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Brantley Gilbert – The Weekend letras

Tick tock, I’m on the clock and I’m feeling like
This job’s just 9 to 5’ing my life away
It’s like I’m back in school and I’m in the last class
And I’m passing time until the bell ring
Having visions of summertime
Wait a minute now, that’s just later tonight
Tan legs and tailgating, it’s all up in the moonlight
And by the way, let’s fade it

Live it up for the weekend
Pour it up, have the time of your life
Take a shot for the regrets
Double up and it’s bound to get buck wild
Hey ladies, let your hair down
We know ain’t nobody scared now, hell nah
Just do your thing like it’s spring break
Wake and bake and we’re at it again
We live it up for the weekend

Backwoods looking like Panama City
A bunch of jacked up trucks and bikinis
Got a Yeti full of good ideas
Like I ain’t worried ’bout driving, I’mma stay right here

And I’mma live it up for the weekend
Pour it up, have the time of your life
Take a shot for the regrets
Double up and it’s bound to get buck wild
Hey ladies, let your hair down
We know ain’t nobody scared now, hell nah
Just do your thing like it’s spring break
Wake and bake and we’re at it again
We live it up for the weekend

Somebody said something ’bout church on Sunday, amen
Somebody said something ’bout work on Monday
Shhh, don’t say it again

Live it up for the weekend
Pour it up, have the time of your life
Take a shot for the regrets
Double up and it’s bound to get buck wild
Hey ladies, let your hair down
We know ain’t nobody scared now, hell nah
Just do your thing like it’s spring break
Wake and bake and we’re at it again
We live it up for the weekend

Live it up, live it up for the weekend
Live it up for the weekend
Live it up, live it up for the weekend
Live it up, live it up
It’s the weekend

PIKO TARO – PPAP (Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen)”Long” Ver. ペンパイナッポーアッポーペン「ロング」バージョン letras

[Intro]
P-P-A-P

[Verse 1]
I have a pen, I have a apple
Uh! Apple-Pen!

[Verse 2]
I have a pen, I have pineapple
Uh! Pineapple-Pen!

[Verse 3]
Apple-Pen, Pineapple-Pen
Uh! Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen
Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen

Montana of 300 – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

[Intro: Montana of 300]
Rap god, man, FGE shit, man. You already know what it is man
You already know why I’m here, man
I ain’t like this fucking beat. Only doing this shit cause my fans asked me
In the studio, eating Halls and shit. Still sick with this shit

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
These haters on my dick piss em off
Take a pic with his bitch flick him off
These rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
Sold they soul for a loan niggas lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
Belt buckle double g’s like two forks
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I was Too $hort
Was serving niggas in the mall like a food court
Deuce 5 on me I was Derrick Rose in New York
Had to put some squares in a box like some Newport’s
I grew older and my heart got colder
And my mind got stronger
And my money got longer
And them bitches got naked,and them people started hatin’
And my guns got bigger,so my flow got sicker
Let me tell you about this young cat,I always used to front packs
Was known for poking niggas for that paper like a thumbtack
I told them come rap, stop hangin with them dumb cats
It’s free J Real until the day my nigga comeback
I used to pull up on the block with the bass banging
Big Strap hug a nigga like he waist training
I catch you clowns running around get your face painted
I put the chrome to his dome cause I hate aiming
10K for a show, you better hurry before the price change up
Rap god the life bringer,The life changer
I hope they pull it, 30 bullets in my banger
Versace shoes on looking like the white ranger
And these bitches not my problem they ain’t stressing me
Bitch if you not my you bitch you can’t question me
And shawty wanna blow my whistle she be beggin me
You call her Stephanie?, I call her referee
Shawty got that fire head that’s a specialty
Head down between my legs OOOUUU pedigree
KP just called said he got another check for me
Like why you keep on sonning them I should get a vasectomy
Flow heavenly G.O.D. keep on blessing me
On my legacy
Saucing they want the recipe
I’m flyer then a Frisbee got all the bitches fetching me
And your bitch like my song she know every word like a spelling bee
Boy I swear we will be nothing breathing ahead of me
Came a long way from selling weed, wetting shit like the 7 seas
Stacking dough,and cracking hoes filling niggas with jealousy
Way before the felony’s had these bitch niggas scared of me
I promise if you threaten me, When I see you you better be ready to back it up because I’m on your heels like i’m Beverly
Killing the infidelity,After U like the letter V
Gun smoking so much I think God might just be inhaling me
My swagger said,Might bag ya bitch
Go through walls like casper shit
Might sent her back after I hit,Then go home to the baddest bitch
Thats savage shit,I spaz and shit
Rap god to some I’m blasphemous
I’ve mastered this,They mad as shit
They can’t stand me like Kapernick
I’ve passed the grace,[?]
My wrist matches Michael Jackson’s kicks
That 40 in my lap and shit,No poking me like cactus’s
And no more moving packages
I’m stacking chips,my cash is thick
They broke as hell but paying tithes
Reason there pastor is rich
Pole inside my jumpsuit look like I be running track and shit
This 30 be my magic stick
I shoot like I’m T Mack with it
Catch an opp in traffic like Lebron you know I’m [?] and shit
No joke and play,Just hope and pray one day I don’t go back to this

Kid Cudi – Surfin’ (feat. Pharrell) letras

It’s a revolution
Hmm, yea, hmm, yea
Hmm, yea, yea, yea, yea
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Now I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave
Tonight is electrical
I done told y’all, this the cinema
I am on my Kubrick horn
Like a Spielberg Close Encounter form
Feelin’ awesome to be black, and I’m murkin’ all competition
Makin’ what I want and that’s a flex
Can’t do what you want, now ain’t that a bitch?
Slow up for no one when the show come
Magical feel in my palms
Rhythm go dumb with them hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm
Now I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave
The industry is so full of shit
Welcome y’all to the enema
Nah man, no subliminal
‘Cause they insecure, they know who they are
Feelin’ awesome to be black, and I’m murkin’ all competition
Everything that I do is a flex
If you don’t get me, not my issue, bitch
Slow up for no one, the shogun
Got the magic in my palms
Rhythm go dumb with them hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm
Now I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Now I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
I ain’t ridin’ no waves
Too busy makin’ my own waves, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave, baby
Surfin’ on my own wave
Ay, ay
Ay, ay

Twice – TT (티티) letras

이러지도 못하는데 저러지도 못하네
그저 바라보며 ba-ba-ba-baby
매일 상상만 해 이름과 함께
쓱 말을 놨네 baby
아직 우린 모르는 사인데
아무거나 걸쳐도 아름다워
거울 속 단 둘이서 하는
fashion show show
이번에 정말 꼭꼭 내가 먼저 talk talk
다짐 뿐인걸 매번 다짐 뿐인걸
나나나나나나나
콧노래가 나오다가 나도 몰래
눈물 날 것 같애
아닌 것 같애 내가 아닌 것 같애
I love you so much
이미 난 다 컸다고 생각하는데
어쩌면 내 맘인데 왜
내 맘대로 할 수 없는 건 왜
밀어내려고 하면 할수록
자꾸 끌려 왜 자꾸 자꾸 끌려 baby
I’m like TT
Just like TT
이런 내 맘 모르고 너무해 너무해
I’m like TT
Just like TT
Tell me that you’d be my baby
어처구니 없다고 해
얼굴 값을 못한대
전혀 위로 안돼 ba-ba-ba-baby
미칠 것 같애
이 와중에 왜
배는 또 고픈 건데
하루 종일 먹기만 하는데
맴매매매 아무 죄도 없는 인형만 때찌
종일 앉아있다가 엎드렸다
시간이 획획획
피부는 왜 이렇게 또 칙칙
자꾸 틱틱 거리고 만 싶지
엄만 귀찮게 계속 왜왜왜왜왜
나나나나나나나
콧노래가 나오다가 나도 몰래
짜증날 것 같애 화날 것 같애
이런 애가 아닌데
I love you so much
이미 난 다 컸다고 생각하는데
어쩌면 내 맘인데 왜
내 맘대로 할 수 없는 건 왜
밀어내려고 하면 할수록
자꾸 끌려 왜 자꾸 자꾸 끌려 baby
I’m like TT
Just like TT
이런 내 맘 모르고 너무해 너무해
I’m like TT
Just like TT
Tell me that you’d be my baby
혹시 이런 나를 알까요
이대로 사라져 버리면 안돼요
이번엔 정말 꼭꼭 내가 먼저 talk talk
다짐 뿐인걸 매번 다짐 뿐인걸
이미 난 다 컸다고 생각하는데
어쩌면 내 맘인데 왜
내 맘대로 할 수 없는 건 왜
밀어내려고 하면 할수록
자꾸 끌려 왜 자꾸 자꾸 끌려 baby
I’m like TT
Just like TT
이런 내 맘 모르고 너무해 너무해
I’m like TT
Just like TT
Tell me that you’d be my baby

Curren$y – Picking Up Bags (feat. Tiny C Style) (Andretti 10/30 Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Curren$y]
Picking up bags, picking up bags
Smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
Got the hood on smash picking up bags
Smoking that gas, picking up bags
Yeah yeah picking up bags
Hol’ on

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Money in the duffel
All result of the hustle
Reminiscing the struggle
Keep a nigga humble
Rolling up a jumbo
Associated with the pot like gumbo
Nigga name hot hear them haters mumble
Can’t understand that talk, it’s not boss
We killing in smalls, y’all niggas is not large
Tryna duck them hip hop cop cars
68 rare chrome these go knock off they know who it is
High as the ceiling, mind on a million
Just made 7M’s tryna get 10 now
Then run the old heist again while them suckers ain’t looking
Watch for the taking has just been taken

[Hook: Curren$y]
Picking up bags, smoking that gas, picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Tiny C Style]
Shit realer than a pistol in a niggas face
Y’all gon’ fuck around and make ya boy catch a case
The shit in me, not on me life way real
Only nigga on the block with a major deal
My set love me niggas know I’m really with the deal
We can keep it gentlemen or get some gangster shit
I keep it moving at all times while y’all standing still
Warren G I want it all talking hella mills
Regulating for the paper while y’all pocket watching
Free bands yeah all profit
In my future I see hella commas, jewelry going dumber
Millionaire this time next summer
My niggas burn more gas that hummers and keep hammers
With 30 round clips and bananas
Got bags where they film cut your grandma
I don’t think you lil niggas understand cuz

[Hook: Curren$y]
Picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, picking up bags smoking that gas picking up bags
Popping tags picking up bags
The hood on smash picking up bags
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Curren$y – Stay Ridin (Andretti 10/30 Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’
They hidin’, ain’t bout it, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’ ain’t hidin’, yeah
They hidin’ ain’t bout it
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’

[Verse 1]
Spent 300 thousand on it
Parked it on the corner like i didnt want it
Blowing killer in New Orleans
Feel like I’m in California
Zoning off of OG
I text the homie with the gas
And he said he coming back with a different pack
What we smoking now the truth
He say this shit colder than that
I store my shit in glass I prefer that over bags
We gon’ crack a jar before we get in the car
I push a button the roof lit up with stars

[Hook]
Now we gon stay ridin’ stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’ aint hiding, yeah
They hidin’ aint bout it, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Ain’t hidin’ stay ridin’, yeah
They hidin’ ain’t bout it

[Verse 2]
See me in it straight chillin’
Candy paint, crate engine
[?] 13 inches
Low ride, stay high off the gas
Don’t drive and drive so the four don’t crash
Now cash rules, flash jewels on occasion
When I past through but if I pass through you know they paid me
Stack it till we got no where to put it
When I drive the fly ass ‘maro I park the bitch crooked
So you can see the 4g autos on it when you look in
Before we open the champagne bottles we shook ’em
It’s a celebration so we let this shit spill
We could have been killed in the field and that’s real
But we still here fuck a hater and how he feel
That’s signed and sealed
Straight deal quarter mill on the wheels
You gotta drive the bitch with skill
My engine in the back
My neighborhood on my hat
We gon’

[Hook]
Stay ridin’ stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’ aint hiding, yeah
They hidin’, aint bout it, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Ain’t hidin’ stay ridin’, yeah
They hidin’ ain’t bout it

Curren$y – On The Clock (Andretti 10/30 Mixtape) letras

[Curren$y]
Yeah X6

[Hook]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I’m always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I’m at my fucking job
911 with the [?] top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock I’m always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I’m at my fucking job
[Verse: ]

[Hook: Curren$y]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I’m always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I’m at my fucking job
911 with the [?] top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I’m on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I’m at my fucking job

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Money to blow
I stay on the on the go, cause I want more
The records is dope
The boost off the stove, I’m letting em go
But not for the low
You pay for quality and ask for show
I stand by what I provide
Muthafuck that 9-5, 2/47 365
Homeboy thats how I grind
Fly shit I gots to drive, I flat out buy
You’ll be paying notes until you die
But never I, [?] short on [?]
I’m laid up mountain high
Built me a condo in the sky
Park my Chevys in a long line
Couldn’t fit em in the picture
I turned my cellphone to the side
At least I tried, to give y’all fools
Some glimpse of some real pimps
Taught yo bitch how to crack lobster
Showed how bitch how to peel shrimp

[Hook: Curren$y]
Ferrari with the spider top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I stay on the clock, I’m always on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I’m at my fucking job
911 with the [?] top
Frozen Fiji bottles in my watch
I’m on the clock, I stay on the clock
Soon as I open my eyes, I’m at my fucking job

Miranda Lambert – Keeper Of The Flame letras

I’m walking in their footsteps
I’m singing their old songs
Somebody blazed this trail
I’m treadin’ on
I’m bent, but I’m not broken
I’m stronger than I feel
I’m made of flesh and bone
Not made of steel

I’m the keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
For the ones that came before me
For the little poly lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame

I’ve been burned out to ashes
Waiting for a wind
To carry me and start a fire again
Sometimes I’m just a flicker
A candle in your eye
But I swear to God
I’ll never let it die

I’m the keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
For the ones that came before me
For the little poly lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame

When I’m drowning
When I’m fighting
When I’m screaming
When I’m hiding
When I’m losing
When I’m winning
I go back to
The beginning

Keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
I’m not doing it for the glory
But for those little poly lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
I’m the keeper of the flame
Ooooh, oooh
I’m the keeper of the flame
Ooooh, oooh

Migos – Bad And Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) letras

[Intro: Offset]
You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
I swear these niggas under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate (Act’)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hot you through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
So much money they use rakes
Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Meek Mill – Froze (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj) letras

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Famous Dex – Jump In The Crowd letras

[Intro]
Woah
Dexter
Yeah
What

[Hook]
I’m smoking on cookie you smoking on mild
I’m smoking on cookie you smoking on mild (oh man god damn)
Diamonds all in my grill
[?] bitch wipe me down
Niggas trying to steal my style
I popping pills nigga wow
Watch how I jump in the crowd (I do)
Watch how I jump in the crowd (I do)
Watch how I jump in the crowd (what)
Watch how I jump in the crowd (oh man god damn)
[?] bitch wipe me down
I was lost now I’m found
I’m popping pills nigga wow
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Watch how I jump in the crowd

[Verse]
Oh yeah, I’m so high yeah
Can’t touch that bitch ’cause she bites
Pop me a pill then I’m high
I’m feeling like Tarzan (woah)
I’m the man
Yeah, I’m the man
Pop me a [?] no xans
Pull up on the opps in a mini van
Wait
I get that money directly
I got a bitch named Betty
Put this dick right on her titties
And bust a nut right in her titties
I’m feeling like 50 Cent (woah)
Little bitch, yeah, you ain’t know shit (for real)
Heard your ass talk to the [?]
Sipping on lean till I’m sick
[?] in this bitch
30 on me, I don’t fight (yeah)
My body Off-White
Mixing that purple, that sprite
Putting your bitch on the flight
I’m blocking her Skype (yeah)
Baby, I don’t talk
I let the money just walk
Run up on me that’s your fault (pussy)
Got the draco let it chop
Wait, this boy so broke I’m looking like how?
I’m smoking on cookie you smoking on [?]
Diamonds all in my chain
Look how they [?]
I pop me a pill I go wow
Watch how I jump in the crowd

[Hook]
I’m smoking on cookie you smoking on mild
I’m smoking on cookie you smoking on mild
Diamonds all in my grill
[?] bitch wipe me down
Niggas trying to steal my style
I’m popping pills they go wow
Watch how I jump in the crowd (I do)
Watch how I jump in the crowd (I did)
Watch how I jump in the crowd (what)
Watch how I jump in the crowd (oh man god damn)
[?] bitch wipe me down
I was lost now I’m found
I’m popping pills nigga wow
Watch how I jump in the crowd
Watch how I jump in the crowd

Don Trip – Night Of The Living Dead (Uncensored) letras

[Hook]
I’ve been broke and I ain’t going back for nothin’
I saw some shit while coming up and it still haunts me
Growing up my Aunty’s house was full of junkies
When I was young I thought her house was full of zombies
Shit look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
I said it look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
I said it look like night of the living dead
I said it look like night of the living dead

[Verse]
I’ve been broke before what you know about it
I don’t owe a damn thing to anybody
Momma used to walk to the grocery store
Now she got a benzo with no mileage
In my mirror I couldn’t be more prouder
I literally come from nothing
I don’t see how you doing so well
When I was broke I can hardly function
Now wish me well
I plan to go where no man before me has ever been before
And I don’t plan to point any fingers
Not saying as I’m the one in control
I got a clean conscience and a dingy soul
Bad credit a collage of weapons
Three baby momma should invest in condoms
But hell is single now I don’t forget it
I never set shop in no abandon houses
My nigga but I slept in one
My momma was down on her luck
She was even lower on funds
So I gotta go out and get it
If we can’t afford it then I gotta take it or steal it
You look at me crooked cuz you don’t approve
But then every year you go celebrate [?]
You so contradicted
But fuck it and fuck you too
I don’t got nothing to prove
Couldn’t walk a mile in my pair of Jordans
And these bitches 1300 a shoe
No your opinion won’t give me no bruise
Say what you may, I do what I do
Snobbish ass bitch like wheres your car?
Bitch I ain’t drive out here I flew!
How did I do it?
How did I make it this far from a world tryna tear me apart?
I hear your songs then see you in person it’s so night and day
This shit breaking my heart
I’m all about my bank roll even when the bank’s closed
I am such an old soul still getting here like you can’t go
I ain’t never giving up, shit I ain’t ever came close
75 round now my clip longer than a rainbow, whoa
I can’t stop pumping I come from the jungle
No hell warning that’s my perspective
My only objective’s to make more money now take some frunk

[Hook]
I’ve been broke and I ain’t going back for nothin’
I saw some shit while coming up and it still haunts me
Growing up my Aunty’s house was full of junkies
When I was young I thought her house was full of zombies
Shit look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
I said it look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
Shit look like night of the living dead
I said it look like night of the living dead
I said it look like night of the living dead

BLACKPINK – 불장난 (Playing With Fire) letras

우리 엄만 매일 내게 말했어
언제나 남자 조심하라고
사랑은 마치 불장난 같아서
다치니까 Eh
엄마 말이 꼭 맞을지도 몰라
널 보면 내 맘이 뜨겁게 달아올라
두려움보단 널 향한 끌림이
더 크니까 Eh

멈출 수 없는 이 떨림은
On and on and on
내 전부를 너란 세상에
다 던지고 싶어
Look at me look at me now
이렇게 넌 날 애태우고 있잖아
끌 수 없어
우리 사랑은 불장난

My love is on fire
Now burn baby burn
불장난
My love is on fire
So don’t play with me boy
불장난

Oh no 난 이미 멀리 와버렸는걸
어느새 이 모든 게 장난이 아닌 걸
사랑이란 빨간 불씨
불어라 바람 더 커져가는 불길
이게 약인지 독인지 우리 엄마도 몰라
내 맘 도둑인데 왜 경찰도 몰라
불 붙은 내 심장에 더 부어라 너란 기름
Kiss him will I diss him
I don’t know but I miss him
중독을 넘어선 이 사랑은 crack
내 심장의 색깔은 black

멈출 수 없는 이 떨림은
On and on and on
내 전부를 너란 불길 속으로
던지고 싶어
Look at me look at me now
이렇게 넌 날 애태우고 있잖아
끌 수 없어
우리 사랑은 불장난

My love is on fire
Now burn baby burn
불장난
My love is on fire
So don’t play with me boy
불장난

걷잡을 수가 없는 걸
너무나 빨리 퍼져 가는 이 불길
이런 날 멈추지 마
이 사랑이 오늘 밤을 태워버리게 Whooo

Big Sean – No More Interviews letras

I guess I’m on my… on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it

Look, no more interviews
I’m not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I’m from the ground up like a ground-ball play
I’m coming from the underground like it’s Groundhog’s Day
I’m talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga
I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real niggas
Lately I only do the shit that inspire me
Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary
Oh yeah, is that what you heard?
Believing everything that you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all
Fucked up thing about it is she ain’t even tell all
Like how I introduced her to meditation, positive thinking
And the books she probably read in daily rotation
I learned when people lie on you not to return the favor so
I won’t get you embarrassed
I won’t tell them all the other parts about you that’s plastic
This my last time putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I’d rather put that energy into what’s worth having
Like how I got a platinum album with no solo tour
Niggas say it’s over for me I go overboard
Back against the wall like my poster but I’m the poster boy
Not from the city if you let THEY tell it
Greatest rapper of all time if you let YE tell it
You ask me, I don’t got the resume
But, shit, I can go bar for bar for niggas who talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin’ off, they walkin’ off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead and you know it
My career been moving perpetual motion
I’m not impressed with the whoopty woop, I don’t know who is who
And can’t pretend like I’m hip to it, no hula hoop
And I can’t lie like I like this shit like I usually do
And I’m just not impressed by you niggas rapping fast
Who sound like one big asthma attack but trash when I’m rapping it back
Who you put in your top five and claim they the savior of rap

So many friends turn to enemies, they frenemies
I don’t know why I act like I’m surprised or it’s offending me
I’m saying, though, I should have learned from Hov and Dame
From Stunna and Wayne, Cudi and YE
What happened to our family ways, though?
When I put you on that song with Nas, you had told me that you was forever grateful
And that we brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don’t fuck with each other
Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation, I’m still praying

For ya, though, I guess I charged it to the game
How much it cost? Around twenty88
Going off like Kobe when he wore the crazy eights
All y’all niggas looking like my kiddos wearing Bape
Shot my first video in the Harajuku store
With Nigo in the background, that’s a picture that you can’t take
With YE and Hype Williams directing each take
And GOD directing each step that we take

I’m a king, a legend, man, you niggas ain’t worthy
10 years in and a nigga still under 30
I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life
Got reincarnated to do it all again right (that’s how I feel)
So I’m treating every second like it’s an investment
Time is money, every second I’m collecting

Don’t ask me no stupid questions
"Are you still signed to YE?" questions, no Roc nation questions
Or who I’m dating questions, look, no more interviews
Unless you wanna talk about the music or something that has a different view
And not the shit that’s getting the hits and views
Words misconstrued with no credit, but you niggas approved

My mistakes are my biggest professors and learning life lessons
I realize it ain’t what you have, it’s what you feel, that’s what true success is
I am the one of one, after me there’s no successor

DON

Big Sean – Bounce Back letras

[Intro: Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’ma shoot you

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Don’t owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the fuckin’ job, I got no hobbies
Got the city fuckin’ with me cause I’m homegrown
Vibin’ out more than my phone though
Leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
Look, I cut that bitch off like an edit
My daddy a G, it’s genetics (Straight up)
I heard ya new shit, it’s pathetic
Ya contract should be s-shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star studded like the Paramount mountain
Everything I do is righteous
Betting on me is the right risk
Even in a fucking crisis
I’m never on some switching sides shit
I switch gears to the night shift
Blacking out cause I’m enlightened
God talk to me in silence
But I hear him every time mane
(Thank you God, God bless you, thank you so much)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Look, I woke up in beast mode
With my girl, that’s beauty and the beast though
Been top 5, these niggas sleep though
Only thing that sold out is the seats though (Never sold my soul, never will never have)
Nigga how dare you stand before me and not respect my authority
If you fuck with my glory I’ma drop the L and get gory
I done did everything expect worry
Hella drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin’ wells
Karma come around I’ll wish ’em well
Livin’ like I’m on a limitless pill
I kill the scene like I’m Denzel
Crazy like my jacket strapped up
Nigga I don’t act but I’ll act up
Brown paper bag like the lunch packed up
Back, back, back, back up
Nigga I’ma need like 10 feet
Or get stomped out with ten feet
I’ma always lose my temper
You cannot “count to ten” me
If I lose 1, I bounce back like 2, 3 did with 4, 5
Seen court rooms and court sides, ain’t too many seen both sides
Nigga fuck what you know
Nigga I’m takin’ back control
The under dog just turned into the wolf and the hunger steady grows
Yeah, I call shots while you call off
Never takin’ summer or fall off
When you stay that committed to it, you just fall down and never fall off

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Outro: Kanye West & Big Sean]
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch, bounce (Yeah)
Is you a real one?
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Don

Anderson .Paak – Come Down letras

[Intro]
Y’all niggas got me high
Uh, niggas, tell me how?

[Verse 1]
Hey! Well that’s exactly what a nigga came for
Huh, you doin’ shots from afar
I’ma meet you at your front door
Uh, so hard to be doing what you really meant for, beauty
Huh, but don’t I make it look easy
Don’t I make it look good

[Chorus]
Hey, now you, drank up all my liquor, come on
What I’m supposed to do now?
And you talking all that shit, now come on
You gonna have to back it up
If I get too high now, sugar, come on
I might never come down
You know I might never come down
Let me get down
You might not never come down
Now let me come down
You might not never come down
Let me get down!

[Bridge]
You may never ever come down
It took too long to get this high off the ground
Don’t run, just stay awhile

[Verse 2]
C’mon, uh
Can’t beat it, can’t beat it, can’t beat it, can’t beat it with the big bad door
Can’t see her with this pitch black Gucci frames on
Let me take these bitches off
Let me get the full scope, hold up
Huh, full screen, HD, let me take another picture
Let me pull it to the pre-show
Whoa, cool beans, cool beans
That’s a whole lot of reefer
Let me help you with the pre-roll

[Chorus]
You, drank up all my liquor, come on
What I’m supposed to do now?
And you talking all that shit, now come on
You gonna have to back it up
If I get too high now, sugar, come on
I might never come down
You know I might never come down
Let me get down
You might not never come down
Now let me come down
You might not never come down
Let me get down!

[Bridge]
You may never ever come down
It took too long to get this high off the ground
Don’t run, just stay awhile
You may never ever come down
It took too long to get this high off the ground
Don’t run, just stay awhile

[Skit]
Before Vietnam, when boards were long and hair were short, the center of the surfing world was a place called Malibu

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – 99 Problems & Messages letras

[Verse 1]
Any nigga couldn’t sit in my chair
Yeah it’s on nigga this is my year
I done ran through all this fly gear
Louboutin shoes more than five pairs
You don’t like me, what the fuck do I care?
I get money what the fuck do I care
I was posted on the block where
Try to rob and you get shot there
I’m a monster, I’m a goblin
I go hard and I’ma rock it
I spent 13 on a wallet just a black card in the wallet
Fuck a car key push the start in
Thought I told y’all I’m an artist
Got a baddie in the valley out in Cali pushing gardens

[Verse 2]
Can’t fuck with the extra shit
Every time I go out it’s an extra bitch
Tryna get in my bed to have sex and shit
I just wanted some head like the exorcist
I got 99 problems and messages
Don’t be asking me why I won’t text you bitch
Wrap your legs around me like we wrestling
Get on your knees don’t you be so damn hesitant
When I get your body I’ma be alright
And when I get a ‘Rari you can be inside it
I’ma get another one and let you drive it
Baecation for an extra night
And I won’t tell nobody all your secrets I can keep a secret girl
I know you need somebody
And I really need somebody
So tell me you’re that somebody girl

[Bridge]
I think I might be too late but I’m sorry
I’m sorry baby, but you should thank me
Appreciate me, congratulate me
I got money I don’t need a stressful bitch

[Hook]
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages

[Verse 3]
I got 21 questions for you that I wanna know
Would you make me look stupid
I’m really feeling the way that you moving
I just wanna know if you finna come through tonight
I can promise you that I’ma do you right
You gon’ wish you can go back and do it twice
I can pick you up in an uber right
Get high on the way to a flight
Would you ride for me? Would you lie for me?
When you come around good vibes with me
I rock with you, do you rock with me?
I swear other bitches do not get me
Don’t be scared baby this is my city
But just in case I keep a nine with me
I was hoping you can grind with me
It gets lonely on this side baby
But can you stay the fuck off my Instagram
I don’t know why my phone’s always in your hand
Baby I try to get you to understand mind your business
You know I’m a businessman
I’ma give you the time of day when I can
Took a minute for me to be who I am
My finesse I can turn a five to a ten
I been travelling they don’t know where I am

[Bridge]
But, I think I might be too late but I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby
But you should thank me, appreciate me, congratulate me
I got money I don’t need a stressful bitch

[Hook]
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages
I got 99 problems and messages

Z RO – Smells Like Some Reggie letras

Y’all boys smoking on that Hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell y’all homie
The popo coming but I don’t need to tell y’all homie
Get caught with that I bet they won’t even jail y’all homie
Me I smoke that super loud, I can’t even kill the smell
Long as it’s that super loud, call me Mr. Will Inhale
You ain’t on that super loud, bro you need to kill yourself
King Louis OG for me, that’s what you need to get yourself
I be smoking like a broke stove bro
I am not even here no more I am so gone bro
I got cotton mouth so bad I need a sno cone bro
If you ain’t got this at the crib what you gon’ go home for?

[Chorus]
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell y’all homie
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell y’all homie

I’m in love with Mary Jane
She really relax my brain
I can’t even open my eyes
I can’t even feel no pain
And when I’m feeling low
I know just what I need
Hell no it ain’t no reggie baby
I’ma need no sticks no seeds
Get off the highway go straight and make the last left
He ain’t never ever got a couple bags left
What I be smoking on known to take your last breath
What y’all be smoking on known to give you bad breath

[Chorus]
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell yall homie
Smells like some reggie (smells like some reggie)
I don’t smoke that reggie (I don’t smoke that reggie)
Y’all boys smoking on that hell naw homie
Whole pound burning I can’t even smell yall homie

What are you smoking?
Cause that ain’t that loud loud loud
If you smoking on that quiet, kill yourself
What are you smoking?
Cause that ain’t that loud loud loud
If you smoking on that quiet, kill yourself

Smoke DZA & Pete Rock – Limitless (feat. Dave East) letras

[Intro]
Y’all ready for the rest of the show? Everybody say yeah
I say you ready for the rest of the show? Everybody say yeah
Are you ready? Stand up on your feet
Stand up motherfuckers, stand up
To the (?)
We need no introduction

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Big meals at Frankie & Johnny’s, I tip generous
Ain’t no ceilings for DZA, my shit limitless
Out of body experience
Wait, jump back in my temple, I got a vision, is this killer shit?
Whole lotta commas is what you dealing with, the main event
Don’t even mention them other cats to me, they came and went
Lost case, competition locked in a cross face
Grip tight, piss like Tony when he lost on a horse race
Travel abroad safe, the Lord’s great
Righteous, been blessed since diapers
For the look goods and the likers
The boy dead serious, nigga, watch how they ice us
The nicest, underrated, overrated, fuck the ratings
Who debating? Screw y’all opinions, see what the people saying
God gotta watch for Satan, I operate in silence
Keep the peace, but niggas only respect violence
Hammer play, Greg Valentine and I’m shining, I earned this
O’s burning, most sermons continue steaming
I planned this back since Rodney [?] on a major deacon
You gotta kill ’em and leave ’em breathing sometimes
Give ’em a tour through stress valley, make sure [?] get grime
Gold glasses filled, my wine spill
How can niggas stand there and downplay all that shit that I built?
Fuck it, everything is signed, sealed, I’m just reflected
I leave the credit for the bill collectors, DZA

[Hook: Dave East]
There ain’t no limit to this life I’m living
Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I’m limitless, never find something real as this
There ain’t no limit to this life I’m living
Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I’m limitless, never find something real as this

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
I’m in the pole, 29,000 feet from concrete
Chief chief like my big uncle from Long Beach
Bumping Commodores
Running through the pack like Marshall Faulk
Like a boss, I cop 10 like MashAllah
George Kush ’bout to twist the marshall law
You don’t even run your own life, what you talking for?
God damn, lil homie up north capture you, hot hand
Here come the police, I’m seeing red lights, Roxanne
Big drum thumping like a rock band, woah
Watch a nigga paint the picture, young Vince Van Gogh
Highlight reel, highlight show
5 Mic flow, gotta see further than your eyesight go
I call the iso, young big homie, you got it right though
Last of the poets, gotta fight the good fight, bro
Kush god, I like dope, eat [?]
Lobster and rock Billy, obscure [?]
Y’all know
Switch to some custom shit and change the pace
Presidential crowns with the shiny face

[Hook: Dave East]
There ain’t no limit to this life I’m living
Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I’m limitless, never find something real as this
There ain’t no limit to this life I’m living
Champagne spilling, bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I’m limitless, never find something real as this

[Outro]
Rock
Rock
Uh, yeah, come on, hahaha, that’s right

Skepta – No Security letras

[Intro: Malcolm X]
No I don’t worry
I tell you
I’m a man who believes that I died 20 years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything

[Hook]
We don’t need no security
Stones in my jewelry, what can they do to me?
You murder me I will live for eternity
If I survive then I’m comin’ for you personally (Damn son! Where’d you find this?)
You heard of me
We don’t need no security
Stones in my jewelry, what can they do to me?
You murder me I will live for eternity
If I survive then I’m comin’ for you personally

[Verse]
Down the fucking drain
Fake celebrities I will not entertain
No similarities definitely not the same
Their insecurities got jealousy on the brain
There to go to war with me then my people bring pain
And I could do story mode beginner or insane
Shot you for the back blocks or a spinner for the mains
You’re lookin’ at your reflection you hate what you became
That selfish energy a cranberry stain
Sitting inside my house with a candle and a flame
Working voodoo on you pussies trying to throw feces on my name
I saw the bigger picture put it all in my frame
To see they’re very weak these guys are super lame
I see you pushing weights oh now you’re doing gains
But before the creatine you were tucking in all your chains
See them at the fashion shows never see them on the train
I keep the voodoo with me I suggest you do the same

[Hook]
We don’t need no security
Stones in my jewelry, what can they do to me?
You murder me I will live for eternity
If I survive then I’m comin’ for you personally
You heard of me
We don’t need no security
Stones in my jewelry, what can they do to me?
You murder me I will live for eternity
If I survive then I’m comin’ for you personally

[Outro]
Happy Halloween you pagans
Its your worst fucking nightmare
Skepta, my world
You’re dead now
Boy Better Know, laigon 616
Overseas out now
They got my Halal Gang thugs
OVO Gang family that
New merch out now
Sections, street team purge out now
Back From The Dead out now
Big up Riff
Put That On My Set, Cozy Tapes Vol. 1 out now
Big up my A$AP family
Vlone thugs, Yams forever
Ally pally December 2nd

Kirk Knight – 10,000 letras

[Verse]
Yo, mask on nigga I’m feeling like Stanley Ipkiss
TM collect the advance and then we dip quick
Left with the bitches, liquor, weed and them bands
Here that white van with mad cash back to the campus
Pay my demand like Vincent Van, I need answers
But we on camera, shh, only police can say
"Freeze, hands up" takin’ innocent bystanders
When I hold the mic they understand the rest is just slander
I remember when my only option was following scammers
Or, being another MC that gotta hold the hammers
So I said "Fuck all that other shit gotta get my grammar up"
Any mistake that I make will only build my character
And all that fake shit people spread can hurt parameter
But it’s still contagious it’s messing with me not a janitor
I’m more like cannabis I get you, so fucking high you can’t remember that you standing up
I’m tryna live fabulous this is for my real ones that’s on it’s way to catalyst
You know the chemistry I’m tryna bring the energy for you
Same crew I was cooped up in my crib with
Had to shed light on my view
Little alter where they had a lot of park benches for pews
Too much talent in my soul but I don’t know what to do
And that nigga made a move
Time to pin up all these pinnacles
Throw ’em in the past man I gotta write a miracle and prove to all the ridicule
A young boy with a old soul, swear I made it cool
Been the bigger man so many times y’all niggas miniscule
I got everything to gain and nothing to lose
I want everything you ain’t getting it by playing it cool
I remember all the faces that told me to stay in school until I blew

[Outro]
And that’s without a gang sign nigga what’s new?
Now I’m shooting for the stars yeah I’m shooting for the news
What’s new?

Jared Evan – The End Game (feat. Allan Kingdom) letras

[Verse 1: Jared Evan]
All right, we’re alright
We’ll watch the sunset a million times
Before we arrive

[Pre Hook]
I came cause you sucked me in
And you shot me up, you’re just like a gun
You say you will never leave, if they think less of me
Would you carry on?

[Hook]
When all is said and done now hoe
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

When all is said and done now yeah
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

[Verse 2: Allan Kingdom]
I said I reached out, tell me how you gonna feel
When I came up cause you didn’t know the deal
When I came up you didn’t know what was real
When I came up you didn’t know I would kill
Said I reached out cause I gotta play the field
I am not an athlete but I know the drill
You could take the backseat motherfucker chill
Plus I’m fucking nasty you should take a pill (duh duh, yeah)
I’ve been doing what you dying to do
Never needed your reply, you never tried to be true
I don’t wanna hear your crying, cut the drama
Quit your lying I’m defying everything
You didn’t want me to do (uh)
Trying to cop some murakami to rock
Old tommy on your mommy
You should call me your pops
You don’t fit up in my schedule
Innocently I’m a rebel
You don’t get it when I tell you
I just can not be stopped

[Pre Hook]
I came cause you sucked me in
And you shot me up, you’re just like a gun
You say you will never leave, if they think less of me
Would you carry on?

[Hook]
When all is said and done now hoe
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

When all is said and done now yeah
Tell me how you gonna feel
Tell me how you gonna feel baby

Goodbye Tomorrow – Every Day letras

[Verse 1]
I remember one night
Late night, last year
Crown Heights, me and all my guys was walking
To the store for a blunt
Saw a Porsche
Told my man
Imma put him in it for him in a coffin
Hit the blunt, I remember coughing
Next thing you know
We was popping off tracks
Outside a Brooklyn apartment
With Rob Martin, making jeans move
Without a sponsor
And that’s [?] and juice
How could Dan see the truth?
When they sitting in a pew
When they preaching that
Glittering with jewels
At the church see em whipping in a coup
Man, fuck what they be saying on the news
The truth don’t change from different views
Everyday they monitor the moves
Then the feed the spirit of the people
To the wolves
Everyday guns going off
We ignore it
Activists after someone else report it
Same shit different day we falling for it
Everyday in the studio recording

[Bridge 2x]
Everyday another hustle
Everyday another dollar bill
Everyday somebody come up to me
In the streets
And they think they know
How I feel
Everyday another conversation
Everyday a new thing to go
Everyday somebody want some shit
I set the standards I take control
(I set the standards I take control)
[Hook 4x]
Everyday a new life
New lifetime, new life line

[Verse 2]
I remember on the weekends
How to make it train
Just to catch another train
Just to make it to the studio
Now I walk out my room
Turn left, take fifteen steps
And I’m at my own studio
If I go outside
We could part
Hyde park, SoHo
Look around you know you see the logo
Cops still prolly
Looking for the one who wrote those
Testing our limits
[?] how far that go
I don’t trust myself
Under most conditions
So I don’t trust them or the politicians
On my soul I’m not going
Always on ignition
Overthinking jugging for position
Highly typed to be all on suspicion
We ain’t finished
Head in my hair stressing
Everybody tryna mask their depression
Every day I’m tyrna pass that threshold

[Bridge 2x]
Everyday another hustle
Everyday another dollar bill
Everyday someone come up to me
In the streets
And they think they know
How I feel
Everyday another conversation
Everyday a new thing to go
Everyday somebody want some shit
I set the standards I take control
(I set the standards I take control)

[Hook 4x]
Everyday a new life
New lifetime, new life line

K Camp – No Question (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical
Music Major

[Hook]
All of my niggas is reckless
Sip on that mud straight from Texas
I spend a grip on my necklace
Told her to give me a second
Fucking with me is a blessing
Ain’t about money, don’t test it
New whip it look like the Jetsons
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
New whip it look like the Jetsons
Fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question

[Verse 1]
I got a bag
These niggas mad
I pull up in shit you never had
Pulled up in shit you never had nigga let drag
Race, Wraith, paper plates, you late
I’m straight, stack up, my safe
Me and you can’t relate
Selling nickels in a weight, ooh
Cartiers on my face, ooh
Bad bitch want a taste yeah
I can tell you wanna hate ay
But I gave love and it stay ho

[Hook]
All of my niggas is reckless
Sip on that mud straight from Texas
I spend a grip on my necklace
Told her to give me a second
Fucking with me is a blessing
Ain’t about money, don’t test it
New whip it look like the Jetsons
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
New whip it look like the Jetsons
Fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question

[Verse 2]
I got the vision
Baby I’m pitching
You on a nigga make your decision
She let me crash
Foot on the gas
That’s a collision
Oh that’s your nigga?
Listen he is not in my division
Major paper
Major flavor
Play them hoes like Sega
I ain’t doing no favors
20 acres, no neighbors
My hoe vanilla like wafers
Dreads braided with a taper
Blowing gas out the vapor

[Hook]
All of my niggas is reckless
Sip on that mud straight from Texas
I spend a grip on my necklace
Told her to give me a second
Fucking with me is a blessing
Ain’t about money, don’t test it
New whip it look like the Jetsons
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
New whip it look like the Jetsons
Fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question

K Camp – Drag (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical

[Hook: K Camp]
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, bag, bag
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, paid, paid cash
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, and I paid cash

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Drip, drag, mix, match
Gucci floss, Louis flag
Spent 30 on a bag
And I paid cash, paid-paid cash
Benz, Masi, no tags
Blowing Louis, gas mask
Smash, pass
Tag, fast
Make these niggas made
She gon’ let me drag

[Hook: K Camp]
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, paid, paid cash
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, and I paid cash

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Double G’s and double C’s, I’m red carpet ready
These cameras love me like it’s February
Gotta keep the money first, can’t put it secondary
Yeah I paid cash for that ’69 Chevy
Yeah I paid cash for that motherfucking Presi’
Every time I step out it looks like it’s winter
Jewelry on Mr. Freeze, on Mr. Freeze
This money got me talking like I’m Mr. T

[Hook: K Camp]
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, paid, paid cash
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, and I paid cash

K Camp – Drop (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B

[Hook]
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, skrt, uh-huh
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top

[Verse 1]
Brand new ‘Rari, lose the roof
Hop out all white, feel like Zeus
Godly, pardon me let me through
Mixing muddy, taste like juice
Taste like candy, pop one Xanny
Your freak too geeked, savage Randy
Handy dandy, gas pedal
Masi’, McClaren, heavy metal
Let’s get it

[Hook]
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, skrt, uh-huh
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top

[Verse 2]
Double, triple, triple double
Cristal, pour bubbles
VIP lit, bad bitch
Killed friends let’s split it
Drop top, sun drop
Missing roof, call the cops
Wind blowing, hair loose
Can I drop the roof?

[Hook]
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, skrt, uh-huh
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top

K Camp – Out The Loop (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your girl is my fan, why that ho get scooped?
I don’t want just one, I’m gon’ fuck the group
Roll it up like Snoop, hitters they gon’ shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Just came from Japan, that’s a top floor suite
Shawty on them Xans on that top floor ki
Can I get some head on these Versace sheets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just paid the lawyer just to free my dog
Swear these hoes ain’t loyal she gon’ fuck my dogs
I might hit that once and never ever call
Nah, nah, nah, nah-nah

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your girl is my fan, why that ho get scooped?
I don’t want just one, I’m gon’ fuck the group
Roll it up like Snoop, hitters they gon’ shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Trouble]
My lil mama shea, dis lil hoe so shea
Fuck ’em in the trap or studio ain’t no hotel
You know I’m chasing loot, girl you got the scoop
She hanging out the roof, blowing same dope as Snoop
Lil 100,000 on coupe bitch ain’t got no juice
(?) bitch now watch your tooth
Yeah I’m at that cash, big bag
AK kept these niggas going out sad

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your girl is my fan, why that ho get scooped?
I don’t want just one, I’m gon’ fuck the group
Roll it up like Snoop, hitters they gon’ shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Go, go, go, go, go
Yeah-yeah
T-t-t-t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

K Camp – F.A.C.T (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 1]
Nigga thought I fell off, no bitch I’m back
Know I keep a bad bitch by my side, that’s a fact
Plenty bitches popping pills, sucking dick, we on that
You gon’ run off with the wave every time so don’t act
I might hit up Magic throw some change and grab a play
I ain’t worried bout no dance I fuck the waitress anyway
When I call her she gon’ pull up with the pussy any day
I got money coming in, nigga every which way

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 2]
Nigga wanted issues so I had to give him that
Bitch I came back to the city, brought that wave that’s a fact
I’m in LA with the trapper blowing gas and shooting craps
Why these bitch keep acting petty, she just mad, I don’t react
Flooded out the Rollie now I’m feeling just like Meech
I don’t trap but these niggas still love me in these streets
Vintage shirt, couple chains, and some Yeezys on my feet
Put in work, I ain’t change throwing ones up out the Jeep, ugh

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

K Camp – Extra (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
(MusicMajorX)
Yeah, slow

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
She like Dolla you so extra
Boy you so extra, yeah
Dolla you so extra, yeah
Boy you so extra
You be gone every weekend, yeah
Why you always want a threesome? Yeah
All you think about is money, yeah
All you care about is your homies, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Boy you so extra
Dolla you so extra
Always in a foreign
Why you always flexing?
Got so many tattoos, boy you ain’t no Mexican
(?) they don’t know who they messing with
Dolla you so extra, you so extra
You know that that’s his girlfriend
You always taking nigga’s hoes
You so player, you so gangster
You so boss, you the reason I got hoes

[Bridge: K Camp]
She’s so extra, she’s so extra
Extra rashy, extra rashy
Extra, extra, extra

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
She like Dolla you so extra
Boy you so extra, yeah
Dolla you so extra, yeah
Boy you so extra
You be gone every weekend, yeah
Why you always want a threesome? Yeah
All you think about is money, yeah
All you care about is your homies

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Camp you so extra
I ain’t made no flex yet
Let me hit that pussy one time, let me bless ya
I ride out that (?)
Pull up if I fish you
I might test her first
Make that work, bitch I miss you
My old ho said I need balance
Bitch just look at my Balie’s
Off that Henn’, can’t bounce
Too many friends can’t count
Your baby daddy wanna be Camp and he still get allowance
Baby that’s way too bad
I’ma cop shit that your nigga can’t grab
I’ma drop shit that your nigga can’t pad
Me and Young Dolla got the shit on smash
Little bitch

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
She like Dolla you so extra
Boy you so extra, yeah
Dolla you so extra, yeah
Boy you so extra
You be gone every weekend, yeah
Why you always want a threesome? Yeah
All you think about is money, yeah
All you care about is your homies

[Bridge: K Camp]
She’s so extra, she’s so extra
Extra rashy, extra rashy
Extra, extra, extra

[Outro: K Camp]
She’s so extra