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Jess Glynne – All I Am Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every butterfly I get belongs to you
You don’t believe me but it’s true
Show the freckles arms, spell out your name
Real feelings coming through

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
Yeah all I know and all I am is you
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it
That all I know and all I am is you

[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
‘Cause all I am is you

[Verse 2]
Every daydream I have start and ends with you
I wanna play it one more time
When I need an alibi, you’re my perfect excuse
You are always on my side

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it
That all I know and all I am is you

[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
All I am is you

[Bridge]
It feels like I’m miles away
You bring me back home again
You hold me through my mistakes
Let go as we start again
You’re a habit I’ll never break
No no, no no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it (oh, no)
That all I know and all I am is you

[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
All I am, oh
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
Yeah all I know and all I am is you
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Travis Scott – HOUSTONFORNICATION Lyrics

[Intro]
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town, do that on the daily

[Verse 1]
How I’m supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
Yeah, spendin’ all my time up there gettin’ faded (it’s lit)
Yeah, handin’ out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
Yeah, you know on this side it’s poppin’ and it’s dangerous (pop it, pop it)
Ridin’ through the clouds we goin’ through the vapors (phew, phew)
I’m just tryna get the paper, stayin’ out the papers
It ain’t easily done, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Pop a seal like it’s Chris, make it look Breezy (it’s lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash)
I just want the peace, it’s still Lambo’ over Mercedes, yuh
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo’ mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill, about Congress, yeah (straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-reques, yeah (alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah)
Seein’ flashes, oh, no-no, that’s my neck, yeah (it’s lit)
I’ve been livin’ paranoid, watch yo’ step (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it’s chess (ah, nah, for real)
They comin’ at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I’m out the cash, that’s the butterfly effect, yeah
I’ve been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
Took the girl off the net, worked it up the net, uh
Iced out watches for the game, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin’ them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain’t gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my wheel, they gon’ ride you to the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain’t never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

Travis Scott – CAROUSEL Lyrics

[Intro: Big Tuck]
What’s crackin’?
You already know who it is
Ya boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I’m the dean of this here
I got this

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain’t takin’ no days in (yeah)
Don’t need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin’ the lights out soon as we came in (it’s lit)
What’re they talkin’ about, what’s it pertainin’ (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I’m aging (yeah)
This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah)
All of my demons invadin’
I live paranoid, hesitatin’
They bitin’, they bitin’, the cadence (skrt, skrt)
Go out their way, it’s okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in vogue, yeah
Put 84’s on lanes, I robbed, how you think of the spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was small, these five or four, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott]
Moving in silence don’t mean it’s movin’ slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines
On the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I’m a new species, tale swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it’s lit!)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!)

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible

Travis Scott – COFFEE BEAN Lyrics

[Intro]
This is all

[Chorus]
Bad-bad news, I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

[Verse 1]
How would you feel if I had you?
Trust me, you’ll be mad too
Shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I’m a bad move
Plus I’m already a black dude
Leavin’ the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It’s been a week and a half since
We ain’t been speaking in mad mins
You feeling free in my absence
I’ve been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(this is all, this is all)

[Chorus]
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I’d be bad for you
Don’t worry I’ll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)

[Verse 2]
Stressing over award shows
She’s stressin’ over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone’s readin’ your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that’s for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and foreign doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit’ll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give out bad news

[Chorus]
I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

Travis Scott – CAN’T SAY Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got in on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain’t no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get
That lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the first time
Hoes come through just to touch us
I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

CupcakKe – Blackjack Lyrics

[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

Travis Scott – NC-17 Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Whole thing of vultures start vibratin’ (rawr)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Don’t do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don’t entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin’ body language (it’s lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon’ have to change for the banquet (drippin’)
Solo with Mussain is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain’t came with (alright)

[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yah! yah!)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Three main bitches thinkin’ they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (straight up, straight up)
Don’t you come outside, we on that gang shit (straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt ’cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin’ ’round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now (straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it’s ’bout my bae or ’bout some smoke I’m on my way (skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I’m not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Woah think a vibe just start vibratin’ (rawr)

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

Travis Scott – WAKE UP Lyrics

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don’t wanna wake up
I want it flowing through my streams
Getting me hot
Under my feet
I don’t wanna wake up

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Please don’t wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah)
Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the belt-way down to your hood
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Looking back how things came back around
Guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town
We both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don’t wake me up, feel like I’m dreamin’
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamon
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend
That’s my coco out my ice tea (coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some piping (it’s lit!)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can’t sleep

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (it’s lit!)
Say, pussy so good (pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah)
When I wake up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up)
Getting me high, yeah (yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
You decide if I live or die
When you’re close, I’m alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me (oh)
And if I OD
I’ll be alone with no heartbeat
I hold the hills with a coast in the Lambo
And the doors going up, suicide

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets)
‘Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good)
Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet)
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)
Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)
Oh, under my feet (under my feet)
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)

Travis Scott – NO BYSTANDERS Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bicentennial men
Put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams
And she did it on cam
Weren’t no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don’t pick, I just choose
I don’t send pics, I just shoot
Chopper gettin’ screwed
I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
Can’t be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep
Tryna run down, shit’s deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can’t take no L’s
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain’t gon’ sell?
Hand me the H, I’ll sell
She said “I got it, nigga”
I said “I ain’t gon’ tell”
Buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale
I’m sick of the drank (the drankin’)
The flippin’ of paint (paint, yeah)
Grippin’ the grain (grain, yeah)
Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon’ flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Segue: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Family function, ain’t no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned ’em into Ms
Why you tryna make amends?
What’s that smell? It’s heaven-scent
Like I drop shit out the wind
Dodgin’ hella sins
I can’t go back there again
Now the dogs ain’t civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can’t see my suns
Like the light don’t hit this eye
In the function and I’m fried
It’s the drop is not a drop
When they open wide
It’s a ride, right?

[Outro: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin’ in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

Travis Scott – STOP TRYING TO BE GOD Lyrics

[Intro]
This is the rewatch, the hot pockets, the fritters, the missiles, the humans, all gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite

[Pre-Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart

[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah
It’s never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin’ down your eyes

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
‘Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh-ooh)
The signal’s far from what you can be (ooh-ooh)
‘Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin’ shit my whole life
I wanted you bad, not tryna play God tonight
If I love her I’ma pass her one
First rule of war, you find an act of one
You can’t win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
‘Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal’s far from what you can be
‘Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
You won’t succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love ’em, want to really burn me

[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

[Bridge: James Blake]
Is it the complex of the saint that’s keepin’ you so, so still?
Is it a coat of old paint that’s peelin’ every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin’ back?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

[Outro: James Blake & Stevie Wonder]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That it?

Travis Scott – R.I.P. SCREW Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Screw, Swae Lee & Travis Scott]
Ya’ know?
(South Side)
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
I gotta let you know, the way
I gotta let you know, the way
I’m gonna take it all and clean it
I’m gonna take it all and spend it
(South Side)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee & DJ Screw]
And that’s all I’ve been sayin’
(South Side)
If you fall for the games then you’re the one playin’
Because it’s too much money out here
And there’s too many honeys out here
Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird
Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Jump inside, oh won’t you roll with us?
Make the devil bite the angel dust
Shawty, shawty, please
Shawty would you go?
Shawty what you like?
Tell me what you want

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah
I just took a four to the head like “mane”
Drop the top on the slab, like “mane”
Off the top of the dome like “mane”
Nothin’ beatin’ home like “mane”
And the Screw tapes on like “mane”
I go Pimp C on the phone like “mane”
Flip side platinum don’t do chrome like “mane”
Had the south side fade, now let the braids hang
This shit S.U.C smooth like “mane”
Rest in peace, Screw, like “mane”

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Screw found international sound because…
…throughout the South, and it’s new to um…
Shawty got a thing for us

Maroon 5 – Girls Like You (Tokimonsta Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you
You spent the weekend getting even, ooh
We spent the late nights making things right between us

[Refrain: Adam Levine]
But now it’s all good, babe
Roll that backwood, babe
And play me close

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
‘Cause girls like you run ’round with guys like me
Till sundown when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too
What I want when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Post-Chorus: Adam Levine]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you

[Verse 2: Adam Levine]
I spent last night on the last flight to you
Took a whole day up tryna get way up, ooh
We spent the daylight tryna make things right between us

[Refrain: Adam Levine]
But now it’s all good, babe
Roll that backwood, babe
And play me close

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
‘Cause girls like you run ’round with guys like me
Till sundown when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too
What I want when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Post-Chorus: Adam Levine]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girl like you

[Bridge: Adam Levine]
Maybe it’s six forty-five
Maybe I’m barely alive
Maybe you’ve taken my shit for the last time, yeah
Maybe I know that I’m drunk
Maybe I know you’re the one
Maybe I’m thinking it’s better if you drive

[Tag: Adam Levine]
‘Cause girls like you run ’round with guys like me
Till sundown when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Not too long ago, I was dancing for dollars (eeoow)
Know it’s really real if I let you meet my mama (eeoow)
You don’t want a girl like me, I’m too crazy
But every other girl you meet is fugazi (okurrrt)
I’m sure them other girls were nice enough
But you need someone to spice it up
So who you gonna call? Bardi, Cardi
Come and rev it up like a Harley, Harley
Why is the best fruit always forbidden?
I’m coming to you now doin’ 20 over the limit
The red light, red light stop, stop (skrrt)
I don’t play when it comes to my heart, let’s get it though
I don’t really want a white horse and a carriage
I’m thinkin’ more of white Porsches and karats
I need you right here ’cause every time you call
I play with this kitty like you play wit’ your guitar (ah)

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
‘Cause girls like you run ’round with guys like me
Till sun down when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too
What I want when I come through
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Post-Chorus: Adam Levine]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you

Maroon 5 – Girls Like You (St. Vincent Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you (Ham?)
Girls like you (Stop)
Girl like you, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Not too long ago, I was dancing for dollars (eeoow)
Know it’s really real if I let you meet my mama (eeoow)
You don’t want a girl like me, I’m too crazy
But every other girl you meet is fugazi (okurrrt)

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you (Ham?)
Girls like you
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Why is the best fruit always forbidden?
I’m coming to you now doin’ 20 over the limit
The red light, red light stop, stop (skrrt)
I don’t play when it comes to my heart, let’s get it though

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you yeah yeah

[Bridge: Adam Levine]
Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you
You spent the weekend getting even, ooh

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
I’m sure them other girls were nice enough
But you need someone to spice it up
So who you gonna call? Bardi, Cardi
Come and rev it up like a Harley, Harley

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Verse 4: Cardi B]
I don’t really want a white horse and a carriage
I’m thinkin’ more of white Porsches and karats
I need you right here ’cause every time you call
I play with this kitty like you play wit’ your guitar
I play with this kitty like you play wit’ your guitar

[Post – Chorus: Adam Levine]
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

[Outro: Cardi B]
Stop
Girls
Cardi
Stop
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Stop

Ella Mai – Trip Lyrics

[Intro]
Oooh, yeah, yeah
I put my feelings on safety
So I don’t go shootin’ where your heart be
‘Cause you take the bullet tryna save me
Then I’m left to deal with makin’ you bleed

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s a whole lotta love, ain’t tryna waste it
Like we be runnin’ ’em out and never make it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna taste it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna face it

[Chorus]
But I think that I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you

[Post-Chorus]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)

[Verse 2]
Boy, you know we’re cool, and now you’re waitin’
But I act a fool when I don’t get it
And I’m steady bruisin’ just to save this
But I tripped on your love, now I’m addicted

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s a whole lotta love, ain’t tryna waste it
Like we be runnin’ ’em out and never make it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna taste it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna face it

[Chorus]
But I think that I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you

[Post-Chorus]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)

[Bridge]
That’s some kind of love, baby (trip, trip)
That’s the type of love, make (trip, trip, trippin’ on you)
It’s big enough, make me (trip, trip)
It’s big enough, got me (trip, trip, tripping on you)

[Chorus]
I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you

[Outro]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (baby, baby, baby, trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you, trippin’ on you, baby)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you
Said I admit I was wrong when I did it
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
Ooh, yeah, yeah

Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Tay Keith
Run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I’m flying above
I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I’m balling, bitch
Fuck [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan guts
I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
Homicide niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young nigga booked up

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Outro]
Damn, Denaro

Pitbull – Roof On Fire Lyrics

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn!

Kodaline – Worth It (Acoustic) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The stars in the pavement
Are washed up and jaded
There’s blood on the streets of gold
A beautiful waitress
Who just couldn’t make it
So far away from home

[Pre-Chorus]
Are you strong enough? Are you wise enough?
Are you giving up? Will you disappear?
When it comes to me, I don’t know you see
I don’t want to leave, but I can’t stay

[Chorus]
I don’t know if it’s worth it
Is it worth it? I don’t know
I don’t know if it’s worth it
Is it worth it? I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know

[Verse 2]
No one can see them
The angels and demons
Are testing how low you’ll go
The sunsets and sunsets
As dark as your heart gets
It’s best if you just say no

[Pre-Chorus]
But are you strong enough? Are you wise enough?
Are you giving up? Will you disappear?
When it comes to me, I don’t know you see
I don’t want to leave, but I can’t stay

[Chorus]
I don’t know if it’s worth it
Is it worth it? I don’t know
I don’t know if it’s worth it
Is it worth it? I don’t know
Is it worth it? I don’t know

[Bridge]
I don’t know, if I want it or if I don’t
I don’t know
I don’t know if it’s fine now or if it’s not

[Chorus]
I don’t know if it’s worth it
Is it worth it? I don’t know
I don’t know if it’s worth it
Is it worth it? I don’t know

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know

JayteKz – Let Life Begin Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo born in 1994 that is where my life begins
Chicago, Illinois city where you feel the wind
You’ll see the good, you’ll see the bad, you’ll see the saddest shit
Misunderstood or perhaps you’re just an average kid
Cause growing up shit just seems so complicated
Moving back and forth impossible to grow complacent
I fucking hated it, always had to fake a bit
Always faked a smile when I felt like breaking down to bits
I ask myself every single day
If Dad was home would my childhood still be the same? Or would it change cause a part of me was present?
I guess I’ll never know so I’m stuck with all these questions
I grab a bottle then I drink away
To take the pain away from all these broken yesterday’s
I grab a bottle then I drink away
Erase the pain so I can make way for better days

[Hook]
Uh I put my life in every word I spit
And I ain’t stopping so you might as well get used to it
They try to knock me down and tell me I ain’t shit
I’m staying at this ground just in case I have to spit
Sometimes to get a grip you gotta let go
Sometimes to grow fast you gotta learn to live slow
So I’m taking everything day by day
I’ll take my time with every step I take

[Verse 2]
I’m soul searchin’ working for this piece of happiness
I’m making change will you focus on fancy shit
I’ve never been the type to brag about the cash and tits
I’d rather speak my mind and give the world the classic hit
I know they’re watching every move I make
They see my hustle now they plotting on notes to take
I’ve come a long way from a couple years ago
State to state fans asking me to play a show
It’s so surreal when your dreams slowly fall in line
Your sacrifice and all your time and space within these rhymes
And now it’s paying off people know just who I am
Show up to parties I got fans tryna shake my hand
I promise pops I’mma put us on
So when he makes it home he has the world within his palms
I tell my fans I’mma put us on
Just keep supporting watch the whole world come sing along

[Hook]

JayteKz – Dreamin’ Lyrics

[Hook]
Everytime I close my eyes
It’s like the only time the world feels right
I don’t wanna be a slave to the night
But I’m afraid of the morning light
Cause I wanna keep
Dreamin’
Dreamin’
Yeah I just wanna dream
Dreamin’
Dreamin’

[Verse 1]
Ya I’m kicking back snapping caps off the bottles
Chilling with the homies we ain’t gotta work tomorrow
We feeling good we just some kids from Chicago
Chasing all our dreams, mine’s set full throttle
And although things get hard we never give up
We’ll slow down but I promise we gon’ pick up
Cause life is short so we gotta take advantage
Cherish every second never taking shit for granted
So we get together party on the weekends
Catch a good buzz yo it’s that summer drinking
Thinking bout’ the good times and all the stupid laughs
And how we kept a smile when everything was going bad
And it’s beautiful to see how far we’ve come
We overcame the battles never had time to run
And here we are, standing stronger than we’ve ever been
We made it through now it’s time to let this life begin

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ya it’s Friday night so you know this shit is going great
We’ve come a long way so it’s time to celebrate
I’m grateful for my fans and my family
Staying by my side even when they see the bad in me
And honestly I wouldn’t trade it for a damn thing
This smile on my face? Yeah that’s what my fans bring
They make me happy like I’ve never been before
That’s why I keep it real when it’s time to hit record (Always)
You see I’m loving life and everybody in it
Living everyday like tomorrow is forgetting
Wishing for the best but the best isn’t guaranteed
That’s why I work my ass off so I can plant the seed
I’m rapping deep cause that’s just who I am
Won’t change for the fame or perhaps a couple grand
Hope you understand that’s just who I am
Won’t change for the fame or perhaps a couple grand man

[Hook]

$UICIDEBOY$ – Carrollton Lyrics

[INTRO: JUICY J]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin’ man

[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]
You motherfuckers pitiful, I’m just sick of you
I’m a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!)
Let the Glock bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain’t the same
“Savage” tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I break the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up with your body
Autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppas and the shottys shooting everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them drugs
Cheeky jaws, locked clitch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I’m kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwoods, Swisha’s what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
Bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent
Thinkin’ I’m the chosen one
Bitch, I’m a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do?
Motherfucker, I’m a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I’m gonna be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I’m looking with a pipe beam
Nine-gram ring but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky
Am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I’m a fucking vet
I’m a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don’t give a fuck, kiss my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nikes Decades meet me at Heaven’s Gate
7th Ward by the lake ’till my death

[Outro]
He’ll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning—and you tell God you’re sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again

Marvin Gaye – Time to Get it Together [Alternate Version]

[Marvin riffing]

Jesus said time would heal ALL WOUNDS
(Time… Time…)
But we have to live right to get the time
(Time… Time…)
Oh, time
(Time… Time…)
Please, time, you got to be a friend of mine

Sometimes I am unable to move
(Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then)
I let temptation get me off of my groove
(Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then)

Sometimes I get it
Sometimes it’s hard
To stay with it
But right now, get it, gotta get it, get it
Got to stay with it
Makin’ up my mind to get it

Gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right
Pretty good lovin’, oh
Get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right
Oh, gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right – Woo!
Oh, gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right, baby
Oh, gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock –
My life’s a clock and it’s winding down
From the day you’re born
Till the day you’re in the ground

Come on, let’s say this thing together!

I’ve been racing against time
Trying my best to find my way
Change our world in just one day
Blowin’ coke all up my nose
Gettin’ in and out my clothes
Foolin’ ’round with midnight hoes
But that chapter of life’s closed

From the day you’re born
Till the day you’re in the ground

Father, forgive me
To sing and dance, give love a chance
Please be on my side
Please be on my side
Just a few more days and I’ll change my ways
Please be on my side

Ain’t no need
For us to leave
Before we want to
But if we respect father time in our prime
Aw, baby, we won’t have to

Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move

Like the rest of mankind
I’ve been racing against time
Trying my best to find my way
Change my world in just one day

“I can dig it, I can dig it!”
Cold-blooded out there, man, I been fooling around a long time
Yeah, I been trying to hit the big one
“You got to learn!”

Like the rest of mankind
I’ve been racing against time
Trying my best to find my way
Change my world in just one day
Blowin’ coke all up my nose
Gettin’ in and out my clothes
Foolin’ ’round with midnight hoes
But that chapter of life’s closed

From the day you’re born
Till the day you’re in the ground

I’ve got to say, I’ve got some debts to say (please be on my side)
Please be on my side (time, time)
Know I’ve done some wrong, I won’t be here long
Please be on my side, please be on my side

(Stop fooling with time!
Stop fooling with time!)

You know, Ed? Life’s a bitch, man
I tried my best to do right, man but you know it’s cold-blooded out there

Got to learn sooner or later, don’t you?

Got to learn! Life can’t be this way!

Got to sometimes in life, make a change. Every man has to make a change. Sooner the better is the saying

Sometimes it takes you a long time to learn

Way too long, way too long, man. Things be going down, you’ll be sorry for it

[Marvin relaying instructions for Sparrow, next track]
Get to the F-minor there, now the whole process repeats again
And then it just repeats!
Hey Mike, let me have a pelmel when you get a sec, please, bless you
Before we cut
One, two, three, four!

Charli XCX – Rhinestone Hearts Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You’re a picture perfect page
Paper romance for a face
Yeah, I’m a lucky star
And my wish won’t come true
I’m about to fall apart
Wish I held your rhinestone heart
But you would never open
You would never glow for me

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re with another girl
I’m never getting out
You’ll never gonna know
These secrets in my mouth
I never knew before
But now I realize
I blossom like the moon
When I fall through your eyes

[Chorus]
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
In these magazines

[Verse 2]
Lost in a corner of my mind
You sit and tangle of my lines
I read a thousand stories
Your whisper never starts to fade
I can smile and stare right through
Only happiness for you
Alone I cry an ocean
Ink and poisons starts to stain

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I should’ve made my move
But it’s too late to try
I lose myself to love
When I fall through your eyes

[Chorus]
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
In these magazines

[Bridge]
Lines, space in your mind
You don’t even know my heart is breaking
Ahh oh, ahh-ah-ah, oh

[Chorus]
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
Ah, ah-ah, ah, can you see me?
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
In these magazines
In these magazines

Lil B – Secrete Obsession Lyrics

Keep it real, I’m the realest, nyuh

God’s Father
2012 Lil B mixtape shit
Yeah it’s my mixtape, my mixtape better than they album, you feel me haha
I been doin this shit man, what yall talkin about man
You feel me
Man this some real shit

[Verse]
A lot of niggas slept on flows, told me I wouldn’t make it
From rhymin out the basement, to climbin on top of stages
Had to clear my air, never resorted upon the dangers
Put niggas under dirt like John Gacy
But I remembered how I started flowin in front of faces
It was 6th grade at P.E. tryin to remember
My nigga Leron Derrick G told me, write up on the paper
We would all compete on, who rhymes was greater
And they exposed me to lined paper
That’s when my whole fuckin life changed, I’m the greatest
Started rappin colder, Lil E showed me to pace it
My nigga that showed me the faces
In 7th grade a young ass nigga thought I was older because of my facial
First time I got head and, gave her a facial
8th grade, passin up school mane, occasionally
Thank god for summer school, I threw my education
When I hit high school I was sorry, a little blatant
That’s when I met L, started choppin it up occasionally
I realised he was a cool nigga but I couldn’t say it
We got a [??????] in skatin
And one day he offered me out to record
That changed my heart rate from normal, to pacing
Hit the studio…. … rappin man
EJ started cookin, writing verses up on replay
My first real hit was featured up on his demo
Called “Run Nigga Run”, I’m not speakin on relay
He told me he had a fan verse on replay
That’s when I told him I had somethin to free-say
Then I met Stunnaman right before the Wolfpack
That’s when he was Keith, but that’s the look
And I made my first solo, we on the grind and took that
But we did a remix, I felt I shook rap
We had a big session freestyle around the table
That shit started progressin and fuck with honest label
I recorded at his house, but I’m skippin some major fables
Started a cool company called the Boss Man label
But it didn’t work out because it didn’t even fit us
Then we seen the table, maybe 10th graders had earnings
Mic below the navel, and the shit was so unda man
I wonder

I got into a lil trouble man
Caught the cases, the bad kid from Berkeley, can’t replace it
But that shit fucked up my mental and made me lazy
So I slacked off of rap and started thinkin about my problems
My heart went from pacin, above joggin, act normal
Sometimes I feel I wanna replace it
You feel me?
When my grandpa died I feel like I was outta location
God damn

But yo niggas can tell this my diary, a blessing
My mum said your skin get thicker with lessons
Introduced me to the greats and started blowin up sessions
A wild crazy kid went home, lookin for chess and
I played the world pretty damn good, I guessed it
I had a secret life… … death was my obsession

Classified – Damn Right Lyrics

[Intro]
(Realtor) Hello! Come on
(Realtor) Nice to see you, welcome
(Classified) How you doing man, this is the place?
(Realtor) You bet it’s the place
(Classified) It’s a lot older than what the ad said
(Realtor) Oh it’s old; it’s real old, a man died in there
(Classified) Really?
(Realtor) Yeah, during the boom; bad handler
(Classified) Can we go check it out?
(Realtor) I ain’t never been in there, man; no one ain’t
(Realtor) No one been in there since the man died
(Realtor) You wanna check it out? Yeah, I’ll give you ten minutes
(Classified) Yeah, I wanna go check it out. Take a couple pictures
(Realtor) You take whatever you want
(Realtor) Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn’t go in
(Realtor) You go hear me, don’t break anything in there
(Realtor) You hear me? Don’t go breaking anything!

Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic)
Yeah, let’s take it back to

[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you

[Chorus #2]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
Yeah, you’re talking that bullshit
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
And yo, straight from the motherfucking field
Everything I do is too real, too ill
Said they want rap shit, gotta give ’em rap shit
Run up in your city with that gritty boombox shit
Yell it to the world, never sleep on me
I’m just tryna wake ’em up with some free coffee
This is what you need, this isn’t tongue in cheek
This is that one, two, three
No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak; like, come on
It’s going down, I’m ’bout to free fall
I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw
I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y’all
I ate a volume of balls bigger than beach balls
I’m locked and loaded this is for survival
Fuck fame, it killed my idols; Biggie and Michael
And ain’t nobody talking making any sense
Like people at the shows still sitting in the stands
Yeah; I bet it all like Pro-Line
I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine
They try to leave me out to dry, hang ’em from the clothesline
But watch me go with Showtime, that’s why I pay ’em no mind

[Bridge]
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)
Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on

[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you

[Verse 2]
Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you ’til you giggle
Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little
I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel
I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin’ so superficial
We know it, we know it; I keep it hardcore like parkour
Luke against the Dark Lord like it’s Star Wars
I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops
I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross
Don’t even try to correct me (you won’t)
Don’t even try to understand and dissect me
And keep your mouth shut, you’re talking too recklessly
I’m ’bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy
Successfully, I did this domestically
Without any recipe, I kept the integrity
I’m better than I ever been, I’m legend and a gentleman
Pumping like adrenaline, I’m pain relief like medicine
Man, who bumped the damn turntable?
I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal
Don’t ever stop the music when you rocking like this
‘Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in Nine-Six

[Bridge]
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)
Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on

[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you

[Outro]
Damn right
(Mike Boyd) Luke, where you at? Luke!
(Mike Boyd) Luke? … What are you doing man?
(Realtor) I guess their ten minutes is up

KRS-One – You Like Me Lyrics

As long as I’m dancin
Actin or rappin
Walkin around like
I don’t know what’s happenin
You like me (x4)

If I’m talkin bout drinkin
And nothin bout thinkin
As long as I’m high
And I never ask why
You like me (x4)

But the second I start with the state of the economy
Black leadership, Black gods and Black sovereignty
That’s when you can’t seem to follow me, confusion
You feel like you losin, I’m no longer amusin
This song’s about choosin, choosin why you cruisin
Either Black entertainment or the Black Revolution
People love to see a young Black man rap
Until he wakes up and realize he’s caught in the trap

So as long as I’m dancin
Actin or rappin
Walkin around like
I don’t know what’s happenin
You like me (x4)

If I’m talking bout drinkin
And nothin bout thinkin
As long as I’m high
And I never ask why
You like me (x4)

But the minute I get in it bout the way these rappers spit it
The minute I start spittin that truth here comes a critic
I freestyle off the top like removin ya yankee fitted
But they not really checkin for skills, they want the gimmick
Many of the challenges we face, we could solve em
But there’s no trust, no unity, and that’s the problem
Black people fightin amongst themselves that’s the problem
White people fightin amongst themselves that’s the problem
US foreign policy is simply just bomb em
Rebels against they own government, the US arms em
Then when things get outta hand, yeah they try to calm em
More money, more diplomacy, just charm em
If that doesn’t work then they move to “Osama”
Turn him into a terrorist, so they can disarm em
Through the corporate media, we don’t stand a chance
But too many people wanna us to just stand and dance

So as long as I’m dancin
Actin or rappin
Walkin around like
I don’t know what’s happenin
You like me (x4)

If I’m talking bout drinkin
And nothin bout thinkin
As long as I’m high
And I never ask why
You like me (x4)

You like me, you like me, you like me
You like me, you like me, you like me

Russ – Splash Out 3.0 Lyrics

[Russ]
Intro:
I love my freedom
But i risk it anywhere i see them
‘i i i i love mr. WOT entertainment’
G8
Cruuuddddddd
100 man fuck that
Big ting always on hip can’t lack
Anything 8 get brr get wack
Back out my, grip firm attack
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits
Free up my dargs they soon come back
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits
Free up my dargs they soon come back

Verse 1:
Classified member
I don’t know nothing ’bout pressure (none)
Do up an opp with pleasure (do him)
Akeee pull up my rams get splashy (splash splash)
Fuck the verbal attack me (come)
Got plenty names on this shank b (nuff)
Still walk with sticks come like bambi
She said i’m sweeter than candy (sweet)
Just hit up the spot and cream it
Samples for the cats just tease ’em
I love my freedom
But i risk it anywhere i see them (onsite)
Left numerous fuck boys bleeding
Left humerous big men screaming (bitches)
She’s mine if i start gunleaning
[?]
25+ your way too bitter
Live in the flesh
Fat boy got quicker
Still out here can’t see that nigga
Smash mans car, insurance nigga?

Verse 2:
Shit den, pull up they panic ching him (ching him)
Metal straight in him
Big ting ain’t no kitchen (large one)
Rip skin tear off his ting (tear it)
Cheeky try slap off a [?]
Back this one it comes with a bang (bow)
No talking just stretch out my hand
Slap more then 3 man in your gang
100 man fuck that
Big ting always on hip can’t lack
Anything 8 get brr get wack
Back out my, grip firm attack
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits
Free up my dargs they soon come back
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits (ching splash)
Free up my dargs they soon come back

Verse 3:
Test it
Bruck it
2 piece buss it
Ying yang flood it
Upsuh i love it
Test it
Bruck it
2 piece buss it
Ying yang flood it
Upsuh i love it

Outro:
Got kicked out a section too
Shsh backed a wap on you
Shit den i feel sorry for you
In your vid thats my jacket too
I don’t know nothing ’bout pressure
Do up an opp with pleasure
Akee fuck the verbal attck me

King Los – 410 Gang Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh
Ain’t no city light the city on
What nigga
Check it out look

[Hook]
410 410 410
410 410 410
Ain’t no city light the city on
Ain’t no city light the city on
Westside, eastside, southside
Northside niggas in the house like
410 410 410
410 410 410
Now shawty say she love my swag im in my bag (No cap)
Her nigga want some money don’t know how to act (No cap)

[Verse 1]
Okay, niggas looking silly ima prolly get a billi Im a product of the realest really got us with gorillas
Chilling in front of the building with my niggas in the jects
Lil nigga from the west getting figures in them checks like
Please don’t kill my vibe fuck up my day, yeah
Bullshit to the side fuck out my way, yeah
I hear them talk shit but thats okay
I just made another play a hundred k, yeah
Im from the town, Baltimore city they lay niggas down
I put it down, don’t fuck with no clown
They pushing that white or they flipping that brown no slipping lil nigga be gripping that ground
Convincing me take a lil trip through the town and I hold you down when you get to the

[Hook]
410 410 410
410 410 410
Ain’t no city light the city on
Ain’t no city light the city on
Westside, eastside, southside
Northside niggas in the house like
410 410 410
410 410 410
Now shawty say she love my swag im in my bag (No Cap)
Her nigga want some money don’t know how to act (No cap)

[Verse 2]
Im live and im from the side where they ride or die
A lot of niggas down to spy by the product I
Birthed a lot of niggas, served a lot of niggas
Hurt a lot of niggas, brutalized a nigga, murder lot of niggas
Ooh, I been a good king no cosign
I ain’t never heard no flow like mine
Niggas know I run this shit (On time)
Niggas know I run this bitch (On time)
Ooh keep it cool sure don’t crash slip uh
Chopper hit a nigga make him backflip yeah
I rap for the niggas never had shit ooh
Flew to the city got it back lit ooh
I reached out to every nigga that was building I slid in the dm’s that last made a killing and thats just the greatest muhfuckin feelin
Like hoppin in rarris and dropping the ceiling
Or being from nothing and clocking a million thats gangsta thats gangsta thats gangsta lets get it lets get it
This shit is a banger lets get it make a hundred million and come back and split with a

[Hook]
410 410 410
410 410 410
Ain’t no city light the city on
Ain’t no city light the city on
Westside, eastside, southside
Northside niggas in the house like
410 410 410
410 410 410
Now shawty say she love my swag im in my bag (No Cap)
Her nigga want some money don’t know how to act (No cap)