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All The Luck In The World – Your Fires lyrics

You’ve got your head and your heart mixed up
There’s nothing I could say
There’s nothing I could do
To prove you wrong

You’ve got your head and your heart mixed up
And I think that I knew
And I think that I’ve known
All along

But you knew we had it coming
You knew we had it coming
You knew we had it coming

You knew we had it coming
You knew we did

It’s hard to tell them what we know
You said you’d stay if I would go
So I”ll go
So I’ll go

And I said I’d never let you down
But you said you won’t fuck me around
But we know
But we know

That I’m an eight and you’re a ten
And I guess it’s fate had me winning
Or at least it did
At the beginning

It”s time to tell them what we know
You said you’d stay if I would go
So I’ll go
So I’ll go

And I said that I’d stay up all night
But you got drunk and I got tired
So can we just put out these fires
Oh can we just put out these fires

Said that I’d stay up all night
But you got drunk and I got tired
So can we just put out these fires
Can we just put out these fires

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow

I said that I’d stay up all night
But you got drunk and I got tired
So can we just put out these fires
Oh can we just put out these fires

I said that I’d stay up all night
But you got drunk and I got tired
So can we just put out these fires
Can we just put out these fires

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow

I said that I’d stay up all night
But you got drunk and so I lied
When you’re drunk you just pick fights
And I’d say yeah I know you’re right
Because I know he cut you deep
And so I’d watch you fall asleep
And hope that you might dream of me
I’d hope that you might dream of me

And not him
But not him
But not him

Paquita La Del Barrio – Rata De Dos Patas lyrics

Rata inutil
Animal rastrero,
Escoria de la vida,
Adefesio mal hecho.

Infrahumano,
Espectro del infierno,
Maldita sabandija,
Cuanto dano me has hecho.

Alimaсa,
Culebra ponzoсosa,
Desecho de la vida,
Te odio y te desprecio.

Rata de dos patas,
Te estoy hablando a ti;
Porque un bicho rastrero,
Aъn siendo el mбs maldito,
Comparado contigo
Se queda muy chiquito.

Maldita sanguijuela,
Maldita cucaracha,
Que infectas donde picas,
Que hieres y que matas.

Alimaсa,
Culebra ponzoñosa,
Desecho de la vida,
Te odio y te desprecio.

Rata de dos patas,
Te estoy hablando a ti;
Porque un bicho rastrero,
Aъn siendo el mбs maldito,
Comparado contigo
Se queda muy chiquito.

(ЇMe estбs oyendo, inъtil?)
(ЎHiena del infierno!)
(ЎCuбnto te odio y te desprecio!)

Maldita sanguijuela,
Maldita cucaracha,
Que infectas donde picas,
Que hieres y que matas.

Alimaсa,
Culebra ponzoñosa,
Desecho de la vida,
Te odio y te desprecio.

Rata de dos patas,
Te estoy hablando a ti;
Porque un bicho rastrero,
Aъn siendo el mбs maldito,
Comparado contigo
Se queda muy chiquito.

Ai plecat, adio – Iuliano feat. Boo versuri

Versuri Iuliano – Ai plecat, adio

Ai aparut in viata mea,cand nu ma asteptam
Si eu ca prostu am crezut ca erai ce meritam
Nu mi-am dat seama cine erai tu cu adevarat
Pana nu ai fugit si m-ai dat totul peste cap
De ce ai plecat ce tea determinat
Aveai totul langa mine, ma consideram barbat
Aveai totul, nu iti lipsea nimic
Si eu nu pot intelege cu ce am gresit
Probabil aveai nevoie de ceva mai mult
Nu te-ai multumit cu ce aveai, eu nu sunt avut
DAR, tiam pus totul la picioare, credeam ca meritai
Pitico, vedeai lumea de la inaltime, asa visai
Spune tu ca nu, spune acum daca mint
Ca in noptile cu mine iti placea sa te alint
Dupa un cui, un vin si alte alea
Urma ceva frumos, dar acum valea.

Credeai ca daca pleci, voi ramane singur
Uite, ai plecat, sunt mai bine, si te-asigur
Nu am nevoie de tine, intre noi sa terminat
Ai fost falsa cu mine, m-ai inselat (B*TCH).

Stiu ca iti place distractia si noptile albe
In cluburi de fite, langa toate celalalte
Zimi cine a pierdut, cine a castigat
Cand tu ca o tarfa ai plecat te-ai ruinat
Fara sa realizezi in ce te-ai bagat
Ia-ti adio de la vise le-ai destramat
Cu iarba si cu coca sa stii nu faci multe
Pe viitor nu o sa mai fie cine sa te ajute
Tu pui botu ,rupi totu,cu iarba si cortu
Dar ai pierdut totul ,norocu ,jackpotu
Asta ti jocu,nu stii sa dai totu’
Cu focu cu coca si,boo nu e prostul
Pe care-l stiai, pe care-l minteai
Versuri-lyrics.info
Mars ca tu pentru parai
Sti sa faci multe, vrute nevrute
Zimi acum cine dracu te fute
Stai asa unde e distractia
Ai plecat in romania cand tiera mai bine in anglia
Ca atunci pentru tine, nimic n-am insemnat
Dar din povestea asta, eu n-am iesit sifonattt.
Versuri Iuliano
Video adio

Rece – Krissa feat. OneLove versuri

Versuri Krissa – Rece

Visele tale cad printre stele
De cand ma urmaresti
Noptile-s goale, frigul nu trece
Tu inca ma iubesti
In urma mea, trecutul vrea
Sa reaprinda dragostea
Eu te ascund intr-un sarut
Pastrat in sufletul meu mut.(rece)

De cand mi-am lasat inima altcuiva
As vrea sa fie asa dar ea inca bate pentru a ta
De cand mi-am lasat inima altcuiva
As vrea sa fie asa dar ea inca bate pentru a ta..

E o senzatie de rece
Mi-e frig si nu-mi trece
Nu stiu ce se petrece
Cum de-am lasat-o sa plece
E clar, sunt vinovat
Ti-am intors spatele si am plecat
De-acum stiu, sunt condamnat
Nu tu m-ai lasat pe mine
Ci eu te-am abandonat
Acum ce sa mai zic..
Versuri-lyrics.info
Vrei sa zic c-am gresit.. o fac
Am gresit c-am plecat
Insa nu te-am uitat
Poate tu m-ai iertat.. eu n-o fac
Tic-tac.. am aflat imediat
Ca timpul are o lege
Nu-i ceva complicat insa e adevarat
Ce-i trecut, nu mai trece.

De cand mi-am lasat inima altcuiva
As vrea sa fie asa dar ea inca bate pentru a ta
De cand mi-am lasat inima altcuiva
As vrea sa fie asa dar ea inca bate pentru a taaa.
Versuri Krissa
Video Krissa

I can cast a spell – Redondo lyrics

Lyrics Redondo – I can cast a spell

I can cast a spell
Anytime you feel danger. (x8)
Redondo lyrics
Video spell

Slide – Calvin Harris feat. Migos & Frank Ocean lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Slide

She swallowed the bottle while I sit back and smoke gelato
Walk in my mansion 20 thousand, paintin’ Picasso
B*tches be dippin’, dabbin’ with niggas like a nacho
Took off her panties, diamonds dancin’ like Rick Ricardo
She…(slide)

Do you slideee on all your lies like this?
Do you try all of your nights like this?
(I might…)

Calvin Harris just anounced a new song called Slide.
This new song is a featuring with Frank Ocean and Migos.
Calvin Harris has been teasing the new song on his Snapchat.
And today shared some details on twitter about the new songgg.
Calvin Harris lyrics
Video Calvin Harris

Na onda do beat – Mc Jerry letra

Letra Mc Jerry – Na onda do beat

Na festinha é assim
Nunca tô de bobeira
O clima tá gostoso
Só tem mulher solteira
O pique é esse
Cola pra cá neném
Esse é seu momento
Sei que você faz também.(na onda do beat)

Na onda do beaaat
Vai se acabar
Se acabar
Se acabar.

Na onda do beeeat
Vai se acabar
Se acabar
Se acabar.

Que pique é esse
Velocidade cinco
O coração batendo
No movimento que fez
É de matar versuri-lyrics.info
O rebolado dessa mina
A melhor que tá tendo
Se der brecha eu vou pra cima.

Na onda do beeeat
Vai se acabar
Se acabarrr.
Mc Jerry letras
Video beat

Silence – They. lyrics

Lyrics They. – Silence

Baby we be looking for the silence
You know what it is, you know the way it goes
This is what it feels like to be honest
Don’t act like you ain’t never been here before
We don’t give a fuck about the milage
We ain’t really here cause we just come and go
This is what it feels like to be honest
You how it is, you know the way it goes.

Hey D isn’t it twisted how we just sitting here puffing all day,
hey D isn’t it twisted that we be missing more than our ..

We lying, we floating,is all .. the silenceee
We living, we learn from, we long from the silenceee. (x2)

You been tired of the sirens
I been runing from the lights
Versuri-lyrics.info
You been searching for the silence just to light it up tonight.

Hey D isn’t it twisted how we just sitting here puffing all day,
hey D isn’t it twisted that we be missing more than our ..

We lying, we floating,is all .. the silenceee
We living, we learn from, we long from the silenceee. (x2)
They. lyrics
Video They.

DJ Esco – My Peak Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Super

[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of [?]
I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA
I don’t wanna hear about no masters
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster
They gon’ [?] the cuban when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ when I pass away
I just got a text that say keep goin’
I just got a check that say keep goin’
[?], [?]
Everything [?], phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
I’mma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make them nations deal us reparations
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon
I be doing shit they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be [?]

[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of [?]
I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
[As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
[As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no

Future – Super Trapper

[Intro]
The top come out the Lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper

[Chorus]
I came up from out the ‘partments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches, but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew? boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, fuck these snitches I ain’t scared, bruh
Cold and shiesty, put some prices on your head
I’m a product of da young nigga with dreads, yuh
Yeah my left wrist cost a bird, I’m a Tropicana serve
Shorty unsure
Hope we don’t do no sherm
Came from out the Kirk
Made myself a Don
I gotta do payroll
My check on Jose Canseco
First class Saint Tropez hoe
You do whatever I say so

[Bridge]
The top come out the Lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, hey, that’s Mercedes

[Chorus]
I came up from out the ‘partments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches, but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew? boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche ’cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 2]
All these foreigns got me lookin’ inconsiderate
All these ‘xotic bitches got me like a racist
I just throw that in the safe and then count it
My tennis bracelets lookin’ like a water fountain
I got Benjamins, they taller than a mountain
I was pushing dope and then hired an accountant
Lamborghini, I say Lamb when I pronounce it
The doors go lift up in the air and they so spacious

[Chorus]
I came up from out the ‘partments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche ’cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches, but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew? boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche ’cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 3]
I’ll raise ya ’bout that fettuccine then some
Told her meet me at the boat I’m in its mad simple
I still will push the line nigga Julius Peppers
Keep money on my mind, got a bad temper
Paid cash, it’s very hard for me to do rentals
I can’t hate ya, cause I faked it ’til I made it too
Sober lady you betrayed and got deflated
I’m trying pick, this young bitch gon’ be my lady
I got bitches, different flavor, this one Cajun
I’ma pimp her, and her sister?, I’m her favorite
Keep it cordial with these niggas cause they traders
I’m on molly and its pink like it’s Ms. Piggy

[Bridge]
The top come out the Lamb ’cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert, I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, hey that’s Mercedes
The top come out the Lamb ’cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest

Alex Aiono – Work The Middle

[Verse 1]
Come and meet me with the lights low
Where it’s just me and you
Girl take me to the nice show
Give me a front row with you
Baby don’t say no, no, no, no
You know what I wanna do, yeah
I could be your maestro and never play you for a fool

[Pre-Hook]
Oooh, yeah I’m three seconds from way too gone I know
And I’m two seconds from blowing up your phone
You’re the one I wanna see when I get home
Don’t leave me alone

[Hook]
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little…

[Background]
Oh, I, Oh, I
Oh, I, Oh, I

[Verse 2]
I didn’t leave a photo
I keep my eyes close to you
Don’t keep me waiting solo
I already ditched the crew
Baby don’t say no, no, no, no
You know what I wanna do, wanna do for you, wanna do for you, yeah

[Pre-Hook]
Oooh, yeah I’m three seconds from way too gone I know
And I’m two seconds from blowing up your phone
You’re the one I wanna see when I get home
Don’t leave me alone

[Hook]
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little…

[Background]
Oh, I, Oh, I
Oh, I, Oh, I

Come and meet me yeah, whooa

[Hook]
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little… hey!

[Outro]
Now it’s just me and you girl
Oh, I, Oh, I
Oh, I, Oh, I
It’s just me and you girl

Sylvan LaCue – Best Me

[Intro]
Apologies in advance jealousy ensues but I choose to understand

[Verse 1: Sylvan LaCue]
I sip slow think slower. Cause people love to judge, when they barely even know ya
I’mma say that again, I sip slow think slower. Because people love to judge, even when they barely even know ya
When I was 7 used to rock soldiers
Hotboys had it poppa from the Nolia
I needa project chick from tha corner, cousin had a friend she was like 10
Even then I used to buy her blow pops from the corner
Valintine cards, milk money by tha quarter
Fast forward, now it’s dumb girls Henny by the 5th. 20 pump 6 condoms and recorders
Fucking outta spite kinda sorta, got engaged now I’m thinkin bout a daughter
Spend a lotta time even tho I can’t afford her, please keep it coming with the brown water
Please (oooh) back when I had plans of being HOV , wanted floor change for the quarter-waters
When I was naive to these things, I really wanna follow what my heart shares
Money ain’t a thing, till it’s not there
And bitches ain’t shit till you need a queen, and niggas all the same till you meet a king
You know whatchu need when you dead broke
You know what you want when you see the dreams

[Hook]
All I wanna do is be the best me (x3)
All I wanna do is be the best me, best me possibly

[Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue]
Upset drunk on a late night, 2 shots out from a drake life
Nigga I remember those days when I used to bump, Day ‘N’ Nite
Scott said I was on my own, since then I been on my own
Nah nigga (x2)
I ain’t neva had a mothafuckin handout, a bunch of mistakes in my past now I’m tryna stick to a plan route
But that’s life my nigga, sometimes shit just don’t pan out
Lately I’ve been tryna bite my tongue, dawg I’ve been in a fight so long, so long, so long, so long, so long. Wit Myself
Mirror, mirror on the wall why is it always an act to attack on myself ?
I could use a little slack, for the wealth
But I’m too afraid to ask for the help
Still attached to the past, and it’s felt like way too strong I don’t ever wanna wait to long
But I know if I hold on, know you’ve grown, go and getcho dough baby
Hold on know you wrong, just don’t lose your soul baby
Hold on don’t you know, love won’t ever fall baby
Killing my, killing my, killing myself bet I could use some sound maybe

[Hook]
All I wanna do is be the best me (x3)
All I wanna do is be the best me, best me possibly

[Verse 3: Sylvan LaCue]
Step up in this bitch like, (woo!) look at what the cat dragged in
Used to call my crushes on my mommas house phone, 13 and youngin thought I had it mapped back then
I’mma be rich as fuck, lemme bring tha racks back in
Had to keep me motivated in a city full of traitors, drug dealers, blood killers
Keep it old fashioned, (two choices) I’ma be my own captain
Robert Frost Theory, nigga never had siri
Thank God for the vision, that was brought back then
No new phone, I’m just done with all the acts my friend
You ain’t adding to my life, then you subtractin
You ain’t gotta hit my jack or put the buzz back in
Nigga hold the phone, caught up in the late night
Can’t stay for the day ma, had to catch a red eye have a safe flight
20/20 tunnel vision through the hate my, intuition got me feeling like Draymond
Circumstances I been trippin over fakeness
No patience, but I think I think to much (still)
I think I lack confidence (still)
I think I want prominence, dominince good logic & common sense
But that starts with me

[Hook]
All I wanna do is be the best me (x3)
All I wanna do is be the best me, best me possibly

Katy Perry – Chained To The Rhythm (feat. Skip Marley)

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
Are we crazy?
Living our lives through a lens
Trapped in our white-picket fence
Like ornaments
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble
Aren’t you lonely
Up there in utopia
Where nothing will ever be enough?
Happily numb
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
Aha, look so good
So put your rose-colored glasses on
And party on

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Are we tone deaf?
Keep sweeping it under the mat
Thought we can do better than that
I hope we can
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we can’t see the trouble, the trouble

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
Aha, look so good (so good)
So put your rose-colored glasses on
And party on

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

[Bridge: Skip Marley]
It is my desire
Break down the walls to connect, inspire
Ay, up in your high place, liars
Time is ticking for the empire
The truth they feed is feeble
As so many times before
They greed over the people
They stumbling and fumbling
And we’re about to riot
They woke up, they woke up the lions
(Woo!)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

[Outro: Katy Perry]
Turn it up
Turn it up
It goes on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on
‘Cause we’re all chained to the rhythm

Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Whoop that ass
Gucci
Aw yeah, yeah
Wop
Mmm
It’s Gucci, burr, burr
Dodge

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just want you to fuck me like you need me
Text me when you leave me
Bein’ with him hard as hell
But bein’ with me is easy
Breezy, freaky
Get excited when you see me
Touch me, tease me
Get mad when you can’t reach me
Gucci Mane and Tasha
And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
Tasha, you so sexy, fly
You out like every weekend
I’m diggin’, she reachin’
I’m climbin’, she peekin’
I expect grown folks to hate on us
Girl, everybody’s peepin’
I’m not so gangsta that I can say
I love the way she slingin’
Gucci Mane a money man
Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
I will show you like 200 thou
And that’s just on one pinkie
Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
And I’m not even drinkin’

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you makin’ all the flips
We takin’ shoppin’ trips
Coppin’ drops and shit
Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
Relockin’ this
Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
What that I like
Just here without you and I knew it
It feel like a knife
Just the type I like
And you so fine, you make it my mind
Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
This that I gotta have it, your one and only
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Wop
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Gucci
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
I want your love
I want your love

Migos – Bad And Boujee (On The Ellen Show) (Live)

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (You)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the hoe walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin’
I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Meek Mill – Check

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Counting all this money with my brothers
I’ve been counting all this money with my brothers
And I’mma get money motherfucker

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Rari’s nigga do we have a problem
They say we ain’t bout it wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
Fucking up them 36’s with 30 bitches
No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer
I feel like Richard
[?]
Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga
I only shop if its in blood nigga
And hold that chopper like its a grudge nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow
I do what I want to I go places that you can’t go
Leaning in my motherfucking Phantom like a [?]
I fuck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You fuck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect
Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin’ like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that fuck that check up in the club
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga
I’m talking young niggas, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga
This the hit they love nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

Lil Durk – Better

[Hook]
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don’t need to fuck
Niggas wasn’t in the field with us
Niggas really wasn’t seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin’
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better

[Verse 1]
How you gon’ switch for that cheddar?
I’m on Givenchy the leather
How you gon’ hold a vendetta?
Just like I hold my beretta
The money and the fame it don’t matter
Me and my brothers got better
Niggas out here playin’ checkers
Never let a nigga check us
Drill the opps that’s what the hittas do
Fuck a bitch let her switcharoo
Cop a coupe, I’mma cop a coupe
Ride me I’mma pity you
You not my homie, these niggas fake they phony
I gotta get this money, Neiman it’s on me
Can’t let a nigga harm me, this .50 on me I’ll reach
Gucci flip flops and palm trees, show the world who to see
So get yo’ shit straight bitch ’cause I’m on one
Surrounded by the millionaires and I’ve become one
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook]
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don’t need to fuck
Niggas wasn’t in the field with us
Niggas really wasn’t seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin’
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better

[Verse 2]
I’d done seen a lot niggas change
I’d done felt a lot niggas pain
On the block, Glock in my name
Birdman respek my name
Pussy nigga respect my name
You ain’t gang boy change yo’ name
Sneak dissin’ gon’ get you flamed
Nah for real gon’ get you hit
Niggas switchin’ up for a bitch
Niggas switchin’ up for a name
High as fuck and I’m in yo’ shit
Why you tweakin’ boy you ain’t the shit
I can’t believe I believed in you
1500 for these (?) shoes
Knowin’ the streets niggas needed you
50 shots and leave with you
Shawty nothin’ but my mud butter
Them niggas a muthafucker
I was with ’em in the mud puddle
Them the trenches, yea them the trenches
Yeah the trenches got love for me
Told the boys I’m 100
And I lost a lot blood from it
(Yeah)

[Hook]
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don’t need to fuck
Niggas wasn’t in the field with us
Niggas really wasn’t seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin’
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better

Kygo – It Ain’t Me (feat. Selena Gomez)

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere’s high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
No, I don’t wanna know
Where you been or where you’re goin’
But I know I won’t be home
And you’ll be on your own

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you
When the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home
When you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?

[Drop: Selena Gomez & Kygo]
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
I had a dream
We were back to seventeen
Summer nights and the liberties
Never growing up
I’ll take with me
The polaroids and the memories
But you know I’m gonna leave
Behind the worst of us

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you
When the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home
When you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?

[Drop: Selena Gomez & Kygo]
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)

K.A.R.D – Don’t Recall

떨어져 줄래 저리 가줄래
짜증나니까 불결하니까
치워 내 몸에 손대지 마
이제 난 너를 몰라
너 역시도 모른척해 날
다 안다는 눈빛 더러운 느낌
느끼고 싶지 않아

날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
더는 내게서 멀어지지 마
I gave you all my love love
All of my love love
절대 보내고 싶지 않아

[소/지] 날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
[소/지] 더는 내게로 다가오지 마
[소/지] You need to let it go go
[소/지] Leave me alone lone
절대 돌리고 싶지 않아

좋았던 순간도 기억이 안 나 원망만
남아 날 괴롭혀 수없이
내일이 없을 것만 같아
설렜던 순간도 No No No No No
[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

피부로 맞닿은 고독의 촉감
싸늘한 그 체감 그간의 무책임을
탓함에 잇따른 죄책감
마치 데칼 uh 코마니 되받지 내 죗값
희석시켜왔던 지난 잘못들의 대가
엉켜버린 실타래 매듭짓기엔 허탈해
빛바랜 추억 속에 살아가는 건 비참해
I hope that (I hope that)
네게 닿길 바래 내 독백
쇼맨십 아닌 내 고백

[소/지] 날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
[소/지] 더는 내게로 다가오지 마
[소/지] You need to let it go go
[소/지] Leave me alone lone
[소/지] 절대 돌리고 싶지 않아

날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
더는 내게서 멀어지지 마
I gave you all my love love
All of my love love
절대 보내고 싶지 않아

좋았던 순간도 기억이 안 나 원망만
남아 날 괴롭혀 수없이
내일이 없을 것만 같아
설렜던 순간도 No No No No No
[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

진심이 아닌 걸
I know know know know know know
[소/지] (I don’t recall)
아니라고 말해줘
Baby I can’t let you go
[소/지] (이제 그만 날 놔줘)
절대 못 보내 널 No No No
[소/지] (No No No No)
[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

J.I.D – Never

[Hook]
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that shit, give me everything nigga, give me everything nigga
(again)
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Bezel on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that, give me everything nigga, give me everything nigga, give me everything

[Verse 1]
Never had a real dollar to my name bruh
Shit been lame bruh
I ain’t even in this shit for the fame bruh, it’s the pain bruh
Most of the niggas I came up (with), haven’t came up
And doing the same stuff, but I haven’t came up
This really ain’t nothing, niggas thinking they fucking with JID
Ya’ll got the game fucked (up)
Tremendously, can’t fuck with the mind of a mental fiend who dig deep in the depths when he into deep
I crept on the steps where the demons leap
And yell well show the Lord what He means to me
Oh my God, don’t be mean to me
We arrived with a bean or three
And it’s not what it seems to be
I can die, I can fly, I can try very easily
I’ma guy need a giant, she a vibrant thing, I probably won’t buy it
Bird bitch take flight, no pilot
Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias
Back up, back up, chick bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the window pane and in the rain and in the thing, but in the way
If I say this is what it is forget the lip
Now what’s my point, now I forget
Got me fucking up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit
Getting to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit with Glocks and shit and poppin’, pimpin’, trapping, and sipping lean
Ya’ll niggas fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin, you a pin king (Kingpin, you a pin king)
Bye, bye, niggas in sync
Try I? Nigga risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece
Niggas shooting like the ’60s

[Hook]
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that shit, give me everything, nigga fuck you

[Verse 2]
Alright what you call a chick that don’t suck dick? You don’t
And if you think you finna come up this, you won’t
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat taking a beat and got hand out the lumps
Damn baby, yo ass stand out in pumps
That’s outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some
You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
Nigga, this a 3 point and-1, and 100, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dumb
Shawty love JID, let me turn into a hand puppet
She moan sound like German or something
Run game, bitches think I’m Todd Gurley or something
Give me jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo bitch out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil mama, the clocks turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me
No niggas got more glow than JID
Barely scratching the fucking surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don’t nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga
We don’t dap niggas, get the rrrat from the ratchet
Get the pack out the package
Lil’ savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin’ ass, rapping ass, jacking ass, wait
Finna black, green dot, send in cash, pen and pad, minivan, been in that, been with that bullshit nigga

[Outro]
I don’t wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don’t shoot at you
Dreams of cleanin’ this dirty money out my cuticles
Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo
Shit’s beautiful

J Alvarez – Haters (Remix) (feat. Bad Bunny & Almighty)

Yeah
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Hey baby
Yeah
El Rvssian

[Bad Bunny]
Otra botella mami
Viene pa’ la mesa
De to’a las baby
Yo la que quiero es a esa
El envidioso siempre habla como sea
Porque yo se lo meto a la que te pichea (Yo!)

[J-Alvarez]
Look the nygga the game
Y yo chingando en un motel
Y esos que roncan de ticke’
Yo les clave la mujer
Saben que conmigo no pueden
Conmigo no pueden joder
Vivo la vida como quiero
Mama bicho vivo
Como un rey
(You Know)

Saben que yo estoy alante
La movie está en play como e’
Explotando botella en la disco
Esperando quien venga a joder
Desde los tiempos de Yunte
Yo las traigo como e’
De la disco pa’ el lambo
Después pa’l avión
A meterle a tu jeva otra vez

[Bad Bunny]
Sonando como veterano
Ando con Yei el de capestrano
Cabrones ya empe’ santería
Tengo el booking lleno hasta el otro verano
Mi vida está hecha
Igual que mis putas que toa’s están hecha
No hay uno más cabron que yo
Hasta la fecha
En la calle la línea es derecha

Ra!
O se te acaba el tic toc como quecha
Les llegan mis indios a darte
Y no son con la flecha
Ya no tengo paciencia
Hijo ‘e puta
Si corto de mecha
Que me tire to’ el mundo
Total si a Kobe
Lo galdean entre 5
Y como quiera siempre la hecha

[J-Alvarez]
Hola
Cógelo suave
Que se me caen las pistolas
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah

Baby está en to’as
Y yo explotando
Las botellas de champola
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah
(Khriz)
(Jajaja)

[Almighty]
Adiós al 2016
Par de palos
Par de faults
Pero estamos en ley
Millones de hater’
Y ahora tengo más
Que sume los de Yei
Alvarez
Esta gente trata de joderte
Y le sale al revés
Yo tengo un espejo
Donde tú te vez
Critican lo que hago
Y no pongo interés
(Yeah)

Mi herma’ el dinero no falta
Yo tengo blanquitas
Morenas, indias como malta
Soldados en los caseríos
Que suman 300 como los de Esparta
Mira cuando escriben las carta’
Maldito los presi’ confían
Por eso es que desde la fría
Salgo pistola’o
Por seguridad mía

Querido hater’ (Oye!)
Te corro la puta
Como correteamos un skatear
Yo corro el equipo
Como corría Bryant
Con Jack jugando
Pa’ los Lakers
Dime porque tienen envidia
Mi herma’ tu dime porque tanto hating
‘Toy matando desde los eighteen
21 y mira todo este rating

¿Que si tengo problemas mentales?
Lo entendí desde que vacié el banco
Pa’ comprar metales
Ahora digamo’ un cabron
¿Ustedes tienen problem mentales?
Nunca juego papeles de falso
Mi herma yo mando de Abril hasta Marzo
Si quiero me alzo
Acordate hijo ‘e puta
Que Cristo también caminaba descalzo

[J-Alvarez]
Hola
Cógelo suave
Que se me caen las pistolas
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah

Baby está en to’as
y yo explotando
Las botellas de champola
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah

(Pa’ joder)
De camino a la villa
Flotando en la nave
Con culonas fina’
Diamante en el cuello
Me pesan bastante
Cantante con casa y piscina
Merodea en el banco
Y un combo hijo ‘e puta
Con rifle de asalto
Las putas en mi cuarto
Cabrones soy el favorito de los narco’

Eyh!
Yo lo sigo matando
Manito yo no les doy break
Yo te paso po’ encima
A mí sin cojones
Pa’ hecharle sangre a de calei’
Sigo haciendo dinero
To’ saben que es así
Yo me trago a tu puta
La pongo a mamar
Y la mando pa’ donde ti

Me querían sacar del juego
Y me puse pa’ mi
Me fui pa’ la caleta
Saque un par de peso’
Y los invertí
Cabrones yo soy intocable
Así que de mí ya no hablen
Yo tengo la ruta
El que la ejecuta
A esta altura
No vamo’ a bajarle

[Bad Bunny]
Otra botella mami
Viene pa’ la mesa
De to’a las baby
Yo la que quiero es a esa
El envidioso siempre habla como sea
Porque yo se lo meto a la que te pichea

Hear This Music baby
Top of the World
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
Almighty
“Is the game changer”
Bad Bunny baby
Bad Bunny
“El Conejo Malo”
J-Alvarez
“El Dueño del Sistema”
Rvssian
J-Alvarez
Mike & Tones
Yei “X”
Oyus Fresh
Díselo Luian
Hear This Music
We ready
Jajaja
Cabrones son intocables
Oye esto es
Pa’ to’ mis haters
Pa’ to’ mis fanáticos
Yeah
Porque ustedes son ocultos cabrones
Un hijo ‘e puta
Que je!
Una inteligencia cabrona
Pa’ matar gente
La industria es de Los Portales
Las babys son de nosotros
Tranquilo mi hermano
Yeah
The Official Remix!
Almighty
Bad Bunny
Jeje!
Este es movimiento es mío daddy
You know what do
Yeah
The big boys
Ah
Dímelo Merce’
Woah
Yeah
Na na na Yeah
Na na Yeah

Don Omar, Zion & Lennox – Te Quiero Pa’mi

Mamacita
La Z y la L
¡Don!

Ya no aguanto las ganas de tocarte
Pero en realidad somos amigos
Y cada vez que trato de esquivarte
Siempre apareces en mi camino

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Sentirás lo que siento, si me besas
Dime si es difícil llegar
A tus sentimientos, que tanto piensas
Por qué no, nos dejamos llevar

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Por la vida entera, mami si supieras
Que yo me la paso la noche en vela
Si me deseas, como te deseo
Terminemos de una vez con este juego
Tu hermoso cuerpo

Pide candela, somos calientes
Vamos que esperas esta noche
Saca lo de arriba pa afuera
Quiero que se suelte tu fiera
Te desesperás

Y entrégate a mí, cinderela
Tu estas sexy, pero tan bella
No me imagino la vida sin ella
Y mucho menos sin poder tenerla

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Cuando saboreaba esos labios
Tu cuerpo se estremecía
Me antojó, como quería
En esos momento eras mía
Te lo di todo

Te quiero sólita para mí, cerquita de mi
Besarte despacio y decirte, todo lo que siento
Que tal si nos quedamos aquí, a poder descubrir
Los secretos de nuestros cuerpos

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

El Rey
Zion Baby
Urba y Rome
Jumbo el que produce solo

Davido – If

[Intro]
Your favorite boy tekno on the beat

[Hook]
No do, No do,
No do Senrere o
No do, No do,
No do, shakara owe
No do, No do,
No do, gararara for me o, ehhh

[Chorus]
Girl you’re beautiful too
my number one tuntun
sip burukututu
for your love tutu
i go chook you chuku chuku o
biko obianuju
shey you do me juju
cos im feeling the juju

[Verse – 1]
Shake it o, take it
i wanna catch it o ,take it
you can have it o,take it
you know i gat this o,take it

[Bridge]
I love you , i love you,
i love you, i love you
there’s nothing above you,
there’s nothing above you,
above you above you
Bridget eh, i like your mini skirt o
oh girl you carry sense o
if i tell say i love you o,
my money, my body,
na your own o baby,
thirty trillion for the account o, yeh
versace and gucci for your body o baby,

[Hook]
No do, No do,
No do Senrere o
No do, No do,
No do, shakara owe
No do, No do,
No do, gararara for me o, ehhh

[Chorus]
Girl you’re beautiful too
my number one tuntun
sip burukututu
for your love tutu
i go chook you chuku chuku o
biko obianuju
shey you do me juju
cos im feeling the juju

[Verse -2]
And you know say nobody holy
but i no go tell you story
i gotta be your man,i gotta be your man,
lemme talk to you, say a few things,
girl im feeling you,
what is up to you,
shey you know i gat you

[Bridge]
I love you ,i love you,
i love you, i love you
there’s nothing above you,
there’s nothing above you,
above you above you
Bridget eh, i like your mini skirt o
oh girl you carry sense o
if i tell say i love you o,
my money,my body,
na ur own o baby,
thirty trillion for the account o,yeh
versace and gucci for your body o baby,

[Hook]
No do, No do,
No do Senrere o
No do, No do,
No do, shakara owe
No do, No do,
No do, gararara for me o, ehhh

Your favorite boy tekno on the beat

Arcangel – Me Acostumbre (feat. Bad Bunny)

[ARCÁNGEL]

Hoy me levanté del lao’ izquierdo de la cama.
(De la cama, de la cama)
Que no quiero dramas y por eso rolo un finisito’e marihuana.
Par de miles me busqué,
joseando por la mañana,
logré comprarme mi cubana.
Me compré mi carro y mi mansión en la nación americana.
Nací pa’ ser millo, no quiero fama.

[BAD BUNNY]

Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a siempre ganar como el 23
Ya me acostumbré,
Ya me acostumbré,
a callarle la boca al que no me cree

[ARCÁNGEL]
Ya me acostumbré
ya me acostumbré,
a no importarme el precio de lo que compré.
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,

[BAD BUNNY]

a clavarme toa’ estas putas de tres en tres.

[ARCÁNGEL]

Dejarme contarte como yo lo hacía hace 15 años atrás,
me sentaba con Yeezy donde cabe el kilo hasta que no quedaba más.
Luego las cosas cambiaron
y nos pusimos a cantar,
el mundo viajar, la funda a llegar,
ya no había que bregar.
No, pero si tu quiere’ que te hable de droga con gusto menor yo te enseño.
conozco’los capo’ y ninguno son sapos, dominican’ puertorriqueño.
No me llevo mucho con los empleados
(porque)
por la sencilla razón de que me crié con los dueños.
Un día un pana mío un par de millones de él me puso a contar,
duré toa’ la noche contando billetes y la mano me empezó a picar.
Pasaron las horas y yo estaba lejos de todavía terminar,
pa’ mi que eso fue una señal,
que luego me iba a tocar.

[BAD BUNNY]

Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a siempre ganar como el 23
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a callarle la boca al que no me cree.

[ARCÁNGEL]
Ya me acostumbré
ya me acostumbré,
a no importarme el precio de lo que compré
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a clavarme estas putas de tres en tres.

[BAD BUNNY]

Me acostumbré a que el envidioso siempre me traicione
y que por las botas mi nombre mencione.
Yo siempre picheo en la mía tranquilo,
díselo Luian que te engancho este rabo de oro en el cuello
y ahora paso un kilo.
Las boobies siempre estelar,
si no me crees pregunta en el banco popular.
Los topos de kush nunca dan regular,
este es high star game y tú no vas a jugar.
Dando más palos que David Ortíz,
ando con los viles loco dentro le tiro ”aquís’,’
me acostumbré a modelos con flow de París.
Él me jodió Donald Trump,
aceite en el vap y ya no fuman blunt,
lo pongo a danzar kuduro como Don,
me tocan y adelante el armaggedon.
Gracias a Dios por el don,
desde que firmé to’s quieren coger
pon tus balas movía’l tapón.
Te puede’ acercártele haciendo el three sixty
y te damos tapón.

[ARCÁNGEL]

Ya me acostumbré
ya me acostumbré,
a no importarme el precio de lo que compré
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a clavarme estas putas de tres en tres.

[BAD BUNNY]

Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a siempre ganar como el 23
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a callarle la boca al que no me cree.

Steve Lacy – Dark Red

[Verse 1]
Something bad is ’bout to happen to me
I don’t know it but I feel it comin’
Might be so sad, might leave my nose running
I just hope she don’t wanna leave me

[Hook]
Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up
Only I belong, with you, and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

[Verse 2]
Something bad is ’bout to happen to me
Why I feel this way I don’t know maybe
I think of her so much it drives me crazy
I just don’t want her to leave me

[Hook]
Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up
Only I belong with you, and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

[Bridge]
What if she’s fine
It’s my mind that’s wrong
And I just let bad thoughts
Linger for far too long
What if (if!), she’s fine (fine!)
It’s my mind that’s wrong
And I just (just!) let bad thoughts (thoughts!)
Linger for far too long

[Hook]
Don’t you give me up please don’t give up
Only I belong, with you, only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

Euroz – Eyesoulated

[Verse]
Whoa
Uh, we done came a long way if I must say
All them nights they slept on me, I was up late
Can’t nothing stop us, we still moving like fuck brakes
The mac plugged in they tryna pop up for that update
When you shining you know they out there with some shade
You fall get back up and walk it off, life a runaway
Supposed to take off already, still at the runaway
Switch lanes, shine coming to me like a one way
Homies fighting bodies till they touch base
So on the phone we speak in code just to touch base, that’s just to touch base
Now I got them on the bigger picture like it’s front page
‘Cause these days bros ain’t bros no more
I can’t fall for what they say they stand for no more
Cops killing shit on cam and get acquitted
So the cannons that be with us don’t be for photos
Born alone and I’ll be headed to the morgue dolo
Till then it’s Henny till we can’t pour no more
Cats I thought was part of the wave I ain’t sure no more
You niggas gassed thinkin’ I ain’t got it floored no more
We bout to pop while they bottle up hatred
Too many handouts, not enough patience
Too many RICOs not enough Aces
Been though it still hardheaded not enough fazed us
They buildin’ new prisons like it’s not enough cages, like it’s not enough cages
Do time, get out, hit your connect, think they plugged in the back of they mind, it’s not the Matrix
Don’t run in packs, don’t blend with the sheep
I miss some hearings but my niggas still be hearing from me
Cry babies growin up to tatted tears on they cheek
A cold world, I ain’t homeless but my ear to the street
Cold world, I ain’t homeless but my ear to the street

Still moving
Don’t forget the Z

Nines – Intro (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse: Nines]
It’s lookin like I might blow, but the streets need me
Lick certain man down and I can sleep easy
‘Member back in pen, was like livin in hell
Skyping niggas in jail (how you do that?)
I held a mirror out a cell
Still out ‘ere, wholesellin’
But my pen’s gonna take me out this trap like 007
It’s funny how times goes quick
My guy was on the wing for so long
When he came out he was homesick
All these niggas do is showboat and they don’t own shit
Thought I made it the first time I copped a whole brick
He says he’s movin Os of the white
So hows his creps look lean like codeine and Sprite?
Them pies come over water
So if labour wins the next election
I just pray they don’t tighten up the borders
Shit was slow, they try style on a nigga
Now they claim they don’t remember
They’re in denial like the river
Oh well, if my CD only were in the charts
Cuh when I re-up they ain’t seen this much white since the EDL march
Just got a whole shot
Got the stash in the whip
Press a button see a bird pop out like an old clock
She never wanna know me when I had a dead line
If she don’t fuck me tonight there won’t be a next time
Me and Keyz made a killin off the trap phones
These old niggas actin young
Little niggas act grown
I started this rap ting on my Jack Jones
So fuck the industry
They can’t kick me out the game like Smash Bros
My guy said where’s the ting, there’s paigons in the zone
Told him link me at the bando don’t say that on the phone
I told my connect I ain’t an amateur
Drop me keys big man I always pay my debt like a Lannister
Why am I still in the hood?
I’m trapped in this baby
Movin packs on the daily til my stacks lookin crazy
It’s Nines…

Nines – Going In (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook: Streetz, Topz, Fatz & Skrapz]
They don’t wanna see me elevate
Nina said it’s 1A, hit them with the heavy plate
Helped me out a couple times
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence
My brudda’ Nines is like the Five Star president
And also they wanna know if my line blows
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go

[Verse 1: Nines]
Pay for bitches holidays
Gassed hoes, turnin’ living rooms into bandos
School days I rolled around with techs and mags
I had machines since a kid like Dexter’s lab
I got the magic sticks, if I hit her hole for twenty minutes
Guaranteed she coming first like Bolt in the Olympics
I’m a boss, I can buy some
See my nigga get shot then run from the ambulance ’cause he was on license
Uh, my nigga Pebble done a key of food
Now watch them stones fly like Geodude
They ain’t whippin’ pies and spittin’ lies
Bum nigga starin’ at my watch for so long that he probably got hypnotized
Holla my man, wonder if you need haze
I just made twenty keys disappear in three days
And phone my connect like "big man, I need more piff"
Had ’em drivers picking up boxes like a forklift

[Hook: Streetz, Topz, Fatz & Skrapz]
They don’t wanna see me elevate
Nina said it’s one A, hit them with the heavy plate
Helped me out a couple times
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence
My brudda’ Nines is like the Five Star president
And also they wanna know if my line blows
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, fuck the champagne, where the Henny at
Them niggas callin’ for the tin, we already strapped
Broke niggas wanna jam in my trap house
Can’t let ’em see all these packs gettin’ wrapped up
Plus I can’t afford to have none of these bum niggas stealin’
Niggas say I’m movin’ Hollywood but fuck niggas feelings
Probably faint if they saw all the bud I was dealin’
Fuck a ten, got the plants touchin’ the ceiling
Been in the hood my whole life, flippin’ them bricks
One day like Nucky Thompson, I live in the Ritz
Uh, I’ve had money on my head since I was eighteen
One foot out, how the fuck I’m meant to stay clean?
Fuck the mainstream, I’m a young rich nigga
All these stacks in my pocket ’cause I’m a big tipper
Niggas acting fugazi but this rap shit don’t phase me
I just hope all of these stacks don’t change me

[Hook: Streetz, Topz, Fatz & Skrapz]
They don’t wanna see me elevate
Nina said it’s one A, hit them with the heavy plate
Helped me out a couple times
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence
My brudda’ Nines is like the Five Star president
And also they wanna know if my line blows
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go

Nines – Trapper Of The Year (feat. Jay Midge) (One Foot Out Album)

[Intro: Likkle T & Nines]
Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Ice City, jewels we nah’ pity

[Bridge: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I’m looking like some new money

[Hook: Jay Midge]
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year

[Verse 1: Nines]
Uh, Ice city taking flight
That’s why niggas that I barely know be claiming that we’re tight
How I get more off ami than they’re making off of light
Them man there come like Andy Cole the way they’re playing with the white
I had LVs on my feet you was in some pumas
Selling food to the consumers now my room look like a jewellers
The worlds gone crazy everybody wanna be ballers
Could have put him on but he got a problem taking orders
Now I got most the city feeling me
But my money straight so I ain’t gotta put up with this industry
But if I blow then guaranteed I put on all my niggas
Had the whole block eating from the look-outs to the hittas
I’m a legend on the street I make sure everybody eat
Giuseppe’s on my feet the mandem get those every week
The street show us love cos there ain’t too many real about
I woke up this morning pissed off cos it was still a drought

[Bridge: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I’m looking like some new money

[Hook: Jay Midge]
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year

[Verse 2: Nines]
I told my chick I don’t need the stress
Got old money and I got p that’s fresh
Plus I had me packs and I bees the best
My plug had 20 bricks he gave me a key to test
Told him I ain’t got insomnia but I need the rest
Now they’re acting funny
Me, Jamal, court-side watching Andy Murray
After that I went back to the block, niggas hand me money
Now my chick saying that she stepping
Says I only care about myself and I’m a player like Beckham
Niggas violate the ting, know I’ll spray them in a second
If I had a record deal I still ain’t laying down my weapon
Little niggas think you’re trapstars cah you flipped a box
I’m bout to whip up so much yay I need a wicked witches pot
I’m strapped I ain’t taking a chance
So tell them labels I don’t need a advance
I’m in the crop house feeding these plants
Since Year 9 I always knew I’d be shining
Like Bart Simpson cah after school I was grinding

[Bridge: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I’m looking like some new money

[Hook: Jay Midge]
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year

Nines – Love 2 The Game (feat. Hudson East) (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse 1: Nines]
If I make her my chick, I might ice her off
I wasn’t always livin’ like a boss
I went through a Burberry phase
Blacked out like a goth
Probably been through more windows than Microsoft
Now I’m flyin’ straight, soon won’t have to sell packs again
Plus I’m ’bout to get this rap money that I don’t plan to spend
School days, I wasn’t doin’ chores
Ironic, mum searchin’ my room cuh’ I was going through them draws
Can’t afford to miss a few calls
And shouts to my nigga W for givin’ me a through ball
‘Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets
Now I’m ’bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket
Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it
Big ting, even if it grazes you a man’s cabbage
Uh, certified trap star gettin’ paid when I record a track
And I still can’t put my [?]

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game

[Verse 2: Nines]
I don’t care about the radio, they play me on the streets
I make these niggas eat, I pay our wages every week
Now it’s show time, I got one foot in the industry
I’m ’bout to build a celebrity coke line
Fuck a whip, I pull out to the event in a helicopter
My nigga Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner
So you can try and bump my lil nigga, Pebz a monster
Give a nigga fifty shots like some Effen vodka
Hands off, I let my soldiers flip it
Gave my guy the keys
Like I was drinkin’ over the limit
I got all these fans quotin’ my lyrics
Askin’ if it’s true
I told ’em "fam, if I wrote it, I did it"
Still young but I feel old
Told my worker to any kind of stacks
Make sure you check every bill fold
Mandem goin’ out for drinks
Can I bring my tec?
Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game
Oh no