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Matt Citron – Save My Soul (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, oh that’s much better, that’s much better
Pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle
Yah, yeah

[Verse 1]
This been that shit that I was talking bout since ’95
I want those Gaga numbers, y’all just tryna feel the hype
You’re not my competition
Stop pretending, stop the tennis
Fuck with all that back and forth
I move with poise I see your tension
I see your feed and mentions
I see you need attention
I pay no mind to that cause time is money
And wasting my sense banking on you to get through the pressure’s a mean investment
You talk so smooth when it’s time to work never see the effort
I got no problem cutting ties off
Duck and ride off
I’m running game go check the bylaws
Set the bar high
I’m on a high board, dive
Feel like a cyborg, I
Still got my eyes close, high
Up in the sky more, ride
I cut the game with a sick precision with scissors
I snip my umbilical running straight out the womb to give ’em that I make sure that everything remains raw
Y’all just talk, everything remains blah
My dogs off of the leash
These broads offer their cars, catch feelings and they offer the lease
All for the love of the game are you fucking insane?
Tryna give my squad a mansion ‘for they take ’em away, damn

[Hook]
My life’s been running all these days gone away
That don’t say much oh no no
That don’t say much oh no no no
I can’t help my sinning I’m a sinner
Save my soul, save my soul
Lord save my soul
Can you save my soul

[Verse 2]
I don’t trust all the chitter chatter we dribble past you
Why you guard yourself?
Always caught in the wrong circle get lost in the sauce heard you’ve been buying your own batch
Thinking you’ll get it cracking by lighting your own match, uh
Was back in Chapman was rapping jacking for beats, hitting practice at 5AM up till one and sometimes three
Tryna’ burn it on both ends but was watching it burn me
Watching them all watching like when will he fall see like
My girl told me "uh fuck it we good"
Untouchable must’ve been running misunderstood
Knew there was something telling me jump and knew that I could, but I couldn’t get away long enough to jump in for good
I’ve seen a lot of people fall and a lot of them pass
A lot of them shot themselves in the foot when the gas was at half empty and that envy that’s sending you back setting your clock to a whole nother rhythm must’ve been bad I mean
I went from rapping in vacant basements to rapping in front of faces amazing to see me rapping on stages
And changing my escalation making accountable statements, the statements in my account looking great I’m loving the changes ahh

[Hook]
My life’s been running all these days gone away
That don’t say much oh no no
That don’t say much oh no no no
I can’t help my sinning I’m a sinner
Save my soul, save my soul
Lord save my soul
Can you save my soul

Matt Citron – One Time (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Verse 1]
Open windows out this bedroom looking out
No wonder I can’t get my head cool when I’m out
They start to change the conversation ask me how I’m feeling
But I’ve been missing what they said so I’m running out
Think they’ve been passing what I’m doing if it’s hits ’em cool
I still remember what I told you in that empty room
You said that this is all you need that’s all you really knew but something in your head is like what happened do something change the channel get a handle on this shit
Get a camera for the script
And get a manual ’cause damn you know you planned it how know it gets and I can’t seem to find a reason not to change your mind
You left I think you tried to message back but never mind
Feels like the city gets too comfortable sometimes
It’s getting smaller
I stayed the same they keep on asking if I’m getting taller
I got my, head in clouds
Foot on the gas
And found you’re losing where you started now you’re looking to crash yeah
Found you’re losing where you started now you’re looking to crash yeah, yeah

[Hook]
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud
Look
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud

One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud

[Verse 2]
Long flights
Cold winters and hotter summers
And after all of this shit I never forgot your number
I had to call you up to tell where I’ve been
Know I’ve spent some time away from the city you must’ve seen it coming
My friends are running from something they can’t predict
And my closest circle is shifting might take a step and you slip
Oh well
Life moving
Look back and you might fall
Lately got me focused on wondering what’s the right call
‘Cause you ain’t looking for it
And I know that’s the truth
You keep deflecting all these questions they’ve been asking you
You tell em where you’re headed
Keep thinking they don’t get it
Just going over all the shit you know you had to do
Back to New York
Back to me reminiscing
Back to me going back to you
Back to you going missing
But look
I got the team right behind me I’m feeling good as hell
Never had a worry bout where I’m going know you could tell

[Hook]
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud
Yeah
One time for that A-Town shit
One time for the same old kid
One time for that New York sound
One time just to make y’all proud

Matt Citron – 404 (feat. Cyhi The Prynce & Mone) (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro: Matt Citron]
ATL NTA GA 404
Yeah, No Gimmicks
Let me switch the flow up on em’ real quick
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Matt Citron]
Give it right back
Hit em with the rhythm like that
We were living tryna give em life back
Couldn’t feel em why’s that
Wise move not a tycoon
But we gotta get it busy like that
We were chilling right back in the building
When they gonna bill em for the feeling that he’s giving spilling tight raps
He been killing I know
Ride slow
Made her balance on a very tight rope
If you want it come and get it let the function cuz you know we gotta feel it like that
We been hooping alley ooping triple double never shy but we drilling like that
Drop the top go chips and guac we dip the whip and hit road no ceiling like that
No limit in the all black tinted when they
All clap living like a villain might laugh
On Ponce rolling in the bucket Honda
Windows down who gave a fuck about him
Run n shoot we had the hot sauce still got the
Same sauce but now I’m cooking ramen
Looking different when we hit the city
Candy color couping got em sitting pretty
Look at City add the R-O-N
Know we had the broads
You just borrowed them in the

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce]
(Yeah) I’m so Moreland Ave, Georgia Bap
Box Chevy, Water raft
My life was headed towards the trap
Pounds of lettuce, quarter halves
When ya selling better know ya math
Never let em catch ya sleeping can’t afford a nap
12 Pulled me over for my autograph
But I didn’t have nothing, Thank the lord for that
Midway park I was quarterback
Dropped out of school I was bored with that
My principle said I’d be a drug dealer and I wasn’t gon’ be nothing more than that
I ignored his ass, grabbed a scale
At 16 a nigga had bags to sell
Couldn’t get nothing to eat mad as hell
All I knew was keep the heat and don’t tattle tale
Had a bad little bitch who went to Avondale
Most of em wish they still had Cydel
East side nigga really had them belles
Riding down Glenwood in the black Chevelle
Broke a nail while I was trying to fill the mack with shells
Cuz I heard they looking for me and I’m not prepared
And y’all know where I’m at, All you gotta do is add the L
(Nigga)

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Verse 3: Money Makin’ Nique]
The coupe skate she like how he ride
Since 107.9 was 97.5
I had a squad of niggas, Me and several guys
I had a spot can’t discuss what we’d sell inside
But lemme take it further Brown Middle
Since Forces slouch socks sour skittles
Romona Debreaux with that ass it was swole
Coco Bruva was the nigga with the team that’s at home
Been off 20 since Fabo got beamed up
Went with Toomp niece and used to drive his truck
He don’t even know, Man I wish I could go
Take Greenbriar pictures, Stop at Eddies’ for the golds
The best place that ever did the best place that’s gon do it
The rest ain’t ever live it the rest ain’t goin through it
In this bitch feeling like Chris Wallace
Big Poppa I get dollars
9-6 is my Impala
On that Hennessy, finna hit Onyx
Finna hit miss she said the clit throbbing
Oh this yours bro, I’m a bitch robber
Nigga mad cuz his chick ridin
He can’t go shit he gon sit cryin
Nigga kap I just sit quiet
Crown Vic’s flyin
Sellin wic and buyin

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Outro: DJ Greg Street]
Matt Citron got them bangers, it’s another hot day in the ATL, Greg Street Radio, 103 degrees right now, tonight it’s Matt Citron back-to-back all night, on the hour, every hour, don’t touch your radio, this sounds brought to you by Crazy Dick’s Landscaping Service, "No Bush Too Deep for Dick" (Ha Oh My God)

Matt Citron – Never Worried (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro]
A lot of these peoples is coming incorrect dog like honestly they coming with the wrong shit
They coming out here talking about all that bullshit
Y’all some fucking losers dog, some fucking losers
You’re not kicking that shit
You’re not kicking that raw shit

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

[Verse 1]
Cheesesteak on a platter, batter up
I don’t talk a lot of shit, just add it up
Had enough, a lot of haters had a rush
Know it’s just a buzz, that don’t mean enough
I don’t feel the love, never feel the love
Know I got the touch, please don’t interrupt
Who were you before you were you?
New rappers like who is who?

[Break]
Now hold on hold on hold on
Run that shit the fuck back
Can’t nobody tell us we ain’t got the juice
We been eating like thanksgiving dinner on y’all motherfuckers
Been getting this guap
Citron bitch
Yo talk that shit bro, fuck ’em

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

[Verse 2]
Cheesesteak on a platter, batter up
I don’t talk a lot of shit, just add it up
Had enough, a lot of haters had a rush
Know it’s just a buzz, that don’t mean enough
I don’t feel the love, never feel the love
Know I got the touch, please don’t interrupt
Who were you before you were you?
New rappers like who is who?
Drink so much I’m seeing two of you
Now the bounce game got it through the roof
Got a salt stare, what I do to you?
Trying to talk it out to get it through to you
So big turn around and double back
All you dudes blow, where the bubble at?
Look at me now, who the fuck is that?
Looking clean now, who the fuck is that?
OG’s now, like we needed Matt
Who this white dude with the hater raps?
Think I’m nice too with the cedar bat
Take a swing at me, I go Ali with that
A lot of people talking I know who the rat is
Come around for the main attraction
The pic look good better make the caption
But y’all can’t write so it’s all distracting
Side tracked by like oouu the fact is
I can’t go back to the young and reckless
Let’s begin and get it in above the rim again, again
Like all we do is win
Sentimental instrumentals y’all get bent on shit I never said but still I back it up
Type of dude to see me out in public then run up to me and try to grin and dap me up
I don’t like the way your moving lately
You been shaky round me, got to watch around em
I been cautious bout em, I don’t talk about em
I don’t tell you things like how we used to do it
Things changed know you’re going through it
Made a hundred grand, I got it going stupid
Throw it all away and put it in the music
Do it all for you I hope I never lose it
I’ve been doing numbers
I’ve been doing shit I’ll never talk about
But you be going missing
I can feel the distance now I know they listening
Trying to split percentage, keeping all the winnings yeah

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

Matt Citron – Stay Down (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

[Verse 1]
Conversations with you about God and where I’m going
And talks with God about you and those same topics
Want to buy my mom a summer house off in the tropics where she can worry about the water and not the contents in our wallets
Got some things moving and booming now it has to be major
Skipped on a major been running court the scores in my favor
Knew this was coming since Chapman Hall with the music playing
Only concerned with discussions from what the crew was saying
Like who was playing those records back in the early days
And who was checking me then
While looking back on those hurricanes in my freshman year so thankful when I took the flight
It changed my life when I played my cards and I rolled the dice
I talked to Ethan and told him I think that year was a dream we just got to live and those beats we kept on repeat just might take us above the rim and around the country if not the globe
Those big talks in a small room we just had to grow

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

[Verse 2]
Run it back
Don’t ask to see it I’m not done with that
I need that peace of mind that you might be the one for that
Fly out the country got you wondering just where I’m at
And if we’re good and if I’m gon’ prove it just make it last
Just make it happen and shit the team gon’ push it forever
I got my shit together
I got my squad on my jersey from A-T-L to New Jersey I always knew it was worth it they kept me humble and working
Remember searching for purpose back in the day when my only focus was true connection
I guess it still is but now they move when I send a message
I send my best to ones who neglected to find perspective
Or fell off the map when they never figured to check directions
Scared I’m losing all my friends by working this hard
I say I’m working for y’all
But they don’t see it like that
Searching for balance between obsession and passion I might be passing the limit I go missing still bring it right back yeah

[Hook]
Follow all the way don’t find a way out
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now
All my life been caught inside the chase now
How long can you stay down
How long can you stay down, now now

Matt Citron – Shallow Waters (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Verse 1]
Another night in the shallow water
Finding depths in a hollow bottle and a model body not a V12
Seats leather they heating well
Eating well ’cause I’m well spoken
Your bell’s broken mine’s ringing off
Kit the cat but can’t break ’em off
Kinda torn I can’t take ’em all
Learn ya something might do you good if you knew the way you’d find dues to pay
Who’s the realest?
Lately I put the I in realest I just don’t have the time to feel it
You just don’t have the grind to kill it
Keeping track of these bills is hard
Who’s the Russell and who’s the Walton it ain’t all black and white
Shades of grey in my hazel eyes I don’t cry behind them I ride with mine in mind
Mine is mine and mine blowing up and my ride or die might go parachute
So fuck your feelings and fuck your boo I might fuck her too then go ghost on her
I’m the one who does most honor
Mulan with that rouge on and dope cosigners
Grab the wheel with no ghost riders
Imma write em obituaries
Coldest booming in January
Born again back in 94 in my past life I was a half life and then a crack pipe and then an ancient King now I’m back and still killing things like uh

[Hook]
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Pimping strut
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Flip it up (yeah)

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain, that rain

[Verse 2]
But let’s get back to topic
‘Cause all your top picks are dropping shit and then head to the Sixers
Those losing records find new perspectives so rude to mention your crew right next mine
Who’s the next in line?
Who’s been texting my line and talking bout lies and walking past signs
I’m talking my p’s and off of my q’s
I’m high on that pussy power no booze when if and I choose to rip then I do then lift the mic too and hit the right cue and grip the right tool and switch the rhyme up
Pass and hit the right blunt
Feeling brave when I’m chiefing
Think tonight she might cut
But if she don’t then no worries
I am not the one hurried
I am not the one quick to run when you see me now it looks blurry very early
To call to game
Looking now and it’s all the same
Artists now are like forgers
Sketchy characters draw the same
Crew been running tight quarters
Investments all in right order
Rapping like I struck oil
Platinum plans that you foiled
Think about it you foiled
Y’all candy rappers in the lunchroom
Can’t be acting like touch fouls when you lose your head way too much soon but I’m poised

[Hook]
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Pimping strut
Grip the clutch
Drip to flood
Mister what
Flip it up (yeah)

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain

I am so far from the way I was
Still I feel young with my sleeves rolled up
Leaves on the ground did the seasons change?
Only see green when I need that rain, that rain

[Skit]
(Voicemail:)
"Oh shocker it’s your fucking voicemail. I know you see me calling and texting you Matt. You can’t ignore me forever. You know what, don’t even bother. I’m fucking done. Bye."

21 Savage – 100 Lyrics

(Intro)
21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y’all know what the f..k popping
Slaughter Gang s**t
21, 21

(Chorus)
Choppa on me hold a 100, (100
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100, 200
Choppa on me hold a 100, 300
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21, 21

(Verse 1)
Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your ni**a, gun him
Pull up on your ni**as running
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clapping
Slaughter Gang known for whacking
Slaughter Gang known for trapping
21
I’m 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bi**h
Groupie bi**hes, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bi**h, play with her nose, snort coke
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze, bling, blaow
So rich I bought my bi**h a ring for her toe, rich ni**a s**t
50 thousand on me, hol up, 100 thousand on me, hol’ up
200 on a Bentley, hol up I’m in this bi**h doing donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bi**h
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
ZL6 you know it’s rented bi**h
Ni**as faking and we run it, bi**h

Rich Homie Quan feat. YFN Lucci – Ya Ya Lyrics

(Intro – Rich Homie Quan)
Wooh!
Lucci with me
Quan with me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we some young fly rich homies, ya dig that?
I’mma go get me a new chain, feel me, listen and say that

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 1 – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
I get that money for sure, money stacked up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston f**king with lil Rob
Before all the stripping, before the galore
Before the galore I had millions and more
Before the tour I had been ran it up
Shaking and shivering when I went to court
Take it or give it but I want it all, I want it all
I’mma take it all, she know I’m gon do it, I want it all
Tryna get me a hundred million before I go, I want it all
Yeah I want it all
Rich homie baby!
Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!
I want it all like I never had it
Never had nothing don’t do no bragging
Steal from me one time wrap him up and
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for ransom
I f**k with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I’m eating bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
Ay Quan tell em what you got on you

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah

(Verse 2 – YFN Lucci)
I put them bricks in the back
I get em going that’s a fact
They know that I’m strapped
I wanna sip on some Act
When I pull up they say no he can go back
You know I pay cash, you know I got 2 on the dash
You know all these f**k ni**as mad
You know I don’t wanna hear nothing bout the shit that you had
And I don’t wanna speak on the past, bi**h you can’t sleep in my pad
All of this ice on me, all of this ice on me bi**h let’s go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I don’t need no bi**h na**ing
And all of this money, man all of these problems
All problems we gon be revolving, and if we revolving we gon solve the problems
And I don’t really be capping
The time to cap, bi**h I’m bout the action
When I pull up they gon know ain’t no asking
Pour up a four then we go and get active
It 4 in the morning, I’m up and I’m ready
Gotta get full off them muthaf**king karats
I gotta have it I’m a muthaf**king savage

(Chorus – Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci)
Money stuffed in these pockets got a f**k ni**a looking like
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on a f**k ni**a baby momma got a ni**a feeling like
Yeah yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me riding like
Yeah yeah yea
Two seater, is that yo baby momma with me
Yeah yeah yea
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young ni**as serving
Yeah yeah yea
Toting on me and the juice on me, man you know I’m riding dirty
Yeah yeah yea
Put the G-L-E in the H-O-V can’t be doing no swerving
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah can’t be doing no swerving yeah
Yeah yea

T-Pain feat. Zoey Dollaz – Feel Like I’m Haitian Lyrics

(Verse 1 – T-Pain)
Got a motherf**king six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playing, I ain’t scared of em
Tell them pu**y ni**as let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon go left
Yeah, cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bi**hes sitting by the torch
My ni**as got that flare, screaming you your
Different neighborhood
Craz
The police don’t even come round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming f**k them other bi**hes
See me in the streets with that flag on my face

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m

(Verse 2 – Zoey Dollaz)
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian ni**a’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either f**k with us or don’t
Ni**a we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask em how them Haitian ni**as do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah ni**a, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom

(Verse 3 – T-Pain)
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Ni**a you gon find out
Ni**a this is my house
And i’ll put a pussy ni**a up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbing and weaving, I send them round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bi**h I’m with gon pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that s**t, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My ni**as got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian ni**as come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I’m feeling like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m

Cassiya – Liberte Zom lyrics

Libertй zom bizin ziste
Libetй zom bizin cosй dificile }2

Si nou tou conscien ki nou tou pareil
Nou pou bizin trouve nou libertй }2

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame bizin lйvй
Pour nou ale trouve nou libertй

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame lйvй
Pour nou ale trouve nou libertй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne sйl l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente pensй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne sйl l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente mentalitй

C pour ca ki zom pan kore trouve so libertй }4

Libertй zom bizin ziste
Libetй zom bizin cosй dificile }2

Si nou tou conscien ki nou tou pareil
Nou pou bizin trouve nou libertй }2

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame bizin lйvй
Pou nou ale trouve nou libertй

For dй pa ki nou assisй
Nou tou ensame lйvй
Pou nou ale trouve nou libertй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne sйl l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente pensй

Lor la terre bon diй
Ti crй nou tou
Dan йne seul l’espri
Cote йna bocou
Bocou difйrente mentalitй

C por ca ki zom pan kore trouve so libertй }4

Zom femme
Femme zom
Tou lй dй bizin morche ensame }6

Zom femme
Femme zom
Tou lй dй bizin morche ensame }5…

Stephanie Mabey – The Zombie Song lyrics

Our love story
Could be kinda gory.
Far from boring,
We’d meet at a post-apocalypse.
Yeah, I’d be slowly walking,
In a group stalking you,
You’d be the only man alive
That I could not resist.

Then all of your friends,
They’d try to kill us.
But only because
They’d be jealous
That our love is deeper than Edward
And Bella’s.

Oh, if I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart, yeah, oh.
If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart,
‘Cause I want ya.

You’d be hiding in
A second floor apartment,
Knocking all the stairs down,
To save your life
From the undead.
Double-barrel shotgun,
Taking out the slow ones
Then you’d see the passion
Burning in my eye.
And I’d keep my head.

Then all of your friends,
They’d try to kill us.
But only because
They’d be jealous
That our love is deeper than Edward
And Bella’s.

Oh, if I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart, yeah, oh.
If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart,
‘Cause I want ya.

And I’d try not to bite and infect you because,
I’d respect you too much.
Yeah, that’s why I’d wait until we got married.
Oh, and our happiest days would be spent
Picking off all your friends
And they’d see a love this deep won’t stay buried.

If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart, yeah, oh.
If I were a zombie,
I’d never eat your brain.
I’d just want your heart,
Yeah, I’d want your heart,
I’d just want your heart,
‘Cause I want ya.

The Living Tombstone – I Can’t Fix You lyrics

[Verse]
I’ve been trying for so long
To sing you the right song
To show you something different every day
So you hear what I have to say
Like puzzle pieces
And now we’re here at a standstill
I wonder if you feel
The kind of pain that rips your insides out?
That’s something I know all about,
Shocking, ain’t it?

[Chorus]
Is it because I can’t be her
Made your mistakes and make me hurt
I can’t fix you
Is it because I can’t be her
Made me awake and make me hurt
I can’t fix you!

[Verse]
I can feel my heart breaking,
Mistakes I’ve been making
I’m running out of patience to pretend
This isn’t how I’ll let it end,
My feigning fading
You’ve been mourning your loss here,
And that’s grinding my gears
How can a human lose their self control
There’s nothing left to make you whole
I’m done explaining

[Bridge]
This is what happens when you leave it to someone else
If you want it done right you should do it yourself
You oversaturate your world with nothing but machines
You might make everyone happy but you’re dead just like me

[Verse]
And now we’re here at a standstill
I wonder if you feel
The kind of pain that rips your insides out?
That’s something I know all about,
Shocking, ain’t it?
We have a lot more in common
Than you would be calm with
It’s like we’re the same person, me and you
We both don’t know we can do…

[Chorus]
Is it because I can’t be her
Made your mistakes and make me hurt
I can’t fix you
Is it because I can’t be her
Made me awake and make me hurt
I can’t fix you!

Umberto Alongi – 3 Minuti lyrics

Nella terra dei sogni e del tempo
Negli occhi della gente
Sulla strada bruciata dal sole
Un giorno che non sai
Un silenzio sarà anche per te
Più feroce di quello che c’è
Tre minuti e poi,
E ancora un altro si

Sarà musica o ghiaccio sul muro
O l’aria che si gira
Quando il tempo si ferma e sta li
Qualcuno passerà
Dammi ancora le mani se vuoi
Non c’è pace per te se non stai
Tre minuti e poi
Con le lacrime

Tre minuti e poi
Se vuoi piangere
Se vuoi ridere
Tre minuti e poi
Cercando l’occasione per te di vivere

E’ una bolla di vetro che va
E’ come un vecchio disco
Di un amore che non senti più
Che ti legherà
Come fosse di spazio e di te
Quel bisogno di vita che c’è
Tre minuti e poi
Con le lacrime

Tre minuti e poi
Se vuoi piangere
Se vuoi ridere
Tre minuti e poi
Cercando l’occasione per te di vivere

Dietro le tende c’eri tu
Già nascosta dentro me
Consapevole del rischio
Di sentirti ancora un po
Di mancarmi ancora un po

Tre minuti e poi
Se vuoi piangere
Se vuoi ridere
Tre minuti e poi
Cercando l’occasione per te di vivere
Cercando l’occasione per te di vivere

Sebby – Monochrome No Kiss lyrics

Tenga e Ni ilo a nakuta
Monurocuro hukinu keru
Tsuzushi Yubi, Temaneku mama ni

Oketa tono ina kina
Howote ita ina watashi wo
Yasishe ku tsukuta
Uweku ge ude asobu

Yomene wa shiko sura
Ai no ketechi wo sukasu
Dokunoremo, e wa ma wusunda
Kaneta kiwa misa

Kitete ta tono mara
Tsu tsumarete o wa ti ai
Sonomegaima No uau ta shiku
Atsu adu adaketu

Yasishe kute
Atsu kute
I kawami kisu de

Ino wata tiayo sigonjaru
Shikita terashiteruuuuuu

Alyssa Bonagura – Leaving This Heartache For A Song lyrics

Well the snow falls down in Cambridge
But it skips the icy ground
It must have known that life’s to fragile
To ever be held down
And it’s tellin’ me there must be something
Tryin’ to move on
So I’m leavin’ this heartache for a song

There’s always something missing
Around here in my home
Guess when life keeps moving faster
It gets harder on your own
And God must think I’m crazy
When I say I feel alone
So I’m leavin’ this heartache for a song.

And the days keep getting shorter
And my heart keeps wearin’ thin
And the only thing that ever stays the same here anymore
Is the air I leave when I walk out the door.

And I got everything I’ve ever wanted, and more
But I still don’t know just what I’m lookin’ for

My heart got ??? in Nashville
And it’s tearin’ me apart
Cause when you want someone that you can’t have
You live life in the dark
And that’s far from what I’d want my love to feel like when I’m gone
So I’m leavin’ this heartache for a song.

And the days keep getting shorter
And my heart keeps wearin’ thin
There’s nothin’ that can keep us here
Together anymore, and the miles
Keep runnin’ from your door.

I got everything I’ve ever wanted, and more
But I still don’t know just what I’m lookin’ for

Oohh ooh ooh ah ah ah, ahh ahh ahh ahh

The only thing that ever stays the same here anymore
Is the air I leave when I walk out the door
And I got everything I ever wanted, and more
But I still don’t know just what I’m lookin’ for

No, I still don’t know just what I’m, I’m lookin’ for

Jeremih – All The Way lyrics

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No! No! [?]
You’ll shoot your eye out kid
Merry Christmas

Wait, jingle bells all the way
Aye, on your [?] make that shake
Got about three hoes on my sleigh
And tryna’ tee up Christmas day
Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way
Got all them bells on the shake
Got bout three hoes on the way
Got bout three hoes on my slight
Legs up (Hello Kity?)
Hell yeah (I wanna prove)
It’s giving season (but you got a man)
Yeah yeah (tell him I don’t care)
I’m in the spirit (yeah yeah)
She cool as [?]

I don’t play (legs up)
See my face (hell yeah)
Have a seat (oh yeah)
Make them play (hell yeah)
She can’t wait (yeah yeah)
Still awake (spread awake)
To open yeah, it’s Christmas Day
(jingle bells on the way) all the way!
(on your [?], make it shake) I make it shake!
(got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh) up on my sleigh!
I tried to tee up on this day I give it every day!
(Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way) all the way!
(got them bells all on the sleigh) I give it every day!
(I got three hoes every day) I brought them away
(I got three hoes in my sleigh) Aye!

I keep you close, hallowed in snow
Call your santa clothes
That’s what Christmas for

Hey, I got Gina on the way (on the way)
Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
Tell them jingle bells all the way (all the way)
Bells [?] make them shake (make them shake)
I got three hoes on the way (up on the way)
They tryna to tee up Christmas day (up everyday)

Tell me what you wish for, should I get off?
And I’ll be right there to set it off
I’ll be right there to deck the halls
Either your love or none at all
And your presence is a present for me
For Christmas or just because
It’s either your love or none at all
Your love or none at all

Christmas!
Oh, I love Christmas
Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year
I buy Christmas gifts, but just because, because you’re supposed to
Jesus
Autotune that for me
Jesus
I buy Christmas gifs
Jesus is [?]
I swear to God if you leave my vocals like that
Autotune my shit and put them, put them Travis Scott effects on it

Chance The Rapper – Snowed In lyrics

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I’ll be home for Christmas
Whether everybody say
I’ll be right there on the sleigh, for you
I’ll be home for Christmas
[?]
Pull up on you in the sleigh

No you got them gifts for me (yeah, yeah)
Hope you do them tricks for me (yeah, yeah)
No, you on my list, shawty (yeah, yeah)
Roll up some [?] for me (yeah, yeah)
Baby every Christmas eve
Won’t be right, you next to me
Tell me you gon’ ride on a sleigh
Whatever you wanna see
Can I be your [?]
Every year on Christmas eve

Now we ain’t got to hit the club
No you call this bundle love
I’m just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn’t obvious
It’s a white Christmas at the crib
Tryna get snowed in
I’m gon wrap [?]
Go and show me what it is

Now we ain’t got to hit the club
No you call this bundle love
I’m just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn’t obvious
It’s a white Christmas at the crib
Tryna get snowed in
I’m gon wrap [?]
Go and show me what it is

Where you at? Come slide
I could really use a ride
When the Uber has arrived
I won’t even come inside
I just wanna catch a ride
Roll a wood, catch a vibe
We could have a silent night
[?] by your side

You won’t need them [?]
Give it to you proper, yes sir
Stay the night, baby here’s a shirt
(I [?] into me)
Let’s get close and blame it on the weather
Girl you know you deserve so much better
Let’s make a snowman and ball together
([?] on Christmas eve)

Now we ain’t got to hit the club
No you call this bundle love
I’m just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn’t obvious
It’s a white Christmas at the crib
Tryna get snowed in
I’m gon wrap [?]
Go and show me what it is

Now we ain’t got to hit the club
No you call this bundle love
I’m just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn’t obvious
It’s a white Christmas at the crib
Tryna get snowed in
I’m gon wrap [?]
Go and show me what it is

Girl, you saying that’s fresh
Tell me how you like my Santa hat
[?] that’s how we take it back
[?] up in a bag

I make her scream [?]
Yeah, while she cooking hamburger [?]
She on the [?] help

It ain’t nothing no-one can tell her
Hello mama in the pink
You would look good in a mink
They all say the same thing
All my exes say jinx

What you want, [?]
[?]
They ain’t even gotta change
[?]

Now we ain’t got to hit the club
No you call this bundle love
I’m just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn’t obvious
It’s a white Christmas at the crib
Tryna get snowed in
I’m gon wrap [?]
Go and show me what it is

(Girl you slay, I love her)
Now we ain’t got to hit the club
No you call this bundle love
(Baby you slay, I love her)
I’m just tryna get some love
I hope it wasn’t obvious
(Girl you slay, I love her)
It’s a white Christmas at the crib
Tryna get snowed in
(Girl you slay, I love her)
I’m gon wrap [?]
Go and show me what it is
(Girl you slay, I love her)
(Baby you slay, I love her)
(Girl you slay, I love her)
(Baby you slay, I love her)

Chance The Rapper – Stranger At The Table lyrics

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I know you don’t wanna be by yourself
Got who you want around
I know I’m not that nigga that you’re just playing for now
You used to be my Juliet and I was Romeo
Where were you when there’s strangers at the table?
Wishing it was you, telling you
Oh baby, give me one more chance
To get my shit together
That man next to you, he’s playing with your heart
Now I’m decorating this tree all alone
Under the mistletoe, no
Only thing missing is my Xmas at home

I know this sound crazy
But you’re still my baby
You’ll always be my baby
(My Xmas at home)
You don’t understand me
I can’t go, I can’t leave
I always had a family
You could pick the phone up
We could be some grown ups
You won’t be alone any longer
We’d be so much stronger
Come on, baby Jesus was a baby
Let’s do it for the baby, the baby, the baby

Oh baby, give me one more chance
To get my shit together
That man next to you, he’s playing with your heart
Now I’m decorating this tree all alone
Under the mistletoe, no
Only thing missing is my Xmas at home

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I’m just a man, that’s all I am
Last Christmas was a warzone
We should call it Wala Cam
At the crib with all the fam
Aunty Cam an all the fam
And they act like Maury
They say “where’s your shawty?”
Uh, I just wish I could be more in the mix
You are the star in the morning I miss
You are my Christmas tree ornament
Looking just like [?]
Don’t you know I love you, Sadie?
Don’t you know I love you, lady?
Time busting, don’t save me
This is how my daddy raised me
I know this sound crazy
But you’re still my baby
You’ll always be my baby
You don’t understand me

You don’t understand me
I can’t go, I can’t leave
I always had a family
You could pick the phone up
We could be some grown ups
You won’t be alone any longer
We’d be so much stronger
Come on, baby Jesus was a baby
Let’s do it for the baby, the baby, the baby

Jeremih – Joy lyrics

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Christmas, this Christmas, is a time for joy
Is a time for joy, is a time for joy
Lil Jezus, was a little wore
Was a little wore, was a little wore
So forget about love, forget about love
Let’s get right back to joy
(Get right back to joy, get right back to joy)

Baby let’s light up the Christmas tree
‘spite the hangover, the Hennessy
Spread the love that hit the coldest weather
Jingle bells is all I could remember
T’is the season we just spread the cheer
Christmas caroling, we door-to-door
Can’t forget you, is what we [?] for
We can, we can back to the joy

Got some high tryna for you babe
Silent nights just set me up
Can tell me that you know you my angel
We should make snow angel doves
Outside, lookin’ Christmas at you are just what I’m thinkin’ of
Favourite time of the year

Christmas, this Christmas, is a time for joy
Is a time for joy, is a time for joy
Lil Jezus, was a little wore
Was a little wore, was a little wore
So forget about love, forget about love
Let’s get right back to joy
(Get right back to joy, get right back to joy)

Chance The Rapper – I’m Your Santa lyrics

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Chance The Rapper – I Shoulda Left You lyrics

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Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a golo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that bitch, flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your babies
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chance The Rapper – The Tragedy lyrics

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Oooh, snow is fallin’
Oooh, winter is callin’
Winter is callin’ you, oooh
Oooh, snow is fallin’
Oooh, winter is callin’
Winter is callin’ you, oooh, oooh

Old man, sittin’ on the corner
Old man, been there four years
Old man, weepin’ on the corner
Tryna find what’s his
Old man weepin’ in the corner
Cold again, it snowed again
Old man waitin’ by the corner
Waitin’ on winter again
He needs help
He needs help
He needs Heaven
He needs Heaven
Old man waitin’ by the corner
Old man drinkin’ by the corner
Tryna find somewhere warmer
Some place that he can get warmer tonight
Winter’s coming
Winter’s coming
Old man sittin’ on the corner
Tryna find what’s his

When I was your craving and only this mattered
This jingle bell sanctified, sugared in batter
Our heathenous appetite, ever and after
Like Christmas will save us and bathe us in rapture
Mr. Happy, Mr. Matrimony
Mr. Half-A-Block-Away-From-Stony
I love you
There’s something hauntin’, dauntin’ ’bout your presence
Casper essence, ghost of Christmas past
Phantom of unraveling his laugh
Opera, string quartet
Curtain’s up, but the whole room darkened up
I know winter was callin’ you
Me baby, my baby
He Chris with the Kringle in rooms filled with ladies
They lovin’ his presence, a blessin’ a blessin’
I’m guessin’ you happy
I’m knowin’ you answered
When winter was callin’ you

Jeremih – Chi Town Christmas lyrics

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Snow’s in the air
Tree everywhere
Wind from the lake
Something in the air
Christmas is here
Bring your lady, chill
[?]
Only in the [?]
Pretty ring, I know
But she hit the phone
Just what she own
Saw her on the streets
Tim’s on my feet
Best time to give
Chi-Town it is
Fam all around
Trying to run the down
Love how it smells
Bucket full of wings
Trying to give about five golden rings
Balling for the chill’s
Drinks on, get your smoke on
When I break, no school zone
Footwork, yeah, get your step on on

Merry, merry christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest

Jeremih on the beat
Lighting up a tree
7 nominees
I cannot believe
Pray for ’79th
Pray for ’79th
For a city all the way over to the East
Now I’m flying in
Where you wanna land?
Million pair again
Big frost bucks
Baby, finna hit the plaza
Grab a couple plasma’s
You don’t want no asthma
Hot sauce on my wings
Nights at the ring
These are a few of my fav things

Merry, merry christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest
This is Chi-Town, this is a Chi-Town christmas
This is what we call a Chi-Town Christmas
This is how we do it in the Midwest

Chance The Rapper – Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama lyrics

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Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)

All them gifts need gift wrap
Buy a place, kickback
Christmas dinner you did that
Merry Christmas lil mama
I know you got it from your mama
Everyday, not Christmas, you gifted on my mama
Out from Spain, she like the way that I sang
She don’t tell me what she want
I know just what she want
Mistletoe with your misses
I’m all that she misses
I’m with my fam, I’m with my blood
I swear this Bhristmas
Mama house not [?]
Eating good got big dishes
Get along, long distance
Text me with Santa pictures I say

Happy Birthday Jesus

All I want for Christmas is some pretty bitches
With some tig ol bitties, and is you fuckin’ wit me
Lil mama let me bang, bang, bang, bang
Lil mama let me bang, bang, bang, bang
All I want for Christmas , All I want for Christmas
Christmas, Christmas , Christmas
Lil mama let me bang, bang, bang, bang

Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)
Merry Christmas Lil’ Mama (yeah yeah)

21 Savage – 100 lyrics

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21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y’all know what the fuck poppin’
Slaughter Gang shit
21, 21

Choppa on me hold a 100 (100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (200)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (300)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21, 21)

Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your nigga, gun him
Pull up on your niggas runnin’
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clappin’
Slaughter Gang known for whackin’
Slaughter Gang known for trappin’
21
I’m 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bitch
Groupie bitches, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (blow, blow, blow)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bitch, play with her nose (snout coke)
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze (bling, blaow)
So rich I bought my bitch a ring for her toe (rich nigga shit)
50 thousand on me, hol’ up, 100 thousand on me, hol’ up
200 on a Bentley, hol’ up I’m in this bitch doin’… donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bitch
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
ZL6 you know it’s rented bitch
Niggas fakin’ and we run it, bitch

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (ra!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (graa!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

MONDO COZMO – Shine lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stick with me Jesus through the comin’ storm
I’ve come to you in search of something I have lost
Shine down a light on me and show a path
I promise you I will return if you take me back

[Chorus]
Let ’em get high
Let ’em get stoned
Everything will be alright if you let it go
Let ’em get high
Let ’em get stoned
Everything will be alright if you let it go

[Verse 2]
My friends are so alone and it breaks my heart
My friends don’t understand we all are lost
Shine down a light on them and show a path
I promise you they will return if you take ’em back

[Chorus]
Let ’em get high
Let ’em get stoned
Everything will be alright if you let it go
Let ’em get high
Let ’em get stoned
Everything will be alright if you let it go

Kevin Gates – Free to Love Lyrics

[Chorus]
They all say this path I chose
Is a rocky road
I ain’t never back down from shit
Let’s rock and roll

There’s a fire deep inside of me that grows
I did some things that you could read about

Say I’m Free to Love – take a look inside
And you could see that love’s a raging fire
You say I’m free to love somebody else
I try to leave since I’m not free to love
I try to leave since I’m not free to love
This lock and key makes me not free to love

You say I’m free to love somebody else
Take a look inside and see that love’s a raging fire

[VERSE 1]
Complications – no Carson Daily
Look who out here racing
From polices – frequent
High speed chases
Look who’s in the matrix – they say racist
And I say maybe – all my whites Caucasian

We fell in love – and carved a callin
Enchanted by the lingo
For ninety days we laughed and talked
About attitudes we ran across
We had so much in common
Now you say I’m disrespectful

I say stressful

If I’m not perfect why do things indecently
My heart still in the streets
I could leave and won’t be no need to speak at all

[Chorus]

[VERSE 2]
Suspenseful – if anything’s different
Then we should fix it
Take for instance crimes of passion committed
Left your heart injured – with resentment

Everything I did offensive love – I’m sorry for
Pray that your able to move forward
Though you all alone

And most of all I pray you free
And pray he give you strength
In all the areas you weak
To me you still a queen
May no one disagree
I said this once before
But when we locked up in the sheets

(it’s going down)
Kiss below your navel
Watch you make all sorts of faces
It’s the last train at the station
Catch a ride – without me’s homicide

Nothing’s on the top of me
? and velocity I’m fly
What makes you feel alive

[Chorus x2]

Chief Keef – Lower Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ballout]
From Starter jackets to Gucci, From Air Force 1’s to Louie
[?] icy like Boosie, Bitches throwing me coochie
Riding round’ with my shooters, Robin Jeans, I’m Buddah
Pouring lean I’m blue though, 9-11 the two door
Fire red like Rudolf, Imma’ wrap this hoe blue though
Moving more than U Haul, You ain’t real if you talk
That’s why they call me Ball, Cause’ all I know is Boss
Stacking hundreds’ in the wall, Spent a hundred at the mall
Paid a hundred for the car, Look like a walking lick, but I’m a walking dog
Nigga I’ll box you off

[Refrain: Ballout]
I ain’t Young Jeezy I ain’t swapping shit out
Pull the sticks out, Holo’s hit scalps

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I could show you the real definition of Lean, definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa waving out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G’s, the very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club, Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent 10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions that I don’t really know
I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this dope
Even though I real [?], my choppa real [?]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
In the Louie store, getting sized ; Foreign car, getting high
Bakery, getting pie; Look up, I’m in the sky
Off the two, energized; Big shells, get minimized
Wait the [?], exercise; She suck me now I’m paralyzed
Counting racks in bed, I’m finna’ get a sled
Got a bam bam in the car, Finna’ turn a nigga Fred
Take your name up off the lease, hit that bitch with a shred
Like eeny meeny miney mo, click clack cause Simon said
Heads down, thumbs up; Time to play 7-UP
Lil Folks got a 7 tucked; Don’t arrest the messenger
Riding with that Duck Duck Goose, It’s musical chairs In this top notch Coupe, no scoop

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I could show you the real definition of Lean, definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa waving out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G’s, the very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club, Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent 10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions that I don’t really know
I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this dope
Even though I real [?], my choppa real [?]

T-Pain – Feel Like I’m Haitian Lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Got a motherfucking six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playin’, I ain’t scared of ’em
Tell them pussy niggas let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon’ go left
Yeah, ’cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bitches sitting by the torch
My niggas got that flare, screaming you your [?]
Different neighborhood
Crazy
The police don’t even come ’round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming fuck them other bitches
See me in the streets with that flag on my face

[Hook: T-Pain]
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom
‘Cause I feel like I’m

[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian nigga’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either fuck with us or don’t
Nigga we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask ’em how them Haitian niggas do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah nigga, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians

[Hook: T-Pain]
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Nigga you gon’ find out
Nigga this is my house
And i’ll put a pussy nigga up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbin’ and weavin’, I send them [?] ’round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bitch I’m with gon’ pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that shit, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My niggas got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian niggas come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse

[Hook: T-Pain]
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom
‘Cause I feel like I’m

T-Pain – Feel Like I’m Haitian (feat. Zoey Dollaz)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Got a motherfucking six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playin’, I ain’t scared of ’em
Tell them pussy niggas let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon’ go left
Yeah, ’cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bitches sitting by the torch
My niggas got that flare, screaming you your [?]
Different neighborhood
Crazy
The police don’t even come ’round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming fuck them other bitches
See me in the streets with that flag on my face

[Hook: T-Pain]
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom
‘Cause I feel like I’m

[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian nigga’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either fuck with us or don’t
Nigga we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask ’em how them Haitian niggas do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah nigga, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians

[Hook: T-Pain]
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Nigga you gon’ find out
Nigga this is my house
And i’ll put a pussy nigga up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbin’ and weavin’, I send them [?] ’round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bitch I’m with gon’ pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that shit, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My niggas got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian niggas come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse

[Hook: T-Pain]
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom
‘Cause I feel like I’m