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Lute – Juggin’

[Verse 1]
I used to bump Royal T on the way to pops crib on the East
Glock .9 tucked ’cause ain’t no love in these streets
West side nigga like double Locs used to be
Unified nigga, that’s how it’s supposed to be
I am the keeper of my brother from other
Birthed from the struggle, same goals, just divided by the street codes
Streets cold, hope to heat up the soul
Reach for your goals like how you reach for the stars
I beat the odds like fuck the cards I was dealt
I’m just that nigga from the four that wanted more for himself
Went from big wheels to coupe to villas
From cap guns, now we shoot to live
Hope we survive ’cause tomorrow got to do it big
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
[Hook]
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

[Verse 2]
See, I remember days I felt like I ain’t exist
Specially with the thought of never minding a shit
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
Tuition like fuck your pride
What’s a dollar tomorrow, fuck, if you don’t make it out alive
Young nigga, I gotta thrive, but that’s my only option
Can’t post a picture of my daughter without that "when you dropping" comment
That reassures that when I drop, it’s poppin’
Pinky promise to my daughter like it ain’t no stoppin’
Old school cutting corners like a nigga cropped it
.45 in the dash, pray I never cock it
I tried to drink it away, but I confronted it scared
I’m scared, let off a Kendrick ad-lib (do-do-doo)
Bloodshed, hood wonder who them niggas with you
To keep it real, my circle small, could never trust too
Who be your people now? Never seen a flower grow from mud, but I’m ten toes to grown
Sometimes I feel like Will Smith when he play ‘7 Pounds’
Sacrifice myself to see some people smile
[Hook]
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

[Outro]
You see, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
See, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low) ‘Cause looking back, nobody was loyal enough to hold you down
Cut off some people that I love like who gon’ save me now?

Jay-Z – Dream. On

Are. Yeah
I’m from where dreamin’ ain’t allowed
‘Specially when you’re dreamin’ aloud
Enough to dream your self-esteem into clouds
It takes tears, sweat, blood, 5 CCs
‘Cause I know what a kid in apartment 5C see’d
Heaven knows, all I had was hella hope
Speed datin’ with destiny, I couldn’t tell her nope
When I first saw stars, television was my telescope
For me, somethin’ that could see me free was a bar
Threw diamonds in the sky that never came down, now that’s a star
My vision was big enough to get me out of the space
I wanted to pass how far I see
I wondered, could a kid from Mars see a kid from Marcy? For things that are seen are temperal
The most beautiful things are invisible
Roc Nation, indivisible
American dream team
Paper planes turned into the real thing
You are whatever you say you are
Turn any situation around
Who. God You?

Don Q – Protect Ya Patek (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that
[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah
[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now? And before we was sharing a plate? [Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity
[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders
[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

Halsey – Bad At Love

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

Netto Companny – A Sua Chance Já Lhe Dei lyrics

O quanto te pedi pra não me abandonar
Lembra? As noites que sozinho cê me fez passar
Lembra? Daquelas ligações que você recusou
Lembra? Lembra? De quantas vezes você me chamou de amor
Deixa eu te lembrar
Quem bate esquece quem apanha lembra
Por isso não finge que o tempo curou
Sei que se arrepende mas não adianta
Um vaso quebrado não tem mas valor
Você perdeu o meu amor e agora quer voltar
Mas tem que entender que já tem outra em seu lugar
A decisão foi sua e eu só aceitei
Então meu bem entende que sua chance já lhe dei
A sua chance eu já lhe dei

Blindwish – After Midnight lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Right now I’m laying in bed, reading your text,
Wondering what you’re gonna do next. Reminds me of those late nights
On the turnpike there with you. [Verse 1]
Tomorrow is your birthday,
I better get it right. Take a rest, we’re not broken. Take a rest, we’re not broken. Are you happier this way? [Outro]
Take a breath for a moment,
You’ve been holding on, holding on to yesterday. You turn crazy after midnight! You’ve been holding on, holding on, so don’t let go,
Cause we’re not dead just yet. Take a rest, we’re not broken. Out on the town, look at us now. You’ve been holding on, holding on, so don’t let go,
Cause we’re not dead just yet. [Chorus]
Take a breath for a moment,
You’ve been holding on, holding on to yesterday. Tonight it’s just a Wednesday,
And you’re trying to pick a fight. [Verse 2]
I found quarters in the ashtray
Of my friends beat up Subaru. You turn crazy after midnight! Should I throw my phone away? Stop counting all of my mistakes! You’ve been holding on, holding on, so don’t let go,
Cause we’re not dead just yet. Keeping me up, bringing me down. [Chorus]
Take a breath for a moment,
You’ve been holding on, holding on to yesterday. I know I’m to blame, don’t throw me away. You turn crazy after midnight! [Intro]
You turn crazy after midnight! [Bridge]
I’ll say sorry again if that’s what it takes
To make this all just go away. [Pre-Chorus]
Right now we’re playing roulette, stacking the deck,
Throwing the chips all on the red.

Troy Ave – CiCi (Album Of The Summer Album)

Cold man, my government name Roland
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
The simile in that? [Intro]
Shorty lethal, but I love it
When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it
[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch
[Verse 1]
(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana
Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo! I be shine’n all crazy
Bling, bling, bling
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink
I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck! [Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named Cici
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch
[Verse 2]
Trump say’n make America great again
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
Why? It don’t affect me
A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski
I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me
[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
When she down or her knees then she please me
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
That is my bitch
(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)
(Open wide bitch)
(That is my bitch)

Troy Ave – Pray 4 Me (feat. Touchdown Brown) (Album Of The Summer Album)

[Troy Ave Talking]
Turn it down, turn it down a little bit
Dope Boy Troy, word! (4x)

[Verse 2]
I don’t chase hoes, they be chasing me
I used to chase money, now it’s racing me
Runnig through this dough like a bakery
Niggas hate on me and do it faithfully
How many whips do this nigga got? Damn! We really switching rims like I never had ’em! [Chorus]
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word! I’ll do anything for my brothers even lay down
And I love my brothers and I’ll never let them down
But when we get it you know we lay them down
You know we killed the pussy and we never spared ’em! and how manny of me do I really got? How many cribs do this nigga got? [Touchdown Brown]
Damn! Supposed to drive everyday vrrroooommm
Throw a bass line in there too Troy
[Verse 1]
Age of 15 I jumped off the porch
8 years later jawn bought a porsche
A year before that went and bought a Benz
I’m fucking with these birds, fuck fake friends
Niggas got caught, but they didn’t tell
Derek held water and I wished him well
Through them coins it was fifty bands soap
A nigga seen that, he started doing above
Been through some shit and I’m still here
Stand up nigga even in a wheelchair
My best friend died and I went to jail
Niggas switched sides, hope they burn in hell
Everything I thought was the opposite
Funny homies hanging with the opposites
Niggas tried to kill me, I be shot and shit
Difference is, when I try I be dropping shit
[Chorus]
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word! (4x)

Trippie Red – I Know How To Self Destruct

[Intro]
Starting to lose control
Ah
Ay, lil bitch
I know your bitch
14, 14, baby
Ay
[Verse]
Said I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
Said I know, I know
Shawty wanna blow my dope
Sit back, baby, blow my pole
Stay focused, I’m tryna keep control
Ay, sit back and blow these Os
I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
Yeah, say you know I know
Know, I know, I know
Woah, said I know, I know
And I know
And you know
That your bitch with me right now
And I know
That you know
That your bitch with me right now
Yeah, I know, I know
Ay, I know, I know (I know)
Ay, said I know, I know (I know)
Ay, you know I know
Ay
I know
That you know
That your bitch with me right now, right now
Lights out, lay down
Back out, yeah

[Outro]
You, um, what
You, uh
(I love Trippie Redd)
Yeah, we gon’ put that "I love Trippie Redd"
Haha

Bhad Bhabie – These Heaux

[Chorus]
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Look these hoes be fake flossin’
Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww)
These hoes be fake ballin’
Tax money that she won’t last (bye)
These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe)
These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra
These hoes, they wake up, they beggin’
On the Gram, they be fake flexin’ (why you lyin’)
These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww)
They mattresses be on the floor (haha)
These hoes, they wake up they nasty
They runnin’ they mouth, they so petty (petty)
These hoes, they feed off attention (yup)
Zero time, that’s what I give ’em

[Chorus]
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
These hoes be lackin’, see me in the back
They talk all this shit, but don’t say it in person
Won’t catch me off guard on no boulevard
Four in my car, and my driver my guard
Water, water drippin’, come take a peak
You in trailer hoe, bitch you can’t compete
I’m riding solo don’t need no one but me
Run up a check, yeah we runnin’ the streets
Red cup? No it ain’t Kool-aid
Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah)
One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha)
Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow)
These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch)
I’m in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed
Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch)
Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low

[Chorus]
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Money green like Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Look
Mondo Fresh

E-40 – Straight Out The Dirt (feat. Yo Gotti & NBA Youngboy)

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
I ain’t got speak on what I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Z06 with the pipes
My young bitch from The Bay
Pussy good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do? I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
Biatch! I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt [Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 1: E-40]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A.

Charli XCX – Die 4 (World Album Album)

[Verse 1]
I always get it wrong
I leave the ones I love
There’s something in my brain
That pushes you away
I wish I could rewind
And live a moment twice
I threw it all away
But I still feel the same
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now
I need you to stay
I’m fallin’ down, I’m fallin’ down
I’m broken and bent
Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now
I promise I’ll change, I’ll do anything
Don’t throw me away
[Chorus]
People come and people pass by
Like the seasons, life will always change
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for
Photographs turn old and dusty
Roses rot, but memories never fade
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for

[Verse 2]
I think about your heart
And how I broke it up
I always will regret
The secrets that I kept
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now
I need you to stay
I’m fallin’ down, I’m fallin’ down
I’m broken and bent
Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now
I promise I’ll change, I’ll do anything
Don’t throw me away
[Chorus]
People come and people pass by
Like the seasons, life will always change
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for
Photographs turn old and dusty
Roses rot, but memories never fade
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for
[Bridge]
Ahh-ahh-ohh-ohh
Ahh-ahh-ohh-ohh
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for
Ahh-ahh-ohh-ohh
Ahh-ahh-ohh-ohh
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for

[Outro]
People come and people pass by
Like the seasons, life will always change
You are the one that I die for
You are the one that I die for

Charli XCX – Can You Hear Me (World Album Album)

I’ve just got to tell you
[Chorus]
I can’t get you out of my head
I just want you here in my bed
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, uh
Baby, I will never regret
Those three, little words that I said
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Oh-oh-whoa, oh-whoa
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh
Oh-oh-whoa, oh-whoa
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh

(Oh-oh-whoa, oh-whoa)
I can’t get you out of my head
I just want you here in my bed
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh
(Oh-oh-whoa, oh-whoa)
Baby, I will never regret
Those three, little words that I said
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh [Verse 1]
Don’t you know that you’re the one I want
Can’t you understand the way I feel
I feel electric rushes in my blood
Come on, it’s plain for all the world to see
That you and me, we could be so picture perfect
You’re the only one I want
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been
Dreamin’ of it
Ridin’ in your car
Into the sunset
[Chorus]
I can’t get you out of my head
I just want you here in my bed
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh
Baby, I will never regret
Those three, little words that I said
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh
Ahh, ooh
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh

[Verse 2]
You look at me like I’m one of your friends
We always say goodnight as soon as the party’s over
Wish it didn’t have to end (ever)
I’m really sorry, but I told the truth
Was it too much for you to handle
Wish that I could hide it, but I can’t pretend (no more)
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been
Dreamin’ of it
Ridin’ in your car
Into the sunset
[Chorus]
I can’t get you out of my head
I just want you here in my bed
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh
Baby, I will never regret
Those three, little words that I said
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh
Ahh, ooh
‘Cause I really need you near me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me, ahh

[Bridge: Spoken]
I’m lying in my bed
And I can’t get you off my mind
Can you hear me?

Charli XCX – Bounce (Solo Version) (World Album Album)

[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)

[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna bounce so high
Hit the sky
Charli pon way pon
Pon way way
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

Charli XCX – Bounce (feat. Kyary Pamyu Pamyu) (World Album Album)

[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the club
(Bounce)
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in the sauna
(Bounce)
If you’re in the gym
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)

If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
If you’re in London
(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in Beijing
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)

[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
Gonna bounce so high
Hit the sky
Charli pon way pon
Pon way way
Gonna be alright
One more time
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

Tender – Erode (Modern Addiction Album)

[Verse 1]
Tell me how it is
We’re one step closer
We’re moving slower
On the right tracks
[Verse 2]
Tell me how it is
We’re moving forward
We’ve been so tortured
By all of this
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh like an island, we’re surrounded by a deep blue sea
You’re the waves that push and pull against me
You wash me away, bit by bit
I will slowly erode ’til there’s nothing left
[Chorus]
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
If you love me right back, I could be anything
It’s like this and like that
I think I’m starting to crack
Then you’ll leave and come back
The odds are starting to stack
Against me
Against me

[Verse 3]
You can sink alone
By deep
But you
But you pull on my soul
No, you won’t let go
You let me know
I’m apart of everything you do
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh like an island, we’re surrounded by a deep blue sea
You’re the waves that push and pull against me
You wash me away, bit by bit
I will slowly erode ’til there’s nothing left
[Chorus]
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
If you love me right back, I could be anything
It’s like this and like that
I think I’m starting to crack
Then you’ll leave and come back
The odds are starting to stack
Against me
Against me
Yeah

[Outro]
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
If you love me right back, I could be anything
It’s like this and like that
I think I’m starting to crack
Then you’ll leave and come back
The odds are starting to stack
Against me
Against me

Troy Ave – Chuck Norris (Hoes & Gangstas) (Album Of The Summer Album)

Unofficial niggas always hate on the official
I ain’t that kind when I blow it, ain’t a whistle
I am that kind that stand over you with pistols
It is what it is and I feel no remorse
Been married to the game and we still ain’t divorced
Harry with the cane, got the powder, get the cost
Doing Business, doing fitness, so I floss, of course

[Hook]
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
The type that don’t take care of they children
I never, ever let a nigga play me
If you get caught, don’t say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you [Hook]
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
The type that don’t take care of they children
I never, ever let a nigga play me
If you get caught, don’t say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
[Verse 1]
I’m out here just to flourish
Kicking that shit like Chuck Norris
Saint Laurent, stand firm though
Close your motherfucking mouth, you can learn hoe
Real ones know to be quiet
I’m getting money, you should try it
Eating off a digi-scale, fish diet
I don’t do drugs, let the bitches try it
She get high on the fucking low
She get bi so I fuck ’em both
Now they kissing in the strip club
A few dollars make ’em do the most
[Hook]
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
The type that don’t take care of they children
I never, ever let a nigga play me
If you get caught, don’t say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you

[Verse 2]
Fake niggas stop acting like you know me
We ain’t cool, we ain’t friends, we ain’t homies
Yousa Kit Kat, gimme a break
I’m head to toe in Versace but don’t fuck with snakes
Medusa, all this Medusa
I’m a pretty fly nigga that’ll shoot ya
Catch a bitch eyeing niggas, then manuver
Getting head in the Benz, it’s super
[Hook]
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
[Verse 3]
In the streets with the top off
Giving niggas every chance just to pop off
They frauds, they knock offs
They are Charmin, they are Scott soft
Tissue, what’s really the issue?

Troy Ave – On My Birthday (Album Of The Summer Album)

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?

Troy Ave – Smooth Criminal (Album Of The Summer Album)

(there’s a sign in the window)
I don’t know! So, Annie, are you OK? (Annie, are you OK?)
(will you tell us that you’re OK)
(there’s a sign in the window)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)

(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
Annie, are you OK? Are you OK Annie? So, Annie, are you OK? Annie, are you OK? (Annie, are you OK?)
(will you tell us that you’re OK)
(there’s a sign in the window)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
(Annie, are you OK?)
(so, Annie, are you OK?)
(are you OK Annie?)
(you’ve been hit by)
(you’ve been struck by
A smooth criminal)
OK, I want everybody to clear the area right now! (will you tell us, that you’re OK)
Dang gone it, baby! (you were struck down)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
Aaow! (you were struck down)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
(Annie, are you OK?)
Dang gone it, baby! So, Annie, are you OK? (then you ran into the bedroom)
I don’t know! Annie, are you OK? (Annie, are you OK?)
I don’t know! (there’s a sign in the window)
Dang gone it, baby! (then you ran into the bedroom)
Dang gone it! So, Annie, are you OK? Are you OK Annie? Are you OK, Annie? So, Annie, are you OK? (that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
I don’t know! As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom
Annie, are you OK? Annie, are you OK? Are you OK Annie? So, Annie, are you OK? (will you tell us, that you’re OK)
I don’t know! (that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Are you OK, Annie? So, Annie, are you OK? Aaow! Are you OK Annie? So, Annie, are you OK? Are you OK Annie? hoo! (he came into your apartment)
I don’t know! (he came into your apartment)
Dang gone it! (left bloodstains on the carpet)
Hoo! hoo! Annie, are you OK? Are you OK, Annie? Are you OK Annie? So, Annie, are you OK,? Annie, are you OK? Annie, are you OK? (left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don’t know why baby! So, Annie, are you OK? You’ve been hit by
You’ve been hit by
A smooth criminal
So they came into the outway
It was Sunday, what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats intimidations
Annie, are you OK? Are you OK Annie? Annie, are you OK? Are you OK, Annie? So, Annie, are you OK? Annie, are you OK? hoo!

Troy Ave – She Belongs To The Game (Album Of The Summer Album)

Ey nigga what you frontin’ for? Ey nigga what you frontin’ for? Ey nigga what you frontin’ for? [Intro: Troy Ave]
But I love her though! She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
[Outro]
So sad, so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad, so sad This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Hook: Troy Ave]
That chick ain’t yours
You mighta fucked that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin’ for? She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
A crack star turned rap star
I’m that punk
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Did it for protection
I did it with affection
Hit it with that good ol’ long hard erection
Shawty ask ‘Why you such a motherfukin’ playa?’
Imma text you the answer
I’m gone baby, later
Out yo door to get bread
When you come home there’s no food still you fed
Up get it, up live it
Readin’ books like a sucker
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
You reach for the booty and she tell you don’t touch her
You put the pillow on your face and yell ‘Oh brother’
She don’t like flowers or movie dates
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
One shot empty it out she lovin’ the taste
That’s the shit to put a smile on her face

[Hook: Troy Ave]
That chick ain’t yours
You mighta fucked that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin’ for? She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
Thought you had a wife huh
Busy trickin’ tryna change that whole life huh
But that don’t stop her from creepin’ every night huh
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn’t right bruh
How could you wife her
Hov done had her
Ab done had her
We all hit it player you ain’t the only batter
Yeah you her man but you don’t even matter
If you knew the shit we did you’d probly stab her
Then turn around and take her back anyway
Knowin’ we could have that bitch any way
Misisionary, doggy style, any day
Don’t worry, crack a smile, you’ll be OK! She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
I don’t be cuffin’ these hoes
I just be bustin these hoes
I be finessin’ for dough
That’s just the way that it go
Too real nigga in the feel nigga
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
Drop top boy I ain’t tryna save money
It’s a damn shame that you tryna save honey
She just wanna roam
Give a nigga dome
Without an insecure nigga blowin’ up her phone
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
Got her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin’
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
She ain’t under arrest, let the girl free
Let her come out and fuck with a real g
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin’ dirty in the shower

[Hook: Troy Ave]
That chick ain’t yours
You mighta fucked that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin’ for? So sad, so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Hook: Troy Ave]
That chick ain’t yours
You mighta fucked that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin’ for? Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?