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Ugly God – L.D.C (The Booty Tape Album)

(Thanks, Ugly God)
[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Verse 1]
Ay, I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 bitches on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me Papi
Hoes on my dick, ’cause I look like Bill Cosby
Young Ugly God play your bitch like hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance, but these niggas can’t stop me
Your girl see my face, her coochie drip like a tsunami
[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Verse 2]
I’m just being honest, nigga, I know, I’m the hottest
Ugly God, dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, I’m finna buy some chocolate
I’m the fucking shit bitch, i’m only being honest
Young Ugly God, I’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Pussy Bacon, drink water off the faucet
Booty Gang Captain fold your bitch like a omelette

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
(Thanks Ugly God)

Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

[Outro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch
Bitch piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom. [Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
[Verse 1]
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin
[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters.

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 2]
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Ugly God – I’m Tryna Fuck (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Aye, 3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
[Verse 1]
Baby stop teasing
Baby girl I know you hit my phone for a reason
If you don’t get loose or start freakin then I’m leaving
Girl you know I’m fienin, eat this meat you ain’t no vegan
I ain’t never begged a bitch for shit but bitch I might need it
I’m tryna fornicate fuck the shit that you believe in
Bitch you better twerk or I’m snitching that you’re cheating
Bitch i wanna see a show, throw that neck and show some cleavage
[Hook]
3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

Ugly God – I’m A Nasty Hoe (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Verse 1]
I made yo bitch say "uh"
I put my hand on her butt
She said, "boy I’m on my period."
I said, "I don’t give no fuck!"
All I said was, "I’m Ugly God"
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
What I’m eating for lunch
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months
I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck
[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 2]
Ugly God A.K.A. [Intro]
Thanks Ugly God! Nigga Too Nasty
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
"Little Dick Clique", until they lay me in a casket
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’
TV screen, shawty on the scene like an actress
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous
[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God!

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
[Verse 2]
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke
[Outro]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch [Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy? [Intro]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Thanks Ugly God! Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
[Verse 1]
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

I mean he’s just not that attractive! [Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw? [Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God! Final opinion on Ugly God? Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not!

NF – Outro

But, then I figured out the reason they follow me
The reason why these fans surrounding me
It’s not ’cause I’m a "Rap God"
I don’t need you people to bow to me
All they ever did was doubt on me, now everyone’s proud of me
Acknowledge me or not, you ain’t ignoring the following
I’m just teaching ’em something they couldn’t learn in they colleges
This is for the kids feeling like they live at the bottom and every day of they lives, feels like it’s darker than Halloween! Yeah, they waiting on me to match them
The emotion I had in the last one
But if I don’t, they gonna tell me that I’m losing my passion
If I do, am I repeating my actions? Pain’s always been the root of my music
If I cut it off, how am I supposed to keep growing
If I let it go, won’t my whole career be in ruins? Put the controllers away, it’s game over
I promise I’m way colder
The fans keep saying that they’re hungry for new music, well that’s pretty convenient ’cause I just made a plate for ’em
And now I’m hearing none of y’all are saying
I just sit at the keys feeling the music
Got me thinking I’m Beethoven
The game needs a makeover
If you’ve been waiting, the wait’s over
You ain’t notice, y’all about to witness a takeover, I’m home! [Verse]
I’m dedicated, the definition of dedication
Wrote this whole record while I was levitating
Sittin’ in my room with the pen and paper, I’m innovative
They’ve been afraid of me since I was a second grader
I’m the kid on the playground mama told you to never play with
There’s levels of music—and I’m in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
But if you don’t know the brand by now, you better get educated
Take both of my arms, rip ’em out the sockets and separate ’em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Don’t matter, I still write a better record than yours without a hesitation
Never been more motivated
Just look at all the minds I have opened and penetrated
See, I am the voice of all these kids that think things, but never say ’em
That’s why they come to my shows wearing the NF hoodies and hats low like we’re carrying weapons, ah! Yeah, look, "How Could You Leave Us" is massive
There ain’t nothing I can write that’ll match that
My biggest fear writing this record wasn’t putting out trash
It was disappointing myself and the fan base
Now I want you to picture me:
I’m in a hotel rapping, crying on the floor of the bathroom
Staring in the mirror, my room, hands shaking playing "How Could You Leave Us" through the speakers on my iPhone
Tryna to figure out if I’ma always feel the way that I feel or maybe someday I can learn to be happy
Or maybe I can’t be, ’cause if the music ain’t emotional enough, are they gon’ call me a has-been? Yeah, you ain’t alone out there, look around you—we got a lot of fans in here
Couple hundred thousand, that’s what we did last year
Listen to Intro 3, trying to kill my fear
They’ll get that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
I am a savage admit it
A lot of baggage I live in
That’s why the passion is different
Really don’t care if they get it
We’re only three records in it and this is just the beginning
I’m home! That’s when I realized this whole conversation is stupid
I never cared to impress people that don’t even know me
I just write what I feel, somehow it started a movement
Trying to enjoy a career, but I don’t know how to do it, when I spend all of time my being afraid I’ma lose it! [Outro]
Real music

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
Niggas still in south, they need to stay up in their lane
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Put you boys to shame
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne
Say my name (Jxm’)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’
Jeep 35, needs a liftkit
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a kick-in
Leave your chick within 5 feet of me, wouldn’t risk it
Niggas cannot stop me, told them just to face it
Aston sittin’ low, wow, damn I scraped it
She like spreading wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus
I’m like "I might go and take the spot, because of negligence"
Barricades ain’t holdin’ me
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches go at me, like they go at me? Took off all these niggas, call it jetstream
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah, you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexing (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (yeah)

Rich Homie Quan – Safe (feat. Cyko)

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittasss. A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout
Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
200 of ’em in the back of the .. And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
Rich Homie! Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
I was there bro had to get on
Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Old money new money in the shoe box
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh. Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas. Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
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Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

Son Little – Demon To The Dark

And did the world pick me apart
Can I somehow been put tohether
Sometime the day cause life a short
Do you can fell ,still your hear me
When do romane how you there
I think my train is of the railing
Is this some way to get it clear
My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark
I’m in the darkness on my show
Paralysed because of fear
I been this way not since the 80s
That’s when I started with the beer
Just to help me with the traumas
The liquor gave me even
The bottle get me through the night time
And all my daytime friends appeal
So I’d never touched the needle
But It breaks me just the same
Satisfiend with the money
And everything is just a game
Mister Philips can you hear me
My dear Romane, are you there
Feel just like the world is ending
Is there some way to get it clear
My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark I’m gonna beg for your forgiveness
And when I do that from the start
I’m gonna need as a witness
Though you may have an hardened heart
Have I always been a sinner?

Madison Beer – Dead

Why, why, why, why? Why you still breathing? Why aren’t you dead yet? Why, why, why, why? Why you still breathing? Why aren’t you dead yet? Why do you say that? [Verse 2]
You could be here but you’re not, I give whatever you want
But you just take it and run, you run (oh run, run)
And I give you so many shots but you just drinking ’em all
You never give it a thought, oh love (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober (sober)
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight (alone tonight)
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right
[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet? Why you still breathing? And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet? [Verse 1]
You could be here, but you’re there
You could be anywhere and these days I don’t even care no more
You only be showing me love whenever you’ve had too much
Whatever’s been filling your cup, no more
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right
[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet? [Bridge]
Be careful what you say
Say only what you mean
Mean to me then you’re nice
You’re nice, you’re nice
It’s nice to know you now
Now that it all went down
Down on your knees you cry
You cry, you cry, yeah
[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet? Why, why, why, why? And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet? Why, why, why, why? [Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why? Why aren’t you dead yet? Why do you say that? Why, why, why, why? Why do you say that? [Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why? Why, why, why, why? And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?

ASAP Twelvyy – Diamonds (feat. ASAP Rocky) (12 Album)

You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? It was gangstas kissin’ gangstas if you paid attention
Before my shit was even out you couldn’t wait to get it
But now the shit I’m puttin’ out gon’ make you think to get it
Take a minute, God’s present ’cause I’m way too gifted
So next album fuck around and make you wait ’til Christmas
[Chorus: Sarah Barthel & A$AP Rocky]
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold
With a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin’? Go, go, oh Go, go, oh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Fancy teeth and jeans, fancy teeth and jeans
I’ve seen some shit you wouldn’t believe that made me leave the scene
Appreciate the late rappers, paved the way rappers
I think back to backpackers and the wave cappers
‘Cause now I hate rappers, hate today’s rappers
Hate these fake rappers, lame fashion closet gangsta (uhh) rappers
And shout outs my nigga Riley, ‘member Gangstalicious? You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? [Intro: Sarah Barthel]
You’ve got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
Comic book and guns, comic books and guns
Watchin’ Power, livin’ Belly
Ghost like Tommy Bunns
I’ma conquer what I vision, bet my time gon’ come
I’m Tetsuo with a Tommy gun
Paparazzi pop up where my mami from
Prolly hit a lobby with my posse drunk
Sippin’ on Bacardi, take a shot of rum
Pissin’ in the elevator, still don’t give a fuck
Gold grill, black mask, still ain’t switchin’ up
‘Member niggas called me Diddy, I was wreakin’ havoc
Threw the Glock up in the river, it was too dramatic
I’m a shooter, fuck my sneaker fashion
Fantasize about a week on acids
Spazzin’ when the reefer’s passin’
[Chorus: Sarah Barthel & A$AP Rocky]
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold
With a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin’?

ASAP Twelvyy – Strapped (12 Album)

ain’t an option
All this pain, all this fame, got me drinkin’ all this ‘pagne
In the club to myself
Thinkin’ ’bout the days I was stealth
I was in the hall raisin’ Hell
Young 12, frame a little frail, but I had the belt
Loudmouth nigga, but I’m down to make you melt
Hot Boy, rollin’ with the Juveniles
Prolly with a shooter now, got a new Ruger now
‘Cause Life’s a bitch, and I’m goin’ through it now
Everyday’s do or die, hesitate, lose it now

[Hook: Sampha]
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We fade out
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know Show these niggas like a movie, nigga! gettin’ snatched
If it’s what I’ve seen then it’s taxed
You can ask who was on they ass, I was livin’ fast
Fuck a casket, had a mask and a automatic
One sec, no cameras, no case
And every ghetto nigga pump strays
Had to duck a few, now I’m at the W
Prolly light up a few if I’m feeling comfortable
Paranoia got me watching all my friends
I make it out this Hell I’ll never sin again
It’s probably a lie ’cause I’d do it all again
‘Cause everything I’ve done gave me fuel just to win
Gotta peep the vision

[Hook: Sampha]
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We fade out
[Verse 2]
See Dame got shot, then he got locked up
Pootie got popped, then she got knocked up
I was on the block, choc’d, all rocked up
Now I’m with The Mob & we robbin’ with some Glocks
Ask who can stop us, hoppin’ out with choppers
Poppin’ like we Poppa ’cause we got this city rockin’
‘pproach us? [Verse 1]
Yeah, this shit fell up in my lap
I was sellin’ packs
I wouldn’t really worry ’bout no raps
I was movin’ straps
This is all facts
Me and [Dame?] tried it to the max
Got these monkeys on our backs
Anything bling? [Intro: A$AP Twelvyy, Sampha, & A$AP Rocky]
Window down and we’re caught in flight
Window down and we’re caught in flight
Window down and we’re caught in flight
You can let the breeze, let the breeze cool you
Yeah, shit fell up in my lap
I was sellin’ packs
I wouldn’t really worry ’bout no raps
I was movin’ straps
This is all facts (Way way back nigga)
Me and [Dame?] tried it to the max ’cause these monkeys on our back
Anything bling gettin’ snatched
[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, fuck that Twelv
Don’t talk to these niggas, nah, now it’s time to show these niggas.

ASAP Twelvyy – Bamboo Skit (feat. Fredro Starr) (12 Album)

That shit crazy man. "
"What’s good man, yeah I see you doing your lil rap thing man, proud of you nigga. Keep getting your money word up man. Let me flip some of that money with your boy man. "Ayo Jamael, whatup lil nigga, acting like you don’t know your man Bamboo. Make sure you keep one of these though man, all times B. Make sure you’re strapped. Alright word." Yo Jamal man, yo you see this right here? Word up man. Nigga need to live out here. Car is real pretty man, I like that shit. Word up man. Check this though.

9MUSES – Lovecity (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

단지 귀여울 뿐이야
단지 귀여울 뿐이야
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 (Love City)
당당하게 걸어가
널 미치게 만들지
꽉 다문 도도한 Red Lips
L.O.V.E
뭔가 기대하지 마
어이없어 너 정말
관심 없어 Pretty Boy
Welcome to Love City
Chu Chu Chu
Pa Pa Pa
La La La Stop it boy
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 Love City
L.O.V.E L.O.V.E
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please don’t stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please don’t stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
힐끗대는 시선
왜 자꾸만 보니 기분이 좀 나빠 Boy
슬쩍 웃는 게 한두 번이 아닌 듯
아니라 말해봐
Stop it 사탕 발린 Mouth (Oh, No)
웃기지 마 Oops Oops (Your lie)
Stop it 다가오지 마 (Sorry)
네가 뭔데 Dash Dash (Love City)
당당하게 걸어가
널 미치게 만들지
꽉 다문 도도한 Red Lips
L.O.V.E
뭔가 기대하지 마
어이없어 너 정말
관심 없어 Pretty Boy
Welcome to Love City
Chu Chu Chu
Pa Pa Pa
La La La Stop it boy
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 Love City
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please don’t stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
어디다 수를 둬 눈치가 없어
피곤해 죽겠어 너
거짓말만 하는 그 더러운 입술
좀 닫아줄래 Stop it boy
Stupid 사탕 발린 Mouth (Oh, No)
웃기지 마 Oops Oops (Your lie)
Stupid 티 좀 내지 마 (Sorry)
네가 뭔데 Dash Dash (Love City)
당당하게 걸어가
널 미치게 만들지
꽉 다문 도도한 Red Lips
L.O.V.E
뭔가 기대하지 마
어이없어 너 정말
관심 없어 Pretty Boy
Welcome to Love City
Chu Chu Chu
Pa Pa Pa
La La La Stop it boy
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 Love City
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please Don’t Stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
Give it a rest 드러내 보여 다
Foolish Boy 가여워 보여
너 어설픈 웃음 어긋난 사이
Another Level 감당이나 하겠니?

Travis – Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
Middle eight
Oh where did the blue sky go? It’s so cold
I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody’s saying everything is alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone? I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody’s saying everything is alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone? I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Why does it always rain on me? Why does it always rain on me? Why does it always rain on me? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue sky go? Why does it always rain on me? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
Why does it always rain on me? Oh why is it raining so? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
I can’t stand myself
I’m being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I’ve got my mind on something else
Sunny days, oh where have you gone
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? oh why is it raining so? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me? It’s so cold
Why does it always rain on me? Why does it always rain on

AK Ausserkontrolle – Jim Beam Und Voddi (feat. Bonez Mc)

[Part 1: AK Ausserkontrolle]
Ich komm’ angefahr’n im Daimler, auf „Panda“ von Desiigner
Black-Express-Card ist im Einsatz, mach’ das Flex klein für die Weiber
Gentleman, charmant, nimm das Sektglas in die Hand
Schenk’ ihr Sekt ein und sie tanzt dann extravagant
Sie sieht aus wie ‘ne Türkin, Bauchnabelpiercing
Sie hat zwar kleine Titten, doch ein’n Arsch wie ein Pfirsich
Langes, schwarzes Haar, ihre Lippen sind gespritzt
Guck, wir nehmen sie mit und geben ihr zu dritt
Sie zögert nicht lang und sie steigt in den Benz
Leg’ ihr paar Lines und wir landen im Bett
Schampus und Sekt, schamloser Sex
Geb’ ihr von hinten – Rammbockeffekt
Vodka, Tequila, Bacardi Rum und Chivas
Belvedere, sechs Liter, guck, sie schluckt mehr als Benziner
Sie ist fies, Skinny Jeans, gibt sich mies die Kante
Nimm’ sie in die Suite, gib ihr richtig tief, richtig miese Schlampe
Fünf Sterne, Luxuszimmer, argentinisch Rumpsteak
Panoramafenster, sie will einfach nur noch bum- (ah)
[Hook: AK Ausserkontrolle & Bonez MC]
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (nimm sie Doggy)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (Sie is’ mein Hobby!)
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (in der Sonne)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (bis ich komme!)
[Part 2: Bonez MC]
Jim Beam und Jacky, aus Versehen auf den Lappi
Hab’ die Hausparty zerstört und trotzdem findet sie mich sexy
Denn sie kennt „Ohne mein Team“, hat schon so oft dazu getanzt
Kommt die Melodie springt sie sofort auf mein’n Schwanz
Zwei-Meter-Mann kommt in ‘n Club rein, Autorität so wie Suge Knight
Wenn die Frau’n erstmal seh’n wie mein Schmuck scheint hol’ ich ihn raus und sie lutscht gleich
Breakdance den Turtle, Rayban am Gürtel
Drei Uhr morgens mit Cabrio und Playmates durchs Viertel
Was ihr wollt, der ganze Kiez ist ein Schlampenstrich
Ich bin so süß, sie sieht meine Wampe nich’
Angewichst und zur Tanke geschickt, sie hat noch nie mit ein’m Mann gefickt
Mit ihrem Arsch, ich will reinbeißen, einseifen, sie steht auf Autos mit Breitreifen
Kurz Kentucky, was reinpfeifen und dann nach Hause, sie einreiten
Sie tauscht mit mir ihr Silikon gegen Million’n von Klicks
Will sich unbedingt ‘n jungen Pitty hol’n, doch von Hunden weiß sie nix
Kommt mein Track wird mitgerappt, wird sie frech gleich bitchgeslappt
Unsere Bilder stellst du nicht ins Netz, noch ein’n Hundefilter und ich schick dich weg
[Hook: AK Ausserkontrolle & Bonez MC]
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (nimm sie Doggy)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (Sie is’ mein Hobby!)
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (in der Sonne)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (bis ich komme!)

Veysel – Bargeld

[Bridge 1]
I keep it real, du weißt, dass ich schieß’, für mich ist das kein Spiel
Glaub mir, dass mich echte Gangster fühl’n
Und ich ziel’, scheiß auf deinen Deal
Flughafenkontrolle, meine Knarre aus Acryl
[Pre-Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
[Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld

[Part 2]
Aufgewachsen in den Gossen
Ganz gefährliche Sorte, eine Waffe bringt dich weiter als Worte
Schon als kleines Kind gestorben
Gesetzlos, leb’ ein Leben ohne Morgen
Ware am besorgen (-sorgen)
Kommissare sind am stalken, Informanten sind gestorben
Dem Richter fehlen Worte
Veysel, born low, wechsel’ ständig Orte
[Bridge 2]
Ich bin ein G, sag mir, wer will Krieg? Die Straße hat kein’n Beat, Deutschrap ist ein Spiel
Weil jeder dadrin lügt, für mich war das zu viel
Einer dieser Gründe, warum ich nicht unterschrieb
[Pre-Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
[Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld [Intro]
Essen Sin City, Essen Sin City
43, Bela Boyz
[Part 1]
Aufgewachsen in den Straßen, auf der Jagd nach dem Bargeld
Ficke jeden, der sich für ein’n Star hält
Verteile Strafen, bin der Wolf unter den Schafen
Doch der Unterschied: ich komm’ mit Scharfen
Lass mich nicht verarschen, kommt mal alle blasen
Kugelhagel aus dem Porsche Cayenne
Neu gemischte Karten, hab’ Supporter und Soldaten
Zahl mal deine Schulden jetzt auf Raten!

Bebe Rexha – That’s It (feat. 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane)

I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi (huh?)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, all these hoes is salty (burrr)
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out a coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This bitch so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multi-color fuschia bar with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak the talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little viscious
Privates from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Ow

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
True [Intro: Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz]
It’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh?)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
Bitch you lookin’ at the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
Why so up on my heels?