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bLAck pARty – Best View

[Verse 1]
Because I’ve got the best view in the city
Even the sunset can’t compare
I’m not on the top floor
No penthouse life for me
I’m not on the ocean shore
With water as far as eyes can see
I’m sitting here staring at you
And I’m liking what I see
I’m sitting here staring at you
And there’s nothing I’d rather see, Darling

[Chorus]
Because I’ve got the best view in the city
Even the sunset can’t compare
Because I’ve got the best view in the city
So forgive me if I stare

[Verse 2]
I’m not on the Vegas strip
With all the lights on the boulevard
I’m not on the hollywood strip
With famous people and fancy cars
Sitting here right next to you
And there’s no place I’d rather be
I’m sitting here right next to you
And there is nothing I’d rather see

[Chorus]
Because I’ve got the best view in the city
Even the sunset can’t compare
Because I’ve got the best view in the city
So forgive me if I stare

Bas – Clouds Never Get Old

Said I’m calling all my niggas with me riding
Dressing room like we keep bitches on the rider
Bus full of white girls singing akinyele
Momma I think I just met me a Madonna
Everything glowing ain’t a diamond
I know everything glowing ain’t a diamond
Girl you shining

But I ain’t felt love in a long time, and I told you that when we woke up
I guess that might have been the wrong time
My best pick up line is young nigga with money, I ain’t playing
My best pick up line is young nigga with money

Killing these niggas, I got a feeling
These niggas is out to get me but trust me I got ’em
Straight out the borough my city love me the thorough
My nigga you don’t want none of them problems
She acting crazy she calling me baby I just be feeding them bitches the bottles
She live in way up in Harlem but she come to me when I call her
And she all about her fashion she be working for vogue
Me I’m all about my stacking I be working the road

But them clouds never get old
Them clouds clouds never get old

So focused on, make the dopest song
Got this chick open on, got her lit on patron
Got her ticked off, cause I got no tick for her
I got no time, but I got some dick for her now
She was lit, I was milk
Girl don’t let that milk spoil
You got some friends that stress you
He ain’t loyal, I got some friends, don’t let ’em think for you now
Pull up the whip for you now, here go the town
I am no pimp, but I am a player
You not with the shits? I’ll talk to you later
I’m playing girl I got a thing for you now

But I ain’t felt love in a long time, and I told you that when we woke up
I guess that might have been the wrong time
My best pick up line is young nigga with money, I ain’t playing

718 to your state, 212 to your city
My best pick up line is young nigga with money, I ain’t playing
718 to your state, 212 to your city

Throwing fishing nets in the ocean to cash
Good catch, it’s the hoping that last, nigga
And bring them hoes back to the pad from the show
But only if they know how to act, nigga
Don’t ever get stuck on your laurels like
All of them stuck in the past niggas
Shit, it’s how I got past niggas
For real

Said I’m calling all my niggas with me riding
Dressing room like we keep bitches on the ride up
Bus full of white girls singing Akinyele
Momma I think I just met me a Madonna

Trevor Wesley – Just A Fling

[Verse 1]
Pretty lady we’ve been talking on a daily
And now maybe it’s time we take it somewhere
Your perfection is a blessing
And girl my intentions are more than pulling your hair

[Chorus]
But oh, baby I can’t wait now more
(Girl you know you stay on my mind)
Oh, so tell me what you waiting for
(Baby girl don’t waste my time)
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
Or we can be the real thing
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
But you know I want the real thing
Tell me one way or the other
Cause we could go the either way
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
But you know I want the real thing

[Verse 2]
Conversation off at least the situations
Where an action proves love is a verb
Either lover or a friend
That’s where if I can give you everything
I’d give you my world

[Chorus]
Oh, baby I can’t wait now more
(Girl you know you stay on my mind)
Oh, so tell me what you waiting for
(Baby girl don’t waste my time)
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
Or we can be the real thing
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
But you know I want the real thing
Tell me one way or the other
Cause we could go the either way
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
But you know I want the real thing

[Interlude]
(Girl you know you stay on my mind)
Oh
Oh
(Baby girl don’t waste my time)

[Chorus]
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
Or we can be the real thing
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
But you know I want the real thing
Tell me one way or the other
Cause we could go the either way
We can be a fling, just a fling, just a fling
But you know I want the real thing

Lorine Chia – Love Is Blind

Haunts me in my dreams
Haunts me in my dreams
When i go to sleep
Covers everything, so it’s all i see
In the night
Deep inside my mind
Words cannot define
It takes all my time
They say that love is blind
They say that love is blind
They say that love is blind
Cause when its hard to manage
Take my blessings for granted
I’m living like a savage
Woken by the madness
Man, i need to find some peace
But everywhere i go, it follows me
Waiting for my soul to key
Its haunting me
Haunts me in my dreams
When i go to sleep
Covers everything
So its all i see
In the night
Deep inside my mind, words cannot define
Its takes all my time
They say that love is blind
They say that love is blind
They say that love is blind
I try to get away to clear up all my vision
Its getting reckless, i don’t want to end up missing
Don’t wanna lose myself in all this complication
I’m holding onto everything i got
But somehow, he chose me well, my heart was felt
I’m tied and ..this loves there holds me once again
Haunts me in my dreams when i go to sleep
Covers everything, so its all i see
In the night, deep inside my mind, words cannot define
It takes all my time, they say that love is blind
They say that love is blind

J.R. Donato – Word To Yams (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Verse 1: J.R Donato]

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I ain’t worried ’bout no bitch
Thumbing through the check
Boy, money got me sick (money got me)
My Aston got me sick
Cash, cash
My car go fast, fast
Nigga Ferrari smash
Money bags (ay)
Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick)
I might just smash, (uh)
Pass her to my clique, then I hit her last
I ain’t worried bout no bitch, boy I’m off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas
I ain’t worried ’bout no bitch, boy I’m off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
These cops on my ass
Dirty kitchen, dirty cash
Cash Carti, money bags, yeah
Hoe I keep a sack
Got a cup filled with of act
I’m a real ass nigga
40 clip with the strap
Blow a nigga off the map
Blowing backwoods in the trap
Niggas talking down while my nigga spray

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I ain’t worried ’bout no bitch
Thumbing through the check
Boy, money got me sick (money got me)
My Aston got me sick
Cash, cash
My car go fast, fast
Nigga Ferrari smash
Money bags (ay)
Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick)
I might just smash, (uh)
Pass her to my clique, then I hit her last
I ain’t worried bout no bitch, boy I’m off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Should of seen hoe
It’s all good though
Pull down my pants, oh
Don’t use your hands, woah
I heard about you girl
You heard about me two
You heard i got them bands
I heard that mouth a (?)

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I ain’t worried ’bout no bitch
Thumbing through the check
Boy, money got me sick (money got me)
My Aston got me sick
Cash, cash
My car go fast, fast
Nigga Ferrari smash
Money bags (ay)
Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick)
I might just smash, (uh)
Pass her to my clique, then I hit her last
I ain’t worried bout no bitch, boy I’m off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas

Gwen Stefani – Misery (Sub Español)

[Verse 1]
Where’d you go?
I got so used to being ’round you boy
I’m trying not to care, but where’d you go?
I’m doing my best to be sensible
I’m trying not to care, but

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re like drugs, you’re like drugs to me
I’m so into you totally
You’re like drugs, you’re like drugs to me
Drugs to me

[Chorus]
So put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Enough, enough of this suffering
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery, put me out of my misery

[Verse 2]
Out the door
I’m thinking things I never thought before
Like what your love would taste like
Give me more
Don’t sell this feeling at the grocery store
All cause your love, it tastes like

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re like drugs, you’re like drugs to me
I’m so into you totally
You’re like drugs, you’re like drugs to me
Drugs to me

[Chorus]
So put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Enough, enough of this suffering
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery, put me out of my misery

[Bridge]
Put me out
O-out of my misery
Put me out
O-out of my misery
You’re in so much trouble
(You better watch out)
Yeah, you’re in so much trouble
(You better watch out)
You’re in so much trouble
(You better watch out)
Yeah, you’re in so much trouble
(You better watch out)
Oh

[Chorus]
So put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery (put me out)
Hurry up, come see me
Enough, enough of this suffering
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery, put me out of my misery
Put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery
Hurry up, come see me
Enough, enough of this suffering
Hurry up, come see me
Put me out of my misery, put me out of my misery

[Outro]
Put me out
(You’re in so much trouble)
O-out of my misery
Put me out
(You’re in so much trouble)
O-out of my misery
Put me out
(You’re in so much trouble)
O-out of my misery
Put me out
(You’re in so much trouble)
O-out of my misery

D.R.A.M. – Cash Machine

I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Don’t you know that I got that bag
And best believe my mama straight
I sent some bands to Tatiana
And if I brought you out I’ll pay your way
I copped a second set of goldens, these ones way more colder
I’m in the sky like all the time and now it’s no layover
My records all across the wave and there was no payola
This money new, these hundreds blue, I’m talkin’ no Crayola
My credit card is a plastic bankroll
Still keep that knot cause I get guap from paid shows
Got a palace in the cut layin’ low
Talkin’ to that-
It does whatever I say so
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
I used to get the coldest shoulders
But now I get the hottest ass
How I feel bout you is lukewarm
It burns you up cause I got all this cash
I’m askin’, "Where you work at
What kind of car you drive"
Beat down Accord, cashier up at Five Guys
I get thousands for the walk through inside
Night clubs, strip clubs, big bucks, yes sir that’s right
You done got left if you don’t got my new number
A rich man told me it’s a part of the come up
Remember when they used to want me to shut up
Now it’s ironic cause I only conversate with those hundreds
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
They don’t matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in

Rich The Kid – I Dont Care (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I told that bitch I’m a player
I got money everywhere
Flexin’ soo much make ’em stare
Whoop, throw the racks in the air
Water on me, that’s clear
Make her suck it anywhere
I’ll make your bitch disappear
Fuck up a check I don’t care
I told that bitch I’m a player
I got money everywhere
Flexin’ soo much make ’em stare
Whoop, throw the racks in the air
Water on me, that’s clear
Make her suck it anywhere
I’ll make your bitch disappear
Fuck up a check I don’t care

[Verse 1]
Check (check), bass ya (bass!)
They did gave some money to the wrong nigga
Fuckin’ ya bitch and the bank too
Ya ain’t hatin’, but you broke like ooh
[?] a whole Lamb, my might buy two
I got a check, everything brand new
Pick up the phone, call Will Smith
Looking for a stake in Philly
Fresh on my the jet, I’m the freshest in that bitty
All my bitches has [?]
Too much lean, need a new kidney
She sucking my dick while the roof missin’
Whoa, check, yah
I got Karrueche on the texts
Made half a mil, dropped the shit on my neck
Balenciaga, put a lamb and I’m bent
Broke and booshie dumb bitch she a bird
Forgiatos, foreign scrapin’ the curb
No friends, I will choppin’ it first
Pussy good, I’mma buy her a purse

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I told that bitch I’m a player
I got money everywhere
Flexin’ soo much make ’em stare
Whoop, throw the racks in the air
Water on me, that’s clear
Make her suck it anywhere
I’ll make your bitch disappear
Fuck up a check I don’t care
I told that bitch I’m a player
I got money everywhere
Flexin’ soo much make ’em stare
Whoop, throw the racks in the air
Water on me, that’s clear
Make her suck it anywhere
I’ll make your bitch disappear
Fuck up a check I don’t care

[Verse 2]
Water…, drip…
I got a chain from of grip the jewler
Niggas plottin’, gotta stay with a shooter
Boyfriend, broke fuckin’ a loser
Money short, like I’m pissing a ruler
More ice, you can’t fit in a cooler
Vlone Thug stay with a ruger
Bankroll, stretch
Overseas they still hatin’
Goveyard and they stay with the paper
Rare bitch gave me thub in the air
Throw it up, let me fuck in a Lamb (skuurt!)
I don’t trust niggas, they bogus
I’m in Paris, money on me
Bogue boy, still way
Fuckup a check that I made today
Tell ya, overseas look better on scray
I told that bitch I’m a player
Hittin’ malls, bought a pill
Don’t come around, you a square
Blue cheese everywhere

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I told that bitch I’m a player
I got money everywhere
Flexin’ soo much make ’em stare
Whoop, throw the racks in the air
Water on me, that’s clear
Make her suck it anywhere
I’ll make your bitch disappear
Fuck up a check I don’t care
I told that bitch I’m a player
I got money everywhere
Flexin’ soo much make ’em stare
Whoop, throw the racks in the air
Water on me, that’s clear
Make her suck it anywhere
I’ll make your bitch disappear
Fuck up a check I don’t care

Rich The Kid – Bm (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
Bitch I’mma make you my BM
I get to four two peions
I get to four two peions
A.M to the P.M
Bitch I’mma make you my BM

[Verse 1]
Bitch bed imma bust in her pussy
Pocket stuff with the cookies

Rich The Kid – New Wave (feat. Famous Dex) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
Yuh! Trap!
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

[Rich The Kid:]
They tryna copy the wave
Rich Forever getting paid
Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)
Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

[Famous Dex:]
All these rappers turning foo
They just wanna learn the moves
I got them hunnid’s they blue
I spent a grip on my shoes

[Rich The Kid:]
He got something, but that nigga got dropped
Audemar, that’s a house on my watch
Came from nothing, now they want me to stop
Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

[Famous Dex:]
Wait
I remember in them days
Young used to have them braves
Swear to god I jump a gate
30 yea, right down my waste, might just catch a case

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

[Famous Dex:]
I walk right in the party
Red bottoms on, how you do that?
Wait
Lemme call up Rozay
Hold up, yea
"Bro where Rich at?"

[Rich The Kid:]
Haha
These broke niggas keep talking
Yo bitch keep on stalking
Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)
Green money like Boston (wait)

[Famous Dex:]
I know you wanna join the wave
Wait, cool of, hey
Fuck yo little bitch with a brace
Can’t fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man god Damn)

[Rich The Kid:]
Blue money like the wave
Goyard on me, I’m paid
I leave a mess on her face
New foreign on the escalade

[Famous Dex:]
Imma just fuck on her friend
Young nigga, we setting trends
Rich forever, yea we win
Pull up in the Mas’, nigga fuck a Benz

[Rich The Kid:]
She want a bag, I can buy that
Break her off like a Kit-Kat
Got a lay her down, Maserati was black
Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

[Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
Rich Forever getting paid
Money machine might break

[Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
Whoa wait
They tryna copy the style
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Reach for my chain, boy how
30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

Rich The Kid – Greedy (feat. Jeremih) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Let me pick and roll, say you want the play play
Want a fix huh? Slide in your playground
All she know is big business, all I know is gettin’ in it
I walk through some doors, just bought the coupe, no ceilings
Nah, I ain’t tryna just spend it, but fucked around and threw rain here
All I know is we runnin’, Forrest Gump into the money
Told her, "It’s bedtime" wrist on wristwatch
She said, "Daddy don’t stop" leave the band on my spot
Nope, they talkin’ in the street, some are chasin’ that Summer breeze
Face on a wall like Mona Lisa, clap that ass, don’t need no audience
So cold, leave the Summer [?], hope you ain’t on no teasin’ teasin’
So fine you ain’t gotta sneak her, kick a little then we get to sneakin’

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
She be callin’, she fiendin’, four in the mornin’, she need it
You a fool when you eat it, my flex on her for no reason
I’m in Paris, she freakin’, neck cold, wrist freezin’
Waterslide, she leakin’, straight to fuckin’, ain’t speakin’
From the bottom, got this shit out the street, I was hustlin’, made a mili a week
Overseas, on a jet for the cheese, fifteen hundred just for my jeans
All she know is big business, flexin’ up ’cause I’m winnin’
Copped the foreign a new Bentley, she wanna peel with that [?]
Why they hatin’, pull up Lamborghini, model bitches out the magazine
Lil’ foreign put on for the team, makin’ money, you can’t intervene
One hundred, I can never switch up, too foreign, got my trunk in the front
Bad bitch, give her dick and a blunt, too greedy, talkin’ ’bout what you want
Rich!

[Hook: Jeremih]
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy
I don’t wanna get greedy
She only calls when she needy
Got bands in the duffle
I count paper, don’t read it
Call me Mister Big Shot
I hit then won’t stop
Doing big, can’t stop
She only calls when she needy

Rich The Kid – Dont Want Her (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Intro]
Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
Ya, I just want her [?] faster

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 1]
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
"Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
Lil thot gimme top ice in my wrist watch
Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
Kissed a hoe and I’m appreciate , she sick (urgh)
Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
Call me the goat
Too much lean, got a purple fo
I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
Nigga they tryna be me
Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
I got a foreign, I just make her count it
All of my business don’t need no accountant
Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 2]
Keep on winning, got the face up
Rolling with a MAC with a back up
Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
Cut her off with a scizor
Countin’ money, get a spinner
Nigga fall like the winner
Came for the ball and gotta flex up
See a hundred, got a learn keep callin’
Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
Wake up and see more Benjamins
Change a check, yeah dat way
Countin’ money, get a headache
Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

Rich The Kid – Blessings (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’d hate you
Play a bitch like a safety
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Then she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Couldn’t get it by the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Both red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the truck where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in I8, what you doin’ on my I7
Damn (?)
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boy used to trap in a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Call me one time and its over shit
Driving my rover shit
Get to a milli and over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
Straight from (?) then church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

Rich The Kid – Dat Way (feat. Migos) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yo, yeah, Dat Way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don’t sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
The plug pull up on me anyday
He told me pull up to his mansion alone
And don’t come in with all that gun play

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put the huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Double park, double park, parallel park
Then I pick up that Backwood and spark
So many artist can’t even say where
But they picked up the flow, I don’t know where to start
Shopping cart when I go pick up my narcs
So many animals like Noah’s Arc
Hop on the chart and I pop me a percocet, pour me a fo’ befo’ it can depart
I land in Cali, my plug pull up on me with pints of the Act, I don’t want no Wockhardt
Make your hoe ride along with me
Got unfinished business, got me feeling like Kevin Hart
Back up, that camera pop out when I park
I got that Draco, come out after dark
Niggas going to act like they ’bout that life till you pull up on them, see that it’s not in their heart
This nigga just think he the coolest, a groupie he putting on a act like he shooting a movie
Kicked them with fashion, I’m talking my dab and they thought it was Newton, then you must be stupid
Trick that bitch make her trap for me like Lucy
We got the keys to the street, I gotta use it
Pull up in my mansion, the crib is extended
The bitches, my nigga, I’m feeling like Pookie
Dat Way, dab at the runway
Got me running to the M&M’s, I’m thinking it’s a rat race
Ya main bitch on backpage
I pull up with a ‘Yonce Lemonade
Migos performing up at the Barclays
J’s test the dope, said it was parkay
I been trapping, it’s a long day
We the ones that brought these niggas to the game

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard?
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Dat Way
My bitch is bad and boujee
Calabasas, I was trapping in Coogi
Blue cheese drop a 50 in Gucci
Wipe my red bottoms down like I’m Boosie
Dat Way
We could make a movie like a matinee
In the kitchen with the white like mayonnaise
Pull up on the plug like Dat Way
This for the culture, stay with the bird like a vulture
Play with my niggas, put you on a poster
Dat Way
Maserati matte black, getting head on a good day
When I go get the new Bentley I just wanna flex on my bitch, she a bird
Yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Tunechi

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, It’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

Rich The Kid – Liar Liar (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar
I ain’t never been a loser
I spent a grip at the jeweler
Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler
I need the syrup like pancakes
You aren’t iced up, that’s fake
Flexing around, not a liar
I set the city on fire
(x2)

[Verse 1]
Boy, you riding in a rental
Two bitches, I’m stuck in the middle
Woah boy, you a liar
I fuck her, she seein like Mariah
I got the trap jumpin’ like
I got your bitch ridin’ like
I got to win, I get the check and I spend it
I don’t need no friends
Water, water, water, water
I hit the hoe and record her
Rolley, rolley, that’s a check
Birds singing, keep sweat
The world mine, the world mine
I got the sack and now I piss ’em off
Rich forever, I’m the boss
No neck, bitch? Got to can it
Jump in the house , it’s abandonded
Diamonds bite, switching guard then I’m flexin on them
Ridin (?) too clean
Blue money, blue money
Forgien bitch countin’ 50s and 20s
Band jumpin’ like bungee

[Hook]
Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar
I ain’t never been a loser
I spent a grip at the jeweler
Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler
I need the syrup like pancakes
You aren’t iced up, that’s fake
Flexing around, not a liar
I set the city on fire
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Young nigga keep flexin’
I get a check with no question
The money ain’t wastin a second
Rich nigga, you a peasant
Diamonds cut like a barber
Sit in the track, eat lobster
I bet she do it for the fame
Diamonds they boxxin like Suga Shane
Pockets filled with asparagus
Walk in the kitchen, experiment
Baby you know I got to go, I need that paper
(?) Chain cut like a shank
I told you I don’t need help, I had to hustle myself
Everybody stop and they starin’
I think I might want a Mclaren
Overseas in Paris
The altar with money, we married
Look at my water, that’s clarity
Verified like a parakeet (brrrppp)
Niggas askin’ for a handout
I was really hustlin’ in the street

[Hook]
Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar
I ain’t never been a loser
I spent a grip at the jeweler
Bitch, I dropped my wrist in a cooler
I need the syrup like pancakes
You aren’t iced up, that’s fake
Flexing around, not a liar
I set the city on fire
(x2)

Rich The Kid – Ran It Up (feat. Young Thug) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Intro]
Thugga whaddup brotha
I’m finna pull up dat way, mazi way, ya dig
Keep flexin
Man you know these old ass niggas hatin’ bro
We got this shit fucked up
We done ran it up
Alright bet see you in a minute

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
I told y’all I play with the keys man
I told y’all play with the keys baby nahmean
Rich on the beat one time

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I put more rings in my fingers
I got that white like Topanga
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
My dick in her mouth a retainer
Pull out the strap with a laser
The Goyard got racks you a hater
Run it up, got 50 racks, my pockets stuffed
I got a Glock like a ranger, walk up on me you in danger
Skrt, I was broke til’ I whipped the vert
Bend it over, thats yo bitch, I’m liftin’ up her skirt
You cuffing’ that ho like a cop, I’m bagging queens on the block
Rick owens it cost me a whole lot of guap
Ain’t fuckin’ I just want the top

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like Topanga
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
If a pussy nigga hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
If a pussy bitch hatin’ I don’t give a shit
I’m just tryna’ duck the police nigga crime shit
I’m just tryna’ duck them people in them crown vics
Pour a four then slow up
Told that bitch put her clothes up
"i8" got the doors up
Sandwich on me, nigga cold cut
Recording on the back of the bus and I’m poured up, (Swear)
Make the lil bitch jump like a frog yeah nigga I told her

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a Topanga
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Your main bitch the one you hate
I need that lean like a patient
I know that you said I wouldn’t make it
I’m walking Chanel, got on laces
Give a fuck about magazines, pistol came with magazines
They hating’ on me I don’t care, Fendi socks and underwear
In love with the man in the mirror
Hold up ran up a sack then brought it to the trap
We forever on the map
Breaking my wrist bring it back
The Mazi paint it matte black

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a Topanga
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors (I don’t!)
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck
I put more rings in my fingers
I got her white like a hanger
Walkin’ in trap with my banger
A mansion I don’t got no neighbors
Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up
Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck

Lloyd Banks – Headache & Heartbreak (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Intro]
(Authentic)

[Verse 1]
Fool dumb as the last nigga that got at me
Shot up with bags of D
Fresh out of LIU, welcome to Halloween Havoc 3
Turning my mileage in, the last time you’re seeing me back for free
Blood in my writing pen, hype again, striking methodically
Honestly, can’t nobody see me
I’m in stealth form, champion
Kept the belt on, bodies for trampling, never felt for ’em
I don’t got the time to hate, let alone put the words together
At-ing niggas and never get at ’em, this is purging weather
Stack up on your surgeon cheddar
You’re rat and reptilian merged together
Folks know the fire, penned in disturbing letter
Giants stomping holes in these tracks, keeping the road crumbling
Opps don’t got no choice but falling back, uneasy souls hovering
Here’s the soundtrack for the riders, progress keeps the loads coming
Dollars won’t divide us, we’re back to the gold thugging
Flaunting armor through your airwaves, drown ’em in stereo
Wonder what took so long to spot ’em, these clowns took over years ago

[Hook]
Think so we’re done, I lied, I lost my mind
Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind
Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind
Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re (?), you cross the don
Make one mistake then knock you off your throne
I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home
That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own
You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong

[Verse 2]
This time of year it’s hard to sleep, better bullets and trucks of red
Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head
Field kicking this shit for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg
Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled
They tell you foul shit about me, don’t deliver it
Lee on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it
Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment
Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain’t feeling shit
Anticipate reviews of my resume in the hottest summers
Look at what they push now, (?) gimmicks and one hit wonders
Perform in an empty stu’, fendi crew with the gun slid under
Lightening to your family room, disrespecting the son of thunder
Been here over (?) nigga
So for stomping daily, snap a monster picture
Blue and black from New York City’s hardest hitter
Problem baby, born guerrilla
Panic charms a killer
Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered

[Hook]
Think so we’re done, (?) lost my mind
Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind
Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind
Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re (?), you cross the don
Make one mistake then knock you off your throne
I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home
That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own
You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong

Lloyd Banks – Compensate (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
I bet your write up your list
Break off the motherfuckers proper
Groupies siphoned from cliques
Nigga you always been a hopper
What you hope to turn into then turned on me with a shocker
Boy you’ve been growing your own bud, you took a swim in vodka
If I come back to this planet, I’ll be fresher
Strong as Brock Lesnar
With an army of faithful followers, the shorty mind wrecker
Fuck ’em all and charge the corny con extra
And now you tight but let the .45 stretch us
Spending my mornings tribeca
I got the street shit down with the lock (?)
You’re the receiver of 16 slip, crown me the opposite
Sway wait for a minute, finally I commit
He’s somebody to cosign my records, gotta leave hostages
Mouth full of (?), flap of bodily consequence
Certain danger to be the remainder, probably hot defense
Bury the field up on rappers, follow me out the stench
Shame when you
The uncontainable product be (?)

[Hook]
That fucking round’ll finish you
Trouble will come at you directly, out here ain’t nothing subliminal
The aftermath is criminal
Just get your money, mind your business, you’re talking more than the women do
Compensate for tough beginnings
I’m thinking S-Class, neck flash, best grass, and all year winning
Break the door and let my niggas get in
Something gotta give quick, living like it’s no limits in him

[Verse 2]
Marijuana scholar, relax, can’t take my love from ’em
Barbaric activity, we can bang over one color
Shorty spot the kid and went stiff, you think I stun gunned ’em
Pocket knife and load in my fist, take out the club rumbler
Marble ganja dressed past, perfect to split your brain over
Only right I test your glass, Rollie rocket flamethrower
Police out the plane close ya, throw me out the Range Rover
Lowkey I remain Cobra, won’t leave out the game sober
Gotta be hands on with the paper, money counter pet peeve
Been everywhere at least twice, still landing back to Benz breeze
Rapping and quibbling to (?) 10 keys
My horror aura scares mic stylers and the MCs
I’m feasting lovely every night, you on a fast food budget
Body a rook and change your life, then you get tattoos of it
Finesse my album on the crack stoop blunted
And (?) my last few summers (?)

[Hook]
That fucking round’ll finish you
Trouble will come at you directly, out here ain’t nothing subliminal
The aftermath is criminal
Just get your money, mind your business, you’re talking more than the women do
Compensate for tough beginnings
I’m thinking S-Class, neck flash, best grass, and all year winning
Break the door and let my niggas get in
Something gotta give quick, living like it’s no limits in him

Lloyd Banks – Money Crime (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
Cheffing up continuous rapper raps in my melting pot
Injuries consecutive, snapping necks ’cause I’m felt a lot
Mix me in with the great names, weirdo ones on the shelf to rot
Bread in the box is hot with no car swaps
We were dealt the block
I’m rollin
This emcee’s chosen, your end piece open
Always cooking, look at the Benz he’s smokin’
Cement we toting
Broken from foul disappointment since youth
Our only choice is fix truth
Listen, my voice will hit roofs, record in a bulletproof booth
Birds in ya movement soon as you pull a few coupes
Turn to snotty, your stuck-up tight is group loose
A shotty to your deuce deuce
Back on my worse behavior, the don who raised ya
Hoping a legend takes a shot at me, bet my response is greater
Somebody quote me, I’ll be back for the trophy, beyond creative
None of them really how they making it seem, peons persuasive
Been all your life you witness something this cool, freons and tanks
If I get the black and foul reaction
You’re boring really, the crowds relaxin’

[Chorus]
Counted a nigga out, but you fucked up and got a survivor
It takes a check to go to war, let’s take it dollar for dollar
We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
Giant in the game of little niggas, watch me fucking tower
Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet
Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
Stumbling out the ‘jets, headed to the tops what I expect
Put that on the set, stomp competition for rec

[Verse 2]
Here’s your overdose of reality
The ghetto made me sharp, carve my anatomy
Gem star to your writing arm, what a tragedy
Stronger, I get the break from these demons harder
They grabbing me, battle ’em with the powers to be
Bomb in the traffic free, terrorize your rap entry
Sing along with catastrophe, niggas never been half of me
I split apart they lacking G, hoopties outta my fucking lane
Wanted timer designer his buckle frames
Not many can hang, maybe a couple names
Pencil me married to clarity, check my knuckle game
Bars climb through hard times, coming in clutch, my crutch is pain
Cancerous critics done tampered with it, no fucks remain
Fuck ’em all with a passion, I’m classic CD deluxe and frame, I’m living
My flow is like a S6 with the kit in, the world in my palms
Two decades too long, juggling women
Got stones jumping in rhythm
Ice package, my wrist rocky
Spotlight in my ear chaing hitting like big papi

[Chorus]
Counted a nigga out, but you fucked up and got a survivor
It takes a check to go to war, let’s take it dollar for dollar
We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
Giant in the game of little niggas, watch me fucking tower
Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet
Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
Stumbling out the ‘jets, headed to the tops what I expect
Put that on the set, stomp competition for rec
Counted a nigga out, but you fucked up and got a survivor
It takes a check to go to war, let’s take it dollar for dollar
We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
Giant in the game of little niggas, watch me fucking tower
Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet
Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
Stumbling out the ‘jets, headed to the tops what I expect
Put that on the set, stomp competition for rec

Lloyd Banks – Hunger (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Don’t ever doubt my hunger
You’ll never know the difference whether upper or my last number
I love to make you wonder
If you don’t bring shit to the table we’re done, the bums will take you under
You come from nothing, they told us from the playground
You fall, you don’t stay down
The watchers got an appetite for winners that after us all day now
Your trust is in the (?)

[Verse 1]
If you ain’t dyin’, it ain’t urgent
I figured out your type for certain, the attention seeking type of person
A righteous man, I like the verses
As fake as practicing now, setting traps as he rehearses
Being loud while being low defeats the purpose
A lil wisom, you can take it or leave it to each’s hearses
Like the villain meets the circus, a master piece for purchase
Violators should have room to relapse, beneth the surface
Knowing that bullshit gon come back, timings your visit
Barely do the speed limit, your black, mindin’ ya business
Think I’m being watch over or something, [?] the devil sent his demons as scouts, sometimes I hear it
Bet the trouble is waiting I play it cool
For the kids that might be listening to me, just stay in school
No compassion, cry a river to splash in, won’t change the rules
Impossible to out run the reaper, when your name is due

[Chorus]
Don’t ever doubt my hunger
You’ll never know the difference whether upper or my last number
I love to make you wonder
If you don’t bring shit to the table we’re done, the bums will take you under
You come from nothing, they told us from the playground
You fall, you don’t stay down
The watchers got an appetite for winners that after us all day now
Your trust is in the (?)

[Verse 2]
Leaches take your kindness for weakness, deceit from no one
Getcha money, live your life or your family should be your slogan
No (?) to get my mind clear, figured you’d need an omen
Will it bring me the unthinkable, never believe its broken
If I get out the bottom, I pull ya up
To my people don’t be worrying bout me, my fully tucked
You face your time ain’t no avoidin’ it, anyone can get touched
If you gon’ risk it make it count, why petty crimes and cuffs
Hope for beautiful dreams, popped up enemies and funeral screams
Hollows and [?] make the musical clean
Murdered the booth of 15, bloodied the [?] its the usual scene logos for ornaments amusement for kings, don’t got the temp to spare niggas you improvisin’
Easy it to press hear triggers hit niggas noggin’
Being online is a fee, you let the bitches log in
They dun left you on E, don’t know who did the robbin’

[Chorus]
Don’t ever doubt my hunger
You’ll never know the difference whether upper or my last number
I love to make you wonder
If you don’t bring shit to the table we’re done, the bums will take you under
You come from nothing, they told us from the playground
You fall, you don’t stay down
The watchers got an appetite for winners that after us all day now
Your trust is in the (?)

Lloyd Banks – On My Life (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
I’ll put it on my life (I’ll put it on my life)
I’ll motha fuckin’ take it there you leavin’ out the world tonight
Murder will suffice (murder will suffice)
Live from the hood with nothin’ nice shoulda thought twice
Follow no advice (follow no advice)
Around here you gotta make your own way roll the dice
Mind on the heist (mind on the heist)
Down to get it anyway everybody try

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
My sight set on a better me strugglin’ to become it
Product fightin’ out kitchin’ rumblin’ in the cupboard
No time to get caught up rather cut up with these hundreds
This is what papa done made me I was [?] than a stomach
Choppin’ the wall feelin’ my drug go into public
Don’t believe in me today don’t show up when I’m inducted
You be out here on your fuck shit why would I keep in touch with
If everything’s that’s keeping you down I feel discuss quick
Close to the edge anyway push me if you want
The 40 or soul statue grab a pussy like Trump
Got what you achievin’ your life time in the month
Been holdin’ back on a ton of shit right time in the dump
I get to blackin’ when I want peers dreadin’ my come back
Runnin’ a nigga shoutin’ obscenities [?] is on flat
Get your handle for one stack
[?] your hear your front crack stuck in the sky
All over dumb rap

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
I’ll put it on my life (I’ll put it on my life)
I’ll motha fuckin’ take it there you leavin’ out the world tonight
Murder will suffice (murder will suffice)
Live from the hood with nothin’ nice shoulda thought twice
Follow no advice (follow no advice)
Around here you gotta make your own way roll the dice
Mind on the heist (mind on the heist)
Down to get it anyway everybody try

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
When you been on my darker days I was strugglin’
You be poppin’ up as soon as I pop lookin’ for somethin’
Need a spray bottle to sanitize the huggin’
Prayin’ to God he heal my head you was fantasizing concussions
Said I was in your best interests but wasn’t
Now you caught in the vapors and my money fragrance I’m buzzin’
Cousin all I got is thuggin’ these drugs and empty nights of clubbin’
Everything up front and direct ain’t livin’ righteous subbin’
I’m 50 grand through out and [?]
I had a band for every [?] built a prison bring the bricks to me
Ammo by the uzi I’m risky gamble black and choosy
Jury box commando switch the hand to rap and rubies
Step out the movie with shells and chronic smells
Every time I trap you gotta hit rewind shake bells
Fleece sweater my treasure swells
[?] rappin’ you tick tockin’
Benjamin’s till can’t nothin’ fit I need a fifth pocket

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
I’ll put it on my life (I’ll put it on my life)
I’ll motha fuckin’ take it there you leavin’ out the world tonight
Murder will suffice (murder will suffice)
Live from the hood with nothin’ nice shoulda thought twice
Follow no advice (follow no advice)
Around here you gotta make your own way roll the dice
Mind on the heist (mind on the heist)
Down to get it anyway everybody try

Lloyd Banks – Salute (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
BUCK!

[Hook: x2]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

[Hook]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
G-Unit’s like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
(This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)

Lloyd Banks – Repetition (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money knocks from block ties, in the slums I’m favorite, going over dumb heads, top five is an understatement

Antagonized to the animal out, no one can tame it, whatever I don’t live long enough to fix, my son will change it

Murdered every club you name it, toast, flipped it and rearranged it, married hustlers still celebrate the engagement

God’s laughing at plans, won’t take for granted the second hand, you wouldn’t understand, your yacht-master never left the land

Take care your fam, we eat wit em’, see you no lesser man, no love for the weak side, dropping Fritos and extras, damn

That disrespect shit don’t fly, G-code we check the land, the profit that will be made will comply, C- notes protect the plan

Soldiers with the same goal, poverty help connect the clan, all in the evil’s landfill, find a key and ?

There’s madness to my method, yo’ ass is gon’ respect it, hit the masses, tip the record, they’ll be running out of gas any second

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Same problems, different day, feels like the clocks working against a nigga, ain’t no time to drift away

Toys will make the bitches play, I switch my shit up for nobody, doubters always going to have shit to say

Another K, another hommy, I think I had an outer body, this the illest shit you ever seen

If you dumb enough to try me, I put them numbers on you, you be having a forever dream

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Niggas got my name all in the talks again, you know we buzzing. Anything I ever did, I want it too, you owe me nothing

Gotta watch for enemies, top of the police dumping niggas that claimed to have my back then, confidence told me fuck em’

Very southern scene in the mix, then we got the 30 with us, hung on me for so long, what a feeling to curve these bitches

Kick my habits, I’m clear-minded, no blurry business, haters see me up again, tears dropping with Curry quickness

Part of my stance, I been pissing champs, jeweler got my wrist advanced, preachers no chance, help the consistent camp

I made a way for these niggas, peep my commission dance, I watched destiny slip through hands, genius will notice

My simple fans, pictures flipping, don’t care for the politics they watch, funny how years ago Trump was giving me mixtape drops

Little crosses in the big face watch, pray to God I lift they stocks, beggars around in the event that this shit may pop

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Lloyd Banks – History (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
Bar flipping for whoever will listen I been your favorite
Heard my first verse from hot 97 feel like I made it
Give up this shit and just scramble nights that I made it
Gave my better half to music still underappreciated
Overlooked this is somethin’ that we created
Nigga will rather run from the culture yet come for the easy payment
Stuck with the cliché got the belief to change it
Overshadow with the thought of you possibly being famous
Wanted never run from the cops and they brain [?]
Its so easy to forget sunny days the rain raised us
I felt some kind of therapy joinin’ the cypher
Had to jot to keep my hands still made me strong as a writer
Flew past the stage as a hobby song of a lifer
Took undivided attention it’s cool long as I like her
Somewhere down the line flirtin’ turn into love
Out here waitin’ for my turn to reap
Tournament for the thugs

[Hook]
We got all this history but you don’t fuck with me like you used to do
Can’t you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful
I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true
I been front row at the funeral hopin’ I catch your contact
Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract
Doubtful I’ma ever get my mind back

[Verse 2]
You no longer need what I’m bringin’ that’s what you’re tellin’ me
Turn your back on my wisdom for catchin’ melodies
Lemme guess theres a line of rappers ahead of me
Planted my hood flag in the ground where they can never be
Bunch of crabs in the barrel pile on the jealousy
Further I got away found me stepping down from celebrity
You don’t deserve hospitality be a casualty
Body strung up for cavalry knot right along with your battery
Too many lacking the knowledge fraudin’ for salary
Took this shit in my own hands being all that I had to be
The game is muffled now need a moment of clarity
Your work is a reflection just leave it home, don’t embarrass me
Born into hip hop you feel a bar set raise when my shit drops
Most dangerous drug right out the zip lock
Plug me into your system and get a lit block
Had to adapt to what it went through
Pistol on hip cocked

[Hook]
We got all this history but you don’t fuck with me like you used to do
Can’t you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful
I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true
I been front row at the funeral hopin’ I catch your contact
Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract
Don’t feel I’ma ever get my mind back

Alisiya – Ти Ли

Наречи го раздяла отсъствието ми,
че в ръцете ти не спя, че ти липсвам и не ти звъня.
Имаше ме – сриваше ме, другите извикай сега,
да те прегръщат вместо мене – аз преглътнах го това.

Ти ли ме разби, ти ли ме уби, ти ли на парчета ме остави,
които щеш лъжи – много ти личи, повече от мене те боли.
Ти ли ме разби, ти ли ме уби, ти ли на парчета ме остави,
лоша новина, знаеш, че съм аз, тази дето трудно ще я забравиш.

Наречи го раздяла егоизма ми сега,
че добре си или не спрях да питам – все ми едно ми е.
Имаше ме – сриваше ме, другите извикай сега,
да те прегръщат вместо мене – аз преглътнах го това.

Ти ли ме разби, ти ли ме уби, ти ли на парчета ме остави,
които щеш лъжи – много ти личи, повече от мене те боли.
Ти ли ме разби, ти ли ме уби, ти ли на парчета ме остави,
лоша новина, знаеш, че съм аз, тази дето трудно ще я забравиш.

Спря ли за мен да те боли /х2
Кажи ми, спря ли за мен да те боли,
спря ли за мен да те боли.
Спря ли, кажи ми спря ли,
спря ли, спря ли?

Ти ли ме разби, ти ли ме уби, ти ли на парчета ме остави,
които щеш лъжи – много ти личи, повече от мене те боли.
Ти ли ме разби, ти ли ме уби, ти ли на парчета ме остави,
лоша новина, знаеш, че съм аз, тази дето трудно ще я забравиш.

SunBee – Hello Shopping King Louie Ost Part 4

When Sunny Day
It’s Fine Day
Hello Hello Hello
Where Am I and Are You
It’s Dark I Can’t See You
하나 둘 사라진
망설였던 나의 Step
다시 널 불러
Hey You Hey You Hey You
Hello Hello Hello
너라는 별이 빛나는 곳
그곳이 바로 나의 우주
언젠가 그 별이 빛을 잃어도
꺼져가는 너를 찾아서
나의 빛을 비춰줄거야
With Shinny Light of Mine
When Rainy Day
It’s Blue Day
Hello Hello Hello
Where The Place
I Round Around
It’s Warm I Can Feel You
하나 둘 떠오른
밝게 빛나던 너의 Star
다시 널 불러
Hey You Hey You Hey You
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello

Selena Gomez – Hands To Myself (Sub Español)

[Verse 1]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won’t let one drop go to waste
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the doubts and the outbursts
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I

[Chorus]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

[Verse 2]
My doctor say you’re no good
But people say what they wanna say
And you should know if I could
I’d breathe you in every single day

[Pre-Chorus]
All of the doubts and the outbursts
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the doubts and the outbursts
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I

[Chorus]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

[Bridge]
Can’t keep my hands to myself
I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Oh, I, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
Can’t keep my hands to myself
I mean I could, but why would I want to?

[Chorus]
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself

P!nk – Try (Sub Español)

Ever wonder about what he’s doing
How it all turned to lies
Sometimes I think that it’s better to never ask why

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try
You gotta get up and try try try

Eh, eh, eh

Funny how the heart can be deceiving
More than just a couple times
Why do we fall in love so easy
Even when it’s not right

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try
You gotta get up and try try try

Ever worried that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you’re out there doing what you’re doing
Are you just getting by?
Tell me are you just getting by by by

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try
You gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try
You gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try

You gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try

My Chemical Romance – I Dont Love You (Sub Español)

Well, when you go
Don’t ever think I’ll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I’ll be off to find another way
And after all this time that you still owe
You’re still a good-for-nothing I don’t know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can
When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don’t love you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
Is where you oughta stay
And after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar’s just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While you can
Whoa, whoa
When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don’t love you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When you go
Would you have the guts to say
"I don’t love you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don’t love you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don’t love you
Like I loved you
Yesterday

Katy Perry – Unconditionally (Sub Español)

[Verse 1]
Oh no, did I get too close?
Oh, did I almost see what’s really on the inside?
All your insecurities
All the dirty laundry
Never made me blink one time

[Chorus]
Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
There is no fear now
Let go and just be free
I will love you unconditionally

[Verse 2]
Come just as you are to me
Don’t need apologies
Know that you are unworthy
I’ll take your bad days with your good
Walk through this storm I would
I’d do it all because I love you, I love you

[Chorus]
Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
There is no fear now
Let go and just be free
I will love you unconditionally

[Middle 8]
So open up your heart and just let it begin
Open up your heart, and just let it begin
Open up your heart, and just let it begin
Open up your heart
Acceptance is the key to be
To be truly free
Will you do the same for me?

[Chorus]
Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
And there is no fear now
Let go and just be free
‘Cause I will love you unconditionally (oh yeah)