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French Montana – Ready Intro (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m lifeless, haha
Haan, yeah

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 1]
Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot
Said Pray to the one then niggas get to ball out
God damn, watch the ball work
Got rich, put ’em on work
Finish last nigga, ball first
Now curve bitches cold turkey
In the game nigga, no mercy
For the weak niggas
You feeling froggy than leap nigga!
Shoot the shepherd and the sheep nigga
From my head to my feet nigga
Countin’ millions before while I sleep nigga
High school to the league nigga
Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out
‘Rari sittin’ low, gotta crawl out
If that pussy wet, never pull out
If that pussy good, buy the mall out
Sittin’ court side in my court case
Drinkin’ lean, poppin’ pills, heart racin’
Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace
36 O’s, foundation
Word around town, I’m the man nigga
Breakin’ down work to the grams nigga
Whip it in the Pan nigga
Gettin’ money with the fam nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 2]
Aye, young nigga from the trap, bitch can’t trap me
Young cold nigga get money like an athlete
Now I’m straight like 12:30
Pussy clean, baby talk dirty
Need the work nigga, call early
Rap game sabotage and we gon’ burn it
Nigga cold murder
And I’m comin’ for ya head nigga
And I did what I said nigga
Mine get it how I live nigga
Go playin’ with the bread nigga
I blow off your dread nigga
Get the hoes sprayin’ nigga
From the bottom it was all I
Told your whole story, it was all lies
Drink and smoke till I fall out
Thought he get the bread and it’s all out
Nah nigga, jumped in the fire nigga
Still ridin’ with the fire nigga
Countin’ money, gettin’ high nigga
Praise due to the high nigga
But my niggas on set, I can die nigga
Started from the block nigga
I done earned my spot nigga
From the bottom, couldn’t see the top nigga
Coke Boy non-stop nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

French Montana – Play Yaself (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Yeah, aye
(Oh, let’s just make this moment last)
Pray to the most high
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Coke Boy
(If this even stays ? remember us one more time)
Montana, Fraud
(I tried to hold it inside)
Haah
(So why are you happenin’?)
La Musica de Harry Fraud

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ I’ma fall off, what you smokin’?
Crib with the tennis court, got French open
Can’t stop us, top dollars, paparazzi
Liberace, money be the topic
Rappers smoke and mirrors, paper kinda light
I had Jhene Aiko, china white
Tommy Buns table with the young shooters
100 chains on, 51 Cuban
Word to Larry King but King David
This young king been gettin’ paper
30,000 feet, jet no turnin’ back
Number 30 fill the crocodile Burkin bag

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 2]
Aye, four door lookin’ like four banks
You niggas ain’t sure and you sure ain’t
Who I bring the sun down, bring the sun up with
Marathon money, fuck you, who you runnin’ with
Smokin’ hydrophonics and Bora Bora
Young akh’ smoke chronic readin’ a Surah
You know they watchin’ your pockets if money be the topic
Nigga stop it, you ain’t build enough to stop ’em
Even though I spend to cop it I don’t call her mine
I don’t call her blind, it ain’t about the money it’s that storyline
Cause the same homies that gave you life
Friends turn to competition, they don’t like it
Tell ’em crabs I’m eatin’ lobster
Niggas askin’ me to Oscars
From the bottom with the same posse
Dappered down, I just want the paper
Biz Markie, shawty want the vapor

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Outro]
Don’t play yaself
Do your motherfuckin’ homework
If you still in school dumb motherfucker
One thing for sure
And a million things for certain
We gon’ ball forever nigga
Just (?)
Coke Boy
Montana
Mac And Cheese, Fraud
You know what this is

French Montana – No Shopping (feat. Drake) (MC4 Album) letras

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

Runnin’ through them keys way before Khaled
Runnin’ with the pushas way before Malice
Word to the five, I’m the one like four minus
Caught her off the rebound, Ben Wallace, gave her four dollars
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
When it get hot, bodies start droppin’
Hit the strip club, told them hoes gon’ get the moppin’
Word to Diddy, we Cirocin’
Word to Biggie, we’ll be Pac-in’
I just bought Selena’s crib, I’m poppin’
I just told Drizzy, “Let me take Serena to the tropics”
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
Sittin’ high, 6 God cover
Tell them hoes get low, 6 God comin’

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

Pump, pump, pump it up
She got a good head on her, but I pump it up
I’m not a one hit wonder, they know all my stuff
You let me turn into the nigga that you almost was
I done seen a lot of shit and I done been in things
And I never started nothin’, I just finish things
And I’m sell off like the man that brought me in this thing
How you out here celebratin’ like the winnin’ team?
No, calm down, calm down
Shit ain’t how you think it is, take a look around
I’m supposed to be on a vacation right now
But I’m home wildin’, word to DJ Khaled
Back with another one
I’m steady droppin’ bombs on your head top
Been that way since I could make your bed rock
I’m on Bloor where you can’t shop
Bitch I just rapped and it went pop
Next move better than my last move
Your next move can’t erase your past moves
Took her out once she got attached to him
Ring, ring, click, I’ll get back to ’em
You don’t really want the views
You don’t want a snapshot of things goin’ on with the crew
You don’t wanna hear Not Nice did thirteen
And did another two for some other shit he didn’t do
Last week, bwoy dem runnin’ in the room
This week sold one point two
Yeah, it’s a Boucheron baby boy
Yeah, and I know Taraji like I’m baby boy
And I fuck with Weezy and I’m Baby’s boy
Yeah we the Army, better yet the Navy, boy

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

The birds want rings and tings, you know
But we’ll never take the bird shoppin’, you know
Still, you already done know
Big up, Six God
Haaaan, skrrt, skrrt!

French Montana – Two Times (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Wait for it, wait for it, right
Wait for it, wait for it, skrr
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 1]
Used to dust ’em off and pass ’em to Chinx
Fuck me like an animal, I buy you mase
We ain’t work for that, nah we can’t do that
Black rose in the concrete grew where the pavement at
Two hoes want my eyes, be like “where the payment at?”
Two hoes, three dice, we was shakin’ that
It is what it is man, God rolled it
She gonna deep throat with her eyes open, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Talk about me and my bitch
Me and Cash in the Lamb’, we got two chains
Came from the bottom like loose change
Jumpin’ on these niggas, 23
She jabbin’ on these suckers for her fee
They know the dope real on the real though
She got her legs open like field goal, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
I came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 2]
Dippin’ through the corners, gotta stick and move
Catch me in that trap, watch me make a move
Blowin’ hundreds like Chyna back in KOD
Sunday I’ma live, Monday hell week
Back to back Wraiths, bitch the Holy Ghost
Blowin’ smoke, sippin’ Hen’ till I overdose, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
I’ma lie to the law, hand on the Bible
Straight fill the cash, clash me the title
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Besides the main bitch takin’ everyone
I’m dippin’ through the lane baby, and 1
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

French Montana – Everytime (feat. Jeezy) (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Hey, yeah
Watch-watch-watch this

[Hook: French Montana]
Standin’ on the couch, we got it lit (yeah)
Scorin’ with your bitch, now that’s a swish (yeah)
It’s a movie every time our diamonds flick (every time)
Leave it up to me, this money I’ma get it (haah)
I’ma get to the money every night (oh)
When I see her I’ma hit her every night (oh yeah)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (oh)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I do it every time, do it every time
Diamonds blue, Carolina shinin’ every time
Top off while we smoke the weed up
Diamonds shine like (?) by the P’s
Hit it once and I’ma do it all over
Chargin’ double for the ounces, I’m ridin’ with the Cobra
If it ain’ the blue, I mixed the Henny with the soda
100,000 ones, watch them bad bitches clean it up
Every time I see her, she bust it open every time
When the feds hit you, you was tellin’ every time
When the cameras hit us, we was shinin’ every time
Pull up to the spot, Europeans every time

[Hook: French Montana]
Standin’ on the couch, we got it lit (yeah)
Scorin’ with your bitch, now that’s a swish (yeah)
It’s a movie every time our diamonds flick (every time)
Leave it up to me, this money I’ma get it (haah)
I’ma get to the money every night (oh)
When I see her I’ma hit her every night (oh yeah)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (oh)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Nothin’ but the truth in every line
I need all mine nigga, every dime
My diamonds dancin’, Kevin Federline
Who got the plug on the Britney? Never mind
What you know bout havin’ 60 for a kilo?
Told ’em give me two nigga like a free throw
Nothin’ but net baby, swish
Got that Smart Water on my wrist
See that California came with them horses
How bout you let me fuck your friend? That bitch is gorgeous
.40 on my waist, Avion and Ace
Full clip every time, we shootin’ out the Wraith, ay

[Hook: French Montana]
Standin’ on the couch, we got it lit (we got it lit)
Scorin’ with your bitch, now that’s a swish (that’s a swish)
It’s a movie every time our diamonds flick (every time)
Leave it up to me, this money I’ma get it (hey)
I’ma get to the money every night (every time)
When I see her I’ma hit her every night (every time)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (hey)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (yeah)

[Outro]
Every time
Every time
Bling

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky) (MC4 Album) letras

Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my God, oh my God
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my God, oh my God
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’mma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My God, oh my God
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in ’cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my God, oh my God
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World’ll lay you down, made me down
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’mma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!

French Montana – I’m Heated (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Hey friends, hey friend
Let me tell you a little story friend
Let your kick in the mouth
Let me tell the real story if you was put in the ropes
Brrp, stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up

[Hook]
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated, heated
He-he-he-heated, I’m heated
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
[Verse 1]
Go get the broom now sweep it up
Bump on the scene with the gangster lean
Bitch you in the major league, major league
Money ain’t a thing to me
Don’t complain to me
How she gettin’ next me
Pull up in the scene with the gangster lean
Bitch, shawty got things for me
I got my sandals, no socks
I ain’t payin’ for the box
I can’t sleep around
I don’t know where you found
Ass fat, gotta move around
All my life I done built it from the ground
Surround sound
Swim with the sharks shoulda drowned
She try to smoke my whole pound
Had to hit the Dogg Pound
Like wassup
I heard you put a needle through the condom
Tried to rob ’em

[Hook]
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, heated, heated
He-he-he-heated, I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated

[Verse 2]
Go get the broom now sweep it up
MC with the gangster plan
Bitch you gotta make the band
Bitch you might take the stand
Actin’ like you ain’t the gram
Man make the money, the money never make the man
Fall back, I’m cooler than a fan
Came up with a master plan
With nothin’ but sweat inside my hand
Brp, sick up, ha-haha, sick up
I ain’t trust a nigga
I fucked her through the zipper
Fuck police, try to hit me with a ticket
Heard my man hit her raw so I ain’t wanna lick her
Got a Coach bag but you ain’t no player
Take another pill bitch, stay up
All she wanna do is smoke
Bitch want blood, heard she fuckin’ with a locc
Hello, (?) like mellow
From the ghetto, Lamborghini yellow
What’s up
I know where I come from, I know where I’m goin’
And I can keep on flowing
I bet she stole cash in my pocket
I can’t knock it
Told me to take her to the tropics
Gotta get the biscotti

[Hook]
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, heated, heated
He-he-he-heated, I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated

[Outro]
Cause I’m heated
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Cause I’m heated
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
I’m heated

French Montana – Lockjaw (feat. Kodak Black) (MC4 Album) letras

My nigga on the road
They never told me
Montana

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
I ain’t even tryna talk ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin’
Still caught up in the streets
And the feds still knockin’
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’

I chew your lil’ mup, I boot a nigga up
Got the snipers in the dually truck and we tooly’d up
I be tryin’ change my life , but a monkey on my back
I’ve been rollin’ all night, I got a monkey on my back
(Skrrr, skrrr)
All about the mula
Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool her
I know a nigga blessin, ‘ pray to God
Soon as the flow hit my feet I’m getting high
Eyes bowleg, lookin’ crooked in the face
She keep lookin’ in her drink
Probably think the liquor laced
Nah bitch, I’m 1K
And I’m gonna keep it one-hund’ though
Biting down, ’bout to rip my tongue off

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
I ain’t even tryna talk ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin’
Still caught up in the streets
And the feds still knockin’
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’

Slidin’ in the Cutlass and you know I paint it candy
Then I pulled up in a bucket but I used to want to a Hemi
And I’m pouring up the ’round then I’m sippin’ on Remy
I ain’t fuckin with that white shit I’m throwed off Henny
Pull up to the back, black zac
Chief rockin’
And the Feds keep lurkin’ ’cause the boys keep talkin’
Ritz Carlton
Ran off on the plug about forty times
Forty niggas strapped, we the 49’ers
Bite downnnn, Karlton Hines
Got two twig bitches doing 69
Jump off to the mula and you know that
50 chains on, diamonds flashing like Kodak
I remember toting .38, now I got a semi
Could have been had a baby K
But I wasn’t ready
Shawty say she like my Larry pack
Thought I went to Cali
Nah baby I ain’t want the Wap, I just want the Fetty

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
I ain’t even tryna talk ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin’
Still caught up in the streets
And the feds still knockin’
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’

(Ay, ay ay, ay, ay ay ay, skrr, ay, ay ay ay, ay, ay ay
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Ay, ay ay ay)

French Montana – Check Come (MC4 Album) letras

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Verse 1]
Niggas chop, pop, (?), ain’t y’all worried bout it?
No baby mama’s, just kiss her, she ain’t gotta worry bout it
Good mornin’s apologies, she heard about it
Cat right there ain’t hard to feed ain’t scurred about it
Sittin’ right next to that dank of G’s
Try to iron all the shit out to like 20 creases
Me and my niggas go way back, got a million secrets
These days can’t go to sleep, get caught sleepin’

[Bridge]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho

[Verse 2]
Got two bitches, 100 grand a piece
Slick Rick James, Mona Lisa
Once I cop the check she ain’t gotta lease it
I be thinkin’ bout my son like I gotta teach him
Man I fell in love for her mama rose
Once the check came I bought another road
Shit gotta paid, ah
Rent can’t be late, ah
You still my ho

[Bridge]
Once the check come I’m through with that ho
She’s still my ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that
Through with that
I’m through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I’m sippin’ lean just walkin’ by
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

French Montana – Xplicit (feat. Miguel) (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro: Miguel]
Explicit for ya
I’m listenin’ explicit for ya
I’ll say it if you need it darlin’
I hear you callin’
Waitin’, waitin’
Why am I waitin’
I keep that Akira Kurosawa for ya
Never seen it realer
Never seen it realer dog
Keep that Akira Kurosawa for ya

[Verse 1: Miguel]
Say it if you mean it bae
You don’t gotta lie to me
All I want is real shit
You can just vibe with me
Tell me that you need it if you
Need it I can get it low
Know that I can’t get enough
Believe it baby

[Hook: Miguel]
Keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
I can paint the picture babe
You never had it so visual, visual
Explicit for ya
I’m listenin’ explicit for ya
I’ll say it if you need it darlin’
I hear you callin’
With your eyes, with your eyes

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
You ain’t gotta lie to me
Shawty keep it real with me
Started from the ground with me
Now she on top of them hills with me
Blowin’ cash, till this money up
Standin’ on them couches while we like we on one, uh
Same niggas that front
Same niggas need a hundred
Same bitches that front
Same bitches that want it
Fuckboys we passin’
Cuban links we flashin’
Bright lights in action
Fly cars we crashin’
I keep hearin’ them voices
Gotta make them choices
Gotta pick your poison
Black, white, Rolls-Royces, haaaah
Baby so explicit for ya
Cause all that money can’t buy you love, Montana

[Hook: Miguel]
Keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
I can paint the picture babe
You never had it so visual, visual
Explicit for ya
I’m listenin’ explicit for ya
I’ll say it if you need it darlin’
I hear you callin’
With your eyes, with your eyes

[Outro: French Montana + Miguel]
Oh, yeah, you just got to show to me
I just want to know
Cause you glowin’ from a distance
Keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
Let me paint the picture, ha
Yeah, you just got to show to me
I just want to know
Cause you glowin’ from a distance
I keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
Let me paint the picture, uh
Baby paint the picture
I keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
Never seen it realer
You ain’t never seen it realer uh

French Montana – Figure It Out (feat. Kanye West & Nas) (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro: Kanye West & Nas]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
(Yeah)
No matter how many times I’ve tried to you
I can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I never lied to you (Uh) I can’t
(Can’t lie y’all, he disrespected y’all)
No matter how times I’ve tried to you
I can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you, I can’t
Always on my mind, I can feel it now
Verse 1: Kanye West & French Montana
Uh, just like a nigga, go figure
Some shit they said they might never figure
Mo’ figures, more hating ass niggas
Mo’ commas, more hating ass problems

[Hook: Kanye West + We are the Take]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
No matter how much I’ve tried
No matter how much I’ve tried
Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
Uh, no matter how many times I’ve, uh
No matter how many rhymes I’ve, uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
Always on my mind
Eh, I can’t lie to you
No matter how many times I’ve tried
I can’t figure it out
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Coming from the back block, posted like the backdrop
Rags to the riches, got rich bought the ragtop
Lot of homies died here, look at what the grind did
Put me in the same shoes, still do what Shyne did
More digits, more bitches, more riches
They don’t want no broke niggas
But don’t call them gold diggers
I don’t know, I don’t know, why I ain’t get the picture?
Why Cosby slipped her?
Why I fucked ‘em both when they said they sisters?
Why Eazy ain’t have the Magic?
Why AI never won a ‘ship?
And why God took Max and Chinx
And he ain’t take me when I got hit?

[Hook: Kanye West + We are the Take]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
No matter how much I’ve tried
No matter how much I’ve tried
Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
Uh, no matter how many times I’ve, uh
No matter how many rhymes I’ve, uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
Always on my mind
Eh, I can’t lie to you
No matter how many times I’ve tried
I can’t figure it out
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah

[Verse 3: Nas & Kanye West]
Beyond Pérignon, the fame, the money
The Baccarat crystal that’s hanging from the ceilings above me
Hearing people whisper, screaming I’m lucky but trust me
Nothing come free, shawty tried to keep my son from me
Or I could be delirious to take life serious
Remain single forever, can’t wife nothing, period
I’m a G, I need privacy, media’s never kind to me
Niggas beefing on small time things, we on a dying spree
He disrespected y’all
Just like a nigga, go figure
He talking reckless, yo
I can’t accept it, yo
No matter how much I’ve tried
For the love of my people, I guess I’ll let it go
I can’t figure it out

[Hook: Kanye West + We are the Take]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
No matter how much I’ve tried
No matter how much I’ve tried
Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
Uh, no matter how many times I’ve, uh
No matter how many rhymes I’ve, uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
Always on my mind
Eh, I can’t lie to you
No matter how many times I’ve tried
I can’t figure it out
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah

French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P) (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)
*Spanish*

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 1: French Montana]
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choice make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like (?)
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy
Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215
24/7, 365, 211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 million way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy
Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy
Renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage
God damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game
Flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil locc
What nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

French Montana – Chinx & Max Paid For (feat. Max B & Chinx) (MC4 Album) letras

Part 1 – Chinx & Max

[Intro: Chinx]
That’s my nigga man, that’s my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for you lil boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin’ in a rush
Now worse when you love somethin’ death can touch
Sometimes life hurt more than death homie
Locked up Max, took Chinx, I’m last one left homie
Told you Stack – died, did, done, lived that
You looked at me and laughed, you ain’t care
I remember we recorded I’m a Coke Boy
You lit the city up, I told you get that dough boy
I mean we both from the bottom with the same dreams
Why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V
Starin’ at my phone waitin’ for your phone call
I see your face every time I see your lil boy
Life pleasant, death peaceful
Transition
That’s the trouble some comin’ where I’m comin’ from
Why blood bleed memories nobody steals
Death leave heart ache, nobody heals
In my own zone drinkin’ till I’m feelin’ woozy
Knowin’ I’ma die, remind me there ain’t nothin’ to lose

[Interlude: Max B]
It’s some real shit right here, yeah. I feel like he feels as far as far as not being able to have your nigga there, me, Chinx and shit. Always know this B, you’re blessed. You know I’m sayin’? And all you gotta do when you feel like that, look at my situation, you know I’m sayin’? Think of my situation nigga

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga seven-five, damn
They tried to kill my dog alive
Wavy, it’s a law fightin’ for your life
We live like it no tomorrow, I pray for you at night
Time flyin’, it’s been 7 years
While time flies fake friends disappear
Fast money, fast cars, lived it to the most
Penthouse, Zach, Chinx, Max, nobody close
Told you focus on the money, fuck the problems
But once you hit the Henny, you the wildest
Remember when you finger popped the jon, found a condom in her?
And you still hit her?
You crazy
They thought I was done when they locked you up
Haha, turn the city up
Tried to bury us but didn’t know we were seeds
International superstars overseas
Despite all our obstacles, against all odds
Keep your eyes on the prize and your faith on God
Every week talk to your mother
I see your baby boy gettin’ older
Until you get the appeal we gon’ fight homie
Spit that Coke Wave Boys for life homie
Montana

[Outro: Max B’s mother + (French Montana)]
(Just say a prayer for us, you ready ma?)

Oh father God we come to you right now. To bring Karim, aka French Montana, and Charlie aka Max B. Bring them both to the altar, lord God, I give this to you. I give this to you, look (?), to keep him safe as I know that you do each and every day lord God. We ask you to give them wisdom, to use in a good way, lord God that will help them in their future — concernin’ their children, their children’s mothers, for their children are the future and their children’s children are the future future

So father God, we ask you lord God to anoint their music, anoint their thoughts, their dreams, their aspirations, oh God. And to speak to them always oh God as we know that you do but let them know lord God that when you’re speaking to them that you already spoke to them and that you always speak to them. It’s just a matter of them listening. So father God we ask to carry them through both separate situations under two different circumstances, lord God

And we ask you in your son’s name lord God to allow them to apply whatever it is they need to apply in their life, lord God, to make it better for them. And better for the music world, lord God. In this we say, we pray, amen

(Thank you ma, hold on for a second ma)
You like that one?
(Yeah I loved that one ma)
I want to say one more thing

______________________________________________

Part 2 – Paid For

[Intro]
Max, Chinx
Think about the times
Think about you some times
Think about the dimes
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Know sometimes I’m goin’ under

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 1: Max B]
Ayo, spark them phony fucks from deep
I’ma put them fucks to sleep
Quarter million in my jeans
These bitches praise my dick
Penthouse, he in that six (oww)
We in this bitch
They raided on my cuh
They takin’ all my bucks
They be rapin’ all my sluts (oww)
Ayo, Maxie don’t like him
They got me all tightenin’
Even papi got that 10
Yeah I hit you niggas with that shotty pump
Leave you on that potty slump
Shittin’ on yourself
I put them bitches in the ground
I flip them with the pound
I’m empty, I need another round

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 2: Chinx]
Look these niggas wishin’ on a fallen star
Double park the Vanquish and hop into a different car
We spend money like a whirlwind
Chinx Drugz don’t crack, smack a nigga heroin
Your girl went down and never came up
These niggas need to hang up
Three Jewish lawyers on retainer
These liars never tell the same story twice
Been a sucker all your life
Yellow gold stones dancin’ off the lights
Fuck your life
These niggas ass bent with life
Don’t touch the dice
Never felt the fire till you touched it twice
What’s the price?
Kush burnin’, cruise control
Everyday’s a big game for me like the Superbowl

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Bridge: French Montana & Max B]
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Uh, thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even sleep
Man thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even speak
All the confusion had me in the Mosque Friday night
Tryna find a peace of mind but couldn’t find a piece of mine
Moral to the story, the story got no morals
Cause the real gon’ struggle while the suckers get the glory
It’s a new day, she trippin’ off a D’usse
Try and hit me with the lemonade when I met her drinkin’ Kool-Aid
Tryna be rich and famous
Showin’ up to court twistin’ fingers
If rap was a sport, we was ringers
Gotta lose it all just to make it
God giveth, God taketh, strip you naked
Shake the devil, get the cake

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
(Fraud you a motherfucker)
Wanna see you smile
(Max)
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
(Chinx)
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Outro: French Montana]
Oww, thinkin’ bout the time
(Miss you my nigga)
I think about you sometimes
(CB for life)
Ow, thinkin’ bout the time
(Wave god, MC4, Zach)
I think about the time
Think about you sometimes
(La musica di Harry Fraud)
I think about dyin’
Haanh!

Ari Lennox – Backseat (feat. Cozz) letras

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the backseat of my hmmm

[Verse 1: Ari Lennox]
Oowee these fellas can’t mind their business
You spank it so they know I’m taken
They don’t wanna up this crazy
Ooh we gon’ steam up this parking lot baby
[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the backseat of my hmmm

[Verse 2: Ari Lennox]
They might suspect, but who gon’ check me
Ooh ooh this car is getting foggy
The brown skin all on my body
The brown skin done drive me crazy

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the back seat of my ride
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the back seat of my

[Verse 3: Cozz]
Look, there’s nothing to complicate
Ain’t no need for conversation
I’m sure that your body got a lot to say
You know that I brought a plate
Cause you told me you only work from 6-to-9
Wait you know I’m off at 8
I’m tryin’ to contemplate and concentrate on where to take your ass
I think I got a place, backseat of my car
I ain’t got a place, but baby you’re my
Thoughts have been nasty
I wanna smash me a bad piece
Introduce her whole face to my family
You ain’t gotta ask me what the plan be
The condom plan A, without one, plan B
Fill up your damn jeans
Finna know baby I spill that damn cheese
No hands, I use my teeth and pull down your panties
Then focus on that sweet thang, open your pantry
I admire her for her, I would hire her to twerk
I’m not inspired to search for nobody else
That gushy too gucci, gushy way flyer than a purse
The way we grinding in this backseat, hope these tires ain’t gon’ burst
Swear to God

[Bridge: Ari Lennox]
Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead
I want it now
Love me no doubt while I steam up your ride
I want it now
Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead
I want it now
Love me no doubt while I steam up your ride
I want it now

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like (Revenge)
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the back seat of my hmmm

6LACK – PRBLMS letras

[Verse 1]
And she said
You a God damn lie
I ain’t mean to say that shit girl I was God damn high
So we left the crib now we in the God damn ride
She lookin’ God damn fine
I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth
But she want the God damn skies
List of my problems
Got this one on my line that won’t stop fucking callin’
It’s crazy I made her that way
Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face
Like why you do that
Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space
Why you do why you do that
Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing
Why you do why you do that
I can’t explain it but just know it working for me
She text me I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
But how the fuck can you hate me
When I ain’t did shit, but be the real thing
She know I’m the real, that’ll never change
I never been the one, to try to explain
While you catch them feels imma sip on this drank
It’s easing my brain

[Hook]
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

[Verse 2]
Now I’m like
It’s a God damn shame
We done crashed we done burned
But baby you the God damn blame
See I wanted love but you wanted God damn fame
Every God damn thing
I wanted a bitch who was on the move
But you want to God damn lay
List of my problems
Got this one in my bed and she just wants to sleep
Fucking up all of the sheets
She only wake up to eat
Do this shit every week
Like why you do that
Crying you want to be great, but sleepin’ until the next day
Why you do that
Don’t got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steak
Why you do why you do that
She can’t explain it but just know it working for her
She claiming she down on her luck, but really she don’t give a fuck
And I cannot make this shit up
And I ain’t did shit, but be the real thing
She know I’m the real, that’ll never change
I won’t be the one, to try to explain
While you catch them feels imma sip on this drank
It’s easing the pain

[Hook]
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

Joe – So I Can Have You Back letras

[Verse I]
Can you hear me when I pray for you
Never knew tears could make an ocean blue
Fear of forever is a door that I don’t want closed, closed

[Pre-Chorus]
Pictures and pictures of the smile I remember
This just can’t all be true
[Chorus]
I hope he makes the biggest mistake
The unforgivable that makes your heart break
I hope you tell him “sorry is just not enough”
And it goes from good to bad, so I can have you back

[Verse II]
So many memories tells how long it’s been
And I accept the blame as to why you’re with him
He wouldn’t approve of us just being friends
Please, that’s all I need

[Pre-Chorus]
Out of respect I back away for a while
Promise to keep me in mind

[Chorus]
I hope he makes the biggest mistake
The unforgivable that makes your heart break
I hope you tell him “sorry is just not enough”
And it goes from good to bad, so I can have you back

[Bridge]
There is nobody like you
(So I can have you back)
Without you, I don’t know what to do
The love you gave to to me
I’m using it to breathe
I know you think I’m wrong
But it keeps me holding on, to you
Keeps me holding on, to you

The love you gave to to me
I’m using it to breathe
I know you think I’m wrong
But it keeps me holding on, to you
Keeps me holding on, to you

[Chorus]
I hope he makes the biggest mistake
The unforgivable that makes your heart break
I hope you tell him “sorry is just not enough”
And it goes from good to bad, so I can have you back

Mike Classic – Woosah letras

Pull up with my dawg, you set things happennin’
Girl, you know you got it,
I said girl you know you got it
What’s your name? Your size? I want your body
Uuh, I want your body, I said uuh, I want your body
Gang never seen, I said, gang never seen
Changes, changes prove, keep it a hun though
Why don’t you fuck with your man, and have some fun though?

Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah, woosah, just take it easy
Yeah yeah
Slow down
You know
Don’t fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah
Fuck, fuck with me
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah yeah
Fuck, fuck with me

Can hit the floor, or we can stay in the crib
Girl, I’m a whole body it is what it is
Go sit your pretty ass down right there, right there
We’ve got haters on the side, right there
But that’s the cause, baby girl
Just be cool with it
[?] and I know what to do with it

Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah, just woosah, take it easy
Yeah yeah
Slow down
You know
Don’t fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah
Fuck, fuck with me
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah yeah
Fuck, fuck with me

Kehlani – Table (feat. Little Simz) letras

[Verse 1 – Kehlani]
I will say I’m a believer in letting people be people
If you’re humble or conceited, I’ll still see you as equal
I don’t be taking the defensive to how the devil be working
I know that god is my witness, fulfilling my purpose
I’ve been a real down to Mars chick, at the bar chick
I’ll pick up your 3am call s**t
Love and basketball chick
I move your car chick
Late night trip to Target

[Hook/Chorus]
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table

[Verse 2 – Kehlani]
I know I’m not no messiah, and I am far from a prophet
But if the earth set on fire, I think I know how to stop it
I’m not afraid of opinion, I know the devil be working
I just keep up with my focus and keep my nose in these verses
I’ve been a real down to earth chick, never surface
I pick a backpack over a purse chick
Never at ya service, here for your worstest
Ha, don’t I sound perfect?

[Hook/Chorus]
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table

[Verse 3 – Little Simz]
I try my best to be loving and give my all when it’s needed
I make the most of my time, and try to learn all the teachers
Don’t take my kindness for weakness
Steady dealing with madness
So I pick up my chalise, ’cause what’s life without balance?
Too much s**t on my mental, don’t pretend like you get it
You would call me a medic, if you knew where my head is down
If you knew where this led-ed, all my vices are deaded
If you know what I’m going through, why the f**k would you stress me?
Take me back to the basics
Understanding what’s worth chasing
‘Cause time is of the essence, get me out the matrix
I pick my battles and win
You can’t relate where I’ve been
I don’t say much, ’cause I don’t need much in this world full of sin
Body and soul is detached, and my heart’s got a patch
You can’t drive without looking and then expect not to crash
But I know what gave me purpose
I’ll take my time ’til it’s king
And I’ll take a seat at the table, because I know what I bring, know what I bring

Common – Letter To The Free letras

[Verse 1: Common]
Southern leaves, southern trees we hung from
Barren souls, heroic songs unsung
Forgive them Father they know this knot is undone
Tied with the rope that my grandmother died
Pride of the pilgrims affect lives of millions
Since slave days separating, fathers from children
Institution ain’t just a building
But a method, of having black and brown bodies fill them
We ain’t seen as human beings with feelings
Will the U.S. ever be us? Lord willing!
For now we know, the new Jim Crow
They stop, search and arrest our souls
Police and policies patrol philosophies of control
A cruel hand taking hold
We let go to free them so we can free us
America’s moment to come to Jesus

[Chorus: Bilal]
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)

[Verse 2: Common]
The caged birds sings for freedom to bring
Black bodies being lost in the American dream
Blood of black being, a pastoral scene
Slavery’s still alive, check Amendment 13
Not whips and chains, all subliminal
Instead of ‘nigga’ they use the word ‘criminal’
Sweet land of liberty, incarcerated country
Shot me with your ray-gun
And now you want to trump me
Prison is a business, America’s the company
Investing in injustice, fear and long suffering
We staring in the face of hate again
The same hate they say will make America great again
No consolation prize for the dehumanized
For America to rise it’s a matter of Black Lives
And we gonna free them, so we can free us
America’s moment to come to Jesus

[Chorus: Bilal]
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)
Freedom (Freedom)
Freedom come (Freedom come)
Hold on (Hold on)
Won’t be long (Won’t be long)

Young Lo – Trapping Out The Garage (feat. Chris Brown & Flawkoe) letras

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money making Mitch, fast money make it quick
50,000 on your head let’s see how fast they forget
Fuck is you looking at with your looking ass? Cause we flexin’
Not even google maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga
Coca taking your nigga
[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 2: Flawkoe]
*Spanish* (?)

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Sorry nigga I don’t speak much
When it’s beef niggas get touched
My young niggas shooting Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb’ doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act’ and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA ‘fore they knew what it was
Man they kill ’em off of X, I’m a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

[Hook]
I used to trap out the garage
Talking ounces, had bricks
Mr. get ’em and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hitting glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Wintertime – All The Time 2 letras

[Intro]

[Verse]
Wintertime all the time ooh, look at the way that I move
Disrespectful and I’m rude, I had cocaine in the school
Winter one hell of a kid, smokin’ gas, juggin’ mids
What you doin’ I done did, slick talkin’ since a jit
I know that this what they want
Run up some money I’m gone
I’m the truth like Ron, sippin’ lean the same one
I taught myself to finesse, I taught myself how to jugg
Bein’ broke was no fun, scope 12 and I run
Diamonds on me like minerals
Keep when I open for it’s wintercoat
Wintertime I keep shit original, you niggas look and sound identical
I don’t wanna do no interviews, I just wanna run up decimals
I been sayin’ what I was finna do, I’m Buzz Lightyears ahead of you
Now I gotta shine on ’em, winter bitch it ain’t no autumn
I got yoga fire, no Dhalsim
Brucey told me get ’em so I got ’em
I ain’t slippin’, I ain’t fallin’
I’m the champ Seth Rollins, D Russel how I’m ballin’
The NBA keep callin’
Stay ten toes down, you wouldn’t last in my shoes though
I’m a dog, no Cujo, your girl call me Papi Chulo
I don’t even like to rap, almost went back to the trap
My brother told me not to risk it, I thought about it and I listened
Started singin’ for the bitches ’cause I don’t fuck with none of these niggas
I don’t really make no friendships, stay to myself and I kick shit
Word around town Wintertime the new Bobby Brown
And I’m pullin’ up from way downtown, think I’m Like Mike Lil’ Bow Wow
And you never catch me divin’ in the crowd
Fuck rollin’ loud, I was rollin’ loud
Wintertime the general, no Colin Powell
And for all the real ones I’ma hold it down
Posted up smokin’ up the pound, them hoes hated now they on me now
Run a bag like I’m Ronnie Brown
Wintertime the GOAT boy wipe me down, ya dig
[Outro]
Wintertime all the time ooh, yeah
Wintertime all the time ooh, swag
Wintertime all the time ooh, ok
Wintertime all the time ooh, aight
Wintertime all the time ooh, I am

Verse Simmonds – Good Girls (Remix) (feat. Young Thug) letras

[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
Good girls just wanna have fun
Need a drink? I’ma pour another up
Need a man? I’ma be what you want

[Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
Good girls just wanna have fun
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
It’s gonna be a long night (show me what you feel like)
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
We gon’ be goin’ all night (all night), baby do whatever feels right

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
And oh, in case you didn’t know, you’re the one I want
Baby you stole the show
Oh, in case you didn’t know, you ain’t goin’ home
‘Cause the good girls, girls, ’cause the good girls, girls

[Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
Good girls just wanna have fun
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up

[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
I just wanna get next to somebody
She just wanna get next to somebody
I just wanna get next to somebody
She just wanna get next to somebody

[Verse 2: Verse Simmonds]
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
Even if it’s only one night, and girl you know we just might, one time
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
Yeah the pleasure’s gon’ be all mine, and we ain’t gotta waste time, no

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
And oh, in case you didn’t know, you’re the one I want
Baby you stole the show
And oh, in case you didn’t know, you ain’t goin’ home
‘Cause the good girls, girls, ’cause the good girls, girls

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I won’t need all night, all night, all night
I’m high off your love, no flight, no flight
When we break up, I swear your lil’ spot I ride by
I really love you and didn’t even try
I buy shots, then I pass ’em to the thots
Them long legs, I tie them bitches in a knot (come here, bitch)
I took that bitch in the bando then found her spot (eat it up)
I whip that dick out like, “Baby suck it or not” (suck it, suck it)
She ride it like an Australian go-kart
I’m takin’ off in that pussy, watch, out the park
She look back like, “Throw them racks and start”
And she said, “I got a bus with bundles of bitches, let’s ride”
She want molly, call my supplier
Feed that lil’ bitch all the dick and
Make her hit a split, man on the flick, man
Baby all I was sayin’ was…

[Chorus: Verse Simmonds + Young Thug]
Good girls just wanna have fun
(Good girls just wanna have fun)
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
(Party all night, oh)
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
(You’re a single lady)
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up
(Buy you a round)
Good girls just wanna have fun
Good girls just wanna have fun
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
We gon’ party all night with it
Swear to God I wanna party all night with it
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
We gon’ throw a couple ones
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up
Baby we gon’ have some fun with it
I swear to God I want some fun with it

[Outro: Usher + Verse Simmonds]
I’m just tryna get next to somebody
I just wanna get next to somebody
She just tryna connect with somebody
She just wanna get next somebody
If you wanna leave with somebody
I just wanna get next to somebody
Come here, baby let me be that somebody

Joyner Lucas – Tapdance letras

[Hook 1]
This that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Nigga, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 1]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain’t none of y’all bastards have hands
Ain’t none of y’all cats are scratching
And y’all move like Action Jackson
And I’m more like Captain Savage
With no black on black [?] madness
Bitch, y’all back on crack like crackheads
With no platinum plaques or passion
But, nigga, fuck all that, I’m a pilot
High up all over your conscience
And drive up all over your ‘partments
And pile up all over your closet
I wind up all over your side bitch
Time’s up, could’ve been in that clock
With my luck, I’ll never be on that hot list
And I never had love for no dry snitch
Okay, I grew up in the projects
You come around and everyone in your pockets
You never gonna really know who they watching
Take everything and they gon’ leave with your wallet
I bet you never gon’ believe that we poppin’
Take a nigga [?] when they starving
You never knew that I’d be in their Top 10
Like, God damn
Hol’ up

[Hook 2]
This that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 2]
Let’s keep it G like “Who knew?”
I’mma get that love and poom-poom
That sucky-sucky, wushu
That gushy-gushy, choo-choo
When I come deep, if I choose to
‘Cause I love beef, and you fufu
Put that lunch meat in my soup, too
Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops
And I told them, “This that new-new”
And all your tracks is boo-boo
Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo
We don’t do platinum FUBU
Better call back-up and move, too
Move soon, or niggas gon move you
Who you? Them dudes is cuckoo
Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice
I got Netflix and Hulu
Hit up your ex-bitch on OoVoo
Tell her get dressed and then move through
Then I get naked as [?]
Record that shit on Google
Upload that shit to YouTube
After I send it to her, I send that shit to you, too

[Hook 3]
Yeah, this that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 3]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain’t none of y’all bastards have hands
Ain’t none of y’all cats are scratching
And y’all move like Action Jackson
But I’m more like Captain Savage
With no black on black [?] madness
Bitch, y’all back on crack like crackheads
Got no platinum plaques or passion
Fuck that shit, I’mma go hard
I’mma go hard, like I’mma go raw
Then we gon see
I told Chi-Money put your money on me
I told Boi-1da, “I wonder how long it’ll take for these rap niggas [?]”
I’mma tell y’all like niggas told me
“Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what’s everything with no peace?”
Fuck the police, hands up in your face
I’m an ice cube with a N.W.A
I don’t like you, and I will fuck up your day
And I heard shit gets real up in L.A
I just hope I make it home by five
Cross my heart, bitch, I hope y’all die
And y’all don’t see shit through both my eyes
Oh, my God, this that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you..
And you..
And you..

Joe Trufant – Party Talk letras

Is this too much for you right now
We can postpone this
If you’ve had enough of me right now
Truth be told everything’s off
I know they treat you so awful
So trapped in this moment tonight
Girl when you know it’s not right
Where is your focus right now
Baby I won’t let you down
I won’t let you down

(HOOK)
Girl you shouldn’t be here anyway
Anyway
You can tell me all
You can tell me all about it
Girl when it’s not so crowded
Girl you shouldn’t be here anyway
You can tell me all about it
Baby you shouldn’t be here anyway
You can tell me all about it
All about it all
Lowkey I hope you don’t get to me
I’ve just been thinking so differently
I just been thinking so differently
Oh you know
We had a thing in days past
I know we talk and you hate that
Everything I’ve been saying is so real
I know you’re running from this life I can feel it
Baby what are you hiding don’t conceal it
I know that this love we have is real
I won’t let you down

(HOOK)
Girl you shouldn’t be here anyway
Anyway
You can tell me all
You can tell me all about it
Girl when it’s not so crowded
Girl you shouldn’t be here anyway
You can tell me all about it
Baby you shouldn’t be here anyway
You can tell me all about it
All about it all

LAURA MENDES – Pillowtalk (Remix) (Zayn Cover) letras

Climb on board
We’ll go slow and high tempo
Light and dark
Hold me hard and mellow

I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me, ‘body but us
Bodies together
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you

So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking you, and fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

Pillow talk
My enemy, my ally
Prisoners
Then we’re free, it’s a thriller

I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me, ‘body but us
Bodies together
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you
I’d love to hold you close, tonight and always
I’d love to wake up next to you

So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking you, and fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise
War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone
Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise
War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone

So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking you, and fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

Don Henley – The Boys Of Summer (Acoustic Version Storytellers Vh1 2000) (Live) letras

Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach.
I feel it in the air,
The summer’s out of reach.
Empty lake, empty streets,
The sun goes down alone.
I’m driving by your house
Don’t know you’re not home.

But I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on, baby.
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone.

I never will forget those nights.
I wonder if it was a dream.
Remember how you made me crazy,
Remember how I made you scream.
I don’t understand what happened to our love.
But, baby, I’m gonna get you back,
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of.

I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun.
I see you walking real slow
And you’re smiling at everyone.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone.

Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac.
A little voice inside my head said:
“Don’t look back, you can never look back.”
I thought I knew what love was.
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever.
I should just let ’em go, but

I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got that top pulled down,
And that radio on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have gone.

I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got that hair slicked back,
And those Wayfarers on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have gone.

Game – Freedom letras

[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin’ my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley trynna find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain’t winnin’, I’m just tryin’ to find the proof
Speakin’ of Proof, I’m ’bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin’ Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin’ out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin’ like
This young nigga be killin’ this shit
Hip-hop is life’s Cîroc I’m ’bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
“Whattup blood? What’s poppin’ my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin'”
Rich Gang
All the time one hunnit
Soo Woo

[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin’ on magnums, taggin’ that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin’ styles, niggas be tracin’
Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with Jayceon
Let’s go

[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Verse 3: Game]
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I’m underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell ’em they rent’s due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around, you act like I ain’t lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I’m into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu
My album like a ‘Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon’ reach ya
Now turn this motherfucker up and blow speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let’s go

[Hook]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden
Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets
Ballin’ on you bitches

[Skit: Kevin Hart]
Ay man, look
You done rocked with my nigga Game
First of all Game, shouts out to you
You put your foot in this album’s ass
Here’s the thing man
This is your public service announcement for free
This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
At the end of the day, man, you can’t be judged
If you a man to God, then be a man to God
If you a nigga from the streets, god damnit, be a nigga from the fucking streets
At the end of the day, you are who you are
God made you for a reason, man
Now I’m not saying go kill nobody
I ain’t saying go smack ya lady in the face
What I’m saying is, be who you think you are, man
Don’t mix that shit up
At the end of the day, look
Am I perfect? No
Do I want to be perfect? No
Does God know I’m not perfect?
Well that’s a fucking question mark, cause here’s the thing man
Cuz I’m praying at the wrong times of the day
That’s weird, and I’ll talk to you about that later
But man bottom line what I’m saying is this dude
Be you do you, can’t nobody judge you but you
And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to
Then fuck it man!
You got one life! Live it!
With that being said
Pray for me

Yoon Mi Rae – Always letras

Geudaereul barabol ttaemyeon modeun ge meomchujyo
Eonjebuteonji nado moreugeyeossjyo

Eoneu nal kkumcheoreom geudae dagawa
Nae mameul heundeuljyo
Unmyeongiran geol naneun neukkyeossjyo

I love you
Deutgo issnayo
Only you
Nuneul gamabwayo.

Barame heutnallyeo on geudae sarang
Whenever, wherever you are
Whenever, wherever you are

Ohohoh love, love, love

Eojjeoda naega neol saranghaesseulkka
Mireonaeryeo haedo nae gaseumi neol arabwasseulkka

I love you
Deutgo issnayo
Only you
Nuneul gamabwayo.
Modeun ge byeonhaedo byeonhaji anha
Neon naui, nan neoui sarang

Geudae jogeum doraondaedo
Dasi nareul seuchyeojinadeorado
Gwaenchanhayo geudael wihae naega yeogi isseulge

I love you
Ijji marayo.
Only you
Nae nunmurui gobaek.

Barame heutnallyeo on geudae sarang
Whenever, wherever you are
Whenever, wherever you are

Foreigner – I Don’t Want To Live Without You letras

I find myself in a strange situation
And I don’t know how
What seemed to be an infatuation
Is so different now
I can’t get by if we’re not together
Ooh can’t you see
Girl, I want you now and forever
Close to me
I’m longing for the time
I’m longing for the day
Hoping that you will promise to be mine
And never go away

I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live without you
I could never live without you
Live without your love

I ask myself but there’s no explanation
For the way I feel
I know I’ve reached the right destination
And I know it’s real

I’m longing for the time
I’m longing for the day
When I’ll be giving you this heart of mine
Believe me when I say

I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live without you
I could never live without you
Live without your love

No I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live without you
I could never live without you
Live without your love

Now I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live without you
I could never be without you
Be without your love

I don’t want to live without you
Live without your love
Live without your love
You see I’m lost without your love

Ooh… oh
Without your love

3 Doors Down – Here Without You letras

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don’t think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams
And tonight it’s only you and me

The miles just keep rollin’
As the people leave their way to say hello
I’ve heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it’s all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me