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Jack Boy feat PnB Rock – Everyday Shit Lyrics

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Verse 1]
Stay with the shits, still in the mix
Still hitting licks, still taking trips
Riding with the choppa on my biker gang shit
Remember back then when I ain’t have shit
Bad ass jake put the jump in your waist
Screech off with the shit
Take off with your shit, cash out, invest in the zip
Tryna make a flip, serving it [?]
Tool on my hip
I’m too hip to the shit
The beef [?]
Niggas put you in a ditch
Going down a clif
Boy don’t get your shit split
Stop watching me, suggest you watch your bitch
Told her give me no shit, give me no lip
I could ask baby girl I’m the shit
Youngin masked up on some every day shit
Dressed in all black, that”s some everyday shit
On probation, still tote 30 clips
Rather get caught with it than to get caught with out it
Imma save the bread up till it start to rot
Had to get a safe shoe box full of knots
Tryna make it out, Just tryna make it out
Road to riches, youngin finally on route
Youngin finally on route

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
They gon do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

My niggas, my brothers, same block, different mothers
Went through the same struggle, we all had to hustle
You from the surburbs, I’m from the jungle
No time to fumble, I’m tryna bubble

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

Chris Brown 500 – Wayz feat. OHB, Young Blacc & Young Lo Lyrics

Matti Baybee – Never Been Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s moola yeah
These niggas ain’t real, no they ain’t never been
Got to get to that money boy, no I’ll never quit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it’s moola,yeah, yeah

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t real, no they ain’t never been
Got to get to that money boy, i’ll never quit
These bitches be lying, they so irrelevant
Your niggas switch up, my niggas never switch
These niggas ain’t real, no they ain’t never been
Got to get to that money boy, i’ll never quit
These bitches be lying, they so irrelevant
Your niggas switch up, my niggas never switch

[Verse 1]
These niggas switch up, my niggas never switch
These niggas switch up, start acting arrogant
And these bitches stay with it tryna act innocent
She’s gon fuck with a nigga for the benefit
He ain’t got no manners or no etiquette
My niggas gon ride for me that’s a definite
Shorty give me one night, fuck all that celibate
Put her up in the world, took her out her element
These niggas ain’t riding, they be on some heavy shit
And these bitches act like they ain’t got too many friends
And I don’t fuck with new niggas, I ain’t with the friendly shit
Can’t be out here wifing nigga your friendly bitch
Young nigga too sick, smoking all that medicine
Young nigga too lit [?] all these skeletons
Shorty said she like me cuz a nigga interesting
And she telling all these other niggas she ain’t interested

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t real, no they ain’t never been
Got to get to that money boy, i’ll never quit
These bitches be lying, they so irrelevant
Your niggas switch up, my niggas never switch
These niggas ain’t real, no they ain’t never been
Got to get to that money boy, i’ll never quit
These bitches be lying, they so irrelevant
Your niggas switch up, my niggas never switch

PnB Rock – Back Then Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
From then to now

[Hook]
Remember back then all them hoes ain’t want me
Now I’m balling, all them same hoes on me
Mamma told me that this came with the money
And the mother fucking fame, even though I feel the same
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
Yeah, I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now

[Verse 1]
I’m about to take over the game
And done made my own lane
I ain’t even got to say it
Everybody know my name
So getting use to the fame
Everything so different now
I can’t walk to the store
Without taking no pictures now
Got love for my fans
They really held me down
I was locked up in the cell
Every day they sending me mail
They love me I could tell
Feels good I made it
Now it’s time to turn up
For all the niggas that hated
PnB that’s my crew
Told my mamma I got you
Funny how I’m hitting hoes that didn’t want me in high school
Cuz I’m rolling now
Yeah they know I’m rolling now
And my money can’t fold in now
I done came up

[Hook]
Remember back then all them hoes ain’t want me
Now I’m balling, all them same hoes on me
Mamma told me that this came with the money
And the mother fucking fame, even though I feel the same
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now

[Verse 2]
Yeah I been balling with my bros
I been fucking all these hoes
I been switching up my cars
Like I’m switching up my clothes
Smoking all this dope
Got two bitch faded
Damn it feels good
Finally say I made it
Cashing all these checks
Put new diamonds all in my neck
Bought a chain for my daughter
Just to show her how to flex
God damn fuck next
Every day I’m balling
Just changed my number
Label still calling
I’m feeling like Mike Jones
Cuz back then they didn’t want me
But now I’m on and all them hoes they all on me
Cuz they know I’m rolling now
And it’s beginning now
My whole life different now
I done came up

[Hook]
Remember back then all them hoes ain’t want me
Now I’m balling, all them same hoes on me
Mamma told me that this came with the money
And the mother fucking fame, even though I feel the same
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now
I’m that nigga now

22 Savage – Worry Lyrics

[Intro]
Hahahahahahaha
Mamma don’t be worried about me, don’t worried about me (Don’t be worried)
Don’t be worried about me
(Don’t be worried)
Cuz I ain’t got no worries
Lord protect me
(Lord I ain’t got no worries)
From everybody who want do me in lord
But I ain’t worried about no nigga, know what I’m saying
Travis James Entertainment nigga, you know what it is

[Hook]
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1]
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
I’m chasing that sack, I’m running them bandz up
When I was young my daddy told me son you got to man up and band up
Ever since then, the beginning then
A lil nigga chasing that ticket
My brother he thugging, he know that I love em
Nigga he play games on spinning
Got to stand up for what you believe
So I stand on top of my work
These hoes lies, these niggas don’t keep it real
So I ain’t got time for no love
I put my trust in myself
Cuz Imma die by myself
I go to jail by myself, I can’t tell on myself
Niggas face fear when you spin
Make sure you hit somebody
Cuz when I spin, Imma spin, Imma hit somebody
My mamma she scared for me, she know that I’m living too fast
I told my mamma you got to speed up in order to crash
I really be thinking about crashing
I got too much to loose
I’m out on bond waiting on trial for a murder I’m stressed
Lord send me a blessing, yeah, yeah
And when I crash, Imma crash out
Play with me, imma leave you assed out (assed out)
Fuck around and body bag something
Mamma love me, she know I’m thugging

[Hook]
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries

Famous Dex – HUH Lyrics

Aye huh
I can keep, I can keep going over and over and over
know what I’m saying
I don’t really care what…
Stop talking to me
Watch out bih…
Dexter

Diamonds go live like Periscope
Fuck your lil bitch, she a silly hoe
Put this dick right in her little throat
Red in my hair, people calling me lil boat
Like I, I don’t really think you understand me like I say
I’m not a rapper, I’m an entertainer, say what
A Dexter look
Diamonds go live like Periscope
I fuck your lil bitch, she a silly hoe
Put this dick right in her lil throat
Red in my hair people calling me lil boat
No no, that’s my bro bro
Two bitches would mess a hoe hoe
I give them money you so so
30 in my hand people calling me Mojo
I give them money you late
Fuck a lil bitch then I bust on her face
Huh, baby girl how does that taste?
Baby girl how that taste? wait
I got this 30 in my waist
When I ball shoot you right in your face
I almost broke up all in a daze
Now I get money swear to god I be paid
I fuck your bitch with her braids
You wife-ing her that’s my slave
Wait, lil boy you ain’t brave
Jump in the water, I swear I can save
Yeah I be stuck in my ways
Dexter can see she stuck in her ways
Stuck on lean I’m in a daze
Look at my diamonds, I swear you get dazed
Wait, fight for my dawgs like Scooby Doo
I’m getting money boy who is you?
You bitch she ain’t into you trapping so hard
Trapping since middle school
I’m getting that money my physical
I’m sipping lean my physical
My diamonds like swimming pool
Diamonds so frosty, you think it’s invisible
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (what)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (what)
My 30 on my like what, huh
I run up on him he like, huh
I’m sipping on lean I’m like huh
I’m popping pills I’m like huh
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
I run up on him he like, huh
I run up on him he like, huh
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
Huh (huh)
My 30 on my like what, huh
I run up on him he like, huh
Dexter

Eazy Mac – Lose My High Lyrics

I don’t want to loose my high
Ohhh ohh oh ohh
No I don’t want to loose my high
Ohhh ohh oh ohh

First you get the money, then you get the power
First you spread the honey then crumble the flowers, yeah
Roll it up, light it up, gold on my bottom row
Got the Midas touch
Private Jet to the coast to think I’m not fly enough
Mac in the sky, that’s an iCloud
People tell me I’m too high now
That’s why you hear me say by now
That’s why I say I’m an alien
And living on earth it don’t matter
Riding the waves or the milky way
Only person surfing inside
Always mad I’m sipping syrup
Mad I take my bitch to Europe
Take a trip around the world
Know what I’m saying
Taking the pills, crushing the pills
Know what I’m saying
Loving the purple, that make me go turtle
You know what I’m saying?
I do my favorite drugs
I do my favorite
I’m feeling famous enough
So I do my favorite drugs
Find me in vagas in clubs
Is it ok if we puff
I hate waiting for a dealer
But I’ll always wait for the stuff
Cuz I do my favorite drugs
I do my favorite, yeah

I don’t want to loose m high
Ohhh ohh oh ohh
No I don’t want to loose my high
Ohhh ohh oh ohh

Tim Moyo – My Way Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Strawberry sunrise, eyes heavy from last night
You tell me it’s about time
There is bad love in your mind
That’s why, that’s why those tears run over your body
But when we touch, they seem to wash away

[Hook]
Promise me you won’t…with nobody
Ohhh ohh ohh ohhhh
UntilI I show you my way
Yeahhh, yeahhh, my way, yeahhh, yeahhh
My way, yeahhh, yeahhh
My way, yeahh, yeahh
Unitil I show you my way

[Verse 2]
You worry, it’s ok
I’m just sorry that you have laid here before
With somebody who divided you
I’m patient for a reason
That’s why those tears run over your body
But when we touched, they seem to wash away

[Hook]
Promise me you won’t…with nobody
Ohhh ohh ohh ohhhh
UntilI I show you my way
Yeahhh, yeahhh, my way, yeahhh, yeahhh
My way, yeahhh, yeahhh
My way, yeahhh, yeahhh
Unitil I show you my way

[Verse 3]
Now i’m so glad that you gave me control
I’ll do all that I can
I’m so good the first night
Wish you could read my mind
Your love was my end

[Outro]
My way, yeahhh, yeahhh
My way, yeahhh, yeahhh
My way, yeahhh, yeahhh
Until I show you my way

Snap Dogg feat. Lil Durk – Curve Lyrics

[Hook]
Killers going on my fucking word
Baby mamma getting on my nerves
Get this money Imma fucking splurge
And I started from the fucking curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
Yeah, yeah
I turned that 8 ball into a bird
I witness homicides on the curves
Getting money I did it first
And I started from the fucking curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve

[Verse 1]
Imma get money forever
I’m staying in designer forever
Fuck all these bitches forever
Getting this money forever
I’m fucking with 7 forever
I’m sipping on lean forever
I’m popping these percs forever
My name is Durk forever
I love the streets forever
A loyalty ain’t forever
I’m getting this money forever
Fucking these bitches whatever
Givenchy logo forever
Chanel Vintage forever
Chanel my bitch forever
hating on this shit forever
The streets love me forever
Love my niggas forever
Keep a Glock forever
Love my block forever
Fuck with pound forever
Fuck with dope forever
Fuck with coke forever
fuck a bitch whatever
Getting money whenever
Swagging on em where ever
Dripping on em where ever
Crippin on em where ever
Betting on em where ever
For my brothers forever
Different gang forever
Love my city forever

[Hook]
Killers going on my fucking word
Baby mamma getting on my nerves
Get this money Imma fucking splurge
And I started from the fucking curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Up at night, hell nahh, I can’t fucking sleep
Gripping my Glock with the beam thinking about the beef
Mamma go hard for them bills
So I got to hustle
You don’t know where I come from
You don’t know my struggle
A lot of niggas switched up since I got a buzz
Some of my bitches, some of my niggas, man who can I trust?
I’m tired of all the bullshit with these baby mammas
Tweets after tweets and arguing
All that fucking drama
25 I was facing in that fucking cell
Cold nights just thinking I can’t make bail
I lost my twin to these streets
Yeah this shit hurt
Success is on the way
I’m fucking doing songs with Durk

[Hook]
Killers going on my fucking word
Baby mamma getting on my nerves
Get this money Imma fucking splurge
And I started from the fucking curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
The curve
Yeah, yeah

King Ray – Already feat. Juicy J & TK N Cash Lyrics

King Ray
Juicy J
TK N Cash
Yall know what it is
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Magic City Monday
Club throwing hundreds
I swear it’s all trash bag money
I swear I could make it rain if it’s Sunday
All a nigga know is fucking up some commas
Go slide down that pole, show me that you want it
I’m about to throw so much that you can cop a foreign
Better do something for it
X-rated performance
Show a nigga something I never seen, I can’t afford it
Already, already
Bad bitches in my VIP they all ready
Oh man they all ready
I’m paid, they all get it
I throw them hundreds out, they all get it

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Shake that ass baby, make this cash baby
You gon make me have to go up in my stash baby
He got a hundred dollars tryna make it last baby
He got a thousand, buy I bet you that’s his last baby
New Bentley outside sitting on the crib
Baby blue Gerber, Imma need a bib
Just do what I say, I don’t need no liv
I just killed the club, that’s just how I live
Yeah, they make it rain, I make it hurricane
I done spent so much I coulda bought another chain
I done spent so much, you better bust it for the gang
I spent so much now she wanna know my real name
Just call me Jordan baby, ball like I’m Jordan baby
You like these shoes, where they come from?
Across the border baby
Don’t be so thirsty
I just might pass you some water baby
When I get finished with you bet they can’t afford ya baby

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sonta feat. G Herbo – #YAS Remix Lyrics

Have you ever rocked with someone
And at some point realized like what I’m I doing?
I deserved so much better

[Verse 1]
Gave you too many chances
It’s like you held my love for ransom
You don’t want to let it go cuz you know what it is
You know that it is priceless
You know that you will never find another chick
That’s gon hold it down like me
That will hold the grounds like me
That will stick around like me
I know I got them bitches mad but they will never try me
Here to tell you that your time is up
I’m done with you
Here to tell you that I had enough
And even though it’s unfortunate
Give my all to the less fortunate
Tell them bitches they can have you
And I hope that they be there when it’s time to
They gon use you and abuse you
But I got to show you I ain’t scared to loose you
Way young to do

[Hook]
I use to want to be your everything
But now I know your love is nothing
Cuz you ain’t shit
Boy you ain’t shit
I’m leaving you alone that I should do
Cuz you ain’t shit
Boy you ain’t shit
And Imma need for you to keep your distance
Thought I wouldn’t gon find out that your lil hoes love running their mouth
Want to be a dog and you in the dog house
But this time you ain’t never getting out

[Verse 2]
Why you be upset with me calling me, stressing me
Girl you know I ain’t shit
And I mentioned to you way before
I’m a man of my word
I can’t commit before I hit it, I’m honest
And the niggas that hit you before weren’t 100
And these bitches in this day and age on the gram living fake
Only impressed with money
Good for nothing I know that they fucking and sucking to earn em a name
I can’t trust em
Use to feel like I just wanted something
I get out the club and in being in public
But at least I know I ain’t cuffin no hoe that a nigga gon fuck on a low
I can never pump fake, imma keep it a true
If you ain’t just for me that’s all I want to know

[Hook]
I use to want to be your everything
But now I know your love is nothing
Cuz you ain’t shit
Boy you ain’t shit
I’m leaving you alone that I should do
Cuz you ain’t shit
Boy you ain’t shit
And Imma need for you to keep your distance
Thought I wouldn’t gon find out that your lil hoes love running their mouth
Want to be a dog and you in the dog house
But this time you ain’t never getting out

Boy you ain’t shit, you ain’t no different
Should have listen to my friends
When they say that you would hurt me again
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken

Boy you ain’t shit, you ain’t no different
Should have listen to my friends
When they say that you would hurt me again
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken

[Hook]
I use to want to be your everything
But now I know your love is nothing
Cuz you ain’t shit
Boy you ain’t shit
I’m leaving you alone as I should do
Cuz you ain’t shit
Boy you ain’t shit
And Imma need for you to keep your distance
Thought I wouldn’t gon find out that your lil hoes love running their mouth
Want to be a dog and you in the dog house
But this time you ain’t never getting out

Boy you ain’t shit, you ain’t no different
Should have listen to my friends
When they say that you would hurt me again
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken

Boy you ain’t shit, you ain’t no different
Should have listen to my friends
When they say that you would hurt me again
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken
Now i’m heart broken, heart broken, broken, broken

Ex’s & Oh’s | feat. Vanessa Hudgens Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I had me a boy turned him into a man
I showed him all the things that he didn’t understand
Whoaa
Then I let him go
Now there is one in California
Who’s been cursing my name
Cuz I found me a better lover in the UK
Hey, till I made my Getaway

[Hook]
123 they gonna run back to me
Cuz I’m the best baby that they never got to keep
123 they gonna run back to me
They always want to come but they never want to leave
Ex’s & the Oh oh oh’s they haunt me
Like ghost they want me
To make them Oh oh oh they won’t let go
Ex’s & Oh’s

[Verse 2]
Had a summer lover down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter
Left him frozen in the spring
My my, how the seasons go by
I get high and I love to get low
So the hearts keep breaking and the heads just roll
You know that’s how the story goes

[Hook]
123 they gonna run back to me
Cuz I’m the best baby that they never got to keep
123 they gonna run back to me
They always want to come but they never want to leave
Ex’s & the Oh oh oh’s they haunt me
Like ghost they want me
To make them Oh oh oh they won’t let go

My Ex’s & Oh oh oh’s they haunt me
Like ghost they want me
To make them Oh oh oh they won’t let go
Ex’s & Oh’s

[Verse 3]
123 they gonna run back to me
Climbing over mountains and sailing overseas
123 they gonna run back to me
They always want to come but they never want to leave

My Ex’s & Oh oh oh’s they haunt me
Like ghost they want me
To make them Oh oh oh they won’t let go
My Ex’s & Oh oh oh’s they haunt me
Like ghost they want me
To make them Oh oh oh they won’t let go
Ex’s & Oh’s

Bon Jovi – New Year’s Day

The midnight bells are ringing
A ship is setting sail
A newborn baby’s crying
As lovers say farewell

I’m singing hallelujah
Amen, the angels say
Let’s hope tomorrow finds us
It’s New Year’s Day

Let’s toast to new beginnings okay
Raise up a glass and say
For all of our tomorrows
And what was yesterday come on

I’m singing carpe diem
I’m saying seize the day
Come on, let’s live forever
It’s New Year’s Day

Where does the time go
Just watch the wind blow
Sha la la la
It’s New Year’s Day
Green does the grass grow
Outside my window
Sha la la la
It’s New Year’s Day

This message in a bottle
The wisdom of the wine
It’s just a rainy Monday
This isn’t Auld Lang Syne

I’m singing hallelujah
Amen, the angels say
Let’s hope tomorrow finds us
It’s New Year’s Day

T.I. – Switchin Lanes (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Trev Case)

Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

All my nigga wanna do is hit a lick and flip some raw
Boy you better prepare yourself, them people finna set it off
What you oughta wanna do is get this money too with me
Even if you Bobby Seal, you gon’ need a Huey P
I’m doin’ me, international fluently
Speak the lingo my people talk
Don’t disrespect my people, dog
Or turn the other cheek, that ain’t the shit that we were taught
Arm yourself, defend yourself, they try you get to squeezin’ off
We’ve been out crazy
Do you like it in them jeans dawg?
Season dog, leave me out know they don’t want me involved
I’m dodgin’ 12, they be on watch
But I’m just ridin’ with my home boy

Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin ‘ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

We talkin’ high life, listenin’ to UGK
Ridin’ dirty mean you clean on swangers
If them law pull up then that means danger
Turn up the changer, bangin’ out the whip
They muffle the signs, all the hoe shit that we were dealin’ with
‘Cause we be young and in the hustle
Partna sellin’ whole, but no food in the cupboard like damn
I really wanna be a millionaire one day, one day
My nigga say yeah
We dyin’ out here for a little bit of neck but the government just don’t care
So I’m talkin’ Multi to the fullest
As long as I’m livin’, fuck the ones
When I was young, they let me ride shot gun
And show me how to get it
And you can ball all you want in the paint for the digits
But you gotta learn how to pivot
For the score, never speak, bet the goal that you want
Gotta keep it slow mo when you outchea creepin’
Watch for the lows when your head up high
Head in the sky and you’re outchea tippin’
All you’ve got is your word and your bond
Prepare for the hate when you’re switchin’ suites

Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

I’m either out or I’m all in it
This shit creek and we all in it
One false move and we all finish
We come together, we all winnin’
But you’d rather go and get your dogs in it
Either rob for the money, hit the mall with it
Then to the club, pull the broad with it
Then wylin’ chopper in it, I’m goin’ down with it, no lie
You get a chance, go to Dubai
You see your money ain’t as much as you thought
Matter of fact motherfuckers so rich
Make nigga feel petty and ashamed just for showin’ it off
100 thou for the outfit
A billion dollars worth of sun plugged in the outlet
You put your money where your mouth at
You won’t be talkin’ much would ya
If you was weren’t ’bout shit
Revolutionary do it for the niggas that wish they were there to do it
Gotta chance to do me boy you better do it
Nigga comin’ back and shootin’ very good
Speakin’ better than a felon would
Got me property up in Ellenwood
And my position, I just fell into it
Devil want my soul and I ain’t sell it to him

Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

DJ Snake – The Half (feat. Jeremih, Young Thug & Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
It’s a Friday, I’m ’bout to go off
Got my chains on and I’m ’bout to show off
DJ Snake up in here about to go off
Now go off, now go off
Goddamn!

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih + Swizz Beatz]
Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress
On the run, nigga, goin’ for the checks
These niggas don’t know the half (show time!)
These niggas don’t know the half (show time!)
See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash (goddamn!)
Gettin’ high for the low, shit was bad
These niggas don’t know the half (say what?)
These niggas don’t know the half (talk to ’em)
Swear to God, these niggas don’t know the half
(Rewind now!)
[Hook: Jeremih]
These niggas don’t know the half
Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Kill ’em off off like I got a mask on it
Guillotine a Benz, you don’t know the half of it
Whole squad winnin’, you got small money
Don’t need too many hands, I need all of it
You ain’t ever been around, call me 2Pac
Pull up in my old hood in a new drop
On that kush, on that kush, blow a cloud of it
I’m the man, I’m the man, yeah I’m proud of it
Blowin’ bands, got ’em jumpin’ out the window
Shout out, shout out, pour some more and call it reload
Know I pull up, pull up on ’em like a free throw
Or go straight up, up the middle like I’m D. Rose
Treat your chick just like a whip and get another one
Wanna grab it, push it, smash and get another one
See my dogs on top, that’s the math of it
Multiply the money up, no that’s just half of it
(Talk to ’em! Rewind now!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
These niggas don’t know the half
Smoke stress to get rid of the stress

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Smoke that Kush, yeah smoke that Kushy, baby
Meanwhile me and you stuntin’, that lil’ mushy, baby
I don’t want cook, I wanna book it, baby
I’ll knock that lil’ shit out the park to let you know I’m not no rookie, baby
Oh, take a breath
These niggas don’t know the half of the first steps
My day one niggas, I don’t pick through, I don’t stutter step
That’s cakin’, nigga, you not a vamp, you don’t know the steps
She showered and she dry it off, and then she lay it
That head done brought that dope back, like I’m in the 80s
I’ma pimp the parkin’ lot, I’ma let you play it
You never ‘posed to stop, but you can relay it
And I’m like wooh
You don’t know the half, you don’t know the mothafuckin’ truth
You don’t know how much stress I release when I’m on booths
It’s all a lot, you don’t know what come behind the groove
It’s a lot, but get with, lil nigga, I do
(Talk to ’em! Rewind now!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
These niggas don’t know the half
They don’t know
Smoke stress to get rid of the stress

[Outro: Young Thug]
See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash
Gettin’ high for the low, shit was bad
These niggas don’t know the half
These niggas don’t know about it
These niggas don’t know the half

Thomas Rhett – American Spirit

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky
Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler
Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light
Talk about a big life
In a small town, ain’t got a lot
But we sure found what we were looking for
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
Levi denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin’ up
Hot dogs servin’ up
It ain’t even fourth of july
That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it
We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

[Chorus]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
Its your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[verse 2]
Old red six string, white piece of paper
Scribbled down, lovin’ blue ink
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
Sweep her right off of her feet
It’s a preacher, it’s a [?]
It’s a ring on a finger and bible
[and a title, on a fixer up house?]

[Chorus x2]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
It’s your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[Outro]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky

Migos – Call Casting

[Intro: Sample & (Takeoff)]
Buddah blessed this beat
(Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning, trapping (Trap, trap)
You can get ’em while you asking (Ask)
How many chickens?
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (Beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (Mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (Eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Ac (Ac)
Put the backends in the back (Back)
Draco on me, it’s attached (Attached)
Name a nigga with the pack (Pack)
Name a nigga with the sack (Sack)
I love my Glock, I got the Mac (Mac)
She eat the Molly like a snack (Eat it up)
It’s gold on my nickel plaque (plaque)
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack (Eat it up)
Bought the plug, give it tax (Tax)
Sip the lean and relax (Drink it up)
Park the Lamb in the back (Skrt, skrt)
Big dog, you a cat (Cat)
Rich and the matte black (Skrt, skrt)
Twenty hoes to be exact (Yeah)
I mean ten, that’s a dime
More than nickels, that’s a five (Yeah)
Wanna fly, wanna slide?
Wanna glide? Ain’t got time (Yeah)
Pour a thirty on my nine
For a nigga out of line (Yeah)
Momma cryin’, niggas dyin’
Wonder why they grip the fire Yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning, trapping (Trap, trap)
You can get ’em while you asking (Ask)
How many chickens?
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (Beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (Mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (Eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pot
Niggas tried to send the thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp corner shot (Brrr)
Eight-ball, corner pocket (Ay)
White boys in the game (White)
Call ’em Andy Milonakis (Yeah)
He won’t hesitate to shoot em (Shoot)
Private jet to Bermuda (Woo)
I knew I been had sauce (Who)
Cause I was fuckin’ on my tutor (Who)
Truck backin’ up the dooley
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a cup of noodles
I fucked the game, karma sutra
I got Ms on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coca
Tell ’em read between the lines (Coco)
Jays out there snitchin’ (Yeah)
Heard it through the vine (Jays)
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time (yeah)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning, trapping (Trap, trap)
You can get ’em while you asking (Ask)
How many chickens?
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (Beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (Mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (Eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo woo woo woo woo
Packs (Pack)
I paid the ticket, get you wacked (Brrr)
I chop the brick with the axe (Hey)
The Cookie smellin like a casket (Cookie)
I’m sellin’ crack in my Ralphs (Crack)
Put the addy in the nav (Addy)
You steady poppin’ even though its capped (Cap)
I hit the jungle and then adapt
30 thousand on the couch (30 bars)
All my bitches from my app (app)
Instagram and the Snap (Snap)
I bet a hundred on the craps (Crap)
I’m good on shawty, do without
She fucking niggas for the check (Check)
Imma only get the mouth
I bought a Lambo crossover on a bitch
I poured a four, Actavis
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bitch
Won’t get a kiss cause I know you suck dick
Spend you hundred Philippe on your wrist (Patek)
Twenty-five pointers, one fist (Points)
Twenty-five bitches on list (25)
Kilo ten rubber band grip (Brrr)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning, trapping (Trap, trap)
You can get ’em while you asking (Asking)
How many chickens?
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (Beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (Mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (Eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (Yeah)

Travi$ Scott – beibs in the trap (feat. NAV)

[Intro: NAV]
That coca

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more

[Verse 1: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch looking for a phone, I ain’t seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
‘Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she’s touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I’mma get more

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, Nice Guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah, yeah)
I’m lit like Nick, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy Girls got it popping, AOD got it popping
Tryna’ text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won’t you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about ’em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that, then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch rolling on snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Ooh

Bad Bunny & Bryant Myers – Pa Ti

Bad Bunny Baby

[Bad Bunny]
Te dijeron que soy un infiel (yeah)
Que no debes de confiar en mi
Dime si tu les vas a creer
Sabiendo que yo estoy puesto pa’ ti, pa’ ti
Te picheo a to’ estas putas por ti
Porque estoy puesto pa’ ti, pa’ ti
Yo soy tuyo desde que te lo metí

[Bryant Myers]
Yo te quiero pa’ mi futuro
Mera baby el amor de nosotros es duro
Yo te hago sentir mujer cada vez que te torturo
Te gusta que te lo meta bien duro
Tu eras la luz que yo veía al final del oscuro (mera baby)
Estoy puesto pa’ ti baby yo te lo juro

Yo no soy un hombre perfecto,
Yo no se na’ de esto, de amor, ni de polos opuestos
Pero desde que estoy contigo yo me olvidé del resto
Hoy voy pa’ tu apartamento
Los phillies en el puesto, el pasto y las perco
Por ti yo las dejo, contigo voa’ ser lo correcto (Mera baby)

Quiero cambiarte la vida,
Baby dejame sanar tus heridas
Yo te doy to’ los chavos que tu quieras y te compro to’ lo que tu me pidas
Yo se que antes tu tenías el corazón roto y en otra partida
Confía en mi
Yo quiero tenerte conmigo toa’ la eternidad

[Bad Bunny]
(Coro)
Porque sabes que estoy pa’ ti, pa’ ti
Te picheo a to’ estas putas por ti
Porque estoy puesto pa’ ti, pa’ ti
Yo soy tuyo desde que te lo metí

Baby tu no eres la primera
Pero eres la verdadera
Con la que mezclo amor y bellaquera
Con la que gasto lo que se genera
Yo no me pongo pa’ cualquiera
Pero tu eres veneno y sincera
Ponte la perla y pon la bañera
Hoy la rosé nos la bebemo’ entera

Ellas se imaginan lo que tu ya has visto
Envidiosas porque te desvisto
Me escriben y les dejo en visto
Por ti tentaciones resisto
Dile a tu ex que no se pase de listo
O le mando un pasaje pa’ alla arriba con Jesucristo

Y por él te juro que soy fiel
He pasado varias cosas de ayer
No to’ el tiempo va a ser luna de miel
Pero to’ lo que te compro es Gucci o Channel
Por ti dejo tomo en el pasto
Borre toas’ las putas de mis contactos
Baby tu eres una diabla y mi bicho contigo hizo un pacto

(Coro)
Baby sabes que estoy pa’ ti, pa’ ti
Te picheo a to’ estas putas por ti
Porque estoy puesto pa’ ti, pa’ ti
Yo soy tuyo desde que te lo metí

Bad Bunny baby
Bryant Myers (Yeah!)
Alex Killer
Kronix Magical
Hear This Music
Dj Luian
Mambo Kings
Bryant Myers
La Oscuridad
Mera dímelo Luian
Bad Bunny
Mambo Kings

Almighty – Asalto

Voy pa tu casa a verte, toy’ suelto, no me sueltes
Echamos 1 2 3 polvos antes de que te acuestes
Y si tu mai’ despierta y me pille en tu cuarto

Yo tengo un gorro en la cabeza di que es un asalto

Ooh oh ohDi que es un asalto, di que es un asalto
Mientras en tu cuarto te parto
Ooh oh oh
Di que es un asalto
Dile a toa’ esta gente baby que no te comparto

Di que es un asalto a tu pa’is lo tengo alto
Por que siempre llego a los horarios altos
Pa que no parta otro, yo te parto
En prekinder me colgue
Porque soy ambicioso y nada lo comparto

Di que es un asalto, di que es un asalto
Di que te pones mala cuando te falto
Dile que no midan estatura, baby, que estoy alto
Que en el baúl del Mercedes hay peceras con lagartos
Brrrr

Que nadie me la toque a la chica por Facebook
Después de cinco likes y un par de toques
Quiero que me des el numero de tu bloque
Pa darsela al pana mio
Y que en vez de un asalto se reporte un choque

Voy pa tu casa a verte, toy’ suelto, no me sueltes

Echamos 1 2 3 polvos antes de que te acuestes
Y si tu mai’ despierta y me pille en tu cuarto
Yo tengo un gorro en la cabeza di que es un asalto

Ooh oh oh
Di que es un asalto, di que es un asalto
Mientras en tu cuarto te parto
Ooh oh oh
Di que es un asalto
Dile a toa’ esta gente baby que no te comparto

En la cama una campeona
Gana todos los asaltos aunque la coma
Sueña con tener sexo en algún lugar cerca de Italia o Roma
Grabar un clip porno cogiendo bis en todas las tomas
Wao me dice loco por estar internado
Internado en el cuarto de ella y nadie se ha enterado
Que es un robo, nadie te coge como te cojo
Tu estas con los duros ese combo esta flojo
Almighty

Voy pa tu casa a verte, toy’ suelto, no me sueltes
Echamos 1 2 3 polvos antes de que te acuestes
Y si tu mai’ despierta y me pille en tu cuarto
Yo tengo un gorro en la cabeza di que es un asalto

Ooh oh oh
Di que es un asalto, di que es un asalto
Mientras en tu cuarto te parto
Ooh oh oh
Di que es un asalto
Dile a toa’ esta gente baby que no te comparto

Bad Bunny – Soy Peor

Salí jodido la última vez que en alguien yo confie
Me compre una fory y a cupido se la vacié
No me vuelvo a enamorar… no
No me vuelvo a enamorar

Sigue tu camino que sin ti me va mejor
Ahora tengo a otras que me lo hacen mejor
Si antes yo era un hijo de puta ahora soy peor
Ahora soy peor, ahora soy peor, por ti

Sigue tu camino que sin ti me va mejor
Ahora tengo a otras que me lo hacen mejor
Si antes yo era un hijo de puta ahora soy peor
Ahora soy peor, ahora soy peor, por ti

Hoy yo no quiero fumar regular
Traiganme un kush que me haga sentir espectacular
Para celebrar que ya no estas tú para especular
Y joderme por todos los culos que tengo en el celular

Hoy se la bebe y se sale
Ser un infiel ya de nada vale
Por mujeres como tú es que dicen, que todos los hombres somos iguales
Si no me conoces no me señales
Ya yo me conozco tus males
Como Hector el Father hoy yo salgo pa’ la calle con dos mil anormales

Sigue tu camino que sin ti me va mejor
Ahora tengo a otras que me lo hacen mejor
Si antes yo era un hijo de puta ahora soy peor
Ahora soy peor, ahora soy peor, por ti

Sigue tu camino que sin ti me va mejor
Ahora tengo a otras que me lo hacen mejor
Si antes yo era un hijo de puta ahora soy peor
Ahora soy peor, ahora soy peor, por ti

Por ti… ahora hago todo lo que quiero
Solo pienso en mi primero
Tirando billetes adentro del putero
Pal carajo el amor verdadero, yo solo pienso en hacer dinero
Baby lo nuestro ya descansa en paz
Me importa un carajo con quién te vas
Dile a tu mai que ya no me hace falta
Que ahora tengo suegras de más
Tengo la blanquita que me hace las …
La rockerita que se lo meto con …
La prieta, las rubias, modelos y eso sin contar las fans

Yo no estoy para amores de meses
No estoy pa’ peleas ni estupideces
Buscate a otro pa’ que te bese
Ninguno de esos cabrones a mi se parece
Cada cual tiene lo que merece
A mami dile que por mi no rece
Que yo salgo esta noche virao’ pa’ la calle
Y nadie va a hacer que yo me enderece

Salí jodido la última vez que en alguien yo confie
Me compre una fory y a cupido se la vacié
No me vuelvo a enamorar… no
No me vuelvo a enamorar

Sigue tu camino que sin ti me va mejor
Ahora tengo a otras que me lo hacen mejor
Si antes yo era un hijo de puta ahora soy peor
Ahora soy peor, ahora soy peor, por ti

Sigue tu camino que sin ti me va mejor
Ahora tengo a otras que me lo hacen mejor
Si antes yo era un hijo de puta ahora soy peor
Ahora soy peor, ahora soy peor, por ti

Bad Bunny, Bryant Myers, Zion, De La Ghetto & Revol – Caile

[Bad Bunny]
Yo quiero hacerte venir otra vez
Yo quiero verte de nuevo bebé
Yo te bajo el mundo a tus pies
Por sólo verte chingando otra vez

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Bryant Myers]
Mi movie está en play ya te has visto los trailers
Caile
Hoy yo quiero que tú me baile
Yo te busco en la BM, tu jevo te busca en el chrysler
Baja pal’ apartament
Tu quieres hacer el amor sin que te amen
Dévorame, dévorame hasta que las gotas de calor se derramen

Yo voy a ser tu esclavo
A ti te gusta a- a- amanecer en condados
Y te lo voy a meter en la suite del piso de número octavo
A ti te gustan los chavos
Mera baby yo tengo es chavos
Y yo nunca ando solo,yo siempre salgo con 100 bandidos como el cabo

[Zion]
Tu ya me conoces
Sabes bien mi nombre
Tu sabes que cuando yo le caigo pa’ darte grites mi nombre
Tu sabes que soy el hombre
Que bellaca te pones
Que bellaca te pones
(Z Diddy)

(Coro)

[De La Ghetto]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Zion]
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[De La Ghetto]
Pues dime baby que quieres?
Tu caile si puedes
Para que me baile en el tubo todas noches que te entretienen
Media libreta de sour weed
Y par de pacas de cienes
Lo hacemos toda la noche cuando me quitó los poderes

En ella invierto lo que me gano en los partys de to’ los weekends
Enamorado de ese culo
Porque como en 4 bien rico lo mueve
La mandó a buscar, la pongo a chingar en to’ los diferentes hoteles
Parece que tiene un demonio
No para de temblar cuando toda se viene

Baby tu sabes que como yo no hay 2
Un caile cuando sea te doy cómodo
Me gustan así, si
Que no paren de pedir, di
Pa’ yo seguir dando
Hasta que se canse de venir

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu sólo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[De La Ghetto]
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na eh ih ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Ah na na ehh
Ah na na eh ih ehh
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

[Bad Bunny]
Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
Caile a la presidencial en condado
Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

Baby házme tu coreografía
Ese booty es de pornografía (Yeah)
Porque tú me perfía
Si tu sabes que yo me se tu biografía
Yo se que en hombres no confía
Pero ese culo me lo fía
Caile la moet ya está fría
Baby Rasta te choca la fía

Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
Caile a la presidencial en condado
Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

(Coro)

[Zion]
Caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
Tu solo caile
Pa’ que me baile
Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

(De- De- De La, De la gee
De La, De la gee
Dimelo BB
Bad Bunny baby
Bryant Myers, La oscuridad
Chris Jeday
Dimelo Revol
Sharo baby
Z Diddy
Dimelo revol
Chris Jeday
Dicelo luian
Hear this music
Gaby Music
Revol)

Tamer Hosny – Ya Mali Aaeny

حياتي واقفة عليك من حبي فيك، الله يعيني
حبك عاملي مشكلة هتشوفلي حل فيها

حبيبي شوف طريقة
قلبي الحقيقة جاب آخره مني
مش انت برضو عايزني ليك؟ ماتيلّا احنا فيها

نار نار نار نار جوة مني قايدة
نار نار نار نار جوة و اعمل ايه
حبيته ومستني يحس بيا
و يرحم عذابي عذابي م اللي انا عايش فيه

يا مالى عينى نار نار نار

تفاصيل فيك انت، آه منك انت، حليت سنيني
ريحلي قلبي عوضلي تعبي سايبني ليه بعاني!

ولا غيرك لازمني وانت فاهمني، يا مالي عيني
انت اللي زيك ييجي مرة وصعب ييجي تاني

نار نار نار نار جوة مني قايدة
نار نار نار نار جوة و اعمل ايه
حبيته ومستني يحس بيا
و يرحم عذابي عذابي م اللي انا عايش فيه

Russ – Sideline Number

[Hook]
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number

[Verse 1]
Ever since I came up, I’m a come up
See me fucking you could be a fuck up
One slip up could have my whole career ended
Gotta think about what I send before I send it
So I keep it short, nothing outlandish
Girl I’m talkin to is half Arab half Spanish
I don’t give a fuck though, bitches all cut throat
Plus I’m the one so

[Bridge]
I ask for you number then I text you from my sideline
No evidence no tracin’ back to me so I’m fine
I don’t know you enough to trust you that’s the truth I
I know you’re hot, but I can’t get got

[Hook]
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number

[Verse 2]
I’m a target, i can’t start it, you gotta initiate
Keep it quiet I’ll deny it if you try and get me framed
Only women that I fuck with are low key
Only ones that know my home are my homies
Anti-screenshot man I’m too hot

[Bridge]
I ask for you number then I text you from my sideline
No evidence no tracin’ back to me so I’m fine
I don’t know you enough to trust you that’s the truth I
I know youre hot, but i can’t get got

[Hook]
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number

[Verse 3]
No such thing as a private message
Cause they’ll air it out like byron leftwich
Gotta keep it real real real g rated
They got more crazy when you get more famous
Damn you trippin’, girl you a bad look
I’m takin’ more shots than your ass took
Fake, stupid, where were you raised at?
How can I save that?

[Bridge]
I ask for you number then I text you from my sideline
No evidence no tracin’ back to me so I’m fine
I don’t know you enough to trust you that’s the truth I
I know you’re hot, but I can’t get got

[Hook]
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number
That’s why I’m giving you my sideline, sideline number

Papoose – Obituary 2016

[Introduction]
Happy New Year
All of us wasn’t fortunate enough to see the new year
So we got to send our condolences

[Chorus]
They say why when somebody die
It’s always kind words said
Cuz you never suppose to speak ill of the dead
Take these bars and play em in the Cemetary
This is the 2016 Obituary

[Verse 1]
Mohammad Ali, the greatest boxer, a leader
When he spoke, his words rhymed, motivational speaker
Born June 17th, 1942
In Kentucky started boxing at age 12 it’s true
He refused to serve in the army so they took his title
He spoke against the oppression of blacks, he was my idol
The cause of his death, respiratory Illness
Never seen a fighter display so much realness
Prince, the world know his name
I just want to see you dancing in the purple rain
Singer, writer, producer, play instruments
Very flamboyant, his style was different
Born June 7th 1958
His parents were musicians, he was destined to be great
Sold over 1 hundred million records, the Goat
The cause of his death, alledged overdose

[chorus]
When somebody die
It’s always kind words said
Cuz you never suppose to speak ill of the dead
Take these bars and play em in the Cemetary
This is the 2016 Obituary

[Verse 2]
Carrie Fisher, it’s no princess greater
Known from star wars, princess leia
Born October 21 st 1956, Burbank California, she had a gift
Her parents were in show business
To make it real-er, she had a step-mother named Elizabeth Taylor
Cause of her death, cardiac arrest
Her mother died the next day, god bless
Phife dawg, one of hip hop’s best
From the legendary group, A Tribe Called Quest
Born November 20 th, 1970, Queens, New York where they started the legacy
You on point tip, I use to love that joint
I like how he made sure his man was on point
The native tongue, they made rapping look easy
The cause of his death, sugar diabetes

[chorus]
when somebody die
It’s always kind words said
Cuz you never suppose to speak ill of the dead
Take these bars and play em in the Cemetary
This is the 2016 Obituary

[Verse 3]
George Michael, singer, producer, writer
When it was time to hit those notes, he went higher
Born June 25th, 1963, In London
Who knew he would make history?
One of the best selling Brittish acts of all times
Two Grammys, AMA
How bright did he shine
The cause of his death, heart failure
We not promised tomorrow, that’s what I’m tryna tell ya

R.I.P Alan Thicke
R.I.P Shorty Lo
R.I.P Kimbo Slice
R.I.P Fidel Castro
R.I.P Nancy Reagan
R.I.P Afeni Shakur
R.I.P Ms Cleo
I send an R.I.P to Tommy Ford
R.I.P big kap
R.I.P vanity the Queen
R.I.P Craig Sager
R.I.P Radio Raheem

2016 Obituary I swear
I hope I don’t have to do this next year

Dave East – What A Year

[Verse: Dave East]
(East side, wo!)
I like my women to be pure, no Juicy Couture
Outfits down south, trips for raw i’m tryna get more
I hid the pistol In the store right under the chips
My outfit come with a grip, in love with her lips
I just to hide the work in her mother crib
Things changes now I don’t even know where her mother live
She don’t call me Dave East, address me by my government
Told me pay my taxes before you owe the government
Complexion mocha, inner section with smokers
Face mean I bet you nigga never approach her
Told the homie I had to kill it for the culture
I come to compliment not insult ya, I can coach ya
Give you the play it’s hard to give you a day
Couple hours blowing sour you know I’m not finna stay
Them other niggas is cowards, I promise they in the way
Couple dollars let’s pick us a [?] so we can play
Now we gettin’ massages, forgings and them garages
I’ve been having ménages, princess cuts is flawless
Just to sit the truck you got to be gorgeous
You bad without speakin’ ma you ain’t got to be talkin’
She’s like a [] leaking all on my seats
We get tired of the city our weekends be on the beach
We creepin’ in and out the sheets, she was in and out the jep
I turn women out to freaks, I was in her mouth this week
I’ve got a million mouths to feed, that’s why i’m in and out these streets
A hundred bitches on my line, but i’m just in and out these beats
Brought the hammer everywhere ’cause we was in and out beef
My little L.A. bitch had me eating In ‘n Out for weeks
First class to LaGuardia I’m right back to New York time
A lot of niggas renting their jewelry, but I bought mine
Mind the of trap, you can’t double back if you cross lines
Them forty fives jam so this time I only bought nines
Niggas only respect homicide and chalk lines
Talking ’bout the coupe, I’m tryna Porsche mine
I’m tryna hurt the strip, them little baggies just to hurt the tip
Crack smoke my clothes before I even learned to whip
No handouts I don’t wan’t it if I ain’t earnin’ it
Weed and pills I was servin’ it, jumpin’ out of suburban
All ice like George Gervin, on flights I lost service
Your type be all nervous, the Maybach got orange curtains
And I’m just on my Birking, what you hearing in these verses the same nigga in person
Cuzzo doing the stretch, he caught 8 of off ‘caine purchase
Niggas claim they the hottest they music I ain’t heard it
Guess it ain’t worth it
That shit you be doing just ain’t working
I got a different lawyer they came with the same verdict
And I can get you broad day light, like Wayne Perry
Potato on the witnesses saying that they ain’t heard it

[Speaking]
Only the real recognize what I’m doing. From the bottom, nowhere else but up, million dollar deal, did that. Need millions for all my niggas, gang. Fuck happened to D’Angelo this that shit, East Side, uh! New year, new money, new diamonds, no new niggas! hahah

Jessi‚ Microdot‚ Dumbfoundead & Lyricks – K.B.B (가위바위보)

[Intro: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]

Microdot, half the YOX
And one bad man, I’m a 나쁜 남자
I should go first, 내가 먼저 해야지
덤파형은 바쁘니깐
I wear my beanies like Gil from Leessang
피쳐 할 때는 진짜 비싸
But these my bros from west to east side
If you ain’t my bro then fuck the peace sign
Like 가위바위보
Your bitch got my wifi code
Im rich bitch my life dope, yeah
Lit like a night light, 잘자
Nothin’ like a nightlife, quite like Seoul
All of my bitches they stay out in Sinsa
I switch up the girls 들을 이차
Drop ’em all off in a 빈 차애
90 degrees when they 인사
Kick it with nothing but real heads
Cause I ain’t got time for no bullshit
Bottom of shoes lookin’ real red
Like 아저씨 drinkin’ at 술집
I got a visa from here to Ibiza
We puttin’ in work, work, work
Rock paper scissors, I guess I’m the winner
So let me go first, 가위바위보

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 2: Lyricks]
I took a red eye
And landed, showered
Then met up with Micro, Dummy, got 배달
And jumped in the rover, then sped up to Cheonho
Jessi came through the studio
And turned it into mother fuckin’ 1OAK
Yall know, my Wells Fargo lookin’
Like a 한국 전화번호 (digits)
Bad rap, we the illest independent homie, that’s that
Master of ceremony, bring the cash back
Pound a 40 like a hashtag
Step to us get ur ascap’d
Big numbers when I do that show
I-95 how I move that dope
I got drive, NY to Seoul
It’s the YOX for the few that know
Yeah, Rollin’ with the YOX
We the best it gets lonely on the top
No stress cuz’ I’m homies with the dot
No rest, 넌 벌써 졸리냐
Weak boy
Lemme set it straight, lemme educate
Lemme give a taste, let me embed it inside of your mind
So every time you hear me sayin’ that I’m one of the greats
I’m not sayin’ it to finish a rhyme motherfucker

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 3: Microdot]
누가 먼저 가위바위보
From buses to drivin’ that Rove
Mom now drippin’ and cookin’ in gold
Makin’ that music and bakin’ that soul
Cake, cake, cake, so much cake
We could run a baking sale
AK, AK
That’s that Auckland city lifestyle
That’s game boy, that major league
Self-made, no lottery
40,000 feet up in the air (up in the air)
No economy
Going coast to coast, to shows to shows
Don’t mean to brag and boast my nose
My success came with no strings
Attached, I’m my own boss
Talkin’ bout bars, no snickers
And no not the one under my zippers
I cut and paste, and rearrange man
I go dumb dumb with my lyrics
Bitches be bitchin and jealousy be hittin’
Them kittens like the Kardashians
내가 뭘 하고 어딜 가던
얼마 벌고 어디애다 쓰건
Don’t worry bout me, I’m makin’ a livin’
Nothin’ came free, nada was given
Young fat boy straight outta New Zealand
Feelin’ good vibes, Dumb, Rick and Million
About to play a game, rock paper scissors
Three dope boys, yes we the trillest
No new friends, this is family business
Oh, and my sister, Jessi

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Outro: Jessi]
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said

De la Ghetto – Cali Kush

Siempre fumo bueno, weed de cali nigga
Siempre acicalado a wes freshly
Siempre en el bloque chillin with my homies

Dicen que son gansgter, yo soy lioni
No vengas a roncar que son los más, más duroEscuchan el plomazo y ya están dando culo

My money and sex my money
Y la camisa siempre esta oliendo a crippy

Con las J en mis pies, con la suela clean
Una paca en el bolsillo que no tiene fin
Todas las babys de De La Geezy tirandome al pin
Por la rueta, la cubana rafaelo king

No se equivoque con el geezy baby
Que a tu gata yo le hago un baby
Y después te lo achacan y tu cree que es tuyo
Cundo nace se parece a Geezy baby

Ellos se molestan por que, la calle es de nosotros
Las mujeres son de nosotros y los combos son de nosotros
Por que fumo de lo bueno, chingo bueno, todo nuevo
Huelo bueno, cuando llego en la jodienda europeo nigga

Siempre fumo bueno, weed de cali nigga
Siempre acicalado a wes freshly
Siempre en el bloque chillin with my homies
Dicen que son gansgter, yo soy lioni
No vengas a roncar que son los más, más duro
Escuchan el plomazo y ya están dando culo

Capoteo a 100 millas en el maquinon
Que se la eche en la boca sin preocupación
Tet echas, culo echo, como a mi me gusta
Todo el bloque en la disco para dale a hooka

Siempre fesh, con la combi traía de la USA
Un poquito de sirope para soltar la tensión
Date dos cachas, rola otro blon
Pasa ese phellips no se mamon

Ellos se molestan por que, la calle es de nosotros
Las mujeres son de nosotros y los combos son de nosotros
Por que fumo de lo bueno, chingo bueno, todo nuevo
Huelo bueno, cuando llego en la jodienda europeo nigga

Siempre fumo bueno, weed de cali nigga
Siempre acicalado a wes fresh
Siempre en el bloque chillin with my homies
Dicen que son gansgter, yo soy lioni
No vengas a roncar que son los más, más duro
Escuchan el plomazo y ya están dando culo

Los chulitos
Ya tu sabes

Taylor Swift – Beautiful Eyes

Your beautiful eyes
stare right into my eyes
and sometimes
I think of you late at night
I don’t know why
I wanna be somewhere where you are
I wanna be where

You’re here
Your eyes are looking into mine
So baby make me fly
My heart has never felt this way before
I’m looking through your
I’m looking through your eyes

I wake up, I’m alive
In only a little while, I cry
‘Cause you’re my lullaby
So baby come hold me tight
’cause I, I
I wanna be everything you need
I wanna be where

You’re here
Your eyes are looking into mine
So baby make me fly
My heart has never felt this way before
I’m looking through your
I’m looking through your eyes

Just as long as your mine
I’ll be your everything tonight.
Let me love you
kiss you
baby let me miss you
Let me see your
Dream about
Dream about
Dream about your eyes
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Beautiful eyes

Taylor Swift – Better Than Revenge

[Intro]
Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did
Ha, time for a little revenge

[Verse 1]
The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and
I had it all, I had him right there, where I wanted him
She came along, got him alone, and let’s hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say sabotage

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I never saw it coming, wouldn’t have suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was stealing from

[Chorus]
She’s not a saint and she’s not what you think
She’s an actress, whoa
She’s better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys
On the playground won’t make you many friends
She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, HA!

[Verse 2]
She looks at life like it’s a party and she’s on the list
She looks at me like I’m a trend and she’s so over it
I think her ever present frown is a little troubling
And she thinks I’m psycho ’cause I like to rhyme her name with things

[Pre-Chorus 2]
But sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know
Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go
Oh they didn’t teach you that in prep school, so it’s up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

[Chorus]
She’s not a saint and she’s not what you think
She’s an actress, whoa
She’s better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys
On the playground won’t make you many friends
She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, HA!

[Bridge]
I’m just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him, but haven’t you heard?
I’m just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him, but I always get the last word
Whoa, whoa-ah-oh

[Chorus]
She’s not a saint and she’s not what you think
She’s an actress, whoa
She’s better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys
On the playground won’t make you many friends
She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, HA!

[Outro]
Do you still feel like you know what you’re doing?
Cause I don’t think you do, oh
Do you still feel like you know what you’re doing?
I don’t think you do, I don’t think you do
Let’s hear the applause
And show me how much better you are
See you deserve some applause
Cause you’re so much better
She took him faster than you could say sabotage