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Jason Derulo – The Rum Tum Tugger Lyrics

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[? with Jason Derulo]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

[Jason Derulo]
If you offer me pheasant, I’d rather have grouse
If you put me in a house, I would much prefer a flat
If you put me in a flat, then I’d rather have a house
If you set me on a mouse, then I only want a rat
If you set me on a rat, then I’d rather chase a mouse

[Ensemble]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

[Jason Derulo]
And there isn’t any call for me to shout it

[Ensemble]
For he will do as he do do

[Jason Derulo]
And there’s no doing anything abou-ou-ou-out it, no

[]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore

[Jason Derulo]
When you let me in, then I want to go out
I’m always on the wrong side of every door
As soon as I get home, then I like to get about
I like to lie in the bureau drawer
But I make such a fuss if I can’t get out, hoo

[Ensemble]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

[Jason Derulo]
And there isn’t any use for you to doubt it

[Ensemble]
For he will do as he do do

[Jason Derulo]
And there’s no doing anything abou-ou-ou-out it

[]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast

[Jason Derulo]
My disobliging ways is a matter of habit, yeah
If you offer me fish, then I always want a feast
When there isn’t any fish, well, darling, I’m not having rabbit
If you offer me cream, then I sniff and sneer
For I only like what I find for myself
Woo

[Ensemble]
The Rum Tum Tugger

[Jason Derulo]
Is artful and knowing

[Ensemble]
The Rum Tum Tugger

[Jason Derulo]
Doesn’t care for a cuddle
But I’ll leap on your lap in the middle of your sewing
For there’s nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle
Yeah

[Ensemble]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
The Rum Tum Tugger doesn’t care for a cuddle

[Jason Derulo]
Nah, nah, no more milk
Milk
Woo

[Ensemble]
The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

[Jason Derulo]
And there isn’t any need for me to spout it

[Ensemble]
For he will do as he do do

[Jason Derulo]
And there’s no doing anything
About
About
About it

Katelyn Tarver – Why Lyrics

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You broke my heart
You promised you never would leave me all alone waiting by the phone
For your call to me

I gave you my everything
As perfect as two could be
Now I just can’t see, it was you and me
Wondering where we’d gone

Tell me why
Do I cry at night, hold my pillow tight
Over you and I
No I can’t deny
What I feel inside
Won’t tell me the reason
Won’t show me a sign
Tell me why

I took a chance
And you promised me romance
Never thought I’d be, feeling lost and weak, what’s come over me
So now that you’re gone (now that you’re gone)
Though it’s hard to move on, time to say goodbye, there’s no one more try
Yeah, we’re set and done

Can you tell me why
Do I cry at night, hold my pillow tight
Over you and I
No I can’t deny
What I feel inside
Won’t tell me the reason
Won’t show me a sign

Can you tell me why you think that I won’t get over you
There’s nothing holding me back from finding somebody new
Can you tell me why, why, why
Why, why, why

Why
Do I cry at night, hold my pillow tight
Over you and I
No I can’t deny
What I feel inside
Won’t tell me the reason
Won’t show me a sign

Can you tell me why
Do I cry at night, hold my pillow tight
Over you and I
No I can’t deny
What I feel inside
Won’t tell me the reason (the reason)
Won’t show me a sign
Tell me why

SOB X RBE – Pass the Mic Lyrics

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[Intro]
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
This that feelin’ I can’t fight, that drug I can’t quit
Always dreamed about these days when I sit back and reminisce
One mic, no lights in that booth while I vent
Thought only God can judge, but I’ve been judged ever since
Shit ain’t been the same since the day we dropped “Cautious”
Ain’t no money in the world that could amount to what we started
They don’t ever come outside, we had to pop out out his garbage
Guess these niggas ain’t gon’ learn like his whole life he been retarded
Niggas caught me slippin’, sent some shells through that windshield
On a mission for revenge, got me feelin’ like I’m Kill Bill
If I hear one more nigga soundin’ like DaBoii, then I’m gon’ lose it
Droppin’ legends on the mic like I’m above my own influence
I know niggas who ain’t up that I could call when I be down
I know this nigga’s only acting hard when we around
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it, to them niggas and them bitches
Why would I tote a stock if I’m that nigga wit’ extensions?

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them nigga’s back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Bitch, I got a spit so tasty like there’s Wocky in the cup
This nigga’s piece ain’t got no diamonds, that’s like hockey wit’ no puck
I’m Kawhi up in the fourth, bet you can’t stop me in the clutch
Where the fuck you gon’ run with bullets flyin’ out that mini van?
How many wishin’ death upon a nigga? Know it’s many men
Damn right, when I’m in the club, I brought the blicky in
All my niggas get the last laugh, I got silly friends
There’s only one DaBoii, so why you rapping like you me?
If I catch a out-of-towner, I’ma tax her for the P
You could have a hundred guns, wouldn’t practice what you preach
Not a threat, but fuck with them, and I’ma smack you with the gleek
Bitch, wanna impress me? Walk on water then
And when it’s work to be done, you be callin’ in
Bitch thought that I was broke, I coulda bought the bitch
G23, wanna ball like Mike, I got a ballin’ fist
On the gang, nigga

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them nigga’s back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
Nigga, everywhere I go, these niggas tryna be the gang
Everywhere I go, these niggas tryna ride the wave
We be slidin’ with them Glocks, masked up like Kane
I keep that shit a hundred and my chopper do the same
I’m yelling, “Free my brother Meech” ’til they let him out that cage
I thought I was in love with the bitch ’til I came
I told her, “Shake it like a red nose, bitch” like I’m Sage
My jewelry came from Karl, I don’t fuck with Johnny Dang
Everything big body when we swervin’ through them lanes
She gave me stupid head like the bitch ain’t got no brains
SO motherfucking B, that’s some shit you can’t bang
A motherfuckin’ beast, that’s some shit you can’t tame
Like my nigga T.O. said, “Boy, you niggas’ time up”
Ain’t trippin’ off a sucka ’cause I keep a nine tucked
Everybody in this bitch with a stick, fired up
And I bet a body drop if a nigga try us, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them nigga’s back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

Taylor Swift – Macavity Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Taylor Swift]
Macavity’s a mystery cat, he’s called the Hiddenpaw
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the law
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair
For when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity’s not there

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
But when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity’s not there

[Verse 2: Taylor Swift]
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there

[Bridge: Taylor Swift]
He’s outwardly respectable, I know, he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard’s
And when the larder’s looted and the jewel case is rifled
Or when the milk is missing or another peke’s been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There’s the wonder of the thing, Macavity’s not there

[Chorus: Taylor Swift, Idris Elba & Both]
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare
What ever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn’t there
And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Griddlebone
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations, the Napoleon of Crime
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
He’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity, Macavity
Macavity, Macavity

[Outro: Idris Elba, Taylor Swift]
When a crime’s discovered, then
Macavity’s not there

Melanie Martinez – Dear Porcupines Lyrics

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Drown me in my daily cup of tea
Tell the porcupines to quit stabbin’ me
They make me fall but I will stand
‘Cause all of them are jerks with their cups in their hands

But now they want a whisper
A whisper from me
“Cause all of them have watched me on their big screen TV’s
But what about little ol’, little ol’ me?
The one who got bullied because of her teeth

I hope you all are watching my middle finger rise
To the bullies in the school yard. I know I’m on your mind
Now you say you love me, but what about before
When I was just that silly little girl next door

Ladies, oh, ladies, why are you so mad?
Is it ’cause I’m classy, and you’re a trash bag?
Your teasing and laughing resonates through my heart
And now you’re calling me ’cause you want a fresh start

Now look at you, boys, you can’t believe your eyes
You told me I was ugly and I took you by surprise
You should’ve been nicer ’cause look where I’m at
While you copy Mac Miller wearin’ snap back hats

I hope you all are watching my middle finger rise
To the bullies in the school yard. I know I’m on your mind
Now you say you love me, but what about before
When I was just that silly little girl next door

Why would you be so mean talking trash about me?

All I wanted was a friend to laugh and cry and spend all of the eternity
Or even just a week

I hope you all are watching my middle finger rise
To the bullies in the school yard. I know I’m on your mind
Now you say you love me, but what about before
When I was just that silly little girl next door

SOB X RBE – Strictly Only Brothers Lyrics

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[Intro]
Link Up

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Still remember we was struggling for less
Tryna hit the other sides ‘fore I could bust it with the left
Watch me uncle fitter bitch while you be loving him to death
Bitch I’m drippy, check the flow, I’m making puddles when I step
S, O, motherfucking B, I got it tatted on my skin
If they slide and hit the wrong turn, we gon’ back them niggas in
Yeah, I know who shot your mans but if you ask me it’s a myth
If I catch you I’m not sparing so if I’m lacking nigga blitz
Boy that Glock nice but is you active with that bitch?
Ain’t no savage in your heart but you a savage with them lips
You know what the fuck is going on so don’t be asking for no kiss
My name still ain’t left your mouth, can you give back a nigga dick
How is you gon’ ride for me if you ain’t riding for yourself?
Hope my lungs still got some life from all this smoke that I inhale
I spent the high on these exotics and I just liked ’em for the smell
Yeah, I heard you signed a deal but they just put you on the shelf
On the gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
And if you really want that bag then bitch get up and hit that road
And we ain’t fucking with them niggas if we heard them niggas told
I know you niggas really soft so why you acting like you bold?
You know I really got the sauce, you wanna cheat? I got the code
I been on top for way too long, done had this Glock for way too long
It’s time to go and up a new one, catch a opp and leave ’em gone
I be barely at the house, you niggas barely left the house
And location on the flyer if you need the whereabouts
You know for K-Rod I’ma up it and for D-Boii too
Slimmy sliding with that drac’, he tryna up score too
Niggas dissing on the net but in real life play it cool
And all this water dripping off me, I could probably fill a pool
Bitch, I vow to never lose, I got a pocket full of blues
And I’m a witch with this stick, but it’s a Glock it’s not a broom
And I was really in that field while you was really in your room
And only kids get you a pass we still sliding by the rules

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

Gucci Mane – Drummer Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane, Kranium]
Uh-uh, bumboclaat
Uh-uh, It’s Gucci (They got the boss)
Big boss, yeah (Big boss)
Ooh, yeah
Okay
Watch ’em

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Don’t try me, boy, I’ll send you to your maker (I’ll send ya)
Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica (In Jamaica)
Big badger gun, I brought it for my haters (Big badger gun)
I left the barrel smokin’ like a Garcia y Vega (Smoke)
Gucci Mane, ah, wicked, he a cold don (A Gucci)
Fuck the police man, ’cause they can’t stop none (The police)
Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won’t kill none (A former)
Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss (A lover boy)
I don’t fear your shooters, think they all sus (They all sus)
Bag on his head like a wave brush (A wave brush)
If copying is flattery, I feel touched (I feel touched)
But this ain’t flag football, I get your head bust (I get ya all touched)

[Chorus: Kranium]
Never fear dem, better warn dem (Ooh, boy)
Boy dey gwaan like seh day want war, war (Blah, blah, blah)
Never hold back, we haffi rise up
Man ready for all dem, yeah (Ooh, boy)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Chillin’ on the beach, smokin’ on a phantom leaf
Backseat there to figure, thinkin’ my life is fantasy (Trip)
Niggas, they be dissin’ me (Diss), knowin’ they be diggin’ be me (Puss)
Misery love company, I take you out your misery (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Like a shot at enemies, my gun does not shoot Hennessy (No)
Niggas be too timid then they end up dead like Timothy (Dead)
Why you actin’ pussy, boy? Like I’ma show you sympathy? (Rude boy)
Suck your motha pussy, boy, you should know not romp with me (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Kranium]
Never fear dem, better warn dem
Boy dey gwaan like sey dey want war, war (Blah, blah, blah)
Never hold back, we haffi rise up
Man ready for all dem, yeah
Never fear dem, better warn dem (Oh)
Boy dey gwaan like seh day waan war, war
Never hold back, we haffi rise up (Yeah)
Man ready for all dem, yeah

Young Thug – Die Today Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Yeah
Somebody gon’ die this day (Hey)
Somebody gon’ die today (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Bah, yee)
Somebody gon’ die today
Somebody gon’ die today, day, day

[Post-Chorus]
I’m fresh as a peppermint
A green and white peppermint, woo
The Rolls Royce from Clark Kent (Woo)
I pull up and pop shit (Woo)
This gang on no opp shit (Gang)
Gang shit, not no opp shit (Gang)
We wet up the block shit
Green diamonds, my Rolex is all piss

[Verse 1]
This card is black, you can charge it
I told her to come suck my sausage (Woo)
Why say I go brazy like moshpit? (Slime)
We straight from the bottom to the top, ayy
I told her to pass a young nigga the ecstasy, she told me to go to block, yeah
And I told her to pop her a pussy nigga if he playin’, off with his top (Rrt)
I bought her the Army Fatigue bandana and now she gon’ go buy the block (Woo)
She bought me Granada the coupe when I skeet off on cops, man, I never could stop
I told her I heard that her daddy the plug, don’t try to introduce me to mama, yeah
I told her to bring me my championship belt ’cause I beat that shit up like no other (Beat)
I told her I’m comin’ but I’ma be late, yeah

[Chorus]
Somebody gon’ die this day (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Bah, yee)
Somebody gon’ die today
Somebody gon’ today, day, day

[Post-Chorus]
I’m fresh as a peppermint
A green and white peppermint, woo, woo
Woo, this gang not no opp shit (Gang)
Gang shit, not no opp shit (Gang, yee, gang)

[Verse 2]
I can get lost
I got twenty-six rooms in my goddamn house
I got twenty-six rooms and it ain’t ten in the house
I got twenty-six brooms, bitch, I’m fly as a hawk, huh
Shawty want me to come help her now, huh, yee
Shawty want me to come play like daddy, take over the house
Yeah, shawty want me to come pick her up, we go down
Yeah, shawty don’t want me to bypass the spot, she want me to lay up
She wanna stick to young nigga side just like a pager (Hey, woo)

[Chorus]
Somebody gon’ die this day (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Bah, yee)
Somebody gon’ die today
Somebody gon’ today, day, day

[Post-Chorus]
I’m fresh as a peppermint
A green and white peppermint, woo
The Rolls Royce from Clark Kent (Woo)
I pull up and pop shit (Woo)
This gang not no opp shit (Gang)
Gang shit, not no opp shit (Gang)
We wet up the block shit
Green diamonds, my Rolex is all piss

[Chorus]
Somebody gon’ die this day (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Yeah)
Somebody gon’ die today (Bah, yee)
Somebody gon’ die today
Somebody gon’ die today, day, day

[Post-Chorus]
I’m fresh as a peppermint
A green and white peppermint, woo
The Rolls Royce from Clark Kent (Woo)
I pull up and pop shit (Woo)
This gang not no opp shit (Gang)
Gang shit, not no opp shit (Gang)
We wet up the block shit
Green diamonds, my Rolex is all piss

Cam’ron – K.O.P. Lyrics

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[Intro]
Get Large…

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, baby, baby girl wanna ride out
Told her what she don’t wanna hear
She said, ”I wanna go Cam, but what’s in the trunk first?”
Bitch, a hundred years (Couldn’t understand it)
She said, “You’re already platinum (Ten times), still a brick layer (No construction)”
I told her music and movie money, real real good girl
But I am a risk taker (Go getter)
I be tourin’ Sen City off (Yeah I do), he think everything legal
But no need to talk, man
If you ain’t involved, that’s how I avoided them people (Scot free)
Shit, I don’t do telephones (No calls)
Nah, I don’t do third parties (Yo yo, who that?)
That’s the reason cousin Bang in jail right now, nigga
Facin’ a third robbery (He gon’ get out though)
Black La Cosa Nostra, yeah ya dealin’ with ragin’ bulls
(You know the type of nigga I am?)
Shit, I’ll pay ya mother
And take ya sister like Calvin from Paid in Full (We doin’ our thing Miss Johnson) Shit, shit, but yeah
The money, yeah I launder it, I deserve me a monument
The judges exonerate me, the D.A. be in astonishment
Let’s bond a bit, I can get you money or ya mama hit
Harm, long arms under long john pajama fit
Loafers with the jeans, they envy on how my garments fit
23 year run, I know niggas ain’t fond of it

[Chorus]
(Keep on pushin’)
That’s what my nana said (Rest her soul)
Turkey and cheese, a glass of milk for dinner
With a slice of banana bread (Goddamn)
She said, “keep on pushin’!” (so I did), “keep on pushin’!” (Yeah I did)
Wanted me to finish college but, I like money, man
I just couldn’t (Sorry nana)

[Verse 2]
You could catch, you, you could catch me court side (On the floor, nigga)
Camera view of the baseline (Say cheese)
I recorded verses, then 10 pound deals when I walked out of Baseline (That’s the studio)
When I writin’ Come Home with Me (What I had?)
Kilos and weed were thrown to me (What else?)
Mo Money from Philly
Packed it up fo’ sho, got right on the road for me (What up Mo?)
I like to thank I-80 though (I-80, though?)
That interstate made me rich, boy (Rich, boy)
I had coke and weed
But then I threw some D on it way before Rich Boy (Dog food)
You can’t deny (?) (Yeah, ya girl)
I got a thing for them wide asses
She suck me off so good
I gave her $1400, go get new eyelashes (diamond joints)
So, get out yo’ feelings (feelings)
That’s how I’m feeling (I’m feeling)
‘Cause it sure feel good to see chandeliers hangin’ from 50 foot ceilings
Hi, hi, high girl summer
Uh, bitches got turnt (yeah they did)
Few of y’all just a little too hot though, man
Couple my niggas got burnt
(Killa, Killa, Killa)

[Chorus]
(Keep on pushin’)
That’s what my nana said (God bless her)
Turkey and cheese, a glass of milk for dinner
With a slice of banana bread
(Wish they could reap the benefits right now)
She said, “keep on pushin’!” (Okay), “keep on pushin’!” (That’s what she said)
Wanted me to finish college but, I like money, man, I just couldn’t
Yeah, I kept on pushin’

Cam’ron – This Is My City Lyrics

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[Intro: Max B]
This is my city, my city

[Verse 1: Cam’ron]
Who ever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?
101 West, you should’ve seen my building
139 Park, started off as children
Grew up with Big L and the dude supposedly killed him
A week before that though, Big L had tried to kill him
That’s what I heard, please don’t get in ya feelings
When the time’s right I will tell you about these villains
And everybody dead, so it ain’t about squealin’
Weapons we conceal ’em, need be, reveal ’em
Fly, nah, fly traps was hangin’ from the ceiling
Milk and Giz was chillin’, me and Biz was illin’
Love my hood but to make it out, woo, what a feeling
I couldn’t sleep at night, in my bed I would keep a knife
Until I got a gun, where I’m from they ain’t believe in life
Cops come readin’ rights, but we ain’t the readin’ type
You don’t need Adidas or a zebra, see my stripes
Goddamn, you got to feel me brother
On my block, best friends they kill each other
No slouch or homicide to vouch ya
How I was raised, think I give a fuck about ya?

[Chorus: Max B]
Keep risin’, keep risin’ to the top (Yeah)
Keep, keep grindin’, keep strivin’ on the block, and
To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top
All of us, all of us, all of us
This is my city (This is my city, Harlem)

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
Uh, yo, Reggie White took me on my first stick up
15 years old, can’t front I caught the hiccups
Told me calm down, then proceed to click up
Thought that car was a shirt the way we left that shit ripped up
8th Ave, dipped up, in my waist the grip tucked
Told me keep my lips shut I ever get picked up
I said before that you’ll find me with my wrist cut
Just wanted to chill, now in this shit I’m mixed up
You know Max B, I call him Charlie Rambo
Lived in the same building, you would call a bando
Outside more gunshots than Commando
That’s why I had to treat myself to Porsches, Lambos
Pardon, I get emotional
It’s all real, none of it is promotional
Just wanted to play basketball and have an ocean view
But when you live where I live, what the fuck you supposed to do?
Fast forward, Fort Lee, New Jersey, my triplex
Son just born, formula by the Pyrex
Liquidated money, the drugs from them big checks
Been solidified way before Dipset
No disrespect to the brotherhood
They’re my brothers, but brother I’m from another hood
Where it ain’t fair, like Blair they leave you under wood
Old money go missin’, shots where ya mother stood

[Chorus: Max B]
Keep risin’, keep risin’ to the top (Yeah)
Keep keep grindin’, keep strivin’ on the block, and
To my brothers that passed away, see you when we get up top
All of us, all of us, all of us (This is my city, this is my city, Harlem)

[Outro: Max B & Cam’ron]
Keep risin’ to the top, keep risin’ to the top
(Keep risin’ to the top) Now, usually, I don’t do this but, uh
Let’s break ’em off with a sample of the remix (Keep risin’ to the top)

Gucci Mane – Tony Lyrics

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[Intro]
Honorable Court

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
And I made my bones in East Atlanta
Started from the bottom like Tony Montana
Yellow black ‘Rari like a yellow bandana
Crazy young niggas that’ll kill you on camera
Gucci Mane got plenty ammo
Y’all gon’ need so many candles
Got me bent, I’ll bend you backwards
Chopper split you, bent you backwards
Smoke you like a pack of Backwoods
Go forward ain’t never backwards
Pounds of weed and tons of coca
I ran off on Sosa, baby
All my bitches love a gangster
All my bodies drug-related
Things escalated, Fezzi made it
My diamonds are never hated

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Sold so many drugs (Woah)
They done put me on the Forbes list (Woo)
Ran off with so many packs (Hey)
They done put me on a hitlist (Woo)
And I’m always comin’ back
Fuck nigga can’t stop this shit (Comin’ back)
Niggas creepin’ out in the back
Put a nigga on the rocket list (Grrah)

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

Nick Cannon – Canceled: Invitation Lyrics

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[Intro]
Think about it, punk motherfucker
You’ve been disrespecting our queens for years
Matter fact, why don’t you tell ’em how you really feel, Marshall

[Chorus: Eminem Sample & Nick Cannon]
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What you say, Em?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (You might win some but you just lost one)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (Motherfucker, what?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (We let you be a guest in this house but now you cancelled, Slim)

[Verse 1]
Had to put my motherfucking turban on
Outside your motherfuckin’ suburban home
Protestin’ with AKs and guns
Our queens don’t need your racism
You’re the KKK of this generation
Okay-kay-kay, did I take it too far?
He’s a rap star, run nigga run
Standing my ground, fruit of Islam
I don’t give a fuck if his ass was young
Can’t let that slide, that’s on my son
God damn right, yeah, I’m on one
‘Cause ain’t no age for white rage
Succinctly in your DNA
I seen you at the VMAs
All them niggas that was with you, you treated ’em like indentured slaves

[Pre-Chorus]
Read the Isis paper, you racist, I see why you hate us
Pretend you love us but you really jealous, wanna be brothers
Christopher Columbus, hip-hop wish you discovered
Now I’ma slay you for my sisters, cousins, daughters and mothers
(Em, what’d you said about the original woman?)

[Chorus: Eminem Sample & Nick Cannon]
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What you say, Em?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (You might win some but you just lost one)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (Motherfucker, what?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (We let you be a guest in this house but now you cancelled, Slim)

[Verse 2]
This for Rosa and Coretta, Assata and Loretta
Betty, Roseta, Angela, Mahalia
Dr. Bethune, Sojourner, she the truth
I do it for the culture, the new Oprah in the booth
Lord Jamar told your ass you was a guest in our house
I’m tryna find out who the fuck let this pest in our house
Close the door, apology tour, for sure they gon’ say I’m race baiting
But I had to lure ’em with the hate just to keep [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Read the Isis paper, you racist, I see why you hate us
Pretend you love us but you really jealous, wanna be brothers
Christopher Columbus, hip-hop wish you discovered
Now I’ma slay you for my sisters, cousins, daughters and mothers

[Chorus: Eminem Sample & Nick Cannon]
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What you say, Em?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (You might win some but you just lost one)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (What?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (Motherfucker, what?)
Black girls are bitches, black girls are dumb (We let you be a guest in this house but now you cancelled, Slim)

[Outro]
You heard him, that’s how you feel about us
You just gon’ keep letting that ride?
Oh yeah the hop and bop and all House negros that keep defendin’ this motherfucker
Holla at me, I got some books you should read
Oh, and Marshall, I tried to give you an invitation
Now that invitation cancelled

Vince Staples – Hell Bound Lyrics

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[Intro]
I do it
(Turn it up)
I do it, yeah
(Hey, turn it up)
I do it
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Man down, white sheets, yellow tape
That’s what you get for tryna hesitate
My homies go so hard they medicate
We never making it to heaven’s gates

[Chorus 1]
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down

[Verse 1]
Okay, now baby, let me see you drop that ass to the ground
Okay, now baby, come and see me on the Norf of the town
You know I love you, let me cuff you if it’s round and brown
Grandmama told me keep them homely, hungry citches from ’round
I told her everybody love me, she said, “Not them people, trust me”
She said they just wanna fuck me, she said they just want some money
She said they just want mandingo, don’t be giving up my C-Notes
I said, “These is blue strips”, throw ’em up like a true crip
Growing up I was too slick, you can’t play me ’cause I got the game

[Chorus 2]
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Okay, now baby, let me see you drop that ass to the ground
Okay, now, hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Okay, now baby, let me see you drop that ass to the ground
Okay, now

[Verse 2]
Sweet Baby Jesus
Please give me the strength to keep from maxing out my Visas
Lunch at Matsuhisa, no more eating Little Caesars
Pressure life can stress you out when everybody need ya
Love ya but they’ll bleed ya, got it out the hard way
Artesia Boulevard Way, ayy, Ramona Park way
Ayy, we did it our way and can do it all day
You see I live for that, tell him kill that noise before I kill his ass, man

[Chorus 3]
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Hellbound, it’s goin’ down
Okay, now

Gucci Mane – M’s on Ice Lyrics

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[Intro]
J. White Did It

[Chorus: J. White Did It & Gucci Mane]
I just dropped an M on my ice (Doo, doo, doo)
I just dropped an M on my life (Wow)
I just dropped a M on my life (Damn)
I just dropped a M on my ice
Had to take the roof off (Yeah)
Hit it with the chainsaw (Huh? Huh?)
I just dropped a M on her life (Wait)
I just dropped a M on her ice
Go, go (On this ice)
Go (I just dropped a M)
Go, go (On this ice)
Go (I just dropped a M)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ice, ice, ice, ice cold on a ho (Wow)
East Atlanta Santa settin’ the price on the snow (Woo)
2020, I just dropped a M on my wrist (Brr)
I don’t like the word budget, I don’t got no bucket list (Damn)
Anything I want, I just buy that shit (Bow)
Twenty thousand for the fit, ten thousand more for the kicks (Gucci)
Anything you wanna get, I supply that shit (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, how high you wanna get? (Mwah) Got everything from a brick (Gucci)

[Chorus: J. White Did It & Gucci Mane]
I just dropped an M on my ice (Doo, doo, doo)
I just dropped an M on my life (Wow)
I just dropped a M on my life (Damn)
I just dropped a M on my ice
Had to take the roof off (Yeah)
Hit it with the chainsaw (Huh? Huh?)
I just dropped a M on her life (Wait)
I just dropped a M on her ice
Go, go (On this ice)
Go (I just dropped a M)
Go, go (On this ice)
Go (I just dropped a M)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
V12 cylinder (Nyoom), chandelier the ceiling, uh (Huh?)
I just dropped a M on her (M), I keep droppin’ dick in her
I just bought another watch, I lower the temperature (Burr)
Haters gettin’ sicker, bruh, please bring a thermometer
Everything is wonderful, my floor mat match my winter fur
Drop the top, I’m warmin’ up and it ain’t even summer, bruh
Ballers puttin’ that ice on her, still can’t put no price on her (Nah)
Money keep enticin’ her, that’s what I bought these diamonds for (Gucci)

[Chorus: J. White Did It & Gucci Mane]
I just dropped an M on my ice (Doo, doo, doo)
I just dropped an M on my life (Wow)
I just dropped a M on my life (Damn)
I just dropped a M on my ice
Had to take the roof off (Yeah)
Hit it with the chainsaw (Huh? Huh?)
I just dropped a M on her life (Wait)
I just dropped a M on her ice
Go, go (On this ice)
Go (I just dropped a M)
Go, go (On this ice)
Go (I just dropped a M)

DaniLeigh – Old Me Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus]
You need to take your time if you really tryna know me
They tryna be Dani, man, these bitches tryna clone me
And I don’t got the time, got ’em looking at my Rollie
And if you fucking with me, then you fucking with the old me (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
That’s the old me, that’s the old me (That’s the old me)
And I ain’t fucking with nobody that still owes me
And people poppin’ outta nowhere like they know me (Pop, pop, pop)
You ain’t the homie, you ain’t the homie (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Put it all in the past, letting go of the baggage
Every move I’m making now, I’m gonna do it happy
Lost so many friends that I used to call a family
Abracadabra, they all faker than magic
It takes a lot to do this, and I still do this
Trying not to lose it, I’m going through it
They wanna see me change, they talking down on my name (Yeah)
Just tryna make a name, hope you could do the same

[Pre-Chorus]
You need to take your time if you really tryna know me (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna be Dani, man, these bitches tryna clone me
And I don’t got the time, got ’em looking at my Rollie (I don’t got the time, no, no)
And if you fucking with me, then you fucking with the old me (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
That’s the old me (Yeah), that’s the old me (That’s the old me)
And I ain’t fucking with nobody that still owes me (Yeah)
And people poppin’ outta nowhere like they know me (Yeah, yeah)
You ain’t the homie, you ain’t the homie (You ain’t the homie, no)

Gucci Mane – She Miss Me Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh
You gotta cherish every day, man
The present is a gift, the future’s a mystery and the past is history
I’m a blizzard, an Eskimo, a polar bear, cold

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Now she say she miss me (Now she say she miss me)
But every time I’m gone then she try to diss me (Then she try to diss me)
But then I let her kiss it, then she say she miss me (Now, I got her kissin’ on it)
But if you miss it then fuck me, baby, fuck me like a mistress (Fuck me like a mistress, baby)
And I’ma fuck you like the first day out the penitentiary

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Guwop got that dumb check (Yeah)
Yeah, he got that dome chick (Huh?)
Every time she see me, baby suck me like we just met (Yeah)
Brown, pretty, plump breasts (Yeah)
Mouth, pussy wet-wet (Woo)
Diamonds on her chest, it’s like a wet t-shirt contest (Shh)
They were sayin’ ehh (Ehh), now they sayin’ ooh (Ooh)
And my bitch look so good these bitches wanna fuck her, too (What?)
I drop my top on College Ave, where is my missing roof? (Where?)
Until I’m old and saggin’, too, suck like you’re snaggle-toothed

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Rich The Kid]
Now she say she miss me (Now she say she miss me)
But every time I’m gone then she try to diss me (Then she try to diss me)
But then I let her kiss it, then she say she miss me (Now, I got her kissin’ on it)
But if you miss it then fuck me, baby, fuck me like a mistress (Fuck me like a mistress, baby)
And I’ma fuck you like the first day out the penitentiary (Rich)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I fucked her good, but she can’t tell nobody (Nobody)
New Lamb’ robotic (Skrrt)
Pull out the Wraith when we go shoppin’ (What?)
Cash out, no stoppin’
I tell her, “Miss me” (Miss me)
“When I’m gone, don’t try to diss me” (Huh?)
I done fucked on all her friends, they against me (Rich)
Whip with a fryin’ pan (Whip)
Gave that bitch like nine bands
Ooh, pussy so damn good, she got her bag again (Her bag again)
Ayy, fuck her in her Benz, she can’t drive again (Skrrt)
Ooh, she fancy ’cause she cashin’ in

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Now she say she miss me (Now she say she miss me)
But every time I’m gone then she try to diss me (Then she try to diss me)
But then I let her kiss it, then she say she miss me (Now, I got her kissin’ on it)
But if you miss it then fuck me, baby, fuck me like a mistress (Fuck me like a mistress, baby)
And I’ma fuck you like the first day out the penitentiary

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
And I’ma fuck you like the first day out the penitentiary
And I’ma fuck you like the first day out the penitentiary

Harry Styles – Juice Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Don’t say it ’cause I know I’m cute (Ooh, baby)
Gucci down to my drawers
LV all on my shoes (Ooh, baby)
I be drippin’ so much sauce
Got me lookin’ like RAGÚ (Ooh, baby)
Lit up like a crystal ball
That’s cool, baby, so is you
That’s how I roll

[Pre-Chorus]
If I’m shinin’, everybody gonna shine (Yeah, I’m goals)
I was born like this, don’t even gotta try (Now you know)
I’m like chardonnay, get better over time (So you know)
Heard you say I’m not the baddest, bitch, you lie (Haha)

[Chorus]
It ain’t my fault that I’m out here gettin’ loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain’t my fault that I’m out here makin’ news
I’m the pudding in the proof
Gotta blame it on my juice

[Post-Chorus]
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice

[Verse 2]
No, I’m not a snack at all
Look, baby, I’m the whole damn meal (Ooh, baby)
Geoffrey, you ain’t bein’ slick
Don’t dare try to cop a feel (Ooh, baby)
The juice ain’t worth the squeeze
If the juice don’t look like this (Like this, like this, like this)
Hold up, baby, please
Don’t make me have to take your ooo! (How I roll)

[Pre-Chorus]
If I’m shinin’, everybody gonna shine (Yeah, I’m goals)
I was born like this, don’t even gotta try (Now you know)
I’m like chardonnay (Okay), get better over time (So you know)
Heard you say I’m not the baddest, bitch, you lie (You lie)

[Chorus]
It ain’t my fault that I’m out here gettin’ loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain’t my fault that I’m out here makin’ news
I’m the pudding in the proof
Gotta blame it on my juice

[Post-Chorus]
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (Alright)
Ya-ya-ee

[Bridge]
Somebody come get this man
I think he got lost in my DMs, what? My DMs, what?
You better come get your man
I think he wanna be way more than friends, what?
Way more than friends
What you want me to say?

[Chorus]
It ain’t my fault that I’m out here gettin’ loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain’t my fault that I’m out here makin’ news
I’m the pudding in the proof
Gotta blame it on my juice

[Post-Chorus]
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice

Kanye West – Bye Bye Baby Lyrics

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[Intro: Mykki Blanco]
‘Ye, ’Ye, ‘Ye, ‘Ye, ’Ye
‘Ye, ‘Ye, ‘Ye, ‘Ye, ‘Ye
Let me mask up America
Kill the country, smoke a blunt, make it spiritual
Let me mask up America
Kill the country, smoke a blunt, make it spiritual
Let me mask up America
Kill the country, smoke a blunt, make it spiritual
Why did Kanye say that? What is Kanye thinkin’?
What is Kanye drinkin’, man?
Why did Kanye say that? What is Kanye thinkin’?
What is Kanye drinkin’, man?
At this point, I just wondered if Mr. West understands that
We’re questioning his credibility, we-we just don’t understand

[Verse 1]
This beat make me wanna see a big bootie bitch
Have sex, throw it on her like it dootie shit
Hide up on somethin’ stunnah for a week out this shit
But I come suck a tittie, just a freak out the shit
Let me see you turn around, let me see you decorate
Let me see you stack it down, got something, back it down
On some, on a star, let me see you take it all
Life is so, runnin’ far like a funny man and all
You a star, you a fly, you a boss, you a boss
Let it down, put it down, no trippin’ like LeBron
Don’t treat me like a John, nah-nah, don’t treat me like no John
No, don’t treat me like no John
Don’t you treat me like the Don, y’all dealin’ with Yan
Yeah, yeah (Dhi-Dhi-Dhi), y’all remember Yan?
That’s the slumber sleepy gang, bi-Bitch don’t make me yawn
Dealin’ with a pawn, dealin’ with a pawn, everything’s calm
Yawn, don’t treat me like no John
Where the fuck you been? (Bi-bi-bitch) How the fuck you been?
I just fucked your friend, I got fucked with wind
Somethings on the bend, goin’ for the win
Yeah, I’m goin’ in, know a new move
Something’s comin’ too soon, no, got nothing to prove
I’m not comin’ too soon, I just got it to move
Pass on the two vroom, something’s coming too rude
Ay, ay, ay, ay, okay, hit your stomach
Take one leg on the stomach, bite the stomach
Stretch one leg down, put the other one, touch your knees
‘Till your titty gotta stomp, keep on stuntin’ if you with me
I’m a going real deep, real-real deep
With a bomb, get some real sleep, get some real sleep, uh
Or sleep real deep, hit her real deep
Should have thought, bitch you been asleep for about a week
Wake your ass, take about another hour of dick
I know foul stuff, don’t believe me, karma coming quick
Know they stuntin’ now, and we got ’em sellin’ out the flick
And she only think steady, tell that bitch to come equipped
Know what’s good, and I just told you to come with us, uh
You brought some friends, ooh yeah you came equipped, uh
Gonna stomp on ’em, ‘Ye you came equipped, huh?
She say she ready go, why she always trippin’?

Gucci Mane – Jingle Bales Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wop
East Atlanta Santa
Jumpin’ out the Phantom
Huh, go

[Chorus]
Jingle bales, bales on the scale (Bale)
Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds (Fuck ’em), just bust a nigga head (Bah)
‘Cause these niggas tried to play with my bread (Huh? Pussy)
Jingle bales (Jingle), motherfuck 12 (Fuck ’em)
I’ma drop a bag on your head (Wack ’em, kill ’em)
The neighbors won’t tell (Nah), and we left no shells (Bah)
It’s a dead man ‘sleep in your bad (Ooh, go)

[Verse]
Jingle, jingle (Jingle), I’m Kris Kringle (Santa)
Tryna stack my chips up (Yeah), tall like Pringles
The work came darker, the price got cheaper (Cheap)
Coke like Christmas and pints like Easter (Pink)
Hustlin’ with the work, get in the kitchen like Batista (Rrah)
Shake the pot, shake the pot, shake it like a seizure (Skrrt)
Charge your boy the super high, sell it ‘fore it’s even dry
Gucci the executive (Gucci), but I don’t wear a suit and tie
Dressed super fly, I’m too rich even for Uber rides (No Uber)
Can’t even go outside (No), everywhere I’m recognized (Ooh)
Gucci Mane a model now, they need me to advertise (Yeah)
Pull up in an Avatar, hybrid with some stupid ice
She stalkin’ me, she jackin’ me, she watch me like a private eye
Mob guy, washed guy, your boyfriend a small fry (Small)
Drop top, winter time, ’cause I can’t be the fall guy (Brr)
Ballin’ till you fall out (Ball), I just trapped out the mall out (Oh, damn)

[Chorus]
Jingle bales (Jingle), bales on the scale (Bale)
Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds (Santa), just bust a nigga head (Bah)
‘Cause these niggas tried to play with my bread (Wack ’em, hoo)
Jingle bales (Jingle), motherfuck 12 (Fuck ’em)
I’ma drop a bag on your head (Damn, damn)
The neighbors won’t tell (Nah), and we left no shells (Bah)
It’s a dead man ‘sleep in your bad (Ooh)

Machine Gun Kelly – ​why are you here Lyrics

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[Intro]
We can never be friends

[Chorus]
I hate that I saw you again last night
You were with somebody and so was I
Met you in the bathroom at 12:05
And I fucked you again, we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m not myself
I’m not myself when you’re around, no
Can’t be helped
We are insane, that’s just the way it goes

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m a demon in the night, she’s an angel with the white
Told me, “Keep on all the lights, I’ma show you what you like”
Help you put back on your clothes, make sure nothing’s on your nose
Ain’t even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

[Chorus]
I hate that I saw you again last night
You were with somebody and so was I
Met you in the bathroom at 12:05
And I fucked you again, we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m gonna cry (Gonna cry)
I need to smoke, I’m feelin’ sick inside (Sick inside)
From seein’ you next to a friend of mine
We didn’t speak, but I read your mind
Both tellin’ lies, our alibis didn’t work this time (Didn’t work this time)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m a demon in the night, she’s an angel with the white
Told her, “Keep on all the lights, you can show me what you like”
Help me put back on my clothes, make sure nothing’s on my nose
Can’t even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

[Chorus]
I hate that I saw you again last night
You were with somebody and so was I
Met you in the bathroom at 12:05
And I fucked you again, we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah
We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah
We can never be friends, we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Yeah, I know that I said I was at home
Okay, yeah, you caught me (Caught me)
I thought that you said you were all alone
Look at you lying

[Chorus]
I hate that I saw you again last night (I hate that I saw you again)
You were with somebody and so was I
Met you in the bathroom at 12:05
And I fucked you again (And I), we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Oh, we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We can never be friends, we can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

Meghan Trainor – Ruthless Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I got other plans for you (I)
Wonder why you play like me a fool
But if you love breaking hearts in two
Then I’m not gonna waste any time on you

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m so fragile, don’t be casual
No, you can’t have me for one night
No
I ain’t easy, boy, come please me
Once you got me, I’m yours for life

[Chorus]
So, don’t be ruthless with my heart
Don’t be hard, but don’t be rough
Boy, be gentle with your touch
You can push, you can pull, but be careful, you’ll tear me apart
So, don’t be ruthless (No no no, babe)
Don’t be ruthless (Don’t be ruthless, babe)
Don’t be ruthless with my heart, heart
Hey, don’t be ruthless (Don’t be, don’t)
Dont be ruthless (Don’t be, don’t)
Dont be ruthless with my heart, hey

[Verse 2]
I wanna be caressed a certain way
Wake up to kisses on my face (Hey, hey)
Rock me to bed, rock me to bed, baby, roll your way
Can’t give it to me, come give it to me night and day (Hey, hey)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m so fragile, don’t be casual
No, you can’t have me for one night
No
I ain’t easy
Boy, come please me (Hey)
Once you got me, I’m yours for life

[Chorus]
So (So), don’t be ruthless with my heart
(Don’t be ruthless, don’t be ruthless)
Don’t be hard, but don’t be rough (But don’t be rough, baby)
Boy, be gentle with your touch (Come be gentle, come be gentle)
You can push, you can pull, but be careful, you’ll tear me apart
So, babe, don’t be ruthless (Mmm)
Don’t be ruthless (no no no no no)
Don’t be ruthless with my heart, hey
Hey, don’t be ruthless (Don’t, don’t)
Don’t be ruthless (Don’t)
Don’t be ruthless with my heart, hey (Come give it to me)

[Bridge]
Wrap me up like I’m your present
Happy birthday, congratulations
I know I’m your favorite flavor
Take you home, you can call me after
‘Cause I’ll be good to you, babe
And I deserve good too
My love is worth more than most
If you can grab a hold and don’t let me go

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m so fragile, don’t be casual
No, you can’t have me for one night
And I ain’t easy
Boy, come please me
Once you get me, I’m yours for life, hey, hey

[Chorus]
Don’t be ruthless with my heart (No, oh)
Don’t be hard, but don’t be rough (Don’t be rough, boy)
Boy, be gentle with your touch (Come be gentle, come be gentle)
You can push, you can pull, but be careful, you’ll tear me apart
(Hey, hey, hey)
So, don’t be ruthless (Don’t be, don’t be don’t)
Don’t be ruthless (Don’t be, don’t be, don’t)
Don’t be ruthless with my heart (No no no no)
Don’t be ruthless (Hey)
Don’t be ruthless (Hey)
Don’t be ruthless with my heart (Don’t, no)

Lil Wayne – Sleepless Lyrics

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[Intro]
Angels, Witches
Angels, Witches

[Verse 1]
Demonic, Exotic, Exotic, Demonic
I pop Oxycodone like antibiotic
Textin’ my phone, Right now I’m on molly
It got me perspiring like I’m in Somalia
I should be more careful, Right now I be wildin’
I could be more helpful, could not be more stylish
She could be my devil, she might be my goddess
It could be Satanic, it might be platonic
I tip my hat to her, she’d rather dollars
I drip a bath for her, she’d rather shower
She turned her back on me, I just massage her
Knew we were a match; didn’t know we started fires
A bird is a plane? If it is, it’s a private
Swerve in the lane, she either hittin’ or dodgin’
Meet me at the crossroads, I’m in the middle of rush hour
I’m the end of the road, Boyz II Men don’t die

[Chorus 1]
Angels and witches
Angels and witches
Bengals and kittens
Swingers and hittas
Signels and sinners
Ankles, physicians
The pictures, the painters
The sick one, the sane one
The lit one, the lame one
The mistress, the main one
The witch and the angel

Just got it started, y’all are welcome to finish…

Kreayshawn – I’m Depressed Freestyle Lyrics

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[Intro]
I don’t know what’s wrong
It’s like, I’m sad, but I’m not crying
I’m just sad
Uh, you got me hot
Y’all got me hot man
You got me hot
I’m just hot man

[Verse 1]
Ay, you really got me hot today
And it ain’t about the [?] don’t talk to me
Don’t call my fucking phone, don’t bother me
I think I’m depressed, yeah, fucking probably
Fucking doing shit wrong, not properly
Not even [?] fucking broccoli
Feel like I did my own fucking robbery
I’m insanity because I’m mad at me
And I can’t figure out why I’m feelin’ like shit
People tellin’ me, “Get up, you lazy bitch”
But give me a break, ’cause I must admit
My brain not working right, man, I’m out of it
And everything you fucking say got me mad as hell
Tellin’ me to meditate and go eat some kale
But yoga ain’t shit, man, I want Taco Bell
And drink a beer and sit around and just feel like shit

[Interlude]
You should try reading The Secret
Maybe go on a walk
You know, meditation always helps

[Verse 2]
Man, don’t tell me how to deal
You don’t know how I am, you don’t know how I feel
Your feelings ain’t my feelings, and you ain’t in my head
Don’t give me no advice, I’m not needin’ it
I don’t want your fucking book, I’m not readin’ it
And if I hear one more time I need exercise
I’m gonna come over there, I’ma clap on your mind, bitch
I’m not doing shit, I’m not listening
I don’t wanna go to the gym
Fuck this, fuck everything, fuck that [?]
I’m not doing shit, I’ma sit here today
Make a song that’s fucking wack, and I’m not gonna play it
For none of my friends, ’cause they don’t care
They don’t like my fucking shit, they don’t play it nowhere
Don’t listen to me, ’cause I ain’t shit to you
Man, I don’t give a fuck, ’cause I’ma bounce back soon

[Outro]
You should try reading The Secret
And maybe go on a walk
Take deep breaths
You know, meditation always helps

wifisfuneral – Stick Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hahahahahahaha
Yuh, aye
Uh, uh, ah
Stack it up
Aye, aye, aye, here we go
Yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh

[Verse]
I remember I was young and reckless
Since a adolescence, codeine my pref’ as a beverage
I was in the two-seater with the legs split
Why they tryna hold me down like I’m hell-bent?
Had to sacrifice a lot just to settle in
I ain’t really talkin’ to ya, my life is a object
Feelin’ like a alien that came up out of project
Playin’ with my soul like a puppet, do they gotta test?
Now I’m off the Tec, I’m a mess, I don’t gotta stress
Got a little treesh on my neck, but I gotta flex
Way that she suck and she swallow, she might just go viral
And I feel like I’m Tyson, they play with my top
I’m defendin’ my title, no .223 rifle
With these bands in my hands, I’ma stack it like Eiffel
She used to tell me how you like it, daddy, no Peter Pie though
I was ghost ridin’, swimming’ through the pussy like Otto
And I’m too focused on the Perc-10, I apologize
Sadly, we see that he envy me, ’cause we see the despise
Look me dead in my eyes, see a skeleton, fried
Believe me how I’m next, ye, so I’m diggin’ the opp
Got my lean out th counter, they said it’s a drought
I got Europe hoes global that play with they mouth

[Chorus]
Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on the hip, ain’t no shits, aye, aye
I pour up Tec, I throw a fit, I fuck a bitch, yeah, aye
Smokin’ on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit, aye, aye
Smokin’ on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit
Uh, yuh, bust out the rip, right on the hip, ain’t no shits, aye, aye
I pour up Tec, I throw a fit, I fuck a bitch, yeah, aye
Smokin’ on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit, aye, aye
Smokin’ on runts, now I’m on stick, opps mad as shit, uh

wifisfuneral – Split Lyrics

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[Intro]
SK

[Chorus]
When I’m up in these streets I can’t let no shit slide
They talkin’ down on my gang, it’s somethin’ I don’t advise
If I crack a seal, pop a pill, then I catch a damn vibe
I barely seen all my dogs, droppin’ like dead flies
Man, I’m dirty dancin’ with pole, what I don’t win
Mama told me get out that water, know that I don’t swim
And I play for keeps, ain’t for the weak, I’m on my own shit
And I’m tryna fuck a yellowbone and make the dome split

[Verse]
I just bought a Audemar Piguet, I’m a rich nigga lately
Wool tips in the shot, we hittin’ them thots, come fuck with baby
I was runnin’ that back, servin’ out them Xans, the whole block hate me
Come see my life, no HD, they was bitin’ on me, no rabies
I done put that ‘Tech inside of my Sprite now, I see red inside of my eye
Gotta thick redbone and thunder thigh, this street shit left me traumatized
Know that she want me to claim, but I gotta make sure that it’s bonafide
I don’t see no goddamn rings and no last name so I don’t come with a tie

[Chorus]
When I’m up in these streets I can’t let no shit slide
They talkin’ down on my gang, it’s somethin’ I don’t advise
If I crack a seal, pop a pill, then I catch a damn vibe
I barely seen all my dogs, droppin’ like dead flies
Man, I’m dirty dancin’ with pole, what I don’t win
Mama told me get out that water, know that I don’t swim
And I play for keeps, ain’t for the weak, I’m on my own shit
And I’m tryna fuck a yellowbone and make the dome split

Kreayshawn – Not My Job Lyrics

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[Intro]
It’s not my job
No, that’s not my job
It’s not my job
No, that’s not my job

[Verse 1]
Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones
And get on a bitch head like some headphones
I’m finna spit it with a clear tone
Get your attention
The biggest thing since the TV invention
Dope as Zoloft, a big shot, a show off
Plus, I’m a big pimp, I get tore off
Fuck a good job, ho, she need a good jaw
To sell BJs ’til her mouth get raw
I’m from the California coast, beaches and bridges
Hit the cock, get ghost, I’m not sleeping with bitches
I got a Cougnut, sitting on wires
On vogues, bitch, not Michelin tires
Man, I’m bigger than life, I do it Magnum
And ’bout these broke bitches, I’m through with having ’em
Dre bogard, and he shove and he push
And start a war for nothing like G.W. Bush

[Chorus]
I can bust you a rap, but anything else, it’s not my job
I’ll peel your cap back, but anything else, it’s not my job
I’ll get you for racks, but anything else, it’s not my job
I’ll make you a slap, but anything else, it’s not my job

[Verse 2]
Bitch gonna ask me to come grocery shop
I told her straight up like this, no siree Bob
That’s not my job, oh, I don’t do that
I’m a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that
And where your dude at? Should I serve him the news
And let him know he’s finna walk in some brand new shoes?
Oh, random fool, gotta watch thyself
And one false move and can’t stop thyself
Sometimes I’m not myself, I’m not a man
I’m a rockstar, in another band
I’m the man with the plan in his hands
And soon, we all playing in sand
‘Cause my estimations and calculations
And all the money made off The Rompalation
I’m finna get digits like a license plate
And shit on these midgets, bitch, I can’t wait

[Chorus]
I can bust you a rap, but anything else, it’s not my job
I’ll peel your cap back, but anything else, it’s not my job
I’ll get you for racks, but anything else, it’s not my job
I’ll make you a slap, but anything else, it’s not my job

Kreayshawn – I Wanna Be a Baby Lyrics

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[Intro]
Dada
Dada
Dad?

[Verse 1]
I wanna be a baby
I wanna be yo baby
Wrapped up in your arms again
‘Cause I wanna be a baby
Come on, baby, feed me
Come on, baby, need me
I wanna be that baby
I wanna be your baby
Where my baby bottle?
Come and top me off, then I go
I want a daddy come pick me up
And he never let me go
‘Cause I wanna be a baby
Never put me down
If you put me on the ground
I’ma throw a tantrum and shout, ’cause
I wanna be your baby ’cause
Never leave me alone
Call me up when you’re missing me
And you’re always up on your phone
Sendin’ me hella pictures ’cause
I’m your baby
Never do me wrong, because he love his little baby

[Chorus]
I wanna be a baby
I wanna be a baby
I’m a grown-ass lady
But I’m really just a baby
And yeah I need a daddy
‘Cause I ain’t never had one
And I wanna know what it’s like
And I still can’t ride a bike
I wanna be a baby
I wanna be a baby
I’m a grown-ass lady
But I’m really just a baby
And yeah I need a daddy
‘Cause I ain’t never met him
And if you see him in the street
You better tell me where to catch him

[Verse 2]
Yeah I wanna be a baby
Come and ride me around
Strap me up in the back seat
Make sure I don’t make a sound
Sue me, daddy, please
I’m beggin’ on my knees
Where my daddy gone?
He left, he never came back for me
I’m crying now, can’t you see
These tears runnin’ down my cheek
Daddy never called, checked in
Or never even cared about me
It’s good, ’cause I’ma search
For a daddy who make it hurt
He give me candy and spoil me
And teach me how it work
Now I’m just gonna flirt
With any guy I see
Break his heart and [?]
And go hide in a tree
Never comin’ down
[?] got me all fucked up
[?] bullshit and y’all about to get fucked up

[Chorus]
I wanna be a baby
I wanna be a baby
I’m a grown-ass lady
But I’m really just a baby
And yeah I need a daddy
‘Cause I ain’t never had one
And I wanna know what it’s like
And I still can’t ride a bike
I wanna be a baby
I wanna be a baby
I’m a grown-ass lady
But I’m really just a baby
And yeah I need a daddy
‘Cause I ain’t never met him
And if you see him in the street
You better tell me where to catch him

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Letter 2 Kodak Lyrics

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[Intro]
Stars in the sky look like thunder
You want for somethin’, don’t know yourself
You’ll dreams’ll come back to haunt ya
Pain pills bring you low, but say you scared to go under
If you got knowledge you know that you can’t fix your pain with money
Oh, I’m so scared to die young (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Devil take this to my heart, I just attach it, yeah
Acrobatics, seven numbers, I just fax it, yeah
Vision clear now, I can see now, yeah
Let go of that drink, so I can clean out, yeah
A speech involvin’ the comparison (Comparison)
Paranormal actions (Yeah-eah)
Humble myself, can’t let that money make me arrogant (Woo)
Can’t let that money, ho, live for ransom
Embarrassin’ moments you should learn from
Accept the choice whenever time comes
When it come with three, you just subtract one (Yeah, yeah)
My heart in pieces now, what to do? I don’t know
Hurt you time after time, figure that I should just go
I’ve been throwin’ up threes now, figured I should throw up four
I’ma head home now, I don’t wanna hurt your soul

[Verse]
My heart divided, I can’t lie, I love ’em both
I gotta choose one, gotta let go another rose
I told my girl, “Enemies, you keep ’em close”
It’s a cold world, make sure you put on your coat
I been in it for so long but still can’t get it right
Follow my heart, I’ll never let no one control my life
Kodak locked up and I miss him so I’ma send a kite
Jeopardizin’ blessings, I don’t know why I still tote my pain
Get full of drugs to put my life inside my rhymes
Fell off the ladder, got back up again, I climbed
Can’t trust nobody, betrayed time after time
I’m movin’ on, it’s okay, I’ll be fine

[Chorus]
Devil take this to my heart, I just attach it, yeah
Acrobatics, seven numbers, I just fax it, yeah
Vision clear now, I can see now, yeah
Let go of that drink, so I can clean out, yeah
A speech involvin’ the comparison (Comparison)
Paranormal actions (Yeah-eah)
Humble myself, can’t let that money make me arrogant (Let’s go)
Can’t let that money, ho, live for ransom
Embarrassin’ moments you should learn from (You should learn from)
Accept the choice whenever time comes (Every time come)
When it come with three, you just subtract one (Subtract one)
My heart in pieces now, what to do? I don’t know
Hurt you time after time, figure that I should just go
I’ve been throwin’ up threes now, figure I should throw up four
I’ma head home now, I don’t wanna hurt your soul

[Outro]
Startin’ to think shit, I just run (I just run)
I’m too scared to say I’m done (I’m done, done)
Never embarrassed, I just learn (Learn, learn)
Can’t rush the greatness, wait your turn (Run, run)
Yeah, slatt

ChillinIt – Ready for the Pain Lyrics

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I’m ready for the pain
I’ve been getting used to it
It’s never gonna change

All I know is facts though
I been getting cash though
Girl if I die, go to heaven with a Range and an LV suit
With the kush up in the boot
And a rose gold bust down heavy with a chain
Yeah I’d give it all back, but I’d never be the same

I was feeling stupid, tell me why I do this
I just made a truth with the devil in my brain
Now I’m feeling useless, tell me where the noose is
Still be getting used to the cheddar and the fame
Now I’m trying to do this
Now I’ve got a blueprint, trying to make sure all my breddas getting paid
Pedal to the medal cos the bredda wanna chase
Pedal to the medal with the treble to the bass
I was all music
Got levels to the game
Girl, you know who dis
I just got two gold records to my name
If you wanna talk about money that we blow
Girl, I just blew one seven in a day
If you wanna talk about money that we owe
I can come through brah, settle up the pay
Cooking up something, this recipe cooking
And you know that all of my women gon’ eat

Now when It comes to a festival booking
Yeah I get a quarter milli for the fee
Like, ever since Chillin was born
You thought after thought of the cause of his death
What’d you expect, moment that Chilli was born
He was choking the cord on his neck
Doctor I’m rapping, he started to breathe
Now I get dinner and order the cheque
Now I get women and order the respect
Now I be winning, I’m balling, I’m fresh
Bored on the jet, fly back and visit my mum
We haven’t talked in a sec
Mumma she know, her style she been on the road
She see it all on the net
Double up the prof
Everything I do now
Does it does like a boss
Tell me what you wish for
Never coming easy
And everything in life now is coming at a cost
Fuck, I was going crazy
I was at the club, all the hundreds getting dropped
I was getting faded
Bring it to the tables, coming on the rocks

Sippin on Regal, yeah
Double up shot
This is my people, yeah
Dodging these ops
Fuck all this evil, yeah
Still run from the cops
Still run from the cops
Still run from the cops

Look, now I got money, you couldn’t imagine
Homie this happened, they put me to stage
Homie it’s nothing, yeah fuck all this money
People I love gonna look at my face
You a disgrace, look in the mirror you changed
Wishes they took me away, reefer we spark in Adina apartments
If she’s got the ganga I’m cooking the jay
I still got brothers that cook with the base
I still got brothers that shoot at your frame
You think my brothers aren’t down for this brother
Then brother you making a rookie mistake

Money on shirts, money on jumpers
Money on herb, money on shunters
Money on her, money on youngers
Money on ,my olders, money on my uncles

Like, I don’t do emotion
Homie I was smoking with the bottle inside
I ain’t really coping
I ain’t really focused
I’m caught up with the lie
Swollowing my pride
Now I got a fit little thottie on the side
Now I got Fortay hitting up my line saying pull up cos i’m worried you could die
I told him I’ll be fine
I gotta get the record on the shelf
I’ve been going harder
Ever since karma, gave me a taste of the heaven and the hell
I was going harder
Ever since Larna, took me for a visit seeing Benny in his cell
I just got a phone call from my little bro
Saying big bro i’m just checking on your health
I know you’re not well and I know how you are
You’re never gonna tell
You always checked on me, it’s time your checking on yourself

DigDat – Daily Duppy Lyrics

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Part 1

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
(Free Clips)
Ayy, ayy
(Free S)
Ayy, ayy
(Free Scars)
Ayy

[Verse]
My buj runs black like Chyna
I ain’t got the light like Tyga
Whip that, use no bicarb
I’ll make my man swim, no lifeguard
I was so low, tryna stain me a nine bar
Now I’ve got more green than Hyde Park
They hate on DigDat
First time I grip that I was eleven
DSQ for my denim
Shank on my waist, won’t bend like Beckham
I wanna do his and hers
But I can’t find me a bae
I’m flying away
Like Trap, got paper plans
Fuck them bitches, I gotta get gwop first
TSG tryna put us in vans
If I get nicked, won’t converse
Don’t say it’s here where you got served
Feds might stomp the yard
And if I get nicked, won’t snitch
So I doubt they’ll drop that charge
Monday, my ting from Dubai
And I got one in South, she’s brown (Hmm, peng)
I’m out in the town
My young boy fly it, he’s flying back ’round
And Shankz got best of both
On the M way, let him get shit sold
He’s tryna make ‘caine turn rock
So he might not roll if I get a big show
But broski went O too, put on his sim, made like three
(Ayy, ayy)
I got my ex so I’m vex all the time
I don’t ring back when she’s tex’ing my line
Caught a Section 18 with a fifteen inch
Left that road lock arff
Bro had it out but the ting did jam
Lucky that corn didn’t pop off
Feds at my yard in boots
‘Cause I had super drugs
Now I need some links
I’m not sure, who’s got grub?
And I got a Rolex like Wiley
When the cats bell fast, I’m doublin’
Bro, these teeth ain’t tiny
If we slap one, it’s disturbing London
And she’s still out with her ex
But when we sex, she says she’s mine
Two watches, I don’t know which one tells that time
Remember outside, I was rolling with stones
Tryna beat all this rock
Answer my phone like, “wagwan miss”
I really wanna beat this thot
When I walk past, they flick their weave
Man do jobs like Steve
Deliver O’s, break that prof’, we just eat
Got soft in the pot, just boil it
Grease that dots and oil it
I got slapped with thirteen years
I was thirteen, read that on my toilet
I don’t rate them olders
Hate on me ’cause I’m young and I get it
Mad how I dicked her down
Then I gave her back to her man like, “tek it”
Got hoes tellin’ hoes they’re mine
Then someone’s lying, it can’t be true
(She’s lying)

Part 2

[Verse]
Out late with men in black
Made us wanna be bad boys too
Sent her shop for rizla
Make sure you get two packs and juice
Just got a location, bro I can’t wait ’til I find this yute
Long stick in the whip like Django
Now I’m on the sat nav finding routes
Shankz got rock, he don’t sell herbo
Seven G’s, he’ll do three hundred
I was in OT, never done F
But I still had to work these numbers
And my next door was a Kit-Kat
Telling me I’m too loud like carni
He said, just whisper
Cah you might get caught with the smarties
I ain’t got a wifey, she just bops
Comes ’round and teeths this lingo
Do it up in a microwave, soft
And make sure you open the windows
That man looked like a fed
And I served him, ’til this day, I wonder
Now I’m giving them busy signal
If I get shots on unknown number
Cats on my line get cold feet
So my young boy got shots in his sock
Bro got it in a pot, watch it sizzla
He’s tryna get this pack solid as a rock
Get a invitation, no graduation, can’t be stop
Bro just wanna pop corn, told them, don’t get your party shot
My man ain’t been on nuttin’
And he’s been like that from a youngen