too [?]
Never could be too
[Verse 3]
Who wants war with the demi-god, demi-god
Feeling like I’m Thor for the denims on, special clothes
[?] attatched to the emerald
A vessel of a force, to be with you in the epilogue
It’s another episode, written from the upper echelon
Hidden in another rapper lungs, should I carry on tradition
As a Barry Bond division
Through the windows of my soul, ain’t no medical prescription
I’m on a mission, keep an eye out for opposition
Niggas tryna sneak him, that’s for his rap position
But they better off just quitting
Got bars like they Gods hitting in San Quentin
And I’m sicker than the judges with the sentencing
I sense tension
Viewers discretion, will be advised anytime that he arrive
They caught the vibe way before I step inside
I walk with the light, see the spark in my eyes

[Elis Regina]
Sentindo o frio
Em minha alma
Te convidei
[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (aye)
Never could be too rich
My bitch never gonna be too thick
[?]

Quentin Miller – Expression 5.5 (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah
[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P— (alright)

[Beat Switch]
[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, axe the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

Avenged Sevenfold – Retrovertigo

Post-ironic
Remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights
To your plight
And you’ll eat
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I’m dulled by excess
And a cynic at best
My art imitates crime
Paid for by
The allies
So invest
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
There’s a vintage thirst returning
But I’m sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo

A tribute to false memories
With conviction
Cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?

Bad Bunny – Tu No Metes Cabra

[Intro: Hector El Father]
Cuando ustedes me ven, yo sé que tiemblan
Yo estoy ready 24 hours
El Father, pídanme la bendición
[Coro: Hector El Father]
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche
[Verso 1: Bad Bunny]
Yeh, estoy subiendo como espuma
Prendiéndole en la cara al que no fuma
Ando con Adidas veloces como un puma
El Undertaker saliendo de la bruma
Y se apagan las luces, prende el wax para que me muses
Tú no metes cabra, tú no luces
No es el Mercedes, es quien lo conduce
Y dime que son Retro sin un Jordan que las use
Evita el delay
Aquí si no te ponchamos, te damos doble play
No existe replay, son Miami sin Lebron y Wade
Nos vamos a switcher, aunque me fichen
Me tiran pero soy un pitcher
Tu jeva loca que me la chiche
Yo matando y tú mirando en los bleacher

[Coro: Hector El Father]
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche
[Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
Yo controlo la calle sin ser bichote
Un melón y pico entre el pote
Yo tengo el pique flow chipotle
Shaquille O’Neal debajo del aro
Nadie me quita un rebote
La nueva religión, yo soy la nueva era
El responsable de que ustedes se cayeran
Apartamento frente al mar, lo tengo de pecera
Y el sour diesel directo de la nevera
Se bebe y se chinga como en prom
Yo soy un hijueputa com
En el VIP soy Donald Trump
Yo tengo to’ Gucci hasta las foam, yeh
[Coro: Hector El Father]
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche

[Outro: Hector El Father, Bad Bunny]
Yo no escucho lo que ustedes están diciendo allá abajo
Bad Bunny, baby
Trap Kingz, baby
El jefe
Hear This Music
El jefe
Díselo Luian
Mambo Kingz
Mambo Kingz

smokepurpp – Gucci Breakfast (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp, Lil Purpp
Bitch
Four in the fuckin’ mornin’
Shout out these young hoes be hatin’ shit, ya dig? [Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast
Smoke a blunt for breakfast (what?)
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1: SmokePurpp]
Percocet, uh
I come to collect
For my set
I can get you wet, uh
I fucked that
I’m depressed, I stay in bed (what?)
Fuck your daughter (what?)
Fuck her ’til her pussy wet
I don’t need no glove
I need a vision, blunt
Bitch I’m from Dade County (what?)
Haitian, speak in tongue (okay)
Leave a nigga bloody like I poked him in the artery
I don’t do no party
I fuck hoes, do Molly
I just need somebody
To fuck hoes, do Molly with
I don’t do no party
Poke him in the artery
Ayy, what I say? Yuh, bitch
I’m fuckin’ tired! Want fuckin’ breakfast, ayy! Ayy
Bars, Xan, breakfast

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Pop a Xan for breakfast, ooh
Fucked that bitch then left her, yeah
Left her in a stretcher, ooh
Lil Pump the flexer, yeah
Pull up and I’m flexin’
Go to class with Smith & Wesson
Teacher told me I’m a blessin’
Always askin’ why I’m finessin’, uh
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar
I pop Xans and crash cars
Everything is Goyard
All I do is swipe card
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

Starlito – Too Many (Hot Chicken Album)

She pull up on me looking like a snack
I took her homie and you can’t have her back
[Verse 1]
Lately I been thinking too much
Rolled up too much dope, I’m Prolly drinking too much
Told her that I loved her, what I mean is too much
Then again I heard there was no such thing as too much
Can’t lie sometimes I feel like these demons too much
Still there’s no such thing as too much green in the blunt
Ain’t sip no lean in two months
Shawty give me a reason to lust
She pull up on me then I end up wanting to eat her for lunch
Fucking wit me I prolly teach you some stuff
You know Ima thug and I don’t easily trust
We went from creeping on the hush, now we just do us
And if her last nigga don’t like it, Fuck em he can adjust
[Chorus]
Long as I keep it real, and you keep it real
Fuck how they feel, Fuck how they feel
I’m in this for you, we ain’t doing this for them
How you feel about the whole world vs you and Slim
X2
Baby girl you worry too much
Really don’t give a fuck about who worried bout us
They wasn’t riding dirty with us
40 in your purse can’t fit that 30 in ya clutch
Our first date was at the shooting range
And my lil gangsta yea she call me by my middle name
She keep it really real, ain’t really with the games
Yea I caught feelings and I’m feeling like she feel the same
And my lil snack I got her back I flipped her taxes for some stacks real quick
Real friendship wit benefits should never have to ask for shit
Last nigga to drive her whip wouldn’t even put gas in it
Bout to put you in that coup just so you can pass em in it
[Chorus]
Long as I keep it real, and you keep it real
Fuck how they feel, Fuck how they feel
I’m in this for you, we ain’t doing this for them
How you feel about the whole world vs you and Slim
X2

Lil Wayne – Fireworks (feat. Jeezy)

[Intro: Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Got-It
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I’m a hot boy
You out here fuckin’ anything then you’s a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin’, I’m the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin’ like it’s doin’ ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that’s a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin’, call me 2:40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I’m just tryna put a hundred mil’ up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don’t cost a half a mil’, dawg don’t even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I’m gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There’s a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I’m the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I’m Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin’
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin’
You ain’t shit, you just pre-season
You ain’t lit, you just pre-heated
Can’t quit, I’ma keep leanin’
Smoke gas, I’ma keep premium
Green, green, in the money scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin’ on the Visa
Speakin’ of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I’m a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I’m in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin’ on the sprinklers, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I’m the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch’s house
That’s his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I’ma pig out
Yeah I’m Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain’t no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain’t tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that’s the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I’m still mastermindin’
Tryna find the silver linin’, find ’em, pat ’em, line ’em
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that’s how it works

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Jeezy]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can’t check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one’s fuckin’ with it
Uh, I got ’em bathin’ like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that’s how it works
All day, nigga
Coppin’ shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
Mula, baby

Lil Wayne – Magnolia (Freestyle)

Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze-in’ you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waitin’ for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
The bitches’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
Hello? they gettin’ shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

[Chorus]
Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they’re new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain’t tryin’ might find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple coupe
Passin’ you up like juke
Turnin’ heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What’s in that, bag? I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast? Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I’m Mr. [Verse 1]
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin’ from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let ’em milly rock
Me and woe don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I’m higher than my socks
I’m twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Intro]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? 14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?

Higher Brothers & J Mag – Workin

姚明退已进路名人堂 我会像他一样伟大
看他上第一场比赛 [?]
[?] [?]
[?]
买我最喜欢的Nike
Spendin’ cash, flow catch
That’s my type beat
赚到钱都用来打扮jewelry[?]
我们童子返回曹国Wi-Fi覆盖率
Ay ay ay, it’s Higher Brothers and the J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn, I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! [Post-hook: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4 Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4
[Verse 2: MaSiWei]
他们倚重我 他们激愤我
她想跟我生个baby 让他继承我
She say, hey MaSiWei 为啥怎么[?]
Yeah, MaSiWei, can we do it like that? [Post-hook: J. Luh-
[Verse 1: J. Mag
We working at the studio 你妈了个批
[Post-hook: J. [Intro: J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn, I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! Mag & MaSiWei]
Woke up
Go to sleep, yuh
Work, workin’
Ay Higher, ay Higher
[Hook 1: J. Mag]
Bitch you know I’m workin’
Yeah I’m from the Middle East but I don’t wear no turban
Hater take a seat, sometimes I like my bitches curvy
Harikiri on the beat so you know we workin’
London to Sudan, China to Oman
Ay bitch I’m on the grind
I’m balling from the free throw line
Gold grill on my teeth, MJ on my feet
Fit jeans with the rip got me looking clean
Brr- brr- brr- brr-
My bitch on the plug
And she got all the drugs
I take them ’til I say enough
Yuh, look
Leanin’, rockin’, all my shows be poppin’
My hoes call me papi, pull up in a foreign option skrr
[Hook 2: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4
[Verse 3: Psy.P]
[?] {?]
他们的那么期待 [?]
上场了我们的MV 美国的黑人也爱
[?] [?]
[?] [?]
[?]
拍了个新的MV [?]
[?]
[?] [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] [?]
[Hook 2: J.

Meyhem Lauren – Aggressive Metal

[Intro]
Yo
Yo, that nigga just…
Son, he lit him up, son
He lit the nigga up like a Christmas tree, son
Like it was the Fourth of July, son
I mean, yo…
That shit…
Yo, that nigga was trying to fucking cook the nigga, son
I mean, like, that shit’s fucked up, son
That nigga hit the nigga up like he was just like Shish kebab
Like, he was just meat, nigga
Like, like he was nothing
Yo, that shit’s fucked up, man
[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, yeah
AKA Lauren Avicii
It’s all Queens everything
Yo
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Swerving like we dodging potholes
My niggas got those
Gifted with the jewels on
That’s how you rock hoes
I don’t even hit them with G
I speak a thousand
Champagne sprinkled in cups while niggas browsing
’84 Guccis on, wrist on chill
Eat steak, move flake while we get this meal
Street corner music for my niggas that dump
Let the Glock shake the block like the box to the trunk
Sway patch up a precise, we looking cleanly
I been fresh, a dirtbag bitch couldn’t be friendly
Pop bottle, pop tags, pop collars
Niggas get popped for acting like they block scholars
Falsely, I’ve been implicated in a scandal
That shit is untrue like me seen rocking a sandal
I’m a Nike head
If not, I rock a Gucci kick
Welcome to Queens where niggas show you how to Uzi spit
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Doing good, I’m talking real refinement
Doggy, I’m straight like a wheel alignment
Prescribe work to heal a client
Aggressive metal protects metal that’s precious
My whole team stars, we never settle for benches
My whip big body like Bes’
We reckless
Finesse this fucking lifestyle
I’m thinking right now
I don’t get scared of police like I’m a White child
I speak success fluently
[?] I’m just doing me
Swipe to the left like we using Tinder
Leave your skin cut up there like we [?]
Stacking papes looking like apes that need crates
Peace to niggas fucking with birds and big eights
It’s Laurenovich

Wolf Alice – Don’t Delete The Kisses

I’m like a teenage girl
I might as well write all over my notebook
That you ‘rock my world!’
You do, you really do
You’ve turned me upside down
And that’s okay, I’ll let it happen
‘Cause I like having you around
I’m a love-trick, a romantic cliche
And they really are all true
And we catch eyes in a stupid party
I know exactly what to do
I’ll take your hand, and we will leave
A French exit for me and you
You know I’m home, a little bit drunk
Some things don’t change
And I know now

[Chorus]
Me and you were meant to be
In love
Me and you were meant to be
In love
Me and you
[Outro]
I see the signs of a lifetime, you ’til I die Love
What if it’s not meant for me? Love
What if it’s not meant for me? Love
[Verse 2]
A few days pass since I last saw you
And you have taken over my mind
I’m re-telling jokes you made that made me laugh
Pretending that they’re mine
I wanna tell the whole world about you
I think that that’s a sign
I’m losing self control and it’s you
It really is, one thousand times
I look at your picture and I smile
How awful’s that? Love
[Verse 1]
I’d like to get to know you
I’d like to take you out
We’d go to the Hail Mary
And afterwards make out
Instead I’m typing you a message
That I know I’ll never send
Rewriting old excuses
Delete the kisses at the end
When I see you, the whole world reduces
To just that room
And then I remember and I’m shy
That gossip’s eye will look too soon
And then I’m trapped, overthinking
And yeah, probably self-doubt
You tell me to get over it
And to take you out
But I can’t, I’m too scared
And there’s the night-bus, I have to go
And the doors are closing and you were waving
And I like you, and I’ll never let it show
And you won’t wait and maybe I won’t mind
I work better on my own
And now I’m, well, a bit drunk
And I ask myself
[Chorus]
What if it’s not meant for me? [Intro]
I see the signs of a lifetime, you ’til I die
And I’m swiftly out, I wish goodbye
[Chorus]
What if it’s not meant for me?

Calvin Harris – Faking It (feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty)

Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you holding me? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better (‘lil boat) I’m thinking you need me baby (‘lil boat, ‘lil boat, ‘lil boat, ‘lil boat)
I’m not gonna act like I don’t love ya baby because deep in my mind, girl I know I do
Try to search after the water not well but I can’t find a girl that looks close like you
I had made millions of dollars, but I’m still alone ’til I come home back to you
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house and laughed out on your avenue
Oh you can’t front, you’re a stone cold diva
I had to get counselling from my mom, she’s a heartbreak teacher
Remember that time I put those pepperonis on your face made you a creature
Now I think ’bout you every single time I eat pizza
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Oh she killed that shit
She was killing it that was hard, bruh
Didn’t think she could get that high
But she killed that
Go Lani, go Lani Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Why you holding me? Pray to god, but I’m feeling like he’s going deaf
Now when I lean you and I got nothing left
Hey, I’ve been wanting to call you
Tell you that I’m sorry
Same old fucking story everybody sings
And I’m say I’m okay But I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay But I saw that you liked it
2 am and faded
I know that’s when you like it
I know that’s when you miss me
I know that’s when you’re crying
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Nowadays I’m just a bitch to everybody else (fuck you and you)
I don’t need no shoulders I’m good crying by myself (fuck you too)
Moving on to chokers, you know I still adore ya
Unrequited love is just a lover’s telling
And I’m say I’m okay but I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay but I saw that you liked it
2 am and faded
I know that’s when you like it
I know that’s when you miss me
I know that’s when you’re crying
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it?

Calvin Harris – Prayers Up (feat. Travis Scott & A-Trak)

Blessing blessing blessing blessing
Alright! Straight up! It’s lit! Yeah! Take a molly like a million
My lil’ girl like "What you doin’?"
I’m just tryna even tho my eyes
Sip and sip ’til I feel like a god
Yeah my cup overflowin’
Fucked up and you know it
I swear I feel like I’m floating
Feel like everybody knows it
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah
Everybody must know it
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah
Tell the world, yeah, I’m floatin’ (it’s lit!)
They ain’t think I’d ever go and flex like this
Never had plans of gettin’ less than this
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Bless up)
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Yeah!)
Smoking loud like to pour lean (pour lean)
Luxury wheels, that you know whip (know whip)
Mama said she wants me in the church (praise God)
Before the day they put me in a hearse (thank God)
But I just feel like God when I lick it (Straight up)
If only God can judge me, then I’m innocent (Straight up)
‘Cause everytime I’m adding up my dividends
At the same time I have my blessings up
Yeah I’m up yeah I’m up yeah
Everybody must know it
Yeah I’m up yeah I’m up yeah
Tell the world yeah I’m floatin’
They ain’t think I’d ever go and flex like this
Never had plans of getting less than this
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Bless up)
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Yeah!)
Straight up! Pour up! Alright!

Liam Gallagher – Chinatown

[Verse 1]
Well the cops are taking over
While everyone’s in yoga
‘Cause happiness is still a warm gun
What’s it to be free man? What’s a European? Me I just believe in the sun
[Chorus]
Take me down
Through the streets of Chinatown
Show me that you know some places
God told me
Live a life of luxury
All our lives we’ve both been waiting
[Verse 2]
Telephonic doses
Eliminate neurosis
And some say it’s the cause of it all
Concentrate on winning
Forget about beginning
Forget about the middle and end
[Chorus]
Take me down
Through the streets of Chinatown
Show me that you know some places
God told me
Live a life of luxury
All our lives we’ve both been waiting
[Chorus]
Take me down
Through the streets of Chinatown
Show me that you know some places
God told me
Live a life of luxury
All our lives we’ve both been waiting

Tyler The Creator – 911 – Mr. Lonely

Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
Woah, but that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done? [Chorus: Steve Lacy]
(Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me, oh)
911
(Call me)
911
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin’ on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk
Yeah, I got a sold out show
Crowd wild out but don’t matter ’cause you not front row
I’ve been lookin’ for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911
[Bridge: Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator]
Call me some time
Ring, ring, ring
Please bang my line, you know I’ll answer
Click
Call me some time
Ring, ring, ring
Please bang my line
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Syd]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
You should call me, oh
911
You should call me
911
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the ‘burbs, ‘burbs
With the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the night line
Work line
Dial 9

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don’t mean nothin’, nothin’
Nothin’, nothin’, without you shotgun in the passenger
I’m the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancin’ to throw ’em off
I’m gon’ run out of moves ’cause I can’t groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell ’em to call me at 911
[Part II: Mr. [Part I: 911]
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & Steve Lacy]
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me
Call me, how you doin’? Damn! Never had a pet
I’ve never had a pet
There’s more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I’ve never been good with bitches
‘Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that’s where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how I’m really doin’
So I never have to press that 911

[Outro]
Oh! Lonely]
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky & ScHoolboy Q]
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga… need to go and get some bitches or something
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Weird ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
I can’t even lie, I’ve been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That’s what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (that’s me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin’ lonely
Writin’ songs about these people
Who do not exist, he’s such a fuckin’ phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I’m not Chicago
Heart is low, it’s real low, it’s so low
You can’t lift me up, I’m like Gallardo
From the start it’s been real dark
It’s been so dark I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
I’m playin’ like Hasbro
I’m really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin’ ’bout cars (skrrt)
But what the fuck else do you want from me? Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number
You can reach me at, woo! That is the only thing keepin’ me company
Purchase some things until I’m annoyed
These items is fillin’ the void
Been fillin’ it for so long
I don’t even know if it’s shit I enjoy (oh)
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow? Damn! I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven’t found someone (who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
The loneliest of them all (me)
Cupid actin’ stupid
Do you got another number I could call?

Blac Youngsta – Birthday

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me put you on a shirt 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)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (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 (ho)
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy Rat Entertainment, 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 (ho)
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? (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? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? (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 [Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
[Chorus]
What you wanna die 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? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me put you on a shirt lil nigga? (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 wanna die about a verse lil nigga?

Jennifer Lopez – Ni Tú Ni Yo (feat. Gente De Zona)

[Verse 1: Jennifer Lopez]
Como en la vida, el amor es así
Nace de la nada y se convierte en todo
Nunca imaginé enamorarme así
No tenías previsto sentir amor
[Pre-Chorus: Jennifer Lopez]
El amor es así
Inspirador, cautivador
Conmovedor, provocador
Y a veces tentación
El amor es así
Controlador, es dictador
Emocionante, apasionante
Depredador
[Chorus: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ay, no hagamos caso a la gente
Ellos no saben lo que se siente
Cuando estamos juntos tú y yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Nos dimos cuenta de lo que hicimos
Y tu corazón es testigo
Dime qué fue lo que pasó
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo

[Verse 2: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Nada de lo que hagamos ahora es inmoral
Porque Cupido ya flechó
Si el amor es inmortal
Entonces la inmortalidad nos eligió
Tus labios son agua pura
Y mi mirada ya refleja el Kamasutra
Me gusta mi cama
Pero prefiero la tuya
[Pre-Chorus: Jennifer Lopez]
El amor es así
Inspirador, cautivador
Conmovedor, provocador
Y a veces tentación
El amor es así
Controlador, es dictador
Emocionante, apasionante
Depredador
[Chorus: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ay, no hagamos caso a la gente
Ellos no saben lo que se siente
Cuando estamos juntos tú y yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Nos dimos cuenta de lo que hicimos
Y tu corazón es testigo
Dime qué fue lo que pasó
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo

[Verse 3: Gente de Zona]
Que sea lo que Dios quiera
Yo quiero vivir contigo
Lo hacemos a tu manera
Porque a mi me da lo mismo
Que sea lo que Dios quiera
Yo quiero vivir contigo
Lo hacemos a tu manera
[Chorus: Both, Jennifer Lopez, Gente de Zona]
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ay, no hagamos caso a la gente
Ellos no saben lo que se siente
Cuando estamos juntos tú y yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Nos dimos cuenta de lo que hicimos
Y tu corazón es testigo
Dime qué fue lo que pasó
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
Tenemos el control
Ni tú, ni yo, ni tú, ni yo
[Outro: Gente de Zona]
Que sea lo que Dios quiera (Yo te lo dije)
Lo hacemos a tu manera ([?])
Que sea lo que Dios quiera (Lo mejor que suena ahora)
Lo hacemos a tu manera (Desde Cuba [?])

Rudimental – Sun Comes Up (feat. James Arthur)

[Verse 1]
I wonder, maybe they’d never find me
I’ve been waitin’ such a long, long, long time to feel it
Swallowed by the waters around me
Though I took so many wrong, wrong, wrong turns to see it, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more
[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again
[Verse 2]
It wasn’t easy tryin’ to run with these handcuffs
I had to sleep through such a cold, cold, cold night to see it
Green flashes hit me right where I’m standing
Sunlight cut into your bones, bones, bones, started to heal it
[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more
[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again
[Bridge]
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Give a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Turn your light on me
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little, to get a little love
Give a little light
To get a little love back
To get a little love back
[Pre-Chorus]
Dance through the blisters at night
I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
I’m alive, alive
I can’t hear words no more
[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love
Sun comes up again, my love
Until the sun comes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
I can feel my love, I can feel my love
[Outro]
Sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

Duke Dumont & Gorgon City – Real Life (feat. Naations)

[Intro]
Love you in real life
[Verse 1]
It means nothing
If you don’t know what you got
You make it feel like Sunday
And it keeps me holding up
And up
[Pre-Chorus]
These flashing lights
The temporary it’s not the end
The morning sun
Who lets an enter make, pretend
[Chorus]
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
[Post-Chorus]
Love you in real life
Love you in real life

[Verse 2]
Don’t lose your touch
I got farity
You and me babe
That’s how it’s gonna be
[Pre-Chorus]
These flashing lights
The temporary it’s not the end
The morning sun
Who lets an enter make, pretend
[Chorus]
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
[Post-Chorus]
Love you in real life
Love you in real life
[Bridge]
I just wanna love you
I just wanna love you in real life
I just wanna love you
I just wanna love you in real life

[Chorus]
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
I only wanna love you, in real life
Love you in real life
[Outro]
Love you in real life
Love you in real life
I really wanna love you
I really wanna love you

Jay-Z – The Story Of O.J.

Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it
[Verse 2]
Financial freedom my only hope
Fuck livin’ rich and dyin’ broke
I bought some artwork for 1 million
2 years later, that shit worth 2 million
Few years later, that shit worth 8 million
I can’t wait to give this shit to my children
Y’all think it’s bougie, I’m like, it’s fine
But I’m tryin’ to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y’all out here still takin’ advances, huh? Dumbo
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
[Interlude]
You wanna know what’s more important than throwin’ away money at a strip club? like, "I’m not black, I’m O.J." …okay
[Verse 1]
House nigga, don’t fuck with me
I’m a field nigga, go shine cutlery
Go play the quarters where the butlers be
I’mma play the corners where the hustlers be
I told him, "Please don’t die over the neighborhood
That your mama rentin’
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood
That’s how you rinse it"
I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginnin’
I coulda bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo
For like 2 million
That same building today is worth 25 million
Guess how I’m feelin’? Me and my niggas takin’ real chances, uh
Y’all on the ‘Gram holdin’ money to your ear
There’s a disconnect, we don’t call that money over here, yeah
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga [Intro: Nina Simone]
Skin is, skin, is
Skin black, my skin is black
My, black, my skin is yellow
[Chorus]
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
I like that second one
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
[Interlude]
O.J.