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6ix9ine – WAKA lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch

Los Unidades – E-Lo lyrics

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When they take with the one hand and with take the other
On the day all the hands go free
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
The suns gonna shine on me

O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to el Rio sol
Saying “oye for real hijo understand
Hands can hurt or heal so”

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to the Rio and flow
Baxabana ogxam baxabana ngenoxoxo
Bexakwe yinuxba xaka

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
All the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Gonna raise up one hand and raise the other
Hurt me outside, inside I’m free
And there’s no enemy
Everyone is my brother
When the truth comes to set me free
And we’re not going to fall in and out with each other
On the day all the hands go free
Then the sun’s gonna shine
And the sun’s gonna shine on me

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And the sun’s gonna shine on me
And I know, one day I know
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
And all hands go free
When all hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me

6ix9ine – KANGA lyrics

M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

6ix9ine – WONDO lyrics

Scott Storch

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Verse: 6ix9ine]
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie
‘Fore you in a tomb, on me
We gon’ bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out
Yeah that’s a blackout, get dragged out and packed out
Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house
We move the packs out, we gon’ blow the mags out

[Bridge: TrifeDrew]
All in, anybody that’ll do it (Hey!)
Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)
All these thotties in the party, I ain’t choosing (Hey!)
I’m off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Outro: TrifeDrew]
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh
DVDs, ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy

The 1975 – thank u, next (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge) Lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank you)
(Next)
(Thank you)
(Next)

[Verse 1]
Thought I’d end up with Sean
But he wasn’t a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I’m so thankful
Wish I could say, “Thank you” to Malcolm
‘Cause he was an angel

[Pre-Chorus]
One taught me love
One taught me patience
One taught me pain
Now, I’m so amazing
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
But that’s not what I see
Look what I got
Look what you taught me
And for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-

[Verse 2]
Spend more time with my friends
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Plus, I met someone else
We havin’ better discussions
I know they say I move on too fast
But this one gon’ last
‘Cause her name is Ari
And I’m so good with that

[Pre-Chorus]
She taught me love
She taught me patience
She handles pain
That shit’s amazing
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
That’s not what I see
Look what I found
Ain’t no need for searching, and for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for-

[Bridge]
One day I’ll walk down the aisle
Holding hands with my mama
I’ll be thanking my dad
‘Cause she grew from the drama
Only wanna do it once, real bad
Forbid something happens
Least this song is a smash

[Pre-Chorus]
Love
Got so much patience
Learned from my pain
And I turned out amazing (Turned out amazing)
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
But that’s not what I see
Look what I’ve found (hey)
Ain’t no need for searching
And for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for-

[Outro]
Aah, aah, aah, aah

Lil Skies – Opps Want Me Dead Lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Du-du-dun-dun-dun, ayy
Du-du-dun-dun-dun, yeah
Ayy

[Chorus]
You can miss me with that fake shit
How you real but writin’ statements?
I’ma change the world, lil’ nigga, I’m not basic
Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it
She know I’m the man, why she in here gettin’ naked?
My gang in the buildin’, we came up from dirty basements
Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement
Take a puff and all my feelings go away, I’m painless
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless

[Verse 1]
Off a addy pill, I’m gon fuck her ’til she brainless
House up in the hills, all of my neighbors are famous
Foreigns in the front, you would think a nigga racing
Crack another blunt, now I’m higher than a spaceship
I ain’t goin’ out bad, I’m destined for greatness
Thought you was my mans, now I see you on some lame shit
Not part of the plan, always knew that you were hatin’
Smoke a ton of grams, I’m in love with bein’ faded
Stand on top of everything, I do, yes, I believe
I set the bar higher, I be workin’ to achieve
There’s not too many people out here doin’ it like me
My town behind my back, I got these kids chasin’ their dreams

[Chorus]
You can miss me with that fake shit
How you real but writin’ statements?
I’ma change the world, lil’ nigga, I’m not basic
Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it
She know I’m the man, why she in here gettin’ naked?
My gang in the buildin’, we came up from dirty basements
Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement
Take a puff and all my feelings go away, I’m painless
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless

[Verse 2]
Where you at? And where you been?
The money changin’ all your friends, now you cavin’ in
Hard to say, not like it hurts, they can’t comprehend
Feel like I been through the worst and they don’t understand
Know they want me in the ground with the dirty sand
But it’s not happenin’
I know you niggas cappin’ when it comes down to this rappin’
My whole life been a savage, never been the one for actin’
Out in Cali, Calabasas, eatin’ sushi with a bad bitch
Run my money up, now I’m livin’ way better
This exclusive drip, I can wear in any weather
Fly like a bird, why they tryna pluck my feathers?
A band on my shoes and 3000 on a sweater

[Chorus]
You can miss me with that fake shit
How you real but writin’ statements?
I’ma change the world, lil’ nigga, I’m not basic
Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it
She know I’m the man, why she in here gettin’ naked?
My gang in the buildin’, we came up from dirty basements
Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement
Take a puff and all my feelings go away, I’m painless
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless

[Outro]
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless
Hi-hit ’em with a stainless

Lin-Manuel Miranda – Trip a Little Light Fantastic Lyrics

Let’s say you’re lost in a park, sure
You can give in to the dark or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me
When you’re alone in your room
Your choices just embrace the gloom
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me

For if you hide under the covers
You might never see the day
But if a spark can start inside your heart
Then you can always find the way
So when life is getting dreary
Just pretend that you’re a leerie
As you trip a little light fantastic with me

[spoken]
“What’s a leerie”
“Why it’s what we lamplighters call ourselves of course. Leeries trip the lights and lead the way!”

Now when you’re stuck in the mist, sure
You can struggle and resist or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me
Now say you’re lost in the crowd, well
You can stamp and scream out loud or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me

And when the fog comes rolling in, just
Keep your feet upon the path
Mustn’t mope and frown or worst lie down
Don’t let it be your epitaph

So when is getting scary, be your own illuminary
Who can shine the light for all the world to see
As you trip a little light fantastic with me

[spoken]
“A leerie loves the edge of night, though dim to him the world looks fright, he’s got the gift of second sight”
“To trip a little light fantastic”
“A leerie’s job to ligth the way”
“To tame the night and make it day”
“We mimic the moon, yes that’s our aim”
“For we’re the keepers of the flame

And if you’re deep inside the tunnel
When there is no end in sight
Well just carry on until the dawn
It’s dark as night before it’s light

As you trip a little light fantastic
Won’t you trip a little light fantastic
Come on, trip a little light fantastic with me

[musical interval]
Oy, oy, oy

[spoken]
You’ve got it, now let’s get you all back home

Now if you’re life is getting foggy
That’s no reason to complain
There’s so much in store, inside the door at 17 Cherry Tree Lane

So when troubles are incessant
Simply be more incandescent
For your light comes with comes with my lifetime guarantee
As you trip a little light fantastic
Won’t you trip a little light fantastic
Come on, trip a little light fantastic with me
Trip a little light fantastic!

Kesha – Your Love Is My Drug (Demo) Lyrics

Maybe I need some rehab or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession, I’m seein’ it in my dreams
I’m lookin’ down every alley, I’m makin’ those desperate calls
I’m stayin’ up all night hopin’, hittin’ my head against the wall

What you got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can’t get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love

Won’t listen to any advice
Mom’s tellin’ me I should think twice
But left to my own devices
I’m addicted, it’s a crisis
My friends think I’ve gone crazy
My judgement’s gettin’ kinda hazy
My steeze is gonna be affected
If I keep it up like a love sick crackhead

What you got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can’t get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love

I don’t care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you’re with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
Hey so I got a question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum
Is my love your drug
Your drug
Huh, your drug
Huh, your drug
Is my love your drug

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love

Hey, hey, so
Your love, your love, your love, your love is my drug
I like your beard

J.I.D – Tiiied Lyrics

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe I’m outta touch and in rush look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you trustin’ me you lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You cane me
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired
Yeah

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
How you gon’ dump me and then leave wit’ my hoodie
And you ain’t comin’ back give me back my hoodie
And now you tryna make a scene at the movies
You really wanna act bitch we at the movies
I want my money back I’m leavin’ for goodie
And I get mad, I don’t even wanna be here
And you get mad ’cause you don’t even wanna leave here
And now it’s bad ’cause we ain’t even seen the previews
And now she mad, takin’ shit to social media
And I just need you to tell me how you feelin’
And I just need you to come at me wit’ real shit
Botherin’ people ’cause we fightin’ in the dark yeah
We ain’t even gotta leave we gon’ still excuse the [?] yeah
Um tears in the bucket to focus
Fightin’ and fuckin’ and tusslin’ and fightin’ and fuckin’
Lovin’, lovin’ unless you lucky
I fuck wit’ you because you real and you beautiful
But still, starin’ at the screen only thinkin’ how I feel
For real
I wanna share my popcorn wit’ you
‘Cause I won’t eat the whole thing
But you still got an issue
And I been tryna sip yo’ drink meet the kid in the middle
But no, boo you, she just goes to the car
Pull up, she drove, didn’t open the door
So cold, outside
And ya boy need a ride
Oh God, it’s really a problem
And I’m so tired of

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe I’m outta touch and in rush look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you trustin’ me you lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You cane me
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired
Yeah
I’m tired baby

[Verse 2: 6lack, 6lack & Ella Mai]
Hey, how you gon’ leave wit’ yo number on my phone bill (Bill)
Look inside yo’ wallet you got one bill (Bill)
Never got a job but you want chill (Chill)
Girl that shit is unreal (Unreal)
I’m feelin’ a little sluggish
You think I’m entertainin’ all the rubbish
It’s a no from me dawg
I guess I gotta let you free fall
Flippin’ through my shit like we in a gym now
I’m talkin’ my shit ’cause I’m off the Hen’ dawg
If I uh
There ain’t nothin’ left to admire
I been listenin’ to Mýa like woah
Don’t you let the love turn to pyro
How you let it drag on, spyro
Goin’ ’em at right hand, spirals
I’m seein’ Z after Z after Z
He, wait who after me, huh (Huh?)
Wait, don’t actually explain it and I don’t wanna know
I’m tired every time I come home
She all alone, it ain’t my fault
I’m livin’ life, she in the dark (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t got no bite, a lot of bark
I clear the room, so we can talk

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe you mighta touchin’ and rushin’ look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you
I’m trustin’ you’ll lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You can’t be
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Tired (Tired)
That makes two of us
I’m a liar (Liar)
Where’s the truth in that?
I can’t figure how you run your mouth
You been so down on your luck, and stuff ain’t lookin’ up you need somethin’ that’s takin’ you higher
Maybe you’re out of touch in a rush
And life been kickin’ your butt, but that ignited your fire
And baby it’s when you’re spillin’ your guts
You don’t trust me, love me
‘Stead he call me a liar
Oh baby you really hate me, you can’t be
You need for somethin’ to say
‘Cause little baby you tired
Tired

[Outro]
Public service announcement
Niggas ain’t shit
(Niggas ain’t shit but a tongue and a dick)
Hey
(Niggas ain’t shit but a) What? (And a dick)
Niggas ain’t shit but a tongue and a dick
Ok
(He ask me where I’m at like I owe him shit)
Period

Queen – Don’t Lose Your Head Lyrics

[Refrain]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
No don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
Hear what I say
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love walks tall

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your heart
Don’t lose your heart
No don’t lose your heart
Don’t lose your heart
Hear what I say
Hear what I say, yeah
Don’t lose your way
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love walks through walls

[Bridge]
Don’t drink and drive my car
Don’t get breathalyzed
Don’t lose your head
If you make it to the top
And you wanna stay alive
Don’t lose your head

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
No, don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
Hear what I say
Hear what I say, yeah
Don’t lose your way, hey
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love conquers all

[Refrain]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

[Outro]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head, yeah
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Young Thug – Far Away Lyrics

[Intro]
Celine glasses
Gucci red flag, ya dig
Uh
Aye let this mother fucka breathe before I even goddamn start you know what i’m saying?
It’s mother fuckin’ dripset
Yeah

[Chorus]
Aye
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Preaching to you like Creflo Dollar, and I like it when we sex oh yeah yeah (aye)
Make them bitches break they neck, yeah watch us
I got ten watches with me, yeah watches
I’m rolling off a jump man over y’all I got money old money, old banks, where I go to yeah
Got the three tone Patek it’s a one of one (huh)
Yeah that’s my son i’m a real one (goddamn)
I’m drinking this dirty, the top autovert yeah, they reading the verdict
Heart hurt me the nurse say
I heard that you raw dog, yeah
You burning the worst sages
I heard that she slobbed all yeah
Now she with your brodie, yeah
That front of the Cover girl
You fucking on all her friends
Your pockets on fat abscess
You fucking, she on your neck
Don’t call her she might go sick
And she got that lock like a pick, and you think this is

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 2]
Choppin down a bitch yeah, like you choppin down a brick yeah
Split with your clique yeah, gonna split it with your clique yeah
Lick a lil clit yeah, gonna kiss a little clit yeah
Kiss her titties don’t kiss her lips, don’t come around with that trick shit
If you see the house i’m in, i’m always like Terry (it’s mine)
Tall bitch and she black like a berry
February birthday, boy you scary (ha)
Draped up in all white like the tooth fairy, yeah (got wings too)
Got a brand new machete, yeah
Stab him up and leave that shit dirty, yeah
I was taught to fight for it if it’s worth it, yeah
And I can’t hang with them boys, they discouraged, yeah
These niggas don’t wanna die
These niggas scared of life (they scared of life)
Catch em’ like they running wild (running wild)
Shoot em’ like hurry’n’die
She did it right, she did it right (ouu she did it right)
She like a Heaven in the sky (angel)
Flood her down with some prizes (flood her with some prizes)
Them the three steps before you wife her

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

6ix9ine – MAMA lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine & Baka Not Nice]
Uh
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
She got Bs, spend some cheese, now they double Ds
Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
Ho thicker (Thicker, thicker), thicker than a fuckin’ Snicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Man, oh my god
She Instagram famous but she can’t keep a job (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy car (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin’ bra (Mmm)
Man, oh my god
She Uber to a nigga with no car (Car car car)
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True’s got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas, to my boy Marcellas
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ, I don’t need advice
Wild nigga life, tell ’em read my rights
Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I was out in Spain rockin’ a Medusa head
I ain’t never have to give a rap producer head
If I do though, I’ma write a book like Supahead
This ain’t wonder that I’m making, this that super bread
Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick fast
Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
Got him cummin’, cummin’, Roger over dispatch
Said my box is the best, he met his match
I got all these bitches wantin’ to be Barbie dolls
Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
Pull-Pull up in that Barbie ‘Rari, finna bury y’all
She threw dirt on my name ended up at her own burial

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, Fif’ is on call
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

Hillsong UNITED – Highlands Lyrics

[Verse 1]
O how high would I climb mountains
If the mountains were where You hide
O how far I’d scale the valleys
If You graced the other side
O how long have I chased rivers
From lowly seas to where they rise
Against the rush of grace descending
From the source of its supply
Cause in the highlands and the heartache
You’re neither more or less inclined
I would search and stop at nothing
You’re just not that hard to find

[Pre-Chorus]
O how far beneath Your glory
Does Your kindness extend the path
From where your feet rest of the sunrise
To where You sweep the sinner’s past

[Chorus]
So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

[Verse 2]
O how high would I climb mountains
If you reserved your heart to the heights
But you carved a river through our lowlands
‘Cross canyons far too deep and wide
O how fast would you come running
If just to shadow me through the night
Trace my steps through all my failures
And walk me out the other side
For who could dare ascend that mountain
That valleyed hill called calvary
But for the One I call Good Shepherd
Who like a lamb was slain for me

[Chorus]
So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

[Bridge]
Whatever I walk through
Wherever I am
Your Name can move mountains
Wherever I stand
And if ever I walk through
The valley of death
I’ll sing through the shadows
My song of ascent

Whatever I walk through
Wherever I am
Your Name can move mountains
Wherever I stand
And if ever I walk through
The valley of death
I’ll sing through the shadows
My song of ascent
My song of ascent

[Verse 3]
From the gravest of all valleys
Come the pastures we call grace
A mighty river flowing upwards
From a deep but empty grave

[Chorus]
So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

Queen – A Kind of Magic Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic
A kind of magic, no way

[Verse 1]
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal
One golden glance of what should be
It’s a kind of magic

One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
It’s a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
It’s a kind of magic

[Pre-Chorus]
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
Is this a kind of magic?
It’s a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done

[Verse 2]
This flame that burns inside of me
I’m hearing secret harmonies
It’s a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time

[Bridge]
It’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic

[Chorus]
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be, will soon be, will soon be done
This is (this is) a kind (a kind) of magic
There can be only one, one, one one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done, done

[Outro]
Magic, it’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic
Magic, magic, magic, magic
Magic, ha-ha-ha-ha, it’s magic
Ha-ha
Yeah, yeah
Whoo
It’s a kind of magic

RiFF RAFF – Batman Freestyle Lyrics

What’s the business hoe?
Freestyle H
Bitch Stop Hating
In ain’t nothing

Popped up two times
Down to ?
Stay showing up in Alabama
Maybe hit the ‘Gram
Freestyle was outstanding
Call my yellow companion
Bitches looking good
Might molest the wood
Three whips through the woods with the ?
I done made my ?
Drank up a tank
Broke them boys off
Automatic car crank
Big dog bank
Two times I’m going to shine
Rise up and shine
I’m going to bump, I’m going to grind
Riding on the north side
Grind through the south
Wood wheel toss
Tooth star house in mouth?
Did in on the south
Did it on the east
Got pants with a crease
Starch down my knees
Got my niece looking good in the preschool
I’m going to do the fool in the damn high school
On top of the roof
Blowing on a KOOL
I’m a two timer
I done came down watch my car with the primer
Maybe with the candy
Hoes can’t stand me
Screens down watching Bambi
Watching what? Brandi
That’s Moesha
Back in high school fucked a teacher on the bleacher
I done drunk white
I done drunk stereo
I’m going to three wheel with the boy what? Mario
Mario Andretti no ?
Put a band-aid on your face like Nelly
R Kelly, I’m going to piss on the scene
I done drunk lean
Codeine fiend
I be on the damn scene
I be looking good when I swang through the piece
Let the boys know I done ate a piece of pizza
With the bitch Mona Lisa
Call up Julius Ceasar
That’s what I did
After ? Eishenhower
Im going to come down
Throw you off a water tower
What you going to do?
Brain done expanded
Rims are gigantic
Where that boy Danny
Danny what? Taylor
Danny what? Hawk
I done three wheeled with that boy Marshall Faulk
I’m going to go blind
Because of my diamonds
Broke a ?
Just 529ing
That’s what I’m doing
I done popped my trunk and three wheeled through ancient ruins
What you going to do?
Leave you at an angle
I’m going to come down like a damn Kurt Angle
In Bermuda Triangle, I done got lost
Pop me an X pill
Wood wheel toss
Laws pull me over
I ain’t even sober
I done three wheeled through the Clover
With the boy Lil Flip
Diamonds on my lip
I ain’t going to trip
I ain’t going to hate
I done came down with ice caused frost bite
I done caused a storm
In Desert Storm
When I swung my charm
Set off car alarms
It was with Saddam
Saddam Hussein
Broke them boys off
Let the fifth hang, swang
Let it swang ?
Probably was surprised
With infrareds in your eyes
Maybe if you blew
Grab your visine
Starch down clean
Riff Raff looking mean
Looking like a pitbull
Maybe blue nose
I’m going to pop trunk on
Fucking Pluto

Rita Ora – Cashmere lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

City lights, blurry face
Been missing the feeling, the mistakes
Took a walk, fast pace
Shoes off, only four blocks to your place

[Pre Chorus 1]
Had to climb through the window ’cause you lost your key
Getting high with the lights low, had a few more drinks
And the next thing we know, your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me

Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It’s the colour red, how could I forget?
Cashmere, last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I’d see you again
So what if I did it on purpose?
So what? Yeah I did it on purpose
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
I knew when I left I’d see you again

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Left a mark on my neck
But I don’t mind and I don’t try to hide it
You woke me up on your chest
And tonight let’s do it all again

[Pre Chorus 2]
We’ll climb through the window, you can lose your key
Getting high with the lights low, had a few more drinks
And the next thing we know, your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me

Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It’s the colour red, how could I forget?
Cashmere, last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I’d see you again
So what if I did it on purpose?
So what? Yeah I did it on purpose
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
I knew when I left I’d see you again

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (cashmere), yeah (cashmere), yeah

Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It’s the colour red, how could I forget?
Cashmere (cashmere), last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I’d see you again

Key Glock – Once Upon a Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Glock
Big Glock
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy
Glizzock, the fuck?

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 1]
Carbon on me, yeah (One-five), choppers over here (Yeah)
Ice my neck and ear (Ice), yeah, my shit is clear (VS)
Flexin’ with no gym (Flexin’), I’m ballin’, broke the rim (Ball)
I can’t show no simp (No), never been a wimp
Big rings like a pimp (Pimp), all this money make me limp (Yeah)
I got all this drip, you niggas ain’t nothin’ but shrimp, yeah (Shrimp)
Pour it then I sip, now I’m higher than a blimp, yeah (Mud)
Roll another spliff, fire it up and take a hit, yeah (Hah)
Bust down my Rollie and I went and bought somethin’ fast
And I keep my rocket on me, yeah, you know that I’ma blast
Now I don’t mean to brag but I got a big bag (I do)
If a nigga make me mad, get to clappin’ like congrats

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 2]
Young niggas on go, got ’em goin’ loco (Crazy, brazy)
In my Benz with your ho, and we chillin’ smokin’ dope (Your lady)
Then she say your boy is dope, had to give that bitch a dose (Smash)
Knock her down like dominos, hit her and tell her, “Vamanos,” ho
Let’s go, bitch gotta roll (Gone)
Sticks at my shows, Gucci kicks, what are those?
Foreign shit on my toes, designered down to the floor
Hundreds got my pockets swole, forty on me, yeah you know (Glock)

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Rita Ora – Hell of a Life Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Black days
No headlights on the freeway
F*** everything and run, run, run
It’s just a shot away
So blurry
Why is everybody worried?
‘Cause I’m just having fun, fun, fun
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night (For a night)
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life

[Verse 2]
Dreamer
Or maybe I’m a make-believer
Or a fighter in the stone cold war
Against the colour grey
It gets heavy
Tryna take it slow and steady
Oh, I can’t use your quick fix, a hit
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

[Bridge]
Naked and unafraid
Washin’ it all away
Come pick me up
(Oh, what you waiting for?)
Burnin’ another day
Wasted and feeling great
Come get me now
(Oh, what you waiting for?)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

[Outro]
La-da, da-da, la-da
It’s a hell of a life
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da (Ayo)
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life

Key Glock – Bottom of the Pot Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the band play
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin’, “Whoa” (Whoa)
They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin’, lookin’ like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I’ma get it, get it in, go get some more

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Verse 2]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock, yeah
Gettin’ throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin’ cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR
Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain’t the same, my boy
Playin’ in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil’ bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin’, better check the score, I’m the on these hoes adore

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Outro]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock
Nah, bitch, that’s Glock, nah, bitch, that’s Glock

Key Glock – Maybach Lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin’ shit, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

Key Glock – Since 6ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherfuckin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherfuckin’ blues (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)

[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Empire Cast – Why Not Lyrics

[Intro: Hakeem]
You know who it is, man
The young prince

[Verse 1: Hakeem]
OK, crown got my name on it
Bow to the royal prince
Started in the game, and right now I’m going to finish it
Down, but not limited
Pain is my benefit
When you take the Lyon out the jungle, that is what you get
Rockstar, top charted
Aim and shoot, yeah, this money my target
Been around the globe
Everything I hold, turn it into gold
Watch me shine, watch me grow

[Pre-Chorus: Devon & (Hakeem)]
Come and ride with the [?] (ride)
Boy, you better get up on your dragon
All that cuffing, gotta do it from the side, yeah
Just make sure you don’t cross the line when I slide, yeah

[Chorus: Devon & Hakeem]
I put it on the line, every dollar, every dime
Why not?
I made it through the fire, came out on the other side
Shout out to my enemies, notice that they into me
Keep that same energy, wondering why I’m winning?
Hey!
Why not?
Hey!
Why not?
Oooh, ooh, ooh (Yo! Bounce!)
Stop it, no you can’t stop it, you know I’m poppin’
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Options, no other options, I gotta pop it

[Verse 2: Hakeem & Scotty Tovar]
All this time, I thought falling was breaking
But I was mistaken
I dig that, out of the ashes
The star in the making
I’m thriving, steady surviving while y’all just getting by
Don’t need the money to fake it to make it, ’cause the money never lies
Never lie
All these blessings, let me testify (Hallelujah)
All these doors that open up, prefer ’em suicide

[Pre-Chorus: Devon]
It’s a celebration
Come and join the conversation
Yeah, you know the reputation
So, baby, don’t ever play yourself
[Chorus: Devon & Hakeem]
I put it on the line, every dollar, every dime
Why not?
I made it through the fire, came out on the other side
Shout out to my enemies, notice that they into me
Keep that same energy, wondering why I’m winning?
Hey!
Why not?
Hey!
Why not?
Oooh, ooh, ooh (Yo! Bounce!)
Stop it, no you can’t stop it, you know I’m poppin’
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Options, no other options, I gotta pop this

Rita Ora – First Time High lyrics

Midnight by a fire on the beach
At the end of my best friend’s street
In the woods hiding behind the tree
It was love, at least I thought it was
After school in the parking lot
At a party after taking some shots
In the place where we might get caught
It was love, or something from above

I never thought I could feel the way that it used to feel
Yeah, until you proved me wrong

You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya

At the mall in the dressing room
On the door, lying under the moon
Backseat of your mum’s Malibu
It was love, at least I thought it was

I never thought I could feel the way that it used to feel
Yeah, until you proved me wrong

You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya

After school in the parking lot
At a party after taking some shots
In the place where we might get caught
It was love

You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya

Ahh, ahh, ahh
Lemme get high on ya
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah
Lemme get high on ya

Rita Ora – Keep Talking Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
You can say what you want
You can like me or not
Give it all that you got
Keep talking
Know what you whisper about
From the side of your mouth
Let it keep coming out
Keep talking

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
But I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
I’ll take the high road all the way home
I’ll take the higher, higher-igher, high road
All the way home, all the way home

[Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
There’s nothing you can make me feel
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep talking

[Post-Chorus: Rita Ora & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

[Verse 2: Rita Ora]
You can roll it on out
I could roll it right back
And embellish the facts
I promise

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
But I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
I’ll take the high road all the way home
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
All the way home, all the way home

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
There’s nothing you can make me feel
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep talking

[Post-Chorus: Julia Michaels & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

[Bridge: Rita Ora]
Ooh, ooh, always your second hand news
Yeah, you got more lies than truth
Don’t know what you’re trying, what you’re trying to do, ooh

[Chorus: Rita Ora, Julia Michaels & Both]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself (Said to myself)
There’s nothing you can make me feel (Make me feel)
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me (Say to me)
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep, keep, keep talking

[Post-Chorus: Rita Ora, Julia Michaels & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

Rita Ora – New Look Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
See, it’s not that I don’t trust you
I just wanna know every place that you go
Everyone that you know
Everything that you do
Every single move you make
And I ain’t tryna play a victim
But I got my suspicions
Say you’re alone
I can hear on the phone someone else in the back
What she doing? What she asking?

[Pre-Chorus]
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down?
Who ya gonna love when I’m not around?

[Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now

[Verse 2]
See, it’s not that I’m a psycho
We both know it isn’t my fault
You were the one who was out having fun
I’ve been out on my grind
I’ve been working all the time, yeah
And I ain’t tryna play a victim
But I got my suspicions
Say you’re alone
But if you ain’t alone
You should say to me now
I ain’t gonna stick around, say

[Pre-Chorus]
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down?
Who ya gonna love when I’m not around?

[Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Right now, right now
If you find a new look now
(Right now, right now)
If you find a new look now

[Bridge]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
If you want, oh, if you want
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down?
Who ya gonna love when I’m not around?

[Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Right now, right now
If you find a new look now
(Right now, right now)
If you find a new look now

Clean Bandit – Fresh Lyrics

[Verse 1]
See you shining in the stars
Can you come and read my palm?
Be prepared like lion king
I’ll ask, have you see me sing
Now I cannot speak the same
Even scared to call your name
With the silence, won’t complain

[Chorus 1]
Cause of you girl
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, cause of you girl
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, cause of you girl
You girl

[Verse 2]
If you had me from the start
And my beat goes through your heart
I’ll just keep on chasing you
April, springtime, even June
Keep those tomboys back in line
Flyer than them all combined
Move your hand up to my chest
Feel my heart beat through my vest

[Chorus 2]
It goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
My heart goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum

[Verse 3]
Every time I catch your eye
Or the sparkle of your smile
You are quick to change the tune
Sexy girl you leave the room
But I’ve got you in my glare
Just like DAX I’m in your hair
Come on now just watch my shoes
As I shuffle close to you

[Chorus 3]
It goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
My heart goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum

[Bridge]
Tell me who’s the greatest
(La la la la lah lah)
Tell me who’s the latest
(La la la la lah lah)
I’m holding on your breath
Because you are so fresh
Tell me who’s the greatest
(La la la la lah lah)
And tell me I’m the latest
(La la la la lah lah)
I’m holding on your breath
Cause to me you are so fresh

[Chorus 4]
But you don’t think I’m fresh
But I don’t see who is left
Like a winner in the bed
Always knowing I’m the greatest
Still, you don’t think I’m fresh
You’ve been saying to your friends
But forget all other men
They just go cause I’m the greatest
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, we’re the greatest
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh

Kelly Rowland – Kelly lyrics

My skin is my cape, huh
My black is my bitch, huh
Natural face, huh
That’s how I wake up
No love for the fake ones
You get what you give, huh
Bills, bills, bills, been spent
Kelendria rich, huh?

Sa-saucy on ice, but this shit is sweet
Go another side, that you never seen
Ice on my (?), you watching me
I talk to God, my minutes are free (free)

Two double g’s, two double g
Cross the wall through [?]
Lil shit back then, I let that slide, ain’t get by me
All they trying to get is a act from me
And it’s all for the reach
Back-back up off of me, back up off of me
Rose petals at my feet

Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga

Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Cop that bag if it’s designer
I’m so rich that I ain’t buy it
Don’t get tired, I’m too wired
Light it up and get inspired
All my business, keep it private
You know bosses move in silence
And I ride it like it’s stolen
‘Cuz my name is Kelly Rowland, ah

Everyday I meet the quota
Bitch I really thought it was over
I’ll always be around, thought I told you
Back up off of me, back up off of me
Forget [?]

Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga

Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly