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Bishop Briggs – Wild Horses

[Verse 1]
You hold me down in the best way
No quarter from these chains that I
Slapped on my heart for a feeling
Why can’t I let my demons lie?

Keep screaming into the pillow
Cause your touch still gets me stupid
Oh glory, I’m a believer
Oh glory, I’m a try, but

[Chorus]
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster

[Verse 2]
You caught my truth in the worst way
Through the dirty lens of a broken smile
I swear I’m not a pretender
Sometimes it’s love who’s the biggest liar

So, I’ll keep on damning the devil
And you’ll keep on saying it’s alright
Oh glory, I’m a believer
Oh Lord, I’m holding tight, but

[Chorus]
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster

[Bridge:]
So I’ll keep on damning the devil
And you’ll keep on saying it’s alright
Oh glory, I’m a believer
Oh Lord, I’m holding tight, but

[Chorus]
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster

Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster
Wild horses run faster, run faster
Run faster

Lady GaGa – Million Reasons (At Royal Variety) (Live)

[Verse 1]
You’re giving me a million reasons to let you go
You’re giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You’re givin’ me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I’d forever be still
But you’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

[Chorus]
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

[Verse 2]
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It’s like that I’ve stopped breathing, but completely aware
‘Cause you’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

And if you say something that you might even mean
It’s hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
‘Cause you’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

[Chorus]
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

[Bridge]
Hey, ehh, ehh, eyy
Baby I’m bleedin’, bleedin’
Stay, ehh, ehhy
Can’t you give me what I’m needin’, needin’
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one

[Chorus]
When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you’ll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay

Pentatonix – O Come, All Ye Faithful

[Verse 1]
O come, all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of Angels!

[Chorus 1]
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
Christ the Lord

[Chorus 2]
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem

[Verse 2]
Oh, sing, choirs of angels
Sing in exultation
Oh, come, oh come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of Angels

[Chorus 1]
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
Christ the Lord

[Chorus 2]
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem

[Bridge]
O come, all ye
O come, all ye faithful (8x)

[Chorus 2]
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem

[Verse/Chorus]
O come, all ye faithful
(O come, all ye faithful, O come, all ye faithful)
Joyful and triumphant
(O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem)
Come and behold Him
(O come, all ye faithful, O come, all ye faithful)
Born the King of Angels

[Chorus 1]
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
O come, let us adore Him
Christ the Lord

[Ending]
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful
O come, all ye faithful to Bethlehem

Jemaine Clement – Shiny (From “Moana”)

[TAMATOA]
Well, Tamatoa hasn’t always been this glam
I was a drab little crab once
Now I know I can be happy as a clam
Because I’m beautiful baby
Did your granny say, "Listen to your heart"?
"Be who you are on the inside"?
I need three words to tear her argument apart
Your granny lied

I’d rather be shiny
Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck
Scrub the deck and make it look shiny
I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck
Just a sec, don’t you know?
Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb
They chase anything that glitters, beginners
Oh, and here they come, come, come
To the brightest thing that glitters
Mmm, fish dinners

I just love free food
And you look like seafood

Well, well, well
Little Maui’s having trouble with his look
You little semi-demi-mini-god
Ouch! What a terrible performance
Get the hook! (Get it?)
You don’t swing it like you used to, man

Yet I have to give you credit for my start
And your tattoos on the outside
For just like you I made myself a work of art
I’ll never hide, I can’t

I’m too shiny
Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough
Strut my stuff, my stuff is so shiny
Send your armies but they’ll never be enough
My shell’s too tough, Maui man
You could try, try, try
But you can’t expect a demigod
To beat a decapod (Look it up)
You will die, die, die
Now it’s time for me to take apart
Your aching heart

Far from the ones who abandoned you
Chasing the love of these humans
Who made you feel wanted
You try to be tough
But your armour’s just not hard enough

Maui! Now it’s time to kick your hiney
Ever seen someone so

Shiny?
Soak it in cause it’s the last you’ll ever see
C’est la vie mon ami, I’m so shiny
Now I’ll eat you so prepare your final plea
Just for me

You’ll never be quite as shiny
You wish you were nice and shiny

Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings – Please Come Home For Christmas

Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby’s gone I have no friends
To wish me greetings, umm, once again

Choirs will be singing silent night
Oh, Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas (come home for Christmas)
Please come home for Christmas (come home for Christmas)
If not for Christmas by New Years night
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
For this is Christmas, Christmas my dear

The time of year to be with the one you love
Won’t you tell me you’ll no more roam
Christmas and New Years will find you home
There’ll be no sorrow, no grief and pain

And I’ll be happy, happy once again (happy again)
Bam, ba ba ba bam, ba ba ba bam, ba ba ba bam, ba ba ba bam, ba ba ba bam
Oh there’ll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain
‘Cause I’ll be happy, Christmas once again (happy again)

AURORA – Winter Bird

Walking in my sleep
Like the naked trees
Will they wake up again?
Do they sleep, do they dream?

Feel it as the wind strokes my skin
I am moved by the chill
Hear the winter bird sing

[Chorus]
My tears are always frozen
I can see the air I breathe
But my fingers paint a picture
On the glass in front of me
Lay me by the frozen river
Where the bones have passed me by
All I need is to remember
How it was to feel alive

Silent things, violent chase
We are dancing again
In a dream, by the lake
Ah…

[Chorus]
My tears are always frozen
I can see the air I breathe
But my fingers paint a picture
On the glass in front of me
Lay me by the frozen river
Where the bones have passed me by
All I need is to remember
How it was to feel alive

Rest against my pillow like the ageing winter sun
Only wake each morning to remember that you’re gone
So I drift away again
To winter I belong
Ah….

[Chorus]
My tears are always frozen
I can see the air I breathe
But my fingers paint a picture
On the glass in front of me
Lay me by the frozen river
Where the bones have passed me by
All I need is to remember
How it was to feel alive

My tears are always frozen…

All I need is to remember
How it was to feel alive
I need is to remember
How it was to feel alive

Emeli Sande – Hurts (At Magic Radio’s The Magic Of Christmas) (Live)

[Intro]
Baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts
Loving you the way I do, it hurts

[Verse 1]
Hold tight, it’s a sing-along
I’m alright, I’m alright, but I could be wrong, baby
I know you remember me
’53 in the back of the lavory, come on
You could at least try and look at me
Oh man, oh man, what a tragedy, haha
Bang, bang, there goes paradise
I chill why we always had to roll the dice, la la
Heartbeat in the regular
Two seats in the back of the cinema, hazy
Ah yeah, you’re forgettin’ it
And all the mad shit we did after that, crazy
Your heart, come on, baby
I swear you’re giving me shivers, shivers

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts
Loving you the way I do, it hurts
When all that’s left to do is watch it burn
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts

[Verse 2]
Hold on, it’s a marathon
Run fast, run fast like the rivers run, goddamn
Never seen in the restaurant
I took a minute till the penny dropped, you know
My tears don’t fall too often
But your knife is cuttin’ me deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts
Loving you the way I do, it hurts
When all that’s left to do is watch it burn
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts

[Bridge]
It hurts the way that you pretend you don’t remember
It hurts the way that you forget our times together
Like the time laid in bed when you said it’s forever, baby
I can’t, I can’t explain no more

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts
Loving you the way I do, it hurts
When all that’s left to do is watch it burn
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts

[Outro]
Oh baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts
Loving you the way I do, it hurts

Young The Giant – Nothing’s Over (In The Open)

[Verse 1]
It’s all in frame
Familiar faces on my wall
This town is strange
Seasons never change
Time is up
The world doesn’t stop for anyone
Until the sun dissolves

[Pre-Chorus]
We all disappear
There’s nothing to fear now, my love
How does it feel?

[Chorus]
It’s over, nothing’s over
I’ll grow up when I’m older
God only knows what I would do to you
It’s over, nothing’s over
I’ll grow up when I’m older
God only knows what I would do to you

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
It’s over, nothing’s over
I’ll grow up when I’m older
God only knows what I would do to you
It’s over, nothing’s over
I’ll grow up when I’m older
God only knows what I would do to you

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
It’s over, nothing’s over
I’ll grow up when I’m older
God only knows what I would do to you
It’s over, nothing’s over
I’ll grow up when I’m older
God only knows what I would do to you

Amber Run – No Answers

[Verse 1]
I saw you and I knew you
Because you still smile in the same way
I found you and I called you
And through the crackle of the phone, I heard you say

[Chorus]
Oh that, I’ve got no answers
Oh that, I’ve got no answers
Oh that, I’ve got no answers for you
And I want you still
Like I always think, that I will
But I’ve got no answers for you
For you, for you, for you

[Verse 2]
I know you, but I don’t want to
Because people like you never change
I forgive you, but I can’t forget you
Because the things you said, are etched inside my brain
You said

[Chorus]
I got no answers
Oh no, I got no answers
Oh no, I got no answers for you
And that I want you still
Like I always think, that I will
But I’ve got no answers for you
For you, for you

[Bridge]
I’ll find someone new
We’ll shrug off our armour
I’ll take what I want
And then I’ll leave you
I’ll be the shadow that you see at night
That shred of doubt in the back of your mind
A talking head, a silhouette
And I’ll be your old romancer
Your forgotten partner
And still I got no answers for you

[Chorus]
Oh that, I’ve got no answers
Oh that, I’ve got no answers
Oh that, I’ve got no answers for you
And I want you still
Like I always think, that I will
But I’ve got no answers for you

The Weeknd & Kendrick Lamar – Sidewalks (In Los Angeles) (Live)

I ran out of tears when I was 18
So nobody made me but the main streets
‘Cause too many people think they made me
Well if they really made me then replace me
Homeless to forbes list, these niggas bring no stress
I feel like moses, I feel like I’m chosen
And if you ain’t my nigga then your girl single to me
I don’t give a damn if a nigga said he knew me
Grew up with no father so nobody ever "son" me
My flow too sick, kevin costner couldn’t touch me
I know you wish that nobody ever love me
I feel useless when I’m never making money
Well, this the life we always fantasized
Rich folk problem through a queen street nigga’s eyes
Every time you see me pulling up in aventadors
Just know we been grinding on them sidewalks

Sidewalks saved my life
They don’t ever lie
Sidewalks saved my life
They showed me all the signs

They don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they lead me on

Say, say say
I come from myrtle, one brung late night melee
Say, say, say
We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae bae
Say, say, say
Trippin’ off dyke, and my name strike with pay day
Say, say, say
Flippin’ blue lighting, tightening, strapped with ak
Say, say, say
Og one, told me one, show me one, eight ways
How to segue
Pussy, power, profit in headache
I reminisce my life innocence
Or life innocent
Or life intimate, with fame
Like number ten
With like women up women art with women up
Gon’ get it, good game
She wanna hang with a starboy
The sun and the moon and star, boy
Astronomer, anonymous
I line ’em up, grind ’em up, these nine of us
And 5 of us have probably fucked
She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts boy
Twenty legs, arms, head (head)
Head, head, more head (head)
Oh god bless the dead (yeah)
I’m livin’ life high off life
I wear my chokes off to bed
I’m the greatest nigga, why you so scared to say it?
I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna cop more land
I never stop
I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain’t one
Break everything, I’m a hustler, came from

Sidewalks saved my life
Sidewalks saved my life
They don’t ever lie
Sidewalks saved my life
Sidewalks saved my life
They showed me all the signs

They don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they lead me on

Roy Wood$ – Go Go Go

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse 1]
I see how you change at night, nothing like your basement lies
Chevrolet trip half an hour ride,take a nigga back to the Southside
I’m giving it all to you, naked and raw baby, raw as my heart
Feel the pain as it thumps
I feel used on my chest, it ain’t nothing at all
Cause I’m here for you, I’m making love to you
You’re letting it all go, go, go, go
I’m here for you, I’m making love to you

[Chorus]
You’re letting it all go, go, go go
Let you’re pain go, go, go, go
I let my pain go, go, go go
Let your pain go, go, go go
I let my pain go, go, go, go
Let your pain go, go, go go
I let my pain go, go, go, go
Let your pain go, go, go go

[Verse 2]
I need what I never had, you had, thought you had a spot
So show me what it is right now, girl yeah
Cause I been in the Lost and Found
And you are the only thing inside
Brand new heart is why I’m at the bonfire
Pick and choose what you need and who you want, girl I’m there
You can call on me when you know there’s no one else
You got away, bet I’m down for the moment, shit
You the real shit, hold me down for a fucking spliff
Whenever I’m stressed (Whenever I’m stressed)
You hold me down the best
I see how you change at night
Nothing like your basement lies
Chevrolet trip half an hour ride
And take a nigga back to the Southside

[Chorus]
You’re letting it all go, go, go, go
Let you’re pain go, go, go, go
I let my pain go, go, go go
Let your pain go, go, go go
I let my pain go, go, go, go
Let your pain go, go, go go
I let my pain go, go, go, go
Let your pain go, go, go go

Erik Hassle – Missing You

[Verse 1]
That lucky charm you gave me
On my twenty-first birthday
I still wear it on my key chain
Think it keeps me out of trouble
I’ve been working on letting go
Set my mind on a new phase
But sometimes it just takes control
Oh, the darkness

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the sky about to rain
That cloud of yours is rolling in
Your tears raining down on me
I’m missing you, missing you

[Chorus]
I’m missing you
I can’t stop missing you, oh
I’m missing
I’m missing you, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
And I remember it like yesterday
How you looked right at me
Like you know what was coming
Like you knew, somehow
I held your hand in the ambulance
I held your hand as you faded away
I could feel your energy
A pillar to the heavens

[Chorus]
I’m missing you
I can’t stop missing you
I’m missing
I’m missing you
Yeah yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the sky about to rain
That cloud of yours rolling in
Your tears raining down on me
I’m missing you

[Chorus]
I’m missing you
I can’t stop missing you, no
I’m missing
I’m missing you

[Chorus]
I’m missing you
I can’t stop missing you
I’m missing
I’m missing you

Donae’o – Black (feat. Jme & Dizzee Rascal)

[Intro: Donae’o]
Uh
See me
Look
Riddim
Look, man ah wear, man ah wear
Man ah wear black
Yo
Bass
Jheeze
Check, one step, two step, three step
Look, skank, look, yeah
And again, look

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 1: Donae’o]
Man ah mek the king kong bangers
Guerrilla warfare, all-year bangers
And when you’re going all hype and savage
What a man don’t know but you’ll soon find
That number one spot comes with baggage
Everybody want a piece of your gassage
Some man are add to your ting
Other man ah cause bare damage
And they say I’m a madman cause I don’t have it
Yeah, I might be a nerd but I back it
And you’re telling people that I’m ratchet
But you never tell people you started the beef
And I had to end it rapid (always the fucking case)
Bare bullies in the industry and they’re willing to test it
And when you don’t back down, that’s a next ting

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 2: Jme]
I protect my energy
See me inna Nike shorts and a tee
Used to have the colourful Air Max
Now I’m bussing the black SCs on my feet, like
I protect my energy
Pricks cannot socialise with me
Nowadays, you’ll see me with the same dons
Like man’s playing for Milton Keynes, like
I protect my energy
Hit ’em with the black whip, black tint, black seats
Don’t wanna talk so I stay blacked out
I’m a black male so you can’t blackmail me, like
I protect my energy
So man ah wear what man are seeing on the street
In the manor where it gets peak
So I keep man aware of these tings on the beat, like

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
Yeah, I wear black cause I’m lazy
I wear black cause I’m shady
I wore black on a creep with your lady
Black tints in an all-black Mercedes, getting wavey
A couple man tried play me
I blacked out and went crazy
You can’t phase me
Don’t wanna hear about black man time
If you owe, you better pay me
You better act like you rate me
Don’t wanna be on my blacklist
Don’t wanna see the end of my black fist, I preach what I practice
Don’t get caught in the blackness, better take note
Of the words coming out of my black lips
Looking for a black chick with the fat hips
To bend over and do backflips
She ain’t gotta be an actress
Just know she ain’t seeing the baptist
You’re dealing with Raskit, the fact is

[Pre-Hook: Donae’o]
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with
I’ve gotta learn to forgive
Even when they burn through bridge
I’ve got a hell of a pride and one ego
And demons I deal with

[Hook: Donae’o & Jme]
So man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black
Man ah wear black, man ah wear black
Man ah wear, man ah wear, man ah wear black
Man ah man ah wear black (that’s why)
Man ah man ah wear black, yeah

DJ Paul – Get Away (feat. Yelawolf & Jon Connor)

[Intro]
Triple salute we soundin’ out
(She’s the giggle, she’s the giggle, had a few brews
Everybody’s, everybody’s disapprove)
Yo it’s the people’s rapper, Flint Michigan
Everyone’s favorite son, Jon Connor
And you listenin’ to my big brother DJ Paul, Mafia mixtape
Vehicle city we here, Aftermath, ain’t nothin’ after that

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Head so good I thought I need the broad
I just need the drawers
She was on me so tight I couldn’t breath at all
We could see the flaws
But with a bad bitch we ain’t really trippin’
No we wouldn’t even be involved
And she a genius, nah
But niggas fuck up and let the penis talk
Give her the keys and all
You let her keep your car, you let her keep your car
She let the visa talk, she keyed your car
I be scared of this, I be careful cause
In two days this bitch be talkin’ marriage
So I’m back work this bitch is a terrorist
We not stingy my nigga, share a bitch
Unprepared for this then that bitch we lovin’
They (?) this bitch needs a therapist
Got grey hairs and whip from a pair of tits
Got these niggas all in your residence
So sucker ass nigga
You the type of nigga that my bitches’ll decline
You the type of nigga try to make a bitch jealous
And me and (?) shit we don’t hunt a nigga down
Type of shit is that?
Type of nigga that’ll fall for a rat
We stay away from ones like that my nigga
You ain’t gotta do all that
Say ones that be frontin’, we the ones callin’ right (?)

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
(I’m just wonderin’ why did I fuck that bitch anyway)
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
(When I should have do was run away, run away)
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
She got a very good tone
Mother must of been a funeral director cause killin’
Takin’ the shovel out and diggin’ pot holes with these hot hoes
Leather pants get tight
Booty feelin’ on my color on my hot phone
I never bother her to come home
Homie let ’em run around
I let a couple run around
I give a fuck about a loose home
Anymore
I’ve packin’ like a person hit the floor
Back up in the (?) my floor, bored
Bitch I’m unplugged, no cord
Takin’ out the trash, chores
I got stops you can’t afford
Can’t buy so you wanna try, cry my Lord
Gettin’ beat up in the seat of a Chevy heater
But winners better believe it cause I drive no Ford
Never mind your close friends
This Benz and these ends is a fuckin’ toy
I took your hotty out your Maserati
Fuck her in a port-a-potty
Flowin’ out the (?)
I’m a born savage
I try to be a good boy but I can’t manage
Damn it
I just wanna (?) eye candy
From all over the planet, rah

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
(I’m just wonderin’ why they ever )
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
(When I share the demons run away, run away)
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
She got that super good goodie
Pussy bout nice then I beat ’em
(?) nigga wouldn’t need her
Put your ass down soon as you first meet her
For real, for real
A nigga had to go pop that blue pill
Cause that pussy dope (?) for real
The booty, the ass, that shit masterpiece
But that booty gettin’ niggas killed for real
But I’ma back off of that back up
While I hit the dollar full of (?)
She the key to rose
And had to burn alone
And should unload on that dumb ho
But damn, straight no-no
Should have never even fuck that ho
On God

[Bridge]
I’m just wonderin’ why did I fuck that bitch anyway
Anyway, anyway, any
When I shoulda did is run away
Run away, run away, run away

[Hook: DJ Paul]
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
(I’m just wonderin’ why they ever )
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho
(When I share the demons run away, run away)
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away
Get the fuck away from me ho

22 Savage – Ain’t No 21

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ain’t no 22
Ain’t no 23, (Yeah)
Ain’t no… (Inaudible)

[Intro: 22 Savage]
Ain’t no 21, bitch this 22
Ain’t no 21, bitch this 22
(Skert, Skert, Skert, Skert)
This that Travis James shit
Make the wrong move and get your fucking brain split
38. [?] just to catch the fucking shells
I know some real niggas that’ll never, never, quit

[Hook: 22 Savage]
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

[Verse 1: 22 Savage]
These niggas be talking like they really with it, these niggas ain’t with it, them niggas they pussies
22 niggas messed up like monkeys the city we runnin’
You niggas ain’t got it, you niggas ain’t poppin’
[?] with a rocket
Pussy ass niggas talkin’ shit, he on that molly
All them niggas frontin’ they ain’t never caught a body
Travis James Entertainment, send your bitch a molly
38. special what I use for a stick up
Caught ’em off [?] with his fucking lip up
Niggas hate the kid, ’cause I’m fucking all they hoes
All them pussy niggas, they deserve to be exposed
Pull up on your block then let down the windows
Click-Clack; And I’m out the window
22

[Hook: 22 Savage]
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

[Verse 2: 22 Savage]
Look, look, look, look
Them hammers’ll get ’em, the faster we clip ’em
I’m strapped up like the navy
You a scared nigga, and you softer than a baby
Travis James shit, bitch we finna run the nation
And jack you out your cut, bitch you don’t get no pay-check
[?] ten grams then I stretch it like it’s latex
I be in the [?], where niggas be killin’ and robbin’
Shot that nigga with the pistol ’cause the bitch tried to rob me
Put that on my mama, I ain’t never been a bitch
If you rob me and succeed then I gotta take my lick
And I be in the trenches, I’m juggin off that sticky
40 got a stitching, when I up it ain’t no missin’
I be in the trenches, juggin off that sticky

[Hook: 22 Savage]
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

[Outro: 22 Savage]
Ain’t this ain’t 21, bitch
Bitch, this 22
Move that dope like it’s food
Nigga I’m a fool
Ain’t no 21, bitch
Ain’t no 21, bitch
Ain’t no 21, bitch
This 22

Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)

[Intro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I’m the J57
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 1]
It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
I managed to perceive before I breath
Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
They block me out, I’m independ-
I’m trying to picture something up your gold
No I’m never talking for the glitter
They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
The same thing I found myself with
The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
Feel like someone hit the rail switch
We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
And Steelo was a shooting star
So if you seen him, you know you were going far
Now here we are

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 2]
This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
To freelance a free man
So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
To overshadow where I shine
But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
‘Cause a wise man will never speak
You just showing too much December
Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
Side, I used to conquer my life
But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Outro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga

Aaron Rose – Parkside Ave (Elixir Album)

Check, yo

[Verse 1]
I’m from the streets where the money’s a God
Niggas will pull your card
Trynna take your life savings then end up behind bars
From where the biggest stars are really nothin at all
Only gassed up matter who matter to none of y’all
But back to the storyboard, around here is wicked
The vast life be giving you mad trife and bitches
No matter how you get it you gotta live it no limit
Cuz you will never know, niggas be sendin bullets every minute
From where the basis be in the building lobby
Breaking down the dope for dope the coke they cook for hobby
They overdose the plenty more liquor inside their body
Their dead bodies brought them prospect, prolly
But somebody [?] who really had the chance to be somebody
But because of a shot he, he is now without the
Love and protection, from a mother’s collection
Lethal is understating boy I call it ghetto weapon
Yet they is still after we exit the room
I’m watching where I’m stepping cuz you never see me move
My time is money I’ve been doing this for three [years?]
I kept the [?]
I’m mentally on the move so how could I be spotted?
No dalmatian my dogs is on silence
Stop it cuz you novice, this my throne
What the is my television to you is on like

[Hook x2]
They say where you stay is where your heart lies
But where we from is divided like it’s apartheid
Another Skywalker hailing from the dark side
Where sparks fly my nigga we call it Parkside

[Verse 2]
I’m from the streets where the, struggle is regular but everybody icy
For every camo and vape, so therefore you are not like me
Just make them want to want to fight me, I guess you’re mad
So I tie your head in a bag ’till I guess you’re glad
You’ll suffocate from the fact that I am what they would fear
A rendition of what amazing is in your atmosphere
Because he sucking niggas’ they love the hate they love the fate
A razor for your face talking bout get the fuck away
From where the baddest chicks let you touch them with no panties but you gotta make the drop then fly her out to Miami
So free the Max B wrap up they [?]
[?] She’ll rock you and then she dippin
She work for some next nigga who stay with the checks nigga
But later [?] got reimbursed by niggas with [?] with them
Shit is a never-ending cycle like [?]
You either play ball or try to live it through mics
Or dealin with some shit that will cost you a higher price
Like risking your dignity or a chance at losing life
But this [intro?] is, your decision for everything
So imma stand with my vows, like a wedding ring
I’m married to the money, she Mrs. nice watch
I know you want what I have but this ain’t wife swap
This is a 100% real so know you might not
Be able to understand how this life got

[Hook x2]
They say where you stay is where your heart lies
But where we from is divided like it’s apartheid
Another Skywalker hailing from the dark side
Where sparks fly my nigga we call it Parkside

[Verse 3]
They say that success is the greatest type of revenge
I’m addicted to winning so you know I’m on a binge
So I keep my soul in check like Nike gave me the check
What’s next? Only up I’m never gonna descend
I know they understand what I’m getting at
It’s time to grow from the [?] but you still ain’t hatched
We know you fool, we know you lack the only two
That gives yourself the power and will so you won’t do
Nothing without your conscious, fuck the radio nonsense
The music can be psychological while [?]
[?] and violence, simple melodies
And packed in every neighborhood brother who doesn’t see
The game that is quick to destroy identity
They betray us without beauty as if we are the beast
[?] another black man deceased
We kill our own race the most like the black disease
So I stay at ease when I write these songs
Instead of me being a hot boy taking a life we don’t
Even know or understand the consequences at hand
Because soon enough you’ll find yourself deep in quicksand
Immobile with the mental state of mind of a killer
You got the heart of a lion but you a soulless nigga
Let me show you bigger, shit that life can offer
Instead of keeping genocide within the [?]
For real

Aaron Rose – Break It Down (feat. Domo Genesis) (Elixir Album)

[Verse 1: Aaron Rose]
What connects the mind to re-design from the abdominal?
It’s the soul, everything else isn’t logical
Binding philosophical options to opticals
I plan to reap the food from niggas, steal it while you driving through
So don’t question what the crew can do
When you re-using shit like look what my Hadouken do
You are just another character caught up in the fiction
I Grant Hills, see who rev the engine like a piston
You could call me Muhammad ’cause I lead my nation
My Islam is Brooklyn, my occupation
Is passing knowledge, titties, and stacking pocket savings
A nigga wish that Pac could save us
I guess I’m faced the, situation with my hands up
Screaming "Fuck every copper thinking some lead will stop the prosper", tell ’em "Man up"
But your commissioner really showing no love though
‘Cause of my melanin they treat me like a felon in-
-Carcerated, but I’ve never been a thug yo
I’m just known to break a leg and then I break the skeleton
But on the scale to ten, I think break the Richter
Ain’t nothing to stop my trigger from killing coppers so mister
Please restrain from checking me
If Marley shot the sheriff then I aim for deputies
‘Til the tables turn and you become the refugee
I’m returning culture ’til you see ’bout ten of me
I know that you nervous
A black man who know what his worth is, I’m off the circus
From this American horror story, we in the circus
I found my purpose, fuck with a purpose, I’m focused
Align with stars, Mars is where my telescope is

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Police to be stopped before it’s too late
Desperado flow, sending them shots from a leather case
Pure guitar funk, send you to sleep, I’ll give in a ray
Push a play, I push for the same dude that you pushed away
It’s Doms, realest scripted in this storyboard
Bully niggas for their smorgasbord
Let it be cordial or we go to war
What you respect their orders for?
We kicking down waters ’til they post the score
Rolling towards the solace you’ve been hoping for
I don’t expect you to understand, we from different measures
Don’t disrespect, them small issues turn to big vendettas
They sensing threat, they tryna figure out my mental levels
Smart black man though my visuals just a bit disheveled
Just a victim of what your system made me
But mama taught me this resolve and I’ll never let this system take me
Can’t fake me, and if you don’t feel me then you gotta hate me
But I’m here and you gotta tolerate me
It’s Doms

Aaron Rose – The Shift (feat. Dirty Sanchez) (Elixir Album)

[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]
This got my chakras going crazy, maintain balance
Or we can get lifted off the purp like Aladdin
On the rug burning on hail mary, flip stars upside-down
I’m Satanic but I’m hell-bound
I’m from the real city of sin since New Yuck City built
Split ends like kids from Chinchoti
If you eatin’ in front of me, I’ma eat too
Give me sick army fatigue so you can’t see me
Still always on the move, it’s PE so you know the drill
Screws loose and I didn’t finish school
That’s for dropouts, tracks dropping like rain when you feeling the drought
And your umbrella won’t make it through
So if they actin’ like they real that don’t make it true
Make your move, you confused when you acting that you fucking with the few
Yo, understand who it is, it’s PE to you
Top dog, niggas can’t cook what I’m cooking in stools

[Hook: Aaron Rose]
This that shit that make your bones split
Cause a shift, so shit, your dome is now flipped
What up nigga? Where you from?
Everywhere that we at we number one
This that shit that make your bones split
Cause a shift, so shit, your dome is now flipped
What up nigga? Where you from?
Everywhere that we at we number one

[Verse 2: Aaron Rose]
They tryna swerve in my lane, I’m revving engines on the interstate
Finna renovate, ’cause I demonstrate the [?]
I generate dinner plates when I kill a fake
Disintegrate, break down what I illustrate
Swank called Da Vinci, I been chi
Indian hat, sweater [?] like Benfleet
Talking about war? I get nuclear
Genocide rhymes, a nigga nuking y’all
Stay with the green like cabbage
I inflict damage equivalent to 9/11
Minus five, minus four, four-seven
No tellin’ what we doing next
Just know when we do it, we do it best
Swank on Chuck Norris, a nigga never run
Flow outer space, on [?] on Nebulon
Serving reptilian hors d’oeuvres on [?]
The beast will feast as the wind blows east
Putty on the rest, invest in some sheets
‘Til your death, glad your last memory is me
Remember my face, my skill, and my fucking swank
Arsenal fully loaded, Pro Era tanks

[Hook: Aaron Rose]
This that shit that make your bones split
Cause a shift, so shit, your dome is now flipped
What up nigga? Where you from?
Everywhere that we at we number one
This that shit that make your bones split
Cause a shift, so shit, your dome is now flipped
What up nigga? Where you from?
Everywhere that we at we number one

[Outro: Aaron Rose]
Everywhere that we out we number one
Everywhere that we out we number one
We number one

Aaron Rose – Swank Corleone (Elixir Album)

[Bridge]
Two shots, come about that gold
Ricochet then a nigga spray all over your wake
All day, ’cause a nigga from [?]
Stay useless, no chain with a pendant
They depending, access pending
Get up out your house you are now an ex-tenant
I’m stranded when I’m stranded
And a nigga brain feel like its damaged

[Hook]
I’m screaming out, "Bitch, I’m Swank Corleone"
I get you out your seat, so put me up on your throne
I’m screaming out, "Bitch, I swank like the king"
I been with the flow, the illest you know
Swanking with my own team

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers wanna test me
I tell ’em get off the testes
They swimming in my sack
While I’m revving the jet ski
Yeah no nothing nice
Like they back say [?]
So deadly, I [?] so hefty
Don’t tempt me, before you see the inside
Fuck a rap beef, I wanna see the bitch drive
Road to a million, before the age of 25
I’m tryna survive, fuck every limit they provide
I got ties to 47 niggas who ride
Cooking up dope, everyone get a piece of the pie
Can’t control me, I’m following your time
You’re my son bitch I get it outta line
Leave it up to me to bring it back to the real
Bustin’ through your window, so you better chill
I never waste time when I’m with your bitch
So I grab her waistline, give her dick
It’s the nigga who did it
Everyone talk, let’s see who really live it
We the only niggas who never spitting a gimmick
‘Cause these other motherfuckers is fake
I can feel it
Living the false prophesy for the Gs
They rats facing to the trap, fumbling the keys
They tryna see who will open my door first
I, Romney kill, but nigga the floor worse
I had to drop 16, to give them they all hearse
Nigga what’s new? You fucking with my old word?
Nigga that’s cool
No time for pussy, still fucking your honey
Catching up, then a nigga run back to the money
Ain’t shit funny, you a joke to a king
Sipping Ace of Spades, but it never been a thing
I was taught to get it by any means
So my enemies never had a chance of ending me

[Bridge]
Two shots, come about that gold
Ricochet then a nigga spray all over your wake
All day, ’cause a nigga from [?]
Stay useless, no chain with a pendant
They depending, access pending
Get up out your house you are now an ex-tenant
I’m stranded when I’m stranded
And a nigga brain feel like its damaged

[Hook]
I’m screaming out, "Bitch, I’m Swank Corleone"
I get you out your seat, so put me up on your throne
I’m screaming out, "Bitch, I swank like the king"
I been with the flow, the illest you know
Swanking with my own team

[Verse 2]
You know my dick game one hunnid
Shit is [?]
Put my money where your mouth is
Baby better respect
The nigga who really be the illest without an effort
Trying to be the ruler of everything within my measure
My nigga I’m very clever, let me guess you too?
You seen a nigga on YouTube, now you you
What a coincidence, I know you feelin’ it
But this is how it’s really done, see my niggas militant
Steady killing shit
Step into my ring get boxed in
The most diverse but they saying we boxed in
So even if you drop a pin you couldn’t find me
So how do the fuck you niggas know what the sound be?
You and your clown team finna get packed within a black Ac’
We 21 deep and finna blackjack
Fuck a hashtag, ending the bullies is who I laugh at
Every rapper getting smoked with a ash hat
‘Cause every time a nigga spit I wanna kill ’em quick
I thought I taught y’all, nigga take a syllabus
You better study what we giving out
‘Cause a nigga never missing but you [?] out
All shots that I take leave ’em critical
No guns but I’m aiming for the pinnacle
They reminiscing over you but fuck it I keep it flossin’
‘Cause every nigga that I remember already lost it
I throw it over your head, leap frog shit
It’s time to show you who the real fucking boss is
I draw the fifth from a draw when you talk shit
You made it lit from a clip when I toss this
My nigga Nyck says you need to be cautious
When you walk in through Corleone’s [?]
Posing with the dollars, nigga I’m balling
I’m Curry with the shot, fuck a block, I’m all in

[Bridge]
Two shots, come about that gold
Ricochet then a nigga spray all over your wake
All day, ’cause a nigga from [?]
Stay useless, no chain with a pendant
They depending, access pending
Get up out your house you are now an ex-tenant
I’m stranded when I’m stranded
And a nigga brain feel like its damaged

[Hook]
I’m screaming out, "Bitch, I’m Swank Corleone"
I get you out your seat, so put me up on your throne
I’m screaming out, "Bitch, I swank like the king"
I been with the flow, the illest you know
Swanking with my own team

Gucci Mane – St. Brick Intro (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
An igloo full of snow and a white stove
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they cookin’ blow
I’m in zone six aka the North Pole

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
It’s the middle of December she pulled up in a skirt
Santa Claus of the hood
I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa
Run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK (gra, gra, gra)
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bales of cannabis
Preachin’ like an evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders, yeah, tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine, candle lit
I’m so trill, your hoe can’t handle it
But damn, that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clique
And told you how to kill a snitch
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky Dinky record shit
I sell more meth than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree
I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its Hollis, Queens
I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas time in ’96
I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give
But I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus in the city, bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus

Gucci Mane – I Can’t (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1]
Let me just say this out the gate
I’m the nigga everybody love to hate
I’m the hustler every stripper wanna date
But I just wanna cut a check ‘cus I can’t wait
Most of these rappers groupies and I can’t relate
Stay in line ‘fore this chopper get you scraped
I got a problem, I’mma say it to your face
And fuck your bottom, I’mma shoot you in your face

[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can’t
You can talk about homicides, but I can’t
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can’t
You niggas snitchin’ on your partners, but I can’t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can’t
You might get turned the other cheek, but I can’t
You suckers rockin’ fake jewelry, but I can’t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can’t

[Verse 2]
Oh that’s your girl? That’s your world, I’m with her tonight
A rich nigga smilin’ at you It’s so pearly white
It’s the burr (burr burr burr) rockin’ fur tonight
I’m Michael Kor’s to the floor, call me sir tonight
Think what you wanna think, but you can’t break a bank, fool
Can’t let a nigga go, she know I keep her bank full
She wanna start a home with me, but I can’t
She think that I’m her cup of tea, but I ain’t
See, I’m the type to think her shit doesn’t stink
The new ice cream has to compete without the tank
Fresh out the boat, but she’s a freaky, not a saint
A stowaway, so I’mma make her walk the plank

[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can’t
You can talk about homicides, but I can’t
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can’t
You niggas snitchin’ on your partners, but I can’t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can’t
You might get turned the other cheek, but I can’t
You suckers rockin’ fake jewelry, but I can’t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can’t

[Verse 3]
I’m on that rich nigga shit, I drop some bread on that bitch
All these stones, man you’d think we’re more than Fred in this bitch
I done shown this bitch so much, that I got scared of this bitch
She done seen so many mils I might go fed if she snitch
I need a mistress, the type to give me head ’til she sick
I told her, "please stop sucking on me", I was begging the bitch
I was worth like half a million when I came in this shit
I’m a eight figure nigga now, I’m trained for this shit
Back to all these rocks on me, I look like Hov and Dame in this bitch
My life’s a documentary, I feel like Game in this shit
So many of my partners turned [?] I’m so ashamed of my clip
But I can’t never be a snitch, I’m too attrained for this shit

[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can’t
You can talk about homicides, but I can’t
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can’t
You niggas snitchin’ on your partners, but I can’t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can’t
You might get turned the other cheek, but I can’t
You suckers rockin’ fake jewelry, but I can’t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can’t

Gucci Mane – Walk On Water (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Ricky Racks)
It’s the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Off the wall, Off the chain
Off the top, I’m off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move, I broke the lease
I’m a dog, street gorilla
Going ape shit, I’m a beast
You feeling froggish, nigga jump
Got the pump on me capiche
I’m complete, can’t compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I’m a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I’m so unique, I’m elite
I’m prestigious, got two hoes in the same regions
And all day all I dream about is sex
That’s why I got on Yeezys
The Trap god but I love Jesus
Jesus Jesus Goodness gracious
All these sauce it’s getting contagious
Done in Vegas stays in Vegas
Punch [?]
Put a brick down put it back together
Cash and dope go hand in hand
Hand you the yey, hand me the bags
It’s Gucci!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
G-Gucci Mane I’m the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like the faucet drip
Hit ten hoes on my Florida trip
Like 21 Savage I slaughter them
Thirty thousand dollars I ordered it
Night and day, I spend this shit
Like Lil Uzi Vert, I’m dripping it
You can walk on water too if have faith in me
I got high paid killers, you safe with me
Set me up on first date, Don’t wait on me
I’m a human highlight, first take with me
If you got a Dawn, who needs a Wraith
If you got a bank, who needs a safe
Buy the restaurant, who needs a chef
My game’s too official, who needs a ref
When the Wopter call, don’t hold your breathe
I came to ball, until nothing left
Balenciaga sneakers, baby watch your step
All you rappers broke, But I came to help
I’m Rick Flair, I came to take your belt
East Atlanta Santa, you just an elf
When I do it, I do it, I do it to death
All this haters can go to hell!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

Gucci Mane – Both (feat. Drake) (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies
I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
So let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its
And it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister
Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all red drop tarantula
Fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
Where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up
Hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
You’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
Try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin
When she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
But you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me my nig?
You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

Gucci Mane – Stutter (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad, lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 1]
I’m just tryna fight it off, ain’t tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she’s another nigga bitch
A bitch that Gucci Mane can’t get, man that bitch don’t exist
This dick so good, I take it from her, she might slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr, I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air, yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good god, so why she standing back like a pic?
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach, she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug, so I’ma smash her at the Ritz
S-skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin’ with a lisp

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 2]
I told her bring a friend with her but she just brought some twins
Three girls and one Gucci Mane god damn I’m goin’ in
All these Franklins on me man I said my name was Ben
Magic City Monday night, I just threw up a ten
Nigga with a attitude I feel like Cube and Ren
These two ice cubes in my ear they cost a quarter M
That pussy hairy scarin’ me god damn she need to trim
The way that bitch took care of me she might get her a Benz
She suck me til’ it tickle me, slow down the neighbors listening
I got her like ten necklaces, you know my diamonds glistenin’
She fucked me then she shot me with her friends, I think she trickin’ me
Her nigga know about me but god damn he can’t get rid of me
She stutter step, sweet in lingerie
I beat it up like MMA she drank it up like Alizé
Eight latin hoes in my room I feel like it’s the fifth of May
Pull up on the kid, you dig?
But bitch I ain’t got time to play

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

Gucci Mane – Drove U Crazy (feat. Bryson Tille) (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Tiller!
Brr Brr Brr

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Pull up in a lamb, it’ll drive you crazy
Had to cut her off cause the bitch too lazy
She wanna ride the wave, but my waves too wavy
And your car too slow, you need to drive Miss Daisy
Jumped out the feds like "Fuck You, pay me"
Got her foaming mouth like the bitch got rabies
Got me running out the spot like the spot got raided
Cause I’m so much different then the nigga you dated
Smiling in the camera like bitch I made it
Big Guwop got the whole club faded
Got a bitch so bad that my ex bitch hate it
Tell me how you feel when you see me skatin’
Nah, you don’t call me baby
We ain’t finna go to the mall Ms. Lady
Standing tall Ms. Lady like can you take it all Ms. Lady
Can you take it off Ms. Lady
Never get a love like this
Never ever ever meet a thug like this
Never met a plug like this
Never seen a nigga in the club like this
Never hug like this
Never pour Ace of Spades in the tub like this
Never got drunk like this
Or beat from the back on the rug like this

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
What?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them, what?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Aye lil mama say she fuck with me tough yeah
Aye lil mama say she fuck with me tough yeah
Her ex boyfriend’s words cut deep
Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah
Aye, Young Tiller goin’ up, yeah
At your head with it upper cut, yeah
I’m still on the motherfuckin’ come up
But y’all already know where I’m from, yeah
Straight from the 502 hey
Southside Dirty I crew hey
Now they wanna show my moves, hey
Every little thing that I do and say
My old bitch said she need closure
I just think she wanna get closer
I just think she want some exposure
Tell people how crazy I drove her
Tell people all the dreams I sold her
I saw you cannot lean on my shoulder
I already got too many burdens
Most of them bout to give to my attorney
I got too many niggas in my face now
This ain’t the time nor place now
This for my niggas that stay down
Fuck all you niggas that wanna hate now

[Hook: Bryson Tiller]
What?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them, what?
Tell ’em how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them

Gucci Mane – Crash (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

(Shutup)
Gucci

I let my pockets do the talkin’
I ain’t got nothin’ to say
And if that bitch ain’t pussy poppin’
Get the fuck out my face
And if you niggas ain’t talkin ’bout profit
Then yall ass in the way
LIL’ NIGGA
Talkin loud when he know he a lame

Claimin’ blood
Hell naw, boy you know you’s a dud
Fiendin cuz(?)
Hell naw, boy we know you’s a scrub
Where the love at?
Naw, man you gets no love
Cuz you a lame!
How the fuck you even get in the club?

I got insane young niggas and they trained to go
I point my fingers like a cross, and god send em to yo door
Man yall niggas ain’t no killas, man yall niggas some hoes
Man yall niggas ain’nt no dealers, man yall niggas some Js
I don’t blame you, i blame yo daddy. It was how you was raised

Should take this (?) belt and beat you with it
Like back in the day
You say that Gucci Mane is crazy and I say "I agree"
But they stole so much sauce that I heard their record
And thought it was me
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Think you ahead of me nigga?
What you said to me nigga?
Talkin’ shit on the internet, you scared of me nigga?
I got 10 million put away, you can belittle me nigga
LIL NIGGA, dig yo grave I’ll bury yo ass with the figures

LIL NIGGA
I’m the one you wanted to grow up to be
LIL NIGGA
But you’ll never ever, ever be me
LIL NIGGA
Ask yo bitch i bet she say I’m the truth
Matter of fact I’m daydreamin’ about her right now in the booth

Ya Lil BITCH
Wanna crash? We can crash all night
200 rounds in my clip, we can blast all night
LIL BITCH
Speak softly and walk real light
I cut yo head off nigga, you know that plugs don’t fight
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Gucci Mane – Yet (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
Yet

[Verse 1]
My bitch ring cost 2 M&M’s and I ain’t been out a year yet
My wrist is sick, its terminally ill, still ain’t found a cure yet
You burning all your bridges nigga I’ma call you bridgette
You mad cause you ain’t made a hit yet
Someone come and stop GuWop ain’t found a volunteer yet
Trap rap influencing the world Gucci Pioneered it
I just vacuum sealed a couple mill, I know real niggas feel that
Gucci can’t retire cause he ain’t made a hundred mill yet
Keep on talkin’ slick, I send my shooters where you live at
Pow pow pow, Put that pistol where your grill at
Mama suckin’ me like she love me
I ain’t even pay the bills yet
I was worth two hundred fifty thou, didn’t even have a deal yet

[Hook]
[?] dickin’ down, We ain’t even done it yet
He bought it ‘fore I whip the shit
Man I haven’t even spun it yet
Water in there
Water whippin’ it ain’t even dry yet
Quarter flippin, in the kitchen, workin’ with the pyrex

[Verse 2]
They bring it to me
The work ain’t even came yet
They got umbrellas out it ain’t even rain yet
Grr, that dog food and she can’t find no vein at
Grr, mob rules might tie you to a train track
You leasing that ain’t even got the title jack
She peepin’ that, thats why she didn’t invite you back
You got midget arms, you swing, I don’t even fight you back
You’se a lame, get no stripes for that
Drop me in the jungle where the lions at (grr)
I come back with a lion jacket with the matching hat (grr)
I call you Raphael cause you hang with the sewer rats
I can’t hang with no informer, I’m too hood for that

[Hook]
[?] dickin’ down, We ain’t even done it yet
He bought it ‘fore I whip the shit
Man I haven’t even spun it yet
Water in there
Water whippin’ it ain’t even dry yet
Quarter flippin, in the kitchen, workin’ with the pyrex
Skrt

[Outro]
Yet, yet
Yet, yet

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

Gucci Mane – Last Time (feat. Travis Scott) (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro: Gucci Mane + Travis Scott]
Haah, Wop, Trav, hah
Just took half of it, wooh
Just took half of
Wizzop, haah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I love when my bitch get drunk cause she talk greasy to me
Nigga with an attitude, this shit gettin’ easy to me
The last time I drunk some lean I was out of my mind
Tried to give me 20 years and that’s a whole lotta time
A married woman divorce her husband to spend the weekend with me
He think it nasty when she squirt but that shit sexy to me
The last time I took some molly, took a gram and a half
Niggas think they know ’bout Gucci but they don’t know the half
See I’m an ex-X popper and online shopper
Niggas thought I was a clone, they heard me speak proper
Convicted felon worth 10 million, I’m a well known robber
Like Shawty Lo I got 10 children, yeah, Lo my partner
Wop

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)
Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch (geek)
And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip (skrt)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (half)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah wow)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Last time we took drugs you just took half of it (it’s lit)
Stretchin’ out my jeans just to make cash fit in (yeah)
Wake up every morning to some ass and grits
Raw dog all my birds, I’m tryna have some chicks
Fi-fie-fie-fo (yeah) Zone 6 to the Mo
La Flame linked with La Flare, yeah, that’s heat and snow
Goin’ in all year, 300 plus days long (straight up)
Makin’ money all year, talking 52 weeks strong
Better back up, give me space (yeah)
I want ice cream on your face
Goin’ Pharrell Williams on the case (oh my God)
Ohhhh, then we skate-skate-skate away
720 with the grind, landed, landed all fine

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it
Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch
And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
The last time I went to Onyx man I ordered a dub
Tried to leave with every big booty bitch in the club
I bought a Rolls Royce and a Lambi’ when I went to Miami (vroom)
The last time I seen little mama she wasn’t wearin’ no panties
Last time I went to Vegas, spent 200k gamblin’
I’m just an east Atlanta nigga servin’ junkies in Chamblee
The last time I tricked out I brought 4 hoes to my place
They call me Gucci Mane Picasso cause I painted they face
Guwop

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah)
Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch (geek)
And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip (skrt)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (half)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (hah wow)
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it

[Outro]
Burrr, Trav, blaow, it’s Gucci
(Straight up)
Hah, burrr, wow, bling, burrr
(Yeah, oh my God!)