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Chief Keef – Reefah Lyrics

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 1]
I’mma bring the guap and I’mma bring the hoes too
And I got my shooter you can get your ass barbecued
Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin’ for you, nigga where are you?
You was lookin’ suspect, I ain’t want to harm you
Goin’ real fast I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was wit’ yo bitch nigga that don’t concern you
Steam out that choppa gon’ fuck around and iron you
Came out the streets made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin’ guap, eating nachos
Acting like you ride nigga ’till you hit a pothole
Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on ’em macho
K let off and it’s sounding like a congo
Go in my hood and it’s sounding like a jungle
Ain’t been back yet I’m still running from the popo
This .45 got more kick than the .44

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 2]
I’m sipping on [?] like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D’Ussé
Counting big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix fuck around, be too late
Drank that you’re sipping fuck around, be bool aid
Chains on me look just like ice age
I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid
Keep sneak dissin’ boy you don’t wanna fight me
Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y
When we let shots off she was sounding feisty
Plotting on shit she was sounding real heisty
Lazy ass nigga always worried bout what niggas do
Want to up the heat? Nigga duck ’cause I’m finna shoot
Fuck around and hurt nigga have the shells ending you
If you get money hit the lot ‘tell ’em Bentley you

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the phone wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

Popcaan – It Real Lyrics

Popcaan – Stray Dog (S**k Yuh Madda) Lyrics

Gage – Clap (Final Mix) Lyrics

Masicka – Born Criminal Lyrics

Fabolous & Trey Songz – All There Lyrics

Fabolous & Trey Songz – Bad & Boujee Lyrics

The Chainsmokers – Paris lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/-artist.html”>THE CHAINSMOKERS Paris lyrics

We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And I thought “Wow, if I could take this in a shot right now
I don’t think that we could work this out”

Out on the terrace
I don’t know if it’s fair but I thought “How could I let you fall by yourself
While I’m wasted for someone else”

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And you’re so proud standing there with the flower and the cigarette
Posting pictures of yourself on the internet

Out on the terrace
I don’t live in the area
Of this small town
On our own couldn’t pass for the thrill of it
Getting drunk on the bus we were living in

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris

Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Robin Thicke – Sleep All Day Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They’ talkin’ ’bout a revolution
The victims want to contemplate
They don’t believe the evolution
The party wants to demonstrate
We’re waiting on a confirmation
We gathered ’round the town of folks

[Pre-Chorus]
But the world is burning anyway
I gotta stop time, stop time

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

[Verse 2]
Only one person can drive the car
I’m focused on the destination
It’s so hard for anybody to hide
They see it’s from the constellation
They care less about your seven nations
They fall over laughing when you cry

[Pre-Chorus]
But the world is burning anyway
I gotta stop time, stop time, stop time

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

[Bridge]
All night
Can’t sleep
Can’t stop
I can’t lie
Realize my one time stop time

Ohoh-ohoh
Ohohoh

I kissed the world, it’s burning anyway
Anyway, stop time, stop time, stop time

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

[Outro]
Wake up
Wake up
Look in the mirror
Dream of me all day
Dream of me all day
Wake up
Wake up
Look in the mirror
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

King Chip – Sto’ Lyrics

[Intro]
Pull up hop out sto, sto

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Cleveland we back in town (nigga) yeah we back in town
This that run to the store get some black and milds
This that just swag King chip, he’ll be back in town
This that new shoe with the smackin’ sounds
This that come back from a 3-1 no backing down, yeah bitch
What you tryna’ get from me
Look at me tell me do you see a big buddy
Look at me and tell me can you see the big money
And If you don’t see it you’se a big dummy
I’mma crack a smile even if ain’t shit funny
I think I was supposed to inherit some ancient money
Now they got it set up so we can’t get money
If you don’t love me don’t say shit to me
Who you know been run the city, still run it
I done kept it 100 day one still hundred
Ridin’ through the city almost got killed from it
Lil nigga hold a gun infront of cops, still gunnin’
Real nigga never said too much and let these niggas know whats up, smokin’ in the cut
Yeah I’m from that “we don’t give a fuck”
And we champs now might as well buy something now bruh

[Verse 2]
I am a sto’, pull up with the sto’ come buy what you want
Lets hand to hand on the low
Championship, me and my niggas, we took that shit
She probably ain’t loyal
Stay away from her IG, don’t book that bitch, uh
Fuck how many likes I get
When the nighttime hit you could see I’m on some icon shit
Blood suckin’ python bitch
Can’t get the king chip suck a pipe bomb bitch
Yeah I know my fam still love me, my hood still love me
All my hoes still love me
Give no fuck about a nigga tryna’ steal somethin’ from me
I have something leave a nigga looking really funny
Aye, be cool, roll up, let me tell you
This ain’t what you want
Yeah got some bitches in the cut
I don’t give them what they want
I don’t give no fuck about no big butt
Call me King Chip (bitch what?)
Poured up a four
I finesse a double cup just like a pro
Yeah I come to let these niggas know
G6 in this hoe
Anywhere I go I got the sto’

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’ (there it go)
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull and I open up sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Produced by Big]

Trinidad James – S M B A L Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
Trust me
You think all these women faithful, that’s a facade
You can get played in this game, going too hard
She could have kids and a husband working two jobs
Still fuck another nigga, damn, that bitch got two hearts
Two phones, two cars, too many wrong examples
She taking it too far, she dealing with her demons
Nigga [?] she flying coast-to-coast
She gotta do the most, she’ll take your check and go
You a Comedy Central roast
You a king, you supposed to gloat
I forgot, you ain’t shit
You the one that built the bubble
Mama’s boy, you a pro
The honor roll like having hoes
Complicate them, let them go
Nigga, she coming for your son

[Hook: Lyric Wright]
You’ve been doing damage
Turned a rose into a savage
I thought I was a bad bitch
But you treat me like I’m average
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
I got him
Asking questions, but the answers you don’t wanna know
Or where I’m at or who I’m with, you sure you wanna know?
‘Cause every nigga gotta lose and every good girl got to learn
That every bad bitch got her day and she gonna catch a win
And if it ain’t your man, then she gonna get your friend
If she can’t get your friend, then she gonna get your family
Your cousin hit, your brother fucking, now, she on the daddy
She ate your sister’s pussy, shit, we ain’t even know she was lesbian
Was she making cash
‘Cause bitches keep tricks and niggas keep hoes
And if all you wanna do is fuck a nigga, then, nigga, just say so
And if you wanna fuck a man, then, baby, say something

[Hook: Lyric Wright]
You’ve been doing damage
Turned a rose into a savage
I thought I was a bad bitch
But you treat me like I’m average
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more

Trinidad James – Henny Cup$ Lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out to my nigga with that cup of Henny
I see you

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
From A-Town to New York, niggas die, like, every day
Shout out to them eses banging out of L.A
Eazy-E forever, nigga, N.W.A
UGK forever, nigga, Pimp, rest in peace
Life is like a dice game, I hope I never crap out
I tell you what I seen, sixteen with the strap out
Niggas selling dreams, lean, weed at the trap house
Bitches charging fees for the pussy, then she tap out
We out here chasing dreams, nigga, nigga, fuck a handout
And just because I couldn’t break bread, I ain’t your fam now?
And just because I made a better situation, niggas get to hating
Wait a minute, momma, momma, pray for me
‘Cause death could be around the way
Got me in the booth with the clip, by my hip today
Facts only, fuck writing checks, nigga, cash only
Trying to get my niggas straight, living in the moment
James

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Niggas let women run they relationship
Nigga, get your dick back, act like a man again
You wanna eat? Then move your feet, my nigga, you a mannequin
On Henny in that Skywalker, feeling like [?]
These blogs feel like police, the way that they attacking me
The police feel like blogs with these questions that they asking me
No dad, living fast, a black Trinidadian
And if I wasn’t rapping, nigga, I’d probably start trafficking
Made it out the trap and I won’t promise I won’t trap again
No disrespect, momma, your nigga just being real
The realest that I’ve ever been
You won’t believe the things these eyes seen
From moving on the scene and living out my dream
The brokest niggas richer and all the richest niggas scheme
Coming up, being rich was, nigga, just a dream
But now I see for what it is, I just wanna be real
Fuck that
I say, fuck that
I say, fuck that
Nigga, I just wanna be real

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

Chris Brown – Dat Night Lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz & Young Thug]
Yup!
Ay, I fucked round and made them niggas
God damn open ’em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
All my bitches, all my bitches
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin’
Fuck a pillow talkin’ nigga that be instigatin’
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me
I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin’ black bitches
Tippin’ 4 and I’m pourin’ 4 of Actavis
She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin’ up mattresses
Tryna ask me why I don’t nut
Percocet make the dick like a magician
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
Cause I cash different
I’m tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It’s a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods ’cause nigga livin’ in LA
It’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in LA
Know I’m from the third, I be reppin’ that VA
You ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can’t get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
Then hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young nigga tellin’ they telly tellies
I fuck her good, I don’t tell them nothin’
Nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
I get it in with a bigger budget
And the inside my car look like peanut butter
Trap it when you walk baby
I done came from rags to riches, did all baby
When we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
Fuck you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
Put my food in ya drawers
Bedroom dim like walls
Young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

G Herbo – Don’t Forget It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People judging they outcast what they don’t understand
The state don’t care why you was crossing borders with them grams
Nobody gon’ support your daughter, ain’t gon’ feed your fam
And ain’t no jobs for you but you ain’t gon’ starve, are you?
I come from the slums, nun but murder drugs
All the mothers addicts, all the daddys thugs
I rise above that
But all my people fuck with this so I show I love back
I ain’t forget where I come from and I shed blood at
It’s tatted on me nigags right know where my hood at
And it wouldn’t mean shit if I can go back where I’m good at
I’m by the cornerstore where [?] caught that slug at
And matter fact my nigga birthday just was yesterday
You Kobe cowards on the block feel like it was yesterday
Can’t forget about my niggas cause I miss my niggas
Way before this rap shit, every day I was with my niggas

[Hook]
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh

[Verse 2]
Now when I reflect on my past life it keep my humble
Help me balance out in my fast life
Woke up with no heat, no gas, middle of December
Mom’s boiling bath water nigga I remember
I ain’t even liked baths but I couldn’t take showers
30 minutes, getting the water hard at school late at hour
Now I’m in the towers, pool by the shower
Smoking out the pound, hallways smell like sour
I hit the ground a 100 days forreal
And my shit is still ain’t over
150 Dream Team, I’m tryna run that bitch like Hova
Always remind myself, not to get beside myself
If this rap shit fucked me over, I’d be right back on that sofa
In that trap on [?] fucking up that baking soda
No sleep, when I hear police gotta make it out the backdoor with the toaster
But them days ain’t take me over
Now when I [?]

[Hook]
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh

Tyga – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Madchild – Write It Down

[Intro] Organik
(Make some motherfucking noise for Madchild)

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Verse 1]
I’m dangerous like an angel with black wings and some gold horns
Lyrically the hulk, waking up with my clothes torn
Lyrically you suck like waking up with a coldsore
You got the other night from making out with a coke whore
Don’t bother trying to make sense, your shit I’m imagining
I’m just bragging with above average savagery
Dark arts and imagery, drawn from my tragedy
Shane’s brain’s a dragon ’cause of Shane’s pain and agony
Yeah, I’m breathing fire from a distance
Look at my persistence, firing on all pistons
You don’t want fuck with me, I’m sickest with this pen, boy
Meticulously ill just to ridiculously enjoy
Young Mike Tyson in his prime
Schwarzenegger in Conan
A no man, De Niro in Ronin
Terrifying immigrant, pair of limbs from ligaments
Smoking cigarettes, I still rap like I’m young and ignorant

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Verse 2]
These rappers suck
Other listeners as pissed as I am
Mystifying, twisted little giant with the fist of iron
Old school, never call me that, forever futuristic
I get it cracking, watch this cracker flip and go ballistic
I’m not ashamed to be the tyrant that I am
‘Cause I can get as violent as The Silence of the Lambs
Mind is riotous, pirate of the land, quit your sniveling
You can’t find a near equivalent deliverance
Making music for all my siblings
Trimming off the simplest, talking like I’m belligerent
Taking chances, fucking groupie bitches bareback
Silverback gorilla, I’m snapping like I’m a bear trap

[Sample]

[Verse 3]
Can’t believe I’m far from it again like I’m the laughingstock
Problem is a pussy perfect sweeter than an apricot
Now I’m feeling trapped, chains wrapped around my ankle socks
Connected to a concrete block with bolts and shackles locked
(Fuck!)
Before I drown like I’m a sack of rocks
Back to ripping songs with killer hooks like I’m a tackle box
I’m an angry ox
Underground with all the fucking Fraggle Rocks
Hope you get the picture like a Magnavox

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Outro/Sample]

Lil Uzi Vert – Ps & Qs

[Intro]
Yuh
I ain’t gone lie
This song right here slick hatin’
So

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money

[Verse 1]
She had a nigga that was on the music scene (what, thought he was me?)
Had a nigga, thought he was going straight to the league (yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby I swear that, that nigga gone bleed
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me

[Verse 2]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s, yeah
Cause that could happen to me, yeah
Ran that girl to the big league, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Like, haha, oh well, now your girl with me
Like, Austin was holding her up, yea, um boy please
Like bye bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 3]
Watch out for my doors
Lambo that bitch roar (skrt)
Tell my girl that the world could be yours, yeah
Number one rule, don’t listen to whores, yeah
No, you’ve never lived this life before, yeah
More money than your last man, of course, yeah
Drivin’ in that foreign, yeah
Where you thought you was goin’ in that Ford
I took what’s yours, yeah
I made her mine
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah

[Outro]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s

Christopher – Free Fall

[Verse 1]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

[Verse 2]
We hang [?] to people falling
Love at the same time
Acting like It’s no possible
[?]
When you see the [?] is falling
Baby now you can [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

[Bridge]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

Kamaiyah – Freaky Freaks

[Verse 1]
Hennessy in my cup and it’s filled up
Shout out to the freaks in the building
If you nasty, then I’m nasty, too
And I fucks with you cause you a real one
Fuck it up all night cause we still young
Wake up the next day and we still drunk
I’m drunk as hell, he fucked Chanel
He be getting around, but I still fuck
Cause I’m nasty, N-A-S-T
Add a Y to the shit, get drunk all week
Slow grind to the reel, we don’t fuck off beat
Got the pups and the bumps in some cut-off jeans
I be freaking that shit like it’s ’95
Fall asleep in the Jeep, I’m too high to drive
It’s the Henney in my cup and the freak in me
I’m just looking for the sluts and the freaky freaks

[Hook]
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks

[Verse 2]
Shawty want the digits to my brick phone
Shawty want the code to my beat book
Shawty wanna go to the bathroom
And do some things that we never gon’ speak of
I’m just a freak of the industry
The young freak with the Hennessy
And if I do some things to your boyfriend
I bet the nigga gon’ remember me
I go by Ill Yaya, the [?] hooch
Been on fire since ’92
If he look, bet he chose, wrists on froze
I ain’t never really been the type to lose
I’m just a young black chick with a attitude
Better move out my way when I’m passing through
It’s the Henney in my cup and the freak in me
I’m just looking for the sluts and the freaky freaks

[Hook]
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks

[Outro]
All these niggas and all the hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ fuck
All these niggas and all the hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ fuck

Skillz – 2016 Rap Up

This past year was a bummer
Looking back, it kinda makes me wonder
How it came and went and damn near took everyone under
Its crazy out here and even though it was tough
I’ma run it back, this is 2016 Rap Up

Denver won the Super Bowl, Cam came up short
Leo got his Oscar and El Chapo got caught
They got mosquitoes with the Zika, so don’t get bit
Peyton and Kobe Bryant both called it quits
I gotta admit, Fam, I get mad as shit
When I swipe my card and they say "No, You gotta use your chip"
Damn Daniel, "Hamilton" was lit
Who let Kanye West get 53 million in debt?
And Rihanna went to work without taking a pause
ISIS popping and y’all worried about bathroom laws?!?
Come on, fam
How that sound?
So we out here standing up
Just so y’all can sit down?
Warriors went on a streak and then they got served
Panda was a hit and we couldn’t understand the words
Huh, and Khaled kept snapping
These youngins keep mumbling
I guess y’all call that rapping
I’ve seen "Stranger Things", come on dude
Y’all out here shooting gorillas and punching kangaroos
Janet Jackson pregnant at 50, dog
So for you ol’ broads, there might be some hope for y’all
I ain’t throwing shade, it ain’t that deep
Shit I don’t want nobody out here fucking with me in these streets
Then Birdman ran up on Charlamagne
And Lil’ Wayne still not ‘puttin’ respect on his name’
Michael left Kelly trying to get paid
But the world stopped when Beyonce dropped Lemonade
She slayed, and over-shared
And ya’ll still trying to find out about ‘Becky with the good hair.’
As far as questions, I got one
"Hey Hov and B, is y’all finished or is y’all done?"
Son, I don’t know if it was fake
I know KD did the running man challenge all the way to Golden State
The whole year made no sense
Dog, we live in a world without Muhammad Ali and no Prince
Then Gucci came home
And he looked so different y’all was like, "naw, that’s got to be a clone"
Y’all was glued to y’all phones
And LeBron got it done for the Cavs and brought the chip back home
Snapchatting all over the place
I swear to God, if I see one more girl with a dog on her face
It was a sad year for sure
Instead of being woke though
Y’all wanted to play Pokemon Go!
And rap got weird, should we be concerned?
Young Thug in a dress, Yung Joc got a perm
And everybody was in the Presidential race
Ryan Lochte, Oh he gets the Michael Phelps’ face
Game and Meek beefing, Hillary and Trump
Kap took a knee, T.I., Brad Pitt got dumped
And Trump said he going to build a wall on the border
Ya’ll will probably go to flip bottles water
The snow storm had the East underground
The kept shooting black men but wouldn’t shoot killer clowns
They kept telling us to use our voices
Knowing damn well they ain’t really give us no choices
Get an iPhone with no headphone cord
Or get a Galaxy and go and meet the Lord
See they go low, and we go high
You only got two friends. Why you trying to go Live?
I’ma miss the Obamas, I don’t wanna see them go
My prayers to everyone that we lost in Orlando
The Oscars were so white they had to get Chris Rock
And the album of the year had to be Anderson.Paak
Cubs finally Won, Usain was on fire
Melania Trump hired the wrong ghostwriter
I’m petty with the manners
‘Cuz I think Kim K. got robbed by Joanne the Scammer
Ooouuu
Biters keep testin’ me
They making rappers, but they ain’t got the recipe
Huh, Yeah that’s facts
Shout to Young M.A. for bringing New York back
And I hear y’all talking about "Kanye is fine"
Well to us it look like Kanye done lost his mind
Cowboys kept ballin’, them boys in the zone
Bryson Tiller came along, kept telling us "Don’t"
I’m highly favored
I clap back on my haters
I be the beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
The mannequin challenge, oh, that’s how y’all feel?
The World moving dog, we can’t just stand still
Beyonce made sure y’all got in formation
One time for Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Did Drake bag J.Lo? I say kinda
But y’all was all up in arms over Rob and Chyna
And that’s a new level of female pimping
Biggest L of the year goes to Hillary Clinton
You ask me, man, I thought she had it made
You ask me now, shit, I think we all got played
Another sign of the times
And now the whole World laughing at us, sounding like ChewbaccaMom
2016 was a bully and a punk
On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?
Pardon me, as I vent
Bro, we made a reality star the President
And that just makes me sick
Talking about, "We gotta give him a chance." Naw
I ain’t got to give him shit
It’s going to be hard to cope
Because you can’t have progress, dog, if you don’t have hope
More pros, less rookies
And if America’s ours, how we let it get grabbed by the pussy?
They say I sound mad, off the cuff
Oh, I sound mad? Y’all don’t sound mad enough
So from here on out, we gotta set the tone
Y’all protect yourself and protect your own
And way too many people got called back home
2016 you can go, and I’m glad you’re gone
Felt like a long bad dream
I’m wishing you love and life, Welcome to 2017

SiR – Where I Wanna Be (Donell Jones Cover)

I said I left my baby girl a message
Saying I won’t be coming home
I’d rather be alone
She doesn’t fully understand me
That I’d rather leave than to cheat
If she give me some time
I can be the man she needs
But there’s a lot of lust inside of me
And we’ve been together since our teenage years
I really don’t mean to hurt her but I need some time
To be alone

But when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be
Where I want to be

Sweet little do-dee-do-dee
I don’t mean to hurt you baby, oh no
Never did I imagine
That you would play a major part
In a decision that’s so hard
Do I leave, do I stay, do I go
I think about my life and what matters to me the most
Girl the love that we share is real
But in time your heart will heal
I’m not saying I’m gone
But I have to find what life is like
Without you

But when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be
Where I want to be

Sweet little do-dee-do-dee
I don’t mean to hurt you baby

See when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be

See when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be

See when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be

Where I want to be

I’m sorry baby

The Avalanches – Bad Day (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[Intro: Shuggie Otis + Freddie Gibbs]
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Yeah, yeah
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Yeah, uh, yeah
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
I wanna thank the young Freddie Kane, man
Freddie Kane

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Life without fear
Puttin’ five karats in my baby girl’s ear
Used to put the cars in my baby mama’s name
4 A.M. for breakfast we was cookin’ cocaine, now it’s lunches
Brunches, interviews by the fuckin’ pool
No security, I’m solo with my fuckin’ tool
Niggas tweetin’ ’bout a murder, bust a fuckin’ move
If we comin’ through, we leave their bodies on the fuckin’ news
Channel 7, Channel 2, Channel 5, nigga
Hit me up, I bet my homies down to ride, nigga
And it’s just how this shit go where I reside, nigga
Welfare, food stamps, how we survive, nigga
Yeah, I guess it’s hard for me to shake this
Automatic, bad habit, help me break this
Rollin’ through, my shooters war up and face shit
Crack rock, straight base, ain’t shit to play with, yeah, nigga
Uh, yeah
Crack rock, straight base, ain’t shit to play with, yeah, nigga

[Verse 2]
And it feels like I’m not really gettin’ through
And it feels like I’m not really gettin’ through
And it feels like I’m not really gettin’ through
Yo what’s up?

[Outro: Stevie Wonder]
For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of
Long before I knew
Someone warm like you
I never dreamt of making my dreams come true
I never dreamt of making my dreams come true

Cashmere Cat – Throw Myself A Party (feat. Starrah, 2 Chainz & Tory Lanez)

[Intro: Starrah]
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Another party, ‘nother Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes invited
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the telephone
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in a trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 2: Starrah]
12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only had one drink
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they wan’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get lit, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends, down to get it in
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

[Hook: Starrah & (Tory Lanez)]
(I just wanna get drunk)
And throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Outro: Francis and the Lights]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

Beyonce & Shakira – Beautiful Liar

Ay, Ay, Ay
Nobody likes being played
Beyonce, Beyonce
Shakira, Shakira (hey)

[Beyonce] He said I’m worth it, his one desire
[Shakira] I know things about ’em that you wouldn’t wanna read about
[Beyonce] He kissed me, his one and only, (yes) beautiful Liar
[Shakira] Tell me how you tolerate the things that you just found out about

[Shakira] You never know
[Beyonce] Why are we the ones who suffer
[Shakira] I have to let go
[Beyonce] He won’t be the one to cry

[Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
[Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without ’em
Just a beautiful liar

[Shakira] I trusted him, but when I followed you, I saw you together
[Beyonce] I didn’t know about you then ’till I saw you with him again
[Shakira] I walked in on your love scene, slow dancing
[Beyonce] You stole everything, how can you say I did you wrong

[Shakira] You never know
[Beyonce] When the pain and heartbreak’s over
[Shakira] I have to let go
[Beyonce] The innocence is gone

[Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
[Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without ’em
Just a beautiful liar

[Shakira] Tell me how to forgive you
When it’s me who’s ashamed
[Beyonce] And I wish could free you
Of the hurt and the pain
(Both) But the answer is simple
He’s the one to blame

Beyonce Beyonce
Shakira Shakira
Beyonce Beyonce
Shakira Shakira
(Hey)

[Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
[Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without ’em
Just a beautiful liar

Kis-My-Ft2 – Gravity

Gravity
I feel it pulling me down, so deep to the ground
KMF 2, Let’s get DOWN !

Idomu 7 Dreams nana-iro no Seas
……. Betsubetsu no Style kasanatte Rize
Hitotsu to naru Team futatsu to nai michi
……. U betta hold on Tight, habataite Let it Ride !
Go ! Let’s GO !

Ho wo agete houi sadamete oikaze oikoshite koko e
Mezasu sora utsuru Smile on your FACE

Sono osore ga ikidomari nara chizu wo kakikaeyou
Tamerai mayoi no kotae wa It’s all in there
……. Like Gravity, it’s right there !

Sou mune no naka
G-Get up ! G-G-G-Get up now ! Ayunda kyori kattou no kazu
Don’t Give up ! D-D-Don’t Give up ! Chikara ni shite
……. We’re gonna fight together !
Kimi no sono omomi wa
……. "G" wo toraete ippo fumidase
Kimi ga sasaete iru
……. Yeah, tsugi no sta"G"e e
Fuan nara Feel the Gravity
KMF2, Here’s another verse, now get DOWN !

Hashiru 7 Days nana toori ni Play
……. Meguru Everyday Looks all the Same
Tamesareru Game kowasenai kabe
……. Don’t ever let it Shade, habataite Let it Fade !

Sono itami nori koete chizu ni kakitasou
Atarimae no you ni kotae wa It’s all in here
……. Like Gravity, it’s right here !

Sou mune no naka
G-Get up ! G-G-G-Get up now ! Namida no saki egao ga nozoku
Don’t Give up ! D-D-Don’t Give up ! Arinomama de
……. We’re gonna fight together !
Kimi ga omou yori
……. "G" no neiro de tooku hibikase
Kimi wa yowaku wa nai
……. Yeah, nozomu ima"G"e de
Akiramezu Fight the Gravity

Ha ! Kis-My-Ft 2’s gon’ take U up higher
Feel the G to da beat’n odore ya’ll
Juuryoku no you ni Feel it
Inryoku no you ni Pull it

Nan no tame dare no tame me wo tojireba
Ukanda mou yami nante kowakunai
……. Like Gravity, it’s right there !

Sou mune no naka
G-Get up ! G-G-G-Get up now ! Arashi no nochi aozora hiraku
Don’t Give up ! D-D-Don’t Give up ! Saa tachiagare
……. We’re gonna fight together !
Kimi no sono egao wa
……. "G" no SUPIIDO de koko e oide
Boku wo sasaete iru
……. Yeah, todoke next a"G"e e
Tokihanate Free the Gravity

Feel it pulling us down it’s Gravity, Feel it pulling us down…
KMF2, Let’s get DOWN !

Ryoga – Rock This World

Hibikaseru kakumei Fun Time
Here We Are Now kasaneru One Life
Believe Or Not We Gonna Have A Good Time
So Get It Started Yo Baby Show Me What You Got

gari youtensei

Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On
Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On

Come On Get Up Stand Up sono te tatakina
mune no takanari wo Turn It Up Yo Everybody
hane no keru puresshaa keri agero tenshon
ichido kiri no yakudou wo uchi narase

ROCK THIS WORLD
Yeah Break Down kaihou hitori omoiteki Vision
We Run This World
Uh Get Down Ride On kono biito ga saikyou Invitation

nagare ni hamukai Just Do Or Die
oretachi ga jidai mou yaru shika nai
okose! Gekiteki ROCK THIS WORLD

gari youtensei

Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On
Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On

Lock Up… ! ! Kihin afureru kono toiki ni
rikaishiaenai musuu ni hirogaru koi kiri
Reverse!!Our Time Has Come…
sorenara soutou medatsu tte kotodaro Ha… itadakou… ?
Hey Yo Ladies oborena enbi na geijutsu
Gentlemen toraeyo sekai wo te ni suru kono genjitsu
shiganai gyakkyou Jack! Jack! Jack! Yume de owaranai I’ll Be Back!!
Ichido kiri no michi wo ikiro muri no kuchi wo tojiro Hell No! !

Come On Get Up Stand Up jibun wo kakagena
mune no takanari ga tarinai nara Move Your Body
afure dasu kuresshendo uchiageru misshon
ichido kiri no yakudou wo toki hanate

ROCK THIS WORLD
Yeah Break Down kaihou hitori omoiteki Vision
We Run This World
Uh Get Down Ride On kono biito ga saikyou Invitation

nagare ni hamukai Just Do Or Die
oretachi ga jidai mou yaru shikanai
okose! Gekiteki ROCK THIS WORLD

gari youtensei

Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On
Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On

Polly Cutter – I’m Satisfied (Lyrics On Screen)

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
Ooo, I’m satisfied
When you’re loving me

Temptation was too strong
And when you’re in a game of love
I must control
I know you know that I give in so easily
‘Cause your love is killing me
I lose control

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
Ooh, I’m satisfied
When you’re loving me

And when I’m really alone
And I call you on the phone
You come home
Tell me, yes, you do, in words and you
Whisper in my ear
And I know you’ll soon be here
‘Cause, baby, you come home, home

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
I’m satisfied when you’re loving me

Oh, yes, I am

Oooo, I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
Hoo, I’m satisfied
When you’re loving me
Oh, yes, I am and you know it

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
I’m satisfied when you’re loving me

[FADE]

Cindy Bullens – Trust Me

Who’s been telling you these things
Don’t you know it’s not true
You believe those crazy guys
They decieve you with their lies
They make you believe
What they want you to

Ooh, darling, look at me
I wouldn’t be here
If I did not care

I wouldn’t hurt you if
My life depended on it
Love don’t work unless
You learn to share it
No, it won’t work at all

[CHORUS]
But you can trust me
Put me in your pocket
It’s your lucky day
When you get by, trust me
Let me in your socket
It’s the only way
Love will shine

Oh, I want nothing more
Than to take you in my arms
And to show you I am true

It’s clearly understood now
I won’t touch if
You don’t want me to

Right now, do you believe me
Darling, it’s all right

Everytime I see you
Oh, you know I bleed
Cause, oh, you seem so scared

You got wounded
In the war of hearts
And your love
Shattered everywhere
Well, nobody seemed to care

[CHORUS]
But you can trust me
Put me in your pocket
It’s your lucky day
When you get by, trust me
Let me in your socket
It’s the only way
Love will shine

Trust me
Put me in your pocket
It’s your lucky day
When you get by

Trust me
Let me in your socket
It’s the only way
Love will shine

Cindy Bullens – Too Close To Home

Where did you get that information?
Why did you plan this infiltration?
I just take for granted
That I come across so cool
You’re not supposed to know

[Chorus]
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
Trying to take my heart away
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
(I don’t even know myself)

There’s not supposed to be anybody loving me
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to hear, I don’t want to see
Oh, baby, try to understand it
You’re driving me insane; you’re never gonna win

[Chorus]
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
Trying to take my heart away
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
(I don’t even know myself)