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Meek Mill – Going Bad Lyrics

[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G

[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home, smokin’ legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin’ on diesel, dawg
Playin’ with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn’t lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin’ like they know me, dawg
Don’t just say you’re down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It’s empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain’t nothin’, I’m just bein’ friendly, dawg

[Chorus: Drake]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg’s place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it’s all shade
Still goin’ bad on you anyway

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it’s gettin’ scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin’ with my opps, just don’t come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That’s a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I’m in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain’t a neighborhood in Philly that I can’t go (That’s a Fendi)
For real
She said, “Oh, you rich rich?” (“You rich rich”)
Bitch, I graduated, call me “Big Fish” (Ballin’)
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That’s Laurie)
That’s the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I’ve been had my way out here, yeah, know that’s facts (Facts)
You ain’t livin’ that shit you say, yeah, we know that’s cap (That’s cap)
You ain’t got to ask me when you see me, know I’m strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin’ plat’ (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Drake]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

Meek Mill – On Me Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, reportin’ live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I’ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon’ strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Three bad bitches, fuckin’ on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I’m on my roll
Fuckin’ them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon’ get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil’ ‘caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don’t tick-tock, no
We got them birds in a drought
I caught a plaque and they hittin’ it raw
This life I’m living be trippin’ me out ’cause I just let a famous bitch spit in my mouth (Ew)
I’ma buy a bird for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I’ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that shit
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that’s with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your’s out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I been hard workin’ and humble
Believe me, I’ve heard of the mumble (Look)
I’m just gon’ leave it alone (Yeah)
‘Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I’m at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not fuck with your kind, no
I do not fuck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain’t really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
‘Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin’ out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Bridge: Distorted, Meek Mill and Cardi B]
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an’ switch sides

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

Meek Mill – Respect the Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yah
Big bag, got ’em big mad
A nigga gettin’ to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin’ out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I’m gettin’ money, I don’t get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin’ down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it’s champagne showers when we poppin’ the champ’, ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can’t be us ’cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain’t get it back
That’s why I’m humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don’t chase hoes ’cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin’ bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin’ her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin’ to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I’m talkin’ under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don’t feed your wolves they gon’ put you on the menu
That’s why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we’d cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts

[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin’ you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin’
‘Cause when it’s all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon’ treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

[Verse 2]
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil’ chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin’ yourself, I know you got a lil’ lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin’ you over
That ain’t real money
That’s bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin’ home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could’ve put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I’m just ahead of my class
I’m that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin’ good, but I’m ready for bad
And you won’t never catch me frontin’ ’cause I’m used to bein’ second to last
Respect the game

[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin’ you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin’
‘Cause when it’s all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon’ treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Meek Mill – Splash Warning Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Okay, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Woo-woo-woo
Ayy-ayy, ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Future]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had the feds around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her

[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my knapsack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that’s a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain’t cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I’m Nipsey
My bitch look like NuNu

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Tons money on his head ’cause we, ’cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain’t see what’s the total
Heard he’s on her crew, we gon’ splash when they roll up

[Chorus: Future]
In that new Shahpar, ooh-ooh
That’s a car, ooh-ooh
Money, money, ah-ooh-ooh
Big boss, ooh-ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don’t tick tock, hoo-hoo
Splash warning, hoo-hoo, ooh-ooh
I be cookin’ coco out the pot, pot, yeah-yeah
I just gave away my lil thot, thot, yeah-yeah
I just skrrt off in a robot, yeah-yeah
Pushed one button, the top go in the trunk, uh-huh, uh-huh

Meek Mill – Stuck in My Ways Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don’t want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I’m in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, start popping them bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
And puttin’ these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin’ amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 2]
I don’t got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin’ chaser, I’ma fuck her later
But I really can’t make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin’ that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 3]
Ain’t no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin’ me? (Tellin’ me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Really got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Meek Mill – Tic Tac Toe Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It’s a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil’ fish, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
‘Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin’ too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain’t no stopping me
Talk on the ‘net, don’t apply to me
I can’t be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon’ slide for me
All that talk, that’s cap, nigga
Y’all be soundin’ like cops to me
Layin’ on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain’t no robbin’ me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don’t wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can’t fuck with these niggas (Fuck ’em)
But I still send ’em my love (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta trap no more (No)
I’ma just give ’em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I’m not cuffin’ these thots (No)
You ain’t gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have ’em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin’ back to back, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin’ my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin’ that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin’ her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin’ to say
See ’em, it’s nothin’ to talk about (Nothin’)
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin’ smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer ’cause honestly I’ve just been makin’ ’em hot (Yeah)
I’m not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it’s on sight, see me, he ain’t do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I’m doin’ her dirty (Dirty)
Don’t even know what I’m in it for (I don’t)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I’m fuckin’ her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin’ to get to first place (First place)
We don’t pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

Meek Mill – Trauma Lyrics

[Sample]
Used to be a dreamer
Dreamin’ of a fire

[Verse 1]
Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d see me in Yale
It’s fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my judge black don’t wanna see me do well
It’s either that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years like, “Fuck your life, meet me in hell”
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin’ us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called “real niggas” sweeping up for cupcakes
And that’s your phone time, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don’t let them streets get a hold of ’em
Your daughter fuckin’ now, it’s gon be a cold summer
Your son trapping now and your homie giving nose to him
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin’ holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain’t finna give no parole to ya
They want blood, we all hangin’ with a noose on our neck
Marcelli mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won’t make it to the wake unless he give ’em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect?

[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him just freeze
Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That’s what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
They told Kaep’ stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon’ fall for something
And in the 60’s, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed
But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled

[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

[Verse 3]
How many times you send me to jail to know that I won’t fail
Invisible shackles on the king, ’cause shit, I’m on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I’m on sale
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it’s like they telling you they not equal
11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I’m on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that’s a maybe
Trauma

[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

Led Zeppelin – Poor Tom Lyrics

[Intro]
Here’s a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what was going on
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

[Verse 1]
Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreaming of the day
He could turn and say

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, work is done
Been lazing out in the noonday sun
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

[Verse 2]
His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she would play
When Tom was out of town
She could not keep her dress down

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what was going on
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

[Verse 3]
And so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her running around

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Gotta die for what you have done
All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?

[Outro]
But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

Hey
Keep-a truckin’
Keep-a truckin’
Hey

Eminem – Kick Off Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem & Royce Da 5’9″]
I’ve always looked at battle rap as competition or war, and the main objective is to destroy, completely fucking obliterate your opponent by saying anything and everything, whatever the fuck you can, to get a reaction from the crowd. So nothing’s off limits
I need you to spit that lyrical miracle… in the swimming pool

[Verse 1]
Before this kicks off, let me set my balls in this tees
‘Cause I’m dottin’ i’s every time I cross one of these
There’s not a redeeming quality at all in me
It’s impossible, seems like an implausible dream
Positive clean thoughts intervene
But they’re all either altered and mean
Assault and demean, tossed and they’re being lost in the scheme
Squashed in-between a brainwashing machine
Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical
Suicide bomber that’s seeing
Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening
And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving
Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region
I’m not gonna finish that, for obvious reasons
But bring your dogs, I’ma muzzle ’em
I’m not Middle Eastern but I’ll make a bitch Raqqa hijab
And at least a extra large in the T-shirt
Headscarf and a piece of tarp underneath the carpet, hasta la vista
I go Hamas on the beats to a paradox on the beach
And a pair of crotchless underwear on a terrorist watch list
Gettin’ head in the sand like an embarrassed ostrich
Professional shit sprayer
Bitch watch who you talkin’ to, like Apple wristwear
Endangered species in this ABC shit a bit scarce
Prey’s decreasing, I face extinction like disc players
Told this chick she’s hot as Jada Pinkett
And just stared ’til I made her think it
Said, “Maybe we should just get married.”
She’s facing me, I placed my feet with my hips square
Tell her, “Turn around,” spread her legs for me, then I hit bare
Leave her stretched out like a baby T-shirt on Ric Flair
As I ripped her, anal beads in a split rear
Spray Febreze in the chick’s hair
Make her wheeze tryna get air
I played for keeps, there’s no escaping me, I have a bitch scared
And chained to me, and throw away the key
And she’ll be so afraid to leave
That even if she ends up breaking free she’ll just sit there
Tryin’ to scrape up enough courage and strength to get up
It’s impossible like rapin’ a slut
We stay butt-naked and fuck
You’re close, wait for you, what?
My idea, you comin’ too, it’s waking you up
With smelling salts after I Quaalude your cup
That’ll straighten you up if you try to stray like a pup
Hate to get bogged down in details
But bitch, I’m like the dog pound with females
My brain is corrupt, real life, Hillside Strangler
I strangle a skank’s neck ’til it’s triangular
Shape but it’s upside down, and my mouth ain’t gonna shut
And mention me in your raps if it makes you a buck
Or helps you rake in the duckets, I want payment in pub
‘Cause I ain’t tryna get in your bars like I’m waiting the club
But if you put me in your lines, I’m takin’ a cut

[Verse 2]
Get a million writers inside of a room combined in it
Try to get every idea of every possible line to spit
Every punchline, every combination that rhymes with it
Bitch, a whole team can’t see me, there’s no i’s in it
Head so big, I shot myself ten times in it
Tryna commit suicide in it, took five minutes
And I survived this shit
Someone’s gonna challenge me, who?
Battle me and win, that’s a fucking fallacy too
You name one motherfucker in this galaxy, *spits*, reality
You fantasy, rally your troops, try to boost the morale
Only time I start a movement’s a bowel
I can’t even give a “yeah” or a “woo” when you rap in the booth
Not even a “nah” or a “boo”
‘Cause even though I’m allergic to the crap that you spew
When I’m ’bout to break out, I don’t mean get a rash from it too
‘Cause when I say I have allergies, I actually do
But that’s just an analogy, I’ve never had a reaction to you

[Verse 3]
Creature from the Black Lagoon
I reach up and I smack the moon
You’re grief struck that I’m back so soon
Your teacher for this afternoon
Creep up with a pack of hoodlums
We pack a punch like Capri Sun
Heat tucked like we each snuck in a submachine gun
We stuck in a submarine bun, with a bag of shrooms
Cup of lean up in the padded room
Justin Bieber in a Catholic school
Selling dust and reefer when your back is to him
Don’t adjust your speaker
I’ll cuss the stripes off of a fuckin’ zebra when I’m at the zoo
Huffin’ cleaner ’til I gag from fumes
Fuck Christina with a plastic spoon
While I bump some G-Funk and blast some Snoop
‘Cause her double g-cups are massive, huge!
It’s fun for me just to grab a boob
Plus my penis got an attitude
My fuckin’ Weiner’s in a combative mood
Come and suck a mean one like it’s mad at you
I speak tongue and cheek, what you asslicks do
‘Cause you love to eat butt, it’s sad but true

[Verse 4]
I just sprung a leak suddenly
What I think in my gut instinct become in sync
My thoughts and my stomach link up with each other
Ink touches the pad, then boom!
Since the day Dre gave me beats, I was made elite
That’s basically what makes me me
Creating stink, ’til these tats are fading ink
Who’s the greatest? Think we’re still debating, wink
ADD, and better put out an APB
‘Cause it’ll take LAPD and me layin’ in the street
For you to see Shady beat
And I’ll bet ya they’d need cleats
‘Cause I’d have to be stomped by forty men to suffer a defeat
I pray please Jesus to make me decent
Inhaling the main ingredient of pain relievers, and saline
I take three Aleves, tryna break these fevers, I’m ailing
I stay free of divas and ladies screamin’
‘Cause they keep schemin’ on me
Vading keepin’ the women at bay
Like Laci Peterson, baby fetuses
Legs and feet have been weighted, chained in semen
It’s straight demon—and wait!
Even if it takes meat cleavers to make believers
Mistake-free schemes are enablin’ me to remain deviant
Breakbeat, eat her like steak meat
Emcees take seats like AMC theaters
Deranged ringleader, depraved king
Who mainstream media hates
Which makes things easier, still under scrutiny
Villainous smooth criminal, livin’ room
With the nude Reese Witherspoon
Who was bruised, beat with a broom
It’s in two pieces, and lays deceased in it
Bit with a chewed leash, and his chain-link leapin’ it
Live in the booth, shave, eat, bathe, drink, sleep in it
R-A-P bleed the shit, still and I poop, pee it
It’s a spillage, a sewage leak, waste deep feces
The syllables ooze fecal, they feel like renewed leases
‘Cause my brain releases ’em

[Verse 5]
Like waste excretion, it’s simultaneously
As I’m givin’ these fools grief, they’re feelin’ the blues
‘Cause even if stealin’ my shoes, thieves
Just to fill ’em’s a huge feat
A hill and it’s too steep
Obey these demons, we’re still in cahoots
Keep feedin’ me blank sheets
As soon as I sink these teeth
And I’m killin’ the loose leaf
Time to shake these trees again
Wait, make that phrase repeat again
Killin’ the loose leaf, shake these trees again
Get the rake, but it ain’t me leavin’ ’em

[Verse 6]
Vicodins, new prints, I bite them and chew them
The whites and the blues mixed with nitrus balloons
And I like to sniff gluesticks, put Ricin on toothpicks
On the mic I’m just ruthless, a crisis, a nuisance
Who I influence I give two shits
If they wanna license my music to entice with
Then use the shit like it’s the blueprint for ISIS recruitment

[Verse 7]
Excuse me while I stare into space for a few
In a daze or haze, glazed over, crazed warp loon
Mental cased off, always had a straight-forward view
But you bozos keep givin’ the flamethrower fuel
No one’s ever sank lower, shrewd, and way more rude
Beast-mode like a lawn-mower blade rolled thru it
And this has little to do with bein’ gay, boy
It’s just where the wordplay’s goin’
But ain’t much I can say or do
‘Cause ain’t no excuse, the way I go at you {censored}
You say I’m always screw-faced
So if I look your way, you’re screwed
‘Cause if looks could kill, I could start a hate-war too
‘Cause I’d murder you straight bitches by turnin’ the gaze on you

[Verse 8]
Let’s take it back before the tightly-worn pants
To the Nike, Jordan, hats
The stripe Lee’s, Jordache, and the white tees
Lightning storms might be formed fast
Such a frightening forecast!
But when you’re slightly hoarse, rasp
From the cyphering or-gasp, but still reciting your raps
While you’re tightening your grasp around the mic ’cause you done shitted on it so much, you’re always reminded of your past
‘Cause your heiny’s sore, that’s
‘Cause you still haven’t finished fuckin’ wiping your ass
From the night before last
No good, but rap somethin’ I’m too-good-for-my-own-good at
Fuck adulthood, I’m a grown-up brat
Where your cojones at? Mine are always being rode, in fact:
They’re frozen, you ever seen a cul-de-sac?
So big they fell out my scrotum, I just sowed ’em back

[Verse 9]
Dick so long, need a shoulder-strap
For that, gotta unroll it and fold it back
So difficult to wrap in the pro-filactic, it overlaps it
So I pack a Trojan so fat, when I lay it flat it’s like a yoga mat
Make a bitch think she’s in aerobics class
The bear you don’t wanna poke its back
The backbone of rap, your fuckin’ lead singles are my bonus tracks
When I appear, my peers stop
Hearts fall in their stomach, their spirits drop
Careers flop, their gears lock, severe shock
Fear at the mere thought
Lyrics are top-tier, I’m so high at the top
I’m in the sky when I talk
Bitch, I’m so fly when I walk, my ears pop

[Outro]
Oh, and I’m just playin’ ladies, you know I love you
I got a idea for a line

Keri Hilson – The Way You F*** Me Lyrics

[Intro: Keri Hilson]
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
(Boys..)

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ah!)

[Verse 1: Keri Hilson]
Ooh, ahh, baby don’t stop
You know how I like it daddy when you hit the spot
Ooh, ahh, baby don’t stop
Imma take control when I climb up on top
I can take that shit boy, switch your position
Yeah, you’re goin’ hard, baby like you on a mission
Now I can Superman – love, or addiction
You can, you can come, fill your prescription

[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda lovin’ that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (fuck me)
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)

[Verse 2: Keri Hilson]
Boy, I got that magic, raise your wand, I’ll be your wiz
I know your Ex Miss wasn’t hittin’ like this
Do me gentle, don’t be rough until I say so
You know I will be grippin’ tighter than your bankroll
They say I’m the best, yeah the best
Now you want me in the worst way
Ooey, it’s so juicy
Boy, I hope you come first place
So good, I make ya think the bed is my workplace
You can’t overwork me, baby don’t hurt me

[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda lovin’ that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (fuck me)
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets
Yeah, it’s me – just where you wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)

[Instrumental]

[Hook: Keri Hilson]
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy
Love me, love me – it’s the way you love me
Touch me, touch me – it’s the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me – it’s the way you fuck me
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
The way you love me baby, you got me goin’ crazy
You got me goin’ crazy, you got me goin’ crazy (ow!)

[Outro: Keri Hilson]
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ (go!)

Alessia Cara – 7 Days Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If there’s a God
Do you think he’s looking down, curled up on his couch right now?
As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound?
Is he proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let’s pretend they’re fascinating
Let’s tell little girls that pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re in some trouble
Mr. Maker, don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created could make for some good TV

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

[Verse 2]
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess?
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe it’s a test, maybe he’s upset by the loose ends
Stressed like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. G to me?
I hope that through the static, you’ll show us the clarity
‘Cause it’s hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you’re praying for us ‘fore you go to sleep
Do you sleep in peace?

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause we’re in some trouble
Mr. Maker, but don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created has made for damn good TV

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

[Bridge]
Don’t touch the remote, we’ll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain’t showbiz
Reality’s potent, chaotic, I know it
But we’re growing, have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave up?

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days
Yeah, oh, oh

Alessia Cara – I Don’t Want To Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You went and turned the red flag white, darling, and you waved it
You’ve always had a way with words
Why can’t you explain it then?
I see your face in everyone, baby, and I hate it
Who would have ever thought I’d have to erase it? Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
Every little thing is reminding me of you
Yes, I’ll set fire to my whole room (Ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you?
And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

[Verse 2]
I double take at every phone that rings out of habit
I can’t shake the little things, they’re harder to manage, woah
I can’t bury the past, but I’ll bury the hatchet
Can we just pretend that this never happened? Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Every little thing is reminding me of you
Guess I’ll set fire to my whole room (Ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you?
And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

[Bridge]
So what are you doing tonight?
‘Cause I miss you and I, and I can’t even lie, I need you
I could get on a flight, I could make up the time
I know I’m out of line, can I see you?

[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you?
And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?
Baby, how do I let you go if I don’t want to?
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

Alessia Cara – My Kind Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Do you recall the days at your old place?
Playing with Troll dolls to scare the kids away
My closet was a time machine, yours a stage
I wish we told those little girls they’re gonna be okay
Still picture it all in my mind
Making the campfire out of broken flashlights
Jealous of your high tops ’cause someone stole mine
Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright

[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget

[Verse 2]
Do you remember all the cartoons at midnight?
Like the one about the crass-humoured French guy
And what about you, Mr. Poetry?
And what about all that we built in just a couple weeks?
Talkin’ ’bout all of our fears through a cracked screen
Picking little fights over falling asleep
I wish you knew I loved you when you knew you loved me
Really wish I knew you sooner than my 20s

[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget

[Bridge]
I’m a product of the who’s, when’s, and how’s
Those who let go and those who stuck around
I wish somebody would’ve told me I’d be here now
‘Cause this kind of life is one to sing about (Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget

[Outro]
My kind of love you, won’t ever forget
Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright

Alessia Cara – Nintendo Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Choose your weapon, and let’s go
Who’s gonna beat this level?
I speed up, you slow down
Looks like I’m on your tail now
Another round, do we give up?
This is taking longer than Zelda
Hold on, what I meant was
Is it too late to get a 1-up?

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, this is getting too crazy
I don’t have the training
Baby, baby, baby, this love ain’t a game
So we should stop playing

[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody wins
Nobody, nobody wins
But no-, but the game goes on

[Verse 2]
All the trash talk is getting real old
I’d rather try my hand at Rainbow Road
I’m focused, play my next move
But you’re onto me, so it’s no use
It’s a showdown, a game for two
Pick each other’s brains looking for clues
A battle with no objective
Who will be the final one standing?

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, this is getting too crazy
I don’t have the training
Baby, baby, baby, this love ain’t a game
So we should stop playing

[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody wins

[Bridge]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck, ’cause right now nobody’s safe

[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

Chance the Rapper – The Man Who Has Everything Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What to get the man who has everything?
Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring
Tryna eat everything
I was raised, it come across my plate then I better swing
Tryna turn confederate flags into confetti strings
I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline
Heard they got some nice-ass houses out there in Beverly
Never leave where I came from
I just need me some stockings and the chimney they could hang from
Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from
Christmas cards so gorgeous other families wanna frame one
Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard
A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar
Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres
I’m tired of people visitin’, takin’ the elevator
Well, we’ll keep the elevator

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

[Verse 2]
Don’t gifts get re-wrapped?
That shit could get sticky like tree sap
I gave you free raps, that shit sound like free facts
Which is ’bout as common as free Blacks
Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops
Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops
And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot
Please, man, we needin’ some freeze pops
What in the world for the man who has everything?
Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings
Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything
Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring
He never ring

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
That’s all I ask
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

[Verse 3]
That baby is a genius
Don’t teach him ’bout Santa ’til you teach him ’bout Jesus
Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches
I swear it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if you lose all the sauce?
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if it can’t get across?
Lost the cold hard cash, they said, “Damn, that boy soft”
Same niggas lost their souls in a fuckin’ coin toss
I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her
Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup
That shit be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina
But like the Christmas tape there’s things that I gotta get clear
Like my papa ask the same question every year
“What to get for my boy who has everything?”
I said, “I’ll take anything but everything,” you know?

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Charlie Puth – I’m So Hot Lyrics

[Spoken Intro]
Hello, ladies
I may have had to use a pitch bender to make my voice sound lower than it really is
But I just wanted to tell you that.. that

[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside, outside I’m bound to start a forest fire

[Verse 1]
I’m so hot that in cold weather
You’re gonna wanna take off your sweater
No need for hats and gloves
Charlie Puth is gonna warm you up with his love
(Or maybe not)
What the hell’s a fireplace?
(Who knows?)
If you’re chilly you will really want me in your face
(Hello there!)
Fishes were cold-blooded at one time
But that all changed when I went for a dive

[Pre-Chorus]
Halle Berry and the sun have got nothing on me
I’m a lot like baking cookies except there’s no need to preheat me at three-hundred-fifty
Did I mention that I

[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside I’m bound to start a forest fire

[Verse 2]
“DJ, turn me up”
Is something someone said who is not really hot
In comparison to me, who is dripping with hot
Man, I can’t help you with something that you’re not
(Good God, you’re ugly!)
Sunburned people and polar ice caps
They all hatin’ on me
(They wack!)
But alligators, Jersey Shore Guidos, and photosynthesis
They all got my back, bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
Emma Watson and the microwave ain’t got nothing on me
I’m a lot like baking cookies except there’s no need to preheat me at three-hundred-fifty, oh!
Um, oh yeah

[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside I’m bound to start a forest fire
I am so hot, hot, hot

Clean Bandit – Mama Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Verse 1]
I see my body in a different light, ay ay ay
As if I woke up in a different life, ay ay ay
Feels like I’m walking with my heart on fire
Somebody pass me the water ’cause I’m burning

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a little bit’s turning into a lot
There’s no way I’ll be turning the feeling off
Guess I’m everything that I thought I was not
Tell me, tell me, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this?
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Verse 2]
I’ve never felt so good, I feel so soft, na na na
And now I know myself, I know my spots, na na na
I didn’t know that I could have these thoughts, yeah yeah
Somebody pass me the water ’cause I’m burnin’
¡Qué calor!

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a little bit sooner turned into a lot
There’s no way I’ll be turning the feeling off
Guess I’m everything that I thought I was not
Tell me, tell me, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this?
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Bridge]
Everything I thought I knew about me’s upside down
Everything is changing, but I think I love it now, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this?
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Outro]
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

Earl Sweatshirt – Eclipse Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bear arms
Take no prisoners (Yeah)
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Straight on ’em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
Of my shine that I’ve grown to miss when holding shit in
Open my lids, my eyes said my soul is amiss (Soul is)
The signs say we close to the end (Close)
My mindstate sober, I’m bent
Over the pit, pokin’ the flames
Hopin’ I don’t total my shit, that’s me though
Play the game no cheat code
Had to dish ’em a free throw
Ya mouth runnin’ when you depose (Facts)
Facts, it’s rugged on the peak
Don’t stumble, serve culinary treats, bro (Please)
The herd hungry, gotta eat (Woah)
Why its so muddy in the creek, poet?
Threes foes coming by the fleet (Bro)
Keep low, peace, preach it
Ain’t so sunny by the motherfuckin’ beach
The say so, gonna phone number on the screen (Ah)
Keep low, can’t nobody see me sleep
I make more money on my motherfuckin’ feet
Yeah, uh (Straight on ’em)

[Refrain]
We take no prisoners
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Bear arms)
Take no prisoners
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Straight on ’em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
Of my shine that I’ve grown to miss when holding shit in
Open my lids, my eyes said my soul is amiss (Soul is amiss)
The signs say we close to the end (Close to the end)

Earl Sweatshirt – Ontheway! Lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
These niggas know
Alright, check it out bro, bro, bro, bro
Look
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, shit, uh, yeah

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
My mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would do
What I’m thinking I should do for the sake of myself
No games with this cash, go play with yourself
We stay on your ass
Your sense of safety melt in a flash, bang
Don’t know what I’ma say
Cause I don’t label the bags, I stay in ’em
See you shooting but your angles is trash
Don’t play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pass
Momma say don’t play with them scabs
It’s safe to say I see the reason I’m bleeding out
I need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frown
Two’s a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it’s been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor’s fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G’s felt
All praises due, the juice unattainable
Like Tang in the booth
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Outro: Gio Escobar & Earl Sweatshirt]
I said the dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth (On the way like the truth)
Yeah, clouds grey on the move
On the way with the-

Earl Sweatshirt – Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
My nigga
Keep faith

[Verse]
Peace to every crease on your brain
Peace to who came before me in the game
We givin’ praise and glory to your name, kid
We cellophane your story so it stays
Since birth mama raised and burped me, I ain’t changed
I’m a man, I’m just saying that I stayed imperfect
Earl is not my name, the world is my domain, kid
Air Max 97, traipse on the pavement
Hair got knotty, let it settle on my face, I
I’ve been eating good you can see it in my tummy
But I’m buggin’, I’ve been spending more money than I’m making
Stuck in Trump Land, watching subtlety decayin’
I ain’t touch a xan, when it-
When it’s time to put my burnt body in a case
Tell my momma I said thank you
Tryna state facts, I’m tryna get through the day
I’ma play it back, I ain’t into showing face, kid

[Segue]
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
It’s been a minute since you seen or heard from me, I’ve been swerving calls
It’s been a minute since I heard applause

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dog
Sometimes I feel like I wanna call it off
I can’t call it, dog
Big dog, finna rip the collar off, uh
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dogs
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it, dogs, ayy

[Outro]
Keep pace, my nigga (Eat paste my nigga)
“Be safe” she said, my nigga
Keep faith, my nigga, (Yeah yeah) ah
Me safe, she safe, keep pace, my nigga (Keep faith)
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (peace)

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it dog

Lil Baby – Anyway Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won’t let ’em in
Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin’ for my sins
And this life that I’m in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I’m straight out the ‘partments, I’m rich as a bitch
Takin’ mine off the top, let lil’ bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pourin’ up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous
Hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell ’em)
I run it back like a pick six (Woo)
Add it all up, it’s a re-up, man
I’m ballin’, I need equipment (Ballin’)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)
And fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin’
My closet say, “To be continued” (Fuck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain’t no contender (Nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil’ in a rental (Woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (Alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain’t no expiration

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’ (Huh, Wop)
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
They say Gucci’s a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)
Not conserve’ or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (Wow)
She so fine, got her addy
Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)
New ‘Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It’s Big Guwop, it’s him
Always us over them (Fuck ’em)
Niggas say they gon’ do this and that
Then duck when I see ’em (Huh)
Don’t compare me to Slim
I could never be him (No)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I’m gettin’ sick of myself (Bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (Huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker chokin’ on me, man like Conor McGregor (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Meek Mill – Wit the Shits (W.T.S) Lyrics

[Intro]
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin’ that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don’t want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don’t want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don’t dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin’ these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, I’m passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don’t swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I’ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain’t got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Melii ]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda’
‘Tamos fuma’o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, “See you
Mañana”
Baddest lil’ bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin’ up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like ’em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin’ you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it’s up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won’t mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can’t spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin’ him sloppy, callin’ him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

Meek Mill – What’s Free Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
You know what free is, nigga?

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin’ my money, I’ll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a top dog, that’s before the K-Dots
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin’ like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
Hangin’ pictures like niggas swingin’ from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn’t exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we count ’em and up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming “gang gang,” now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trap
20 mill’ in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it’s the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, in a way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won’t snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say can you see, I don’t feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’, soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin’ like Bad Boy in ’94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties, sit up and count ’til I’m dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’? I might just pop up with Drizzy like

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh
Since most of my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas’ sense of pride, now how that’s free?
And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praised in Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, “Is you dumb?”
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me, Grandmama, I’m not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre
Rappin’ style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain’t Nair free
Enjoy your chains, what’s your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good, I’m practically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin’ me, I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving,” shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free, all of y’all callin’ out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I’m salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head, this improv but it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha

MISSIO – Kamikazee (Stripped) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I am a kamikaze, I am so freaky
Freakier than a bayonet set on fire
That’s desire
I am a kamikaze, I am so easy
Easier than a bomber in the third world war
That’s for sure

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Verse 2]
I am a kamikaze, I am so guilty
Guiltier than a liquored-up mistress who runs to you
I am a kamikaze, I am so lonely
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
Crushed empire

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

Money and power
Money and that power
Yes, I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Outro]
I want money and I want power
I want money and I want power

Zayn – Rainberry lyrics

Rainberry, please
You think I’m on my knees
But don’t you worry
I know what you don’t know

Don’t even start
The truth won’t break my heart
No, don’t you worry
I already know

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Dry your eyes
‘Cause it won’t work this time
I already dried mine
And I’m not drying yours
Go wash your hands
But you can’t change the past
Ghost stories ain’t cheap now
You don’t mean it I’m sure

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Rainberry…
Rainberry…
Rainberry, please…
Rainberry…

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

6ix9ine – NUTS Lyrics

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

[Verse, 6ix9ine]
All that talking, boy, stop (boy stop)
Heard you dancing, boy, stop (boy stop)
Need a lesson, boy, stop (boy stop)
Ain’t no missing, boy, stop (boy stop)
With that popping, boy, stop (boy stop)
I know what’s cracking, boy, stop (boy stop)
What you jacking? Boy, stop (boy stop)
What you saying? Boy, stop (boy stop)
All that talking that you doing gon’ get your boy shot (grrah, grrah)
All them hollows in his chest gon’ make his heart stop (blaow)
With that 30 in your face, like, “what’s in your spot?” (grr, grr)
Run that bitch, run that cash, fuck with us, you cannot (fucker, fucker)

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

Token – Treehouse Lyrics

[Intro]
Do it
Yeah
Ay

[Verse 1]
Tell a motherfucker, “Hey, Hi, How you doin’?” Everybody move it
I’ve been this way since student
Pardon my French, I’m fluent (Bonjour)
Can’t sitcom like Seinfeld that boy always moving (Jerry, Jerry)
Every time I’m in the booth I get better, I call it a room for improvement
Ay
Still not in my prime but I beat on my chest like a primate
At your neck like violin but I’m not violent if I got something to violate
I need a mom with at least two kids, can’t be with a girl that is my age
Too dumb when I tell her I love her ’cause I really don’t wanna know how a lie taste (Ay!)

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 2]
Just for fun, took a break but I’m not done
Why you think I don’t bite my tongue? Massachusetts, where the fuck I’m from
Ya’ll know whats to come, they think that boy young and dumb
Hold up, please don’t jump the gun, ’cause that shit pop like bubblegum (Pop, Pop)
I got a couple desires I shouldn’t be fiddling with (Fiddle, Fiddle)
I am not single unless it is double or triple the chick
Pull up with a hoodie all black with a fully-automat, with a rat in the middle of it
I get ’em shakin’ and stutterin’, this ain’t a riddle it’s Ritalin kid like that
Hit ’em with the curve like that (Like that)
Doctor Seuss my rap, I’m silly with the words like that
Sleep upside down like bat (Fly)
I’m flippin’ every bird like that (Flip)
This is like a holiday but I don’t owe you anything, so why you sitting on my lap?
Uh, Bitch, get off my sack

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 3]
Ay
Hotel to the show, show to the lobby, and it all started from a hobby
Worked for myself, only got a colleague
It’s Woodstock when I stack my bands
Young bandwagon, they pounce on me
Cash register when they count on me
Baby look at all the people surrounding me, pay ’em just to look out for me, maybe they’ll be a salary, I’m on top of the balcony, how you look down on me? (How?)
Who’d he cost? Me? About a G
Money on my head, that is not a bounty
Baby what’s a consequence, what’s a penalty
I decide those, I’m the fuckin’ referee (I’m the fuckin’ referee)
Airplane mode, can’t get to me (No)
Check my phone, who textin’ me?
I got

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Take a seat, take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Outro]
Take a seat