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Thomas Rhett – Star Of The Show (Static Version)

Walking down the street, hand in mine
It don’t keep them other guys
And their wandering eyes from looking at you
That’s alright and that’s okay
Who can blame ’em anyway?
You’re so pretty, and you ain’t even got a clue
Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
What’s your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show
You’re the star of the show, yeah, baby
Friday night on the town
We walk in and you draw a crowd
Even the band seems to sing for you
Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says its all on me
You look at me and laugh
Like you don’t know what to do
Baby you’re so cute
Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show, yeah
You’re the star of the show, baby, yeah yeah
Even in a ponytail in a pair of jeans you look like a cover
Of a magazine, baby you’re the only one who doesn’t see
That everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everyone’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are, baby
You are, you are, you are, you are
The star of the show..
Don’t you know, you’re the star of the show, baby

Ariana Grande – Side To Side (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Ariana Grande + Nicki Minaj]
I’ve been here all night, Ariana
I’ve been here all day, Nicki Minaj
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side
Let them hoes know

[Verse 1: Ariana Grande]
I’m talkin’ to ya
See you standing over there with your body
Feeling like I wanna rock with your body
And we don’t gotta think ’bout nothin’ (’bout nothin’)
I’m comin’ at ya
Cause I know you got a bad reputation
Doesn’t matter, cause you give me temptation
And we don’t gotta think ’bout nothin’ (’bout nothin’)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Ariana Grande]
These friends keep talkin’ way too much
Saying I should give you up
Can’t hear them no, cause I…

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
I’ve been here all night
I’ve been here all day
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side
I’ve been here all night
I’ve been here all day
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)

[Verse 2: Ariana Grande]
Been tryna hide it
Baby what’s it gonna hurt if they don’t know?
Makin’ everybody think that we solo
Just as long as you know you got me (you got me)
And boy I got ya
Cause tonight I’m making deals with the devil
And I know it’s gonna get me in trouble
Just as long as you know you got me

[Pre-Chorus 1: Ariana Grande]
These friends keep talkin’ way too much
Saying I should give you up
Can’t hear them no, cause I…

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
I’ve been here all night
I’ve been here all day
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)
I’ve been here all night
(Been here all night, baby)
I’ve been here all day
(Been here all day, baby)
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]
This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come true yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage I got a tricycle

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
All these bitches, flows is my mini-me
Body smoking, so they call me young Nicki chimney
Rappers in they feelings cause they feelin’ me
Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me
Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany
Curry with the shot, just tell ’em to call me Stephanie
Gun pop and I make my gum pop
I’m the queen of rap, young Ariana run pop

[Pre-Chorus 2: Ariana Grande]
These friends keep talkin’ way too much
Saying I should give him up
Can’t hear them no, cause I…

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
I’ve been here all night
I’ve been here all day
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)
I’ve been here all night
(Been here all night baby)
I’ve been here all day
(Been here all day baby)
Boy, got me walkin’ side to side (side to side)

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]
This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come true yo, get you this type of blow
If you wanna menage I got a tricycle

D.R.A.M. – Broccoli (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: D.R.A.M.]
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Hey lil’ mama, would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon’ turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me ten times three
Thirty thousand dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodéo and I spent like ten Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like ten phones, damn I’m really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I’m on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Word to brother Skip, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trappin’ boy I’m making plays
Fifty shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if it ain’t ’bout guap I’m gone
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m chosen from the concrete I had rose
Shawty starin’ at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I’m a real young nigga from the six throwing bows
I’m a real young nigga from the six throwing bows
Real young nigga from the six throwing bows
[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

[Bridge: D.R.A.M.]
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don’t do it ‘less I say so
I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego
I should sauce ’em up like Prego
Fettucini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was five or six years old when I had told myself ok you’re special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That’s what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mami

[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
(That weed that weed)
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
(She wanna fuck)
Said that I can get that pussy easily
(I’m gonna fuck)
Said I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Future – Rich $ex

I got my diamonds on
You got your diamonds on
Watches on watches
I looked at her and I said, "Beautiful"
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Rich sex, bitch

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Never made love to a misfit
You never made love to a misfit
Come and kick a deal on some rich shit
I’ma keep it pimpin’ on some rich shit
We can do the show on the jet lift
Fuckin’ in the air on the jet, bitch
We can do the [?] over Vegas
Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, count fetti
Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glistenin’
Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek
Got my number one freak in the sheets
And all she want is the D
And for me to keep this ice on me

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s kiss for a while, have recess
Let’s touch for a while, have recess
Do it for a while like a replay
Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ
Run that back like a DJ
I know you see this big face
Chandelier froze for a bad one
Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you
And I keep them thangs in my ear while I’m smashin’
And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion
And I got the flash on deck, no battery
And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin’ me
Cuban link hang off my neck, to your neck from my neck
To my watch and my chain [?]

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Yiruma – Kiss The Rain lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I often close my eyes
And I can see you smile
You reach out for my hand
And I’m woken from my dream
Although your heart is mine
It’s hollow inside
I never had your love
And I never will

[Chorus:]
And every night
I lie awake
Thinking maybe you love me
Like I’ve always loved you
But how can you love me
Like I loved you when
You can’t even look me straight in my eyes

[Verse 2:]
I’ve never felt this way
To be so in love
To have someone there
Yet feel so alone
Aren’t you supposed to be
The one to wipe my tears
The on to say that you would never leave

[Verse 3:]
The waters calm and still
My reflection is there
I see you holding me
But then you disappear
All that is left of you
Is a memory
On that only, exists in my dreams

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
I don’t know what hurts you
But I can feel it too
And it just hurts so bad
To know that I can’t do a thing
But deep down in my heart
Somehow I just know
That no matter what
I’ll always love you

[Verse 1]

[Outro]
So why am I still here in the rain

Restless Heart – “When She Cries” lyrics

The road I have traveled on
Is paved with good intentions
It’s littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true

When all of my hopes were dying
Her love kept me trying
She does her best to hide
The pain that she’s been through

When she cries at night
And she doesn’t think that I can hear her
She tries to hide
All the fear she feels inside

So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
‘Cos I die a little each time
When she cries

She’s always been there for me
Whenever I’ve fallen
When nobody else believes
She’ll be there by my side

I don’t know how she takes it
Just once, I’d like to make it
Then there’ll be tears of joy
That fill her lovin’ eyes

When she cries at night
And she doesn’t think that I can hear her
She tries to hide
All the fear she feels inside

So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
‘Cos I die a little each time
When she cries

So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
‘Cos I die a little each time
When she cries

David Pomeranz – Born For You lyrics

Too many billion people
Running around the planet
What is the chance in heaven
That you’d find your way to me?

Tell me what is this sweet sensation?
It’s a miracle that’s happened
Though I search for an explanation
Only one thing it could be –

That I was born for you
It was written in the stars
Yes, I was born for you
And the choice was never ours
It’s as if the powers of the universe
Conspired to make you mine
And til the day I die,
I bless the day that I was born for you

Too many foolish people
Trying to come between us
None of them seem to matter
When I look into your eyes
Now I know why I belong here
In your arms I found the answer
Somehow nothing would seem so wrong here
If they’d only realise

That I was born for you
And that you were born for me
And in this random world,
This was clearly meant to be
What we have the world could never understand
Or ever take away
And till the day I die
I bless the day that I was born for you

What we have the world could never understand
Or ever take away
And as the years go by
Until the day I die
I bless the day that I was born for you

Meat Wave – Network

Network lyrics by Meat Wave

(Verse)
How I ever could tell you?
I gotta tell I connect to
I told you now, it’s a wax world
Hey tired of wireds
No fine day, I’m on fire
Cuz I’m perry on next day
But don’t took m password
It’s a very fadin’
I see you lower my rady
I try to fall and rent it
I compliment one dasing
A geat denegration
I love the voice I did shit
Gettin’ turnin’ the next, make it pite my light
Get it straight to the highlight
I gotta bang that and play
I walk a day way too long
I work a day, work way too long
Spread my wings
I find a ….
I work a day, work way too long

Young Thug – Digits

Thugger! YSL for life
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits..

Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it gon’ keep going
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money

I’m living like I’m on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with you
You know it’s that drop when you bright and can’t flip it
I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
Montana
Mama gon’ slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren

Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep going
Why not risk life when it’s got keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money

I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I’ma keep a red flag cause I’m boolin’
I know some roller spaces, I could deul it
Yeah, yeah I’m screaming oh my god like Cooly
When I snort it , I feel like I run the work
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I’ve been getting money before the million, fuck Pandora
I can do this shit when I get bored

Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep going
Why not risk life when it’s got keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money

Gucci Mane & Future – Kind a Dope Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, baby it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
That’s just on a weekend, that’s just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

6LACK – Just in time 4 the weekend Lyrics

[Intro]
Free, free, free

[Verse 1]
I ain’t one for no games, fuck is you saying
Don’t you start to act strange, stick to the plan
A lot of shit that you already know the answers to
I ain’t really understanding you
It’s a lot on my mind that I really wanna say to you
I don’t wanna play with you
Ain’t no squirrel so don’t try, yeah
Talk my shit then hit it right, yeah
You ain’t going nowhere, yeah
Fronting like you don’t care, yeah

[Hook]
You got that shit that make me come back
But this time they don’t know where I’m at
You using sex to try to distract
Me from the fact you don’t deserve to be where you at

[Verse 2]
It’s sad to say I had to leave my girl back home
She tripping, I don’t think that I could love her no more
She popping up at parties tryna look the other way
Girl you can’t ignore me if your friends say hey
You know you too old for the games
Fuck me good, keep a nigga sane
Treat me right, make me wanna stay
This could be us but it ain’t
I know that you gon’ hate when I’m free, yeah
Cause I got just what you need, yeah
This November 18th, yeah
Just in time for the weekend

[Bridge]
You know we too old for the games
Fuck me good and keep a nigga sane
Treat me right and make me wanna stay
Don’t make me have to find my own way
You know we too old for the games
Fuck me good and keep a nigga sane
Treat me right and make me wanna stay
Don’t make me have to find my own way

[Outro]
Listen ma, I give you all that God give me
All of it, a newfound confidence in myself
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen ma, I give you all of me just give me
All of it, newfound confidence in myself
Free

Nice Peter & EpicLLOYD – Ash Ketchum vs Charles Darwin Lyrics

[Intro]
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
ASH KETCHUM!
VERSUS!
CHARLES DARWIN!
BEGIN!

[Verse 1: Ash Ketchum]
Darwin wants to battle? Doesn’t seem like a fight
But this should be fun! I’ve yet to catch a ghost type
Got the highest speed stat, drop rhymes lightning fast
Open my pockets and go Charizard on your ass
Cause I’m Ash! And that’s A-to-the-Shush!
I don’t care how many beetles and butterflies you squoosh
Your earthworms can’t beat these magical beasties
Your shit-talking mouth is the Origin of Feces
You’ve got candy raps, Reese’s Pieces
In this ecosystem, I’m the dominant species
When it’s time to train, I turn to Pikachu. (Pika!) But when I need a weak verse, I choose you

[Verse 2: Charles Darwin]
Hello there, welcome to a world called Earth
Where actual minds do groundbreaking work
If you’re looking for the fittest, I’m the natural selection
You’re so ineffective, you couldn’t even turn eleven
What you spit’s just not hard hitting enough
It’s kid stuff, you’re soft like a Jigglypuff
You got no Game Boy. So you’ll get the broom quick
The real Ash packs a much bigger BOOMSTICK
I’m a masterful naturalist
What I’ve glimpsed will outclass all the crap on your laughable list
My research reversed the first words of the Church
You measure your worth by the sales of your merch!

[Verse 3: Ash Ketchum]
Yo, um… real quick
This dude spent eight years studying barnacle dick
Kick it! You think I’m impressed by your boat trip? Please
You’re the most annoying thing on a Beagle since fleas
You’re a glitchy old man best left out at sea
Set sail and Galápago-suck on these

[Verse 4: Charles Darwin]
Look, Mighty Morphin Michael Vick
Your animated slave fights make me sick
When I battle a foe from so simple a beginning
I’m not Charles Sheen but I am Dar-winning

[Verse 5: Ash Ketchum]
Man, if that’s true, then nature is cruel
Cause the only thing you’re winning is your cousin’s gene pool
You lost three children while they were still small
TB and scarlet fever, gotta catch ‘em all

[Verse 6: Charles Darwin]
It took millions of years for mankind to evolve
Now they’re hunched over cellphones playing with your balls
And it was hard losing my daughters and their brother
As hard as the wood that Oak gave your mother

[Outro]
WHO WON?
WHO’S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EPIC… RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

Joey BADA$$ – Temptations Lyrics

[Samples & Scratches]

[Hook]
This just the way I feel
My minds been racing so long
This just the way I feel
With these problems alone
I really can’t take it no more
I be [?] temptations [?]
Now I really can’t help it
I never felt selfish before
I’ve been living so reckless I know
Lord can you help me?
I said Lord can you help me?
This just the way I feel
My minds been racing so long
This just the way I feel
With these problems alone

[Verse]
Now everybody got problems yeah
But ain’t no way to solve em
I really came up from the bottom
Frontin’ on my momma on her last dollar
[?] I’ve been putting in these hours
Because they trying to take away what’s ours
It’s really all about the money and the power
I just wanna see my people in power
Huh, huh, tell me how we gon’ save this vision
Complainin’ all day, but in the same conditions
If you wanna make change, it’s gonna take commitment
Some people enslaved by they religion
[?] for the mental prison
When I see through [?]
About to use my powers, get em all to listen
I’ve been on a mission, aghh

[Hook]
This just the way I feel
My minds been racing so long
This just the way I feel
With these problems alone
I really can’t take it no more
I be [?] temptations [?]
Now I really can’t help it
I never felt selfish before
I’ve been living so reckless I know
Lord can you help me?
I said Lord can you help me?
This just the way I feel
My minds been racing so long
This just the way I feel
With these problems alone

Nipsey Hussle – Famous Lies & Unpopular Truths Lyrics

[Hook](x2)
I don’t feel none of y’all pain
Y’all ain’t take none of these risks
I don’t feel none of y’all made the decisions
I made to be real with this shit
I don’t trust none of y’all motives
I know you lacking the code
I know I gotta be tapped into something
From how they attacking my soul

[Verse 1]
Ride with my niggas regardless
I’ll die in the field where the mission was started
Fuck all your Hollywood dreams
Fuck up your Hollywood parties
Valet park, quarter mill
And my baby mama flawless
Made a way to get us all rich
And I’m coming straight up off Slauson

[Hook](x2)
I don’t feel none of y’all pain
Y’all ain’t take none of these risks
I don’t feel none of y’all made the decisions
I made to be real with this shit
I don’t trust none of y’all motives
I know you lacking the code
I know I gotta be tapped into something
From how they attacking my soul

The Strumbellas – Home Sweet Home Lyrics

Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm

Well I met her at a bar outside the city
We were young enough to every word [?]
We talked until the night became the mornin’
And she took me back to sleep inside her bed
Oh and she took me back to sleep inside her bed

Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm
Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm

We dated for a long time in the Northwest
Then I asked her father if we could be wed
We married to the sound of an old folk band
And I still remember everything she said
Oh and she said I were welcome to her bed

Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm
Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm
Warm

Well I’ve been workin’ hard, all my life
Just tryna do it, somethin’ better
Father, father
Won’t you help me get it right?
Well I’ve been workin’ hard, all my life
Just tryna do it, somethin’ better
Father, father
Won’t you help me get it right?

Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm
Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm
Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm
Home sweet home, home sweet home
She means everything to me and I will keep her dry and warm

VI Seconds – Sirens Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s act a little
Let’s act a little
Red, let’s act a little

[Verse 1]
Trouble, let’s take a minute to get into it
Tune in to local news to an international incident
Reporters on the scene, all trying to get in the mix of it
Young Poseidon is running the crime syndicate
Yeah, outlaw who could really do without laws
Who choose to move without your rules, I’m out [?]
He who walks the line between hero and villain
Born with the flyest of styles and the wilest of writtens, yeah
Glass shatterer, waving the middle finger
And I look good doing it, no batter can bring ’em
Toe tagger, hell bringer, bell ringer
Moving too slow for my pace, I’m a shell slinger
That means I lack in time to be standing in line with you niggas Pacing your movements and so I move you aside
See, I’m the fuckin’ cause of the damage to your cause
Take actions on my actions, I’m guilty as charged

[Hook]
Let’s act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
Act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
Act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
Act a little bad, bad, bad
‘Til we hear
This is how we do
Security, we got some niggas tryna burn out the club

[Verse 2]
I’m a grown man with some bad habits
And mad cabbage in my black baggage
I’m a damn savage, your broad on my man package
Tripping like she’s lifted off multiple hits of taps, acid
A smooth [?], making my spot as a new classic
Loose cannon, I suggest you invest in new glasses
Rootin’ and tootin’, this juice deuce blastin’ this
Problem and [?], you ain’t gotta ask me shit
I regret nothing, I act like I won’t fuck her
They say karma’s a bitch, that why I still fuck her
I get a rush from it all like Chris Tucker
And my attitude’s why your miss got her lips puckered
I’m that dude on the one-two’s with rawness
Headed to the top like male pattern baldness
I’m ready to pop and [?] that confetti drop
Every night bottle breakin’, [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Fuck the proper shit
Let’s act like in life there’s never been a consequence
With a drive like a cab dispatcher
Holding the world for ransom like a planetary kidnapper
I’m a disaster with armadas at my side
So fly, I can smack a whole fleet from the sky
Riding by with a fist clenched, and a bad grip
As soon as I touch down, your chick wanna sex Sixx
That’s it, I show up and conquer
On and off day, my essence [?]
Siren [?], fire department, the ambulance
Better arrive, ‘cuz you’re burn tryna stand a chance
More badass than Jovi’s second name
And I prove it ‘cuz I bang without a weapon aim
Without a set I claim and I’m still reppin’ my gang
The fuckin’ up [?], you think I was a flame

NICKI MINAJ – Black Barbies lyrics

Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
That Barbie Venice City
That ass and pretty titties
Get down and spend they money

You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chromes when he two in the sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA

See diva so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a fukin’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always fuck ’em like I’m sorry
Who the fuck is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker

No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in the river like you Norah Jones
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist like a snowcone
She got a hit record I said “Oh shit!”
Picked up my phone cause I had to call “Bullshit!”
These bitches havin’ nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? Do shi-…hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, boarded
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown niggas actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
Bitches can’t rap for shit, I’mma send ’em some tits
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin’ my tits

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now usually I don’t do this, I’m cut by cheese [?]
Usually I’m a Christian but this piece is Buddhist
All on my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen, your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

FUTURE – All Shooters lyrics

Chandelier diamonds champagne
I’m fillin’ my cup up with good drank
I know these drugs could be good [?]
I fell in love like a new fragrance
New kids on the block I’m sensei
Hold the candles high in your memory
Spin the block and let it rain get it done, done
I’m the man, I’m the man like Mister Dun Dun
Its blood or die me and Guwop
I spent a house on my new drop
Pearls in your eyes ain’t no shades for you
I’m hidin’ money I dig the grave for it

I just wanted to leave with all shooters
I just left the club with all shooters
I became the plug got all shooters
I get molly percocets to all the shooters
Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside, all shooters
If you represent the set, all shooters
You was raised up in the six, all shooters
Went to Paris for my niggas all shooters

They say keys open doors well niggas bells get your keys
Take them keys out the door cause nigga 12 ’bout to leave
See I’ma give ’em hell a half a mil’ on my sleeve
I bet she tryna clean that pussy up to sell it to me
I have so so many piece that you can’t sell that to me
See you talk a real good game but you can’t tell that to me
I’m in the penthouse with some shooters in the room next to me
Got a Draco with my trick look like a broom next to me
And I’m higher than a kite feel like scrooms off of me
I turn your girlfriend to a mule she like balloons up in me
He can’t see his momma strung out he refusin’ to see
How you a G hanging with snitches that’s confusin’ to me

I just wanted to leave with all shooters
I just left the club with all shooters
I became the plug got all shooters
I get molly percocets to all the shooters
I fell in love like a new fragrance
Its blood or die me and Guwop
I spent a house or my new drop
Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside, all shooters

FUTURE – RR Trucks lyrics

I look the devil in his eyes just like the reaper
We start from that shit now we glidin’ on it
I got a bag and [?] my mind ho
Got on 200 sittin’ on the dashboard
You know them M&Ms we stash those
Brand new shoe laces for the transport
That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it
That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

I’m Gucci Mane La Flare and to diss me is risky
Future pourin’ lean like its motherfuckin’ whisky
I’m the type of rich they know I’m strapped but don’t frisk me
Its 2016 I’m on my sixteenth Bentley
When I get a chance to vote I’m votin’ for Monica Lewinsky
Cause I’ma paint her face like Leonardo Davinci
Ain’t nothing special about you baby I ain’t finna miss you
Let the next nigga hit you bitch I can’t do nothin’ with you
I’m the God of the trap so every verse is like a scripture
I’m picture perfect pay-per-view you still don’t get the picture
I just want the cash don’t need the gas not even a drop of liquor
I forgot your name forgot your face but won’t forget to tip you

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it
That double R truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it
That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it
That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

Used to run from the task cause I had the glass on me
Nigga talkin’ all bad cause I got this stash on me
I’ma pour out this lean like Ace of Spade its on me
Used to see ’bout protections, lighten up I’m on fleek
I like my freaks neat I like my money neat
She gave me throat shawty couldn’t had no teeth
I’m sittin’ in a black Lamb’ but my car pink
I did the [?] 10 Ms this week
Made a film now I got to eat
I got a dealership at the crib
I got prescriptions sitin’ in my system
Percocets mollies they stayin’ in my system
I got to pour up and pour for my mental
I got to fly in a private the general
Giorgio Armani I’m the first one to get it
Me and Guwop be the first one to get it

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it
That double R truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it
That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it
That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

I got a bag and [?] my mind ho
Got on 200 sittin’ on the dashboard
You know them M&Ms we stash those
Brand new shoe laces for the transport
That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it
That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

GUCCI MANE – Selling Heroin lyrics

Guwop, Wizzop
1017, yeah, yeah

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

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This ain’t a gimmick, it’s an epidemic
I got that shit that’ll bust your heart, make you get to itching
I got that shit that make a junkie walk from Mississippi
I got these bitches selling blood to get a fix in
Man she can’t even find a vein to catch a drain
My niggas might hijack a plane to get the cain
I’m Gucci Mane, I feel like Sosa, Moet mamosa
I got ’em smoking like a motor to meet the quota
This parking spot reserved for kingpins, it’s reserved
I look like I just robbed a kingpin for 100 birds
Man come and holler at your boy, I got that boy
They know Guwop about his bills, LeSean McCoy

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

Junkies at the front door, I got junkies at the back door
Got them niggas wrapping dummies
I got niggas pulling kick doors
I got hoes in Frisco, I got hoes live in the NO
You want you a ho and you know we call that a demo
Came from out the section, stash a million in the Pinto
’69 Camaro, boy you remixing send a kilo
Look inside this barrel if you look into the peep hole
I just popped a tab and I keep that Dan Marino
I got European niggas pulling heists, (?)
I go Donald Trump when I’m looking for the c-note
You get hit with pump if you fighting over the kilo
Looking at my wrist, man this shit should be illegal
Like heroin, like heroin, like heroin

I look like I’m selling heroin, I look like I’m selling heroin
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m so illegal
Man I just did a song with Sevyn, she say I’m streeter
Man, I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin
I look like I’m selling heroin, I’m selling heroin

My watch and my chains is litted
My rings and ears sidity
Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki
20 chains on me now
90 bricks on me now
We might pass you in a drought
He bout to bring they ass out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

GUCCI MANE – Zone 6 lyrics

EA – GA stand up

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6 nigga
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m the plug and the worker cause I sell my own bricks
I’m the realest rapper livin’ man I really hit licks
And I talk cash money shit because I really tote sticks
Put that pistol on ya when I serve you, I don’t trust you
I’m from East Atlanta Georgia, fire with the fuck you
Keep your head on a swivel nigga, when you ride through
Sellin’ nines out the burglar bar like a drive through
Got a trap on flat shoals and one on may avenue
I take your load bitch you ain’t from the 6 bitch
Thats how we handle you
What you doin’ with that presser Gucci?
Tryna make a mix
I turn four bricks into six
Fuck that shit I’m from the 6

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6 nigga
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6

Hold up, Zone 6, Zone 6, Zone 6, Zone 6, Zone 6
Fuck all the fake and the phony
Fuck all my fake ass oppenents
I came out the muddy, its red and bloody
Five niggas with the fuck you
Runnin’ up money like yeah yeah
I ran a check up yeah yeah
Gotta aim for the neck up yeah yeah
Super super super super super super – Future
Zone 6 nigga been totin’ them big bazookas
A Zone 6 nigga smoke you like a hookah
A Zone 6 nigga treat you like a hooker
That bitch get outta line you better whoop her
Thats a zone 6 nigga fuckin’ on your sister

I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, nigga, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6 nigga
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6
5 fingers with the fuck you
I’m from Zone 6, I’m from Zone 6
I’m from Zone 6, bitch, I’m from Zone 6

FUTURE – Die A Gangsta lyrics

Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

NOAH CYRUS – Make Me lyrics

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me…

Lift you up ’bout 21 times
Felt those lips tell me 21 lies
You’ll be the death of me
Save you advice
Loud in you, can make Jesus cry
When I hear you saying darling
It kisses like an antidote
I’m fighting like I’m Molly
But you got me on the road

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me

Could’ve hear the thunder, but I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain
We’re too busy making hurricanes
(Yeah)
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way
But it gets hard
When you ain’t here making me crazy
Baby, say the word darling
You know just how to hold the sucker down
So, I’ll see you in the morning
I can’t watch you walk out

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me

Cry
Cry
Cry

Never thunder
To the rain

People make me cry
Hey, ey, yeah
Keep making me scream loud
Keep on make me cry
No, no, what you do to me?
Hey, ey, yeah

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me
Cry…

LITTLE MIX – Touch lyrics

You and I and nobody else
Feeling feelings I never felt
The way you got me under your spell
Don’t you keep it all to yourself

So won’t you take it, I feel like for the first time I am not faking
Fingers on my buttons and now you’re playing
Master of anticipation
Don’t you keep it all to yourself

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet all week
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet, all week
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)

Photograph with no T-shirt on
Why you making me wait so long? (Wait so long)
I promise to keep this a secret, I’ll never tell
But don’t you keep it all to yourself

So won’t you take it, I feel like for the first time I am not faking
Fingers on my buttons and now you’re playing
Master of anticipation
Don’t you keep it all to yourself (To yourself)

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet all week
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet, all week
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)

And now my whole week, my whole week is golden
Can you see me glowing? That’s how I feel
And I’m not afraid to feed into emotions
‘Cause I know that this could be something real

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet all week
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love, oh
Just a touch of your love, oh

Just a touch of your love is enough
To knock me off of my feet, all week
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love is enough
To take control of my whole body
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love (Hey!)
Just a touch of your love

Juicy J – Wet

[Hook]
The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
New paint job and they gotta be wet

The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
Any whip I’m in, paint job gotta be wet

[Verse 1]
Shawty got that wet, wet, my bankroll got ’em upset
I pull up in that new thing, you can look but you can’t touch that
Shawty leaking like a faucet, I ain’t even brush yet
You just spent your check on this lil bitch and you ain’t fuck yet
Damn , this paint on this chevy is drippin
To park it I don’t even whip it
Most of you niggas is tripping cause most of you niggas don’t listen
Walk in the club and the bitches be on me cause all of ’em know I be tipping
Pull off in a Bentley, when you see me later, I probably be in something different
Pull up on ’em, disappear, can’t even see ’em in the rear
It just so damn loud when it roar, nigga can’t even hear
Shawty all in my ear, she wanna do it right here
Shawty mouth so wet that it made me shed a tear

[Hook]
The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
New paint job and they gotta be wet

The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
Any whip I’m in, paint job gotta be wet

[Verse 2]
That 223 gon’ leave you wet nigga, that’s why you should pay your debts nigga
How you gon’ come up with 7 figures, got a better chance of seeing heaven nigga
My Bentley coupe, it look like ocean water
I dropped the top, it look like open water, bitch
I hit the shop and spent another quarter
My pay so wet, look like a Mexican crossing the border
My bitch wet, whip wet and my ‘fif too
You can’t walk in my shoes, it won’t fit you
Nigga I don’t fuck with 12, 6 times 2
Unless you talking 12 gauge, I won’t miss you

[Hook]
The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
New paint job and they gotta be wet

The money make her wet, make her wet, make her wet
I like my pussy wet, I like it wet, I like it wet
Run a pussy nigga, I leave you wet, I leave you wet
Any whip I’m in, paint job gotta be wet

Grace VanderWaal – Perfectly Imperfect

[Verse 1: Grace VanderWaal]
I don’t know my name
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say I’m just trying
Just trying

[Verse 2]
So I heard you are my sister’s friend
You get along quite nicely
You ask me why I cut my hair
And changed myself completely

[Pre-Chorus]
I am lost…
Trying to get found
In an ocean of people
Please don’t ask me any questions
You won’t get a valid answer
I’ll just say that

[Chorus]
I don’t know my name
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say I’m just trying
Just trying

[Verse 3]
I went from bland and popular to joining the marching band
I made the closest friends I’ll ever have in my lifetime

[Pre-Chorus]
I am lost…
Trying to get found
In an ocean of people

[Verse 4]
I now know my name!
I don’t play by the rules of the game
So you say, I’m not trying
But I’m trying
To find my way

Thomas Rhett – Star Of The Show

Walking down the street, hand in mine
It don’t keep them other guys
And their wandering eyes from looking at you
That’s alright and that’s okay
Who can blame ’em anyway?
You’re so pretty, and you ain’t even got a clue
Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
What’s your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show
You’re the star of the show, yeah, baby
Friday night on the town
We walk in and you draw a crowd
Even the band seems to sing for you
Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says its all on me
You look at me and laugh
Like you don’t know what to do
Baby you’re so cute
Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show, yeah
You’re the star of the show, baby, yeah yeah
Even in a ponytail in a pair of jeans you look like a cover
Of a magazine, baby you’re the only one who doesn’t see
That everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everyone’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are, baby
You are, you are, you are, you are
The star of the show..
Don’t you know, you’re the star of the show, baby

Verse Simmonds – Guarantee

[Verse 1]
Say you got a new man, new man, new man, whatever the fuck
I don’t give a damn cause you still gon’, still gon’, still gon’ let a nigga fuck
Told you before that pussy still mine
She said say it again so she know I ain’t lyin’

[Pre-Chorus]
She know what it is when I come to the city
We ain’t gotta have windows down cause you see me
She put on that little, tight dress that I like
And tonight she doin’ everything that I like, yeah we gotta fuck everything

[Chorus]
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee

[Verse 2]
Mine, mine, mine, it’s been a long time, no, not much’s changed
We picked up where we left off like we never missed a day
Okay, got you open, got you smokin’
Doin’ things that you never do with him, you never do with him

[Pre-Chorus]
She know what it is when I come to the city
She gon’ turn her cellphone off when she with me
She gon’ do the little, freaky things that I like
And she ain’t gon’ make it back home, not tonight

[Chorus]
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee
I’ll always belong to you
You’ll always belong to me
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
This love is a guarantee

Nicki Minaj – Black Barbies

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat ass and pretty titties
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Sativa so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a fukin’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always fuck him like I’m sorry
Who the fuck is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone cause I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin’ nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? Douche it-…hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown niggas actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
Bitches can’t rap for shit, I’mma send ’em some tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin’ my tits

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Now usually I don’t do this, I’m Popeye, she’s Brutus
Usually I’m a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

A Tribe Called Quest – We The People (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
We don’t believe you ’cause we the people
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don’t need you
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we’re liable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don’t love me, she make money, she don’t study that
She gon’ give it to me, ain’t gon’ tell me run it back
She gon’ take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
The doors have signs with, don’t try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I’d probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin’ commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it’s not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit’s cold
Ain’t settling because I ain’t so bold but ay

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go

[Bridge: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
We’re not just nigga rappers with the bars
It’s kismet that we’re cosmic with the stars

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
Fuck y’all know about true competition?
That’s like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin’
The only one who’s hitting are the ones that’s currently spittin’
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
Dreaming of a world that’s equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that’s vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yuh headtop

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go