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J Balvin – No Es Justo (English Translation) lyrics

(feat. Zion & Lennox)

[Intro: Zion]
Oh-oh
Uoh-oh-oh
Eh-ieh-ieh, ieh-ieh-ieh, ieh

[Chorus: J Balvin, Zion, Lennox]
When you start dancing
It’s not fair, it’s not fair
And I can feel it in your eyes
You like me, you like me

Playing this song while I’m watching you
If you come near me, don’t stop
And if I say, “You look pretty” over and over again
You like that and you know it

When you start dancing
It’s not fair, it’s not fair (mommy, eh-ieh)
And I can feel it in your eyes
You like me, you like me (¡su, say it Z!)

Playing this song while I’m watching you
If you come near, don’t stop
And if I say, “You look pretty” over and over again
You like that and you know it

[Verse 1: Lennox]
Without you, there’s no nightclub (nightclub)
I’ve already given you so much and you give me so little (give me more)
Of the party, you’re the missing piece (yeah, yeah)
If only you are needed to have a good time

Let yourself go
You’re anxious, I can tell (take it)
I can calm all your desires
If I’m what you need, and you’re the only one missing here
Let yourself go (su)
I can calm all your desires
If I’m what you need, and you’re the only one missing here (mommy)
Aaah

[Chorus: Zion]
When you start dancing
It’s not fair, it’s not fair (eh-ieh)
And I can feel it in your eyes
You like me, you like me

Playing this song while I’m watching you
If you come near, don’t stop
And if I say, “You look pretty” over and over again
You like that and you know it

[Bridge: J Balvin, Zion]
I came to see you again today
I just wanna do it again
And I don’t know what you did to me
I felt like undressing you

I came out to see you again today
I just wanna do it again
And I don’t know what you did to me
I felt like undressing you (Zion, baby)

[Verse 2: J Balvin]
A couple of looks and as if nothing is happening over time
It shortens the distance to have your kisses, which my lips call
It started in desire, it ended in reality

And now come on, you obviously like me
I can feel it from afar
Let yourself go, the atmosphere is good
Follow my plan, I have it in mind

[Chorus: J Balvin, Zion, Lennox]
When you start dancing
It’s not fair, it’s not fair
And I can feel it in your eyes
You like me, you like me

Playing this song while I’m watching you
If you come near me, don’t stop
And if I say, “You look pretty” over and over again
You like that and you know it

When you start dancing
It’s not fair, it’s not fair (eh-ieh)
And I can feel it in your eyes
You like me, you like me

Playing this song while I’m watching you
If you come near, don’t stop
And if I say, “You look pretty” over and over again
You like that and you know it

[Outro: J Balvin, Zion, Lennox]
I came to see you again today
The “Z”
I just wanna do it again
And the “L”
J Balvin, man
Zion, baby
J Balvin, man
And Lennox
Tainy (mommy)
Sky Rompiendo (When you start dancing)
Uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh
Uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh
(When you start dancing)
You’re not leaving here, if you’re leaving, it’ll be with me
(su, su, su, su)
Gaby Music
You’re not leaving here, if you’re leaving, it’ll be with me
You’re not leaving here, if you’re leaving, it’ll be with me (su, su)
You’re not leaving here, if you’re leaving, it’ll be with me (blep)
(When you start dancing)

J Balvin – Noches Pasadas lyrics

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J Balvin – Peligrosa lyrics

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Mkhaliphi – Ngiyabonga Igazi lyrics

Baba ngibong’ umusa wakho
Nothando olwakho lujulile
Wabon’ usizi kimi
Wathumel’ indodana yakh’ ezelwe yodwa
Wabon’ usizi kimi
Wathumel’ indodana yakh’ ezelwe yodwa

Ngiyabonga (Ngiyabonga jesu)
Igazi lemvana elaphalal’ egolgotha (Elgolgotha)
Ngiyalithemba mina (Hayi bo linamandla)
Ngoba lakhul’ umoya wami (Ngiyabonga jehova)
Ngiyabonga (Ngiyabonga jesu)
Igazi lemvana elaphalal’ egolgotha (Elgolgotha)
Ngiyalithemba mina (Hayi bo linamandla)
Ngoba laphilis’ umoya wami (Ngiyabonga jehova)

Baba ngibong’ umusa wakho
Nothando olwakho lujulile
Wabon’ usizi kimi
Wathumel’ indodana yakh’ ezelwe yodwa
Wabon’ usizi kimi
Wathumel’ indodana yakh’ ezelwe yodwa

Baba ngiyabonga ngomusawakho ongenzele wona
Lachithw’ igazi, zahlanzw’ izono
Ngikhululiwe

Ngiyabonga (Ngiyabonga jesu)
Igazi lemvana elaphalal’ egolgotha (Elgolgotha)
Ngiyalithemba mina (Hayi bo linamandla)
Ngoba lakhul’ umoya wami (Ngiyabonga jehova)
Ngiyabonga (Ngiyabonga jesu)
Igazi lemvana elaphalal’ egolgotha (Elgolgotha)
Ngiyalithemba mina (Hayi bo linamandla)
Ngoba laphilis’ umoya wami (Ngiyabonga jehova)

Iggy Azalea – Mo Bounce lyrics

[Intro]
Mo bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, mo bounce
Mo, mo-mo bounce, b-bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house, bounce
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Verse 1]
Bounce like a motherfuckin’ ’64, sick flow
Slick talk, spittin’ that Crisco
Drop that shit like a cholo at the dub show
Can you hit the switch and pick it up and let the world know?
Homie, if you’re broke, oh, no you don’t deserve hoes
All these fake boulders only gettin’ on my nerves though
I just cracked a 40, now I’m sippin’ out the straw slow
Little bit of ratchet, little boujee, you should all know
Everybody got opinions, yeah, like assholes
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout those, ’cause they assholes
We just came to party, party, party, what you came for?
Make, make the neighborhood bounce to this

[Pre-Chorus]
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

[Verse 2]
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, yeah, bounce it
Puff the lah or get high off the contact
Call the law, we gon’ make sure we come back
Fallin’ off, we ain’t ever been about that
Hundred spokes spinnin’ on a chrome rim
I got a feelin’ that tonight we gon’ be goin’ in
I’m with a few bad bitches and some grown men
With the ice so cold, I feel like I’m Snowden
I feel like I’m rollin’, but the whole place geeked up
It’s gettin’ hot in here, down to my wife beater
But you ain’t gotta worry, we ain’t dangerous
We came up
Make, make the neighborhood bounce to this

[Pre-Chorus]
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

[Bridge]
Mo, m-m-mo bounce, blazin’ up
Backyard, back, b-b-b-bumpin’
Backyard bumpin’, the block get loud
Mo, m-m-m-mo bounce
Backyard, backyard b-bumpin’
Backyard bumpin’, the block get loud

[Pre-Chorus]
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce

SEVENTEEN – CALL CALL CALL! lyrics

Moshi seka seka seka seka seka seka seka seka sekai wo teki ni shi tatte
Maji giri giri giri giri giri giri giri made bokura wa zutto issho
Kimi no koto wo donna toki demo mamoru yo (Ha!)
Dare ga nante iou to (sugu iku yo)

Mai peesu na kanji de mata
Mendokusai onegai nara
Aa sekkachi sekasu no iya da
Mou kondo wa yaranai kara

Mondai nandai darake demo Yeah
Donna toki mo mikata sa (sugu iku yo)

Rifujin to sutoresu ni hasamarete yarusenai yo ne
Tsukarehate sono mune ga panku panku shisou nara

Ohh!
Ima sugu denwa shite Yeah
Ah Yeah (ima sugu ni)
Narashite yo tamerawanaide
Yonde mite Yeah
Baby (sugu iku yo)
Doko e demo boku ga hashiru kara

Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Chirin chiriin
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Chirin chiriin
Chirin chiriin

Chirin chiriin
Chirin chiriin
Chirin chiriin
“moshimoshi”

Mou sokkou ai ni yukou
Now soko made kaketsukeyou
Mou nakanaide chokkou suru
BABY soba ni iru yo

Shippai omoiokoseba
Nigedashitai demo, However
Aa nandemo nayamikomeba
Mou nukenai hora Forever

Mondai nandai darake demo Yeah
Donna toki mo mikata sa (sugu iku yo)

Kakaeteru modokashisa boku ni zenbu hanashite hoshii
Mune no naka kara ni shite egao ni naru made

Ohh!
Ima sugu denwa shite (Yeah)
Ah Yeah (ima sugu ni)
Kikasete yo kimi no koe wo
Aitai yo (Yeah)
BABY (aitai yo)
Hanashite yo boku ni nanimo kamo

Yeah yoru mo asa mo
Yeah kimi dake Everyday
Omotteru yo SEVENTEEN

Boku no sumaho batterii kireru kurai
Call me! Call me! Call me!

Ohh!
Ima sugu denwa shite Yeah
Ah Yeah (ima sugu ni)
Narashite yo tamerawanaide
Yonde mite Yeah
Baby (sugu iku yo)
Doko e demo boku ga hashiru kara

Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Chirin chiriin
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Chirin chiriin
Chirin chiriin

SEVENTEEN – Lean On Me -Japanese Ver.- lyrics

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SEVENTEEN – Love Letter -Japanese Ver.- lyrics

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SEVENTEEN – HIGHLIGHT -Japanese Ver.- lyrics

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SEVENTEEN – 20 -Japanese Ver.- lyrics

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X Ambassadors – JOYFUL lyrics

[Verse 1]
Doctors’ notes, swingin’ votes, but I can’t decide
If I stay here much longer, surely will die
Lived a life full of vice, passion and crime
Can’t say I’m perfect, but I certainly tried

[Chorus]
To be joyful, joyful
Joyful and happy, sunny and bright
To be joyful, joyful
Joyful and happy, just being alive

[Verse 2]
No one left, no one except my demons and I
No one to forgive me, I’m running out of time
And it’s up to me to try and meet my fate with a smile
And it might sound silly, but I still will try

[Chorus]
To be joyful, joyful
Joyful and happy, sunny and bright
To be joyful, joyful
Joyful and happy, just being alive

[Bridge]
Joyful, joyful
Ooooh, ooooh

[Chorus]
To be joyful, joyful, joyful, joyful
Ooooh, ooooh, oh yeah
Joyful, joyful, joyful, joyful, joyful
I have found my joy
Ooooh

[Outro]
Joyful and happy, sunny and bright

X Ambassadors – Ahead Of Myself lyrics

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself

[Verse 1]
Guess I went ahead and jumped the gun again
Some shitty situation that I put you in
And I know we poured champagne
Maybe we was just too quick to celebrate

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

[Post-Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe

[Verse 2]
Know that I was first to say, “I love you, babe”
Moved my things to your apartment down on 2nd Street
I thought I’d cleaned the slate
But I guess I didn’t clean it all away

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

[Post-Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah baby
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself
I get ahead of myself

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

[Post-Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah baby
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself
I get ahead of myself

X Ambassadors – Don’t Stay lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lately I’ve been thinking
You’ve seen the worst and you’ve seen it in me
I gave you every reason
Every reason to get up and leave

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that there’s times
That you get so tired
And you know I want you to stay

[Chorus]
But don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me
If you got to leave
Do what you need
But don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me

[Verse 2]
Baby, I’ve been thinking
That you’ve been hurt and it’s because of me
Oh woah, oh woah
Baby, my ship is sinking
So don’t go overboard trying to save me

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that there’s times
That you get so tired
And you know I want you to stay

[Chorus]
But don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me
If you got to leave
Do what you need
But don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me

[Bridge]
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah (don’t stay for me)
Oh woah, oh woah (don’t stay for me)
Oh woah, oh woah

[Outro]
Don’t stay for me (don’t you stay)
Don’t stay for me
If you got to leave (if you got to leave)
Do what you need (do what you need)
Don’t stay for me (don’t stay, yeah)
Don’t stay for me (don’t you stay)
Don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me (don’t you stay)
Don’t stay for me
Don’t stay for me

X Ambassadors – Happy Home lyrics

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X Ambassadors – Hold You Down lyrics

[Chorus]
Be the last one standing, when the lights go out
When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down
Be the last one standing, in the faceless crowd
When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down
I will still hold you down

[Verse 1]
Hurricane eyes on fire
No [?]
Three seeds to the wind
Don’t recognize your friend
How he left
So take it from me

[Chorus]
Be the last one standing, when the lights go out
When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down
Be the last one standing, in the faceless crowd
When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down
I will still hold you down

[Interlude]
I will still hold you down

[Verse 2]
So you find yourself chasing angels
Giving in to the worst temptations
When all fell apart, you were with me from the start
So I’ll be there
And I know where you are

[Chorus]
Be the last one standing, when the lights go out
When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down
Be the last one standing, in the faceless crowd
When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down
I will still hold you down

[Interlude]
I will still hold you down
I will still hold you down
I will still hold you down

[Outro]
Hold you down, hold you down

Kanye West – Lift Yourself (Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Amnesty & No I.D.]
Yeah
Hard to see, ooh
The hang-ups we have today-ay-ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said we need to strive for more liberty
Lift yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yeah
Lift yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: No I.D.]
I’ma lift all my niggas off the street
Never been one to just sit back and accept defeat
Everday I wake, I see peace
Man, that’s the only thing we need
That’s the only thing we need
An’ if you love her, get on one knee
If you love her, get on one knee
An’ if you don’t, then let her be, yeah
An’ if you don’t, then let her be
It ain’t her fault that she crazy, yeah, yeah
It ain’t enough accountability, yeah
If you look around you can really see
This country on the top level
Look around and you can see, you can, you can

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Let’s stew ’em, ratatouille
Need to slew it, blue, share the bank
Ascension, my direction, niggas rich [?]
Need the numbers, talk it, do it
Dank as diesel, not denim
Needa hear ’em, needa fax [?]
When we met ’em, Goddamnit
But it ain’t about the [?]
Yeah, it’s ’bout the [?]
Yeah I’m sending love to strangers, opposition, friend, acquaintance
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ be complainin’ when I’m racing in a Veyron
[?] down to skatin’
On vacation in the section
Tip the waiters elevated out the Matrix
They say the best things in life are sporadic
So, shawty, get that ass ’cause we ’bout to get active
I’m tryna get behind you like a pastor
So glad she gave me [?], my pockets ain’t [?]
Felatio fantastic, these bands on me elastic
Immaculate, a nigga off the wall, Michael Jackson
I’ve had it with niggas cappin’ on my like I can’t go
An’ my life fucked up like Chato’s
Ohh, yeah

[Interlude: Kanye West, Amnesty & Kid Cudi]
Hard to see, ooh (Lift yourself, lift yourself)
The hang ups we have today-ay-ay
[But they don’t really realize, though
Said we need to strive for more liberty
This next verse, this next verse though
Lift yourself up on your feet
These bars
Lift yourself up on your feet
Watch this some shit, go

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop
Poop, poop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop

Montana of 300 – The Crow Lyrics

I get it crackin’ like eggs I’m Yeshua back from the dead
I could turn any thought into bread
I’m no Christian but I got the Edge
It gets cold when I slide like a sled
When I do so no needle and thread
Bullets flippin’ up better hit heads
Turn a coffin into your new bed
I’m hip hop’s Stephen King of Westcraven
Gotta be on my paper no gradin’
Gotta bring ’em that message like ravens
Every struggle I went through was trainin’
Every loss there’s a lesson I’m gainin’
Can’t be scared to get wet when it’s rainin’
We can’t grow if we don’t let the pain in
Don’t make excuses and don’t do no blamin’
Everyone thinks the truth’s on the canvas
But only the creator could paint it
Bitch that means only God could explain it
Wanna meet him I’ll make some arrangements
Niggas act like it’s war that they cravin’
Until I come and do an invasion
If you real say that shit to my face
And not behind my back like an apron
When I see you don’t do no explainin’
Make you eat every word you was sayin’
I just wanna see what you was thinkin’
So you already know how I’m aimin’
Point it at his head and then strike him down
Make his ass eat a light like he Raiden
Put a part in his top like it’s braidin’
When that clip hit his top he ain’t shavin’
I’m a boss, bitch I do what I choose to
Bitch I been turned like a loose screw
I don’t sell drugs but I used to
I been the connect before bluetooth
I get top from your boo in a new coupe
I could rap I look good I could shoot too
I draw when it’s sketchy plus my shooters ready
To pull that bitch out like a loose tooth
They gone edit don’t care about who’s who
Tell your kids they gon’ cry when they lose you
Put they pa on the TV like Blue’s Clues
Murder scene when we shootin’, no news crew
Bunch of blood on his shirt that ain’t prune juice
I just made his designer say suwoop
Now he need a casket and new suit
Wet him up in the morning like Fruit Loops
I got God up inside of me
Go tell the devil that I am the hottest commodity
Loyal to the Lord without a havin’ a thought of a heaven
He didn’t have to promise me
In my country my president’s prejudice
Them devils do not believe in equality
Never compromisin’ with poverty
Don’t play games with your money, Monopoly
Get a check and invest in some property
Always leave with that steel like a robbery
Fuck everyone’s feelings don’t do sugarcoatin’
It ain’t no substitute for honesty
Ever wonder if Jesus is scared
Or he got the balls to pop up like the lottery
And if God’s so forgiving
Then would he be willing to accept the devil’s apology
I know I’m a blessing I don’t come in second
My flow is from heaven, my soul is protected
This rapper’s gifted and what I’ma give to you is out of the box
Like you opening presents
Me and hip hop like Hulk Hogan and wrestling
Can’t hustle too long, gotta know when to exit
Started off trappin’ and turned it to rappin’
It’s FGE, we the new No Limit Records
Got dough with my bros off the dope I was sellin’
Had hoes gettin’ naked, got throat like a necklace
Some homies got jealous didn’t know I was destined
Only Lord knows, with that pole I was reckless
We stopped what I’m doin’ like hold up a second
No PlayStation game, I was loading that tech in
My opps caught them bullets with no interception
I shot the crap out ’em like rolling a seven
I got the key to the door
Remember when I used to sleep on the floor
No eskimo but I pack heat in my coat
It ain’t no better feeling than bein’ awoke
Acknowledging God is the reason I’m dope
Make ’em fiend for the flow that make demons get ghost
He ain’t on my level so pray for the devil
For he is the sinner that needs it the most

Montana of 300 – Left Me in the Rain Lyrics

[Chorus: Montana of 300] x2
She tried to run game (oh nah) told that bitch it’s over
She found her a lame (spendin’ loot) he be trickin’ on her
But don’t fuck the same (way I do) shit feel different don’t it
Left me in the rain (yeah) came back drippin’ on her

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
Check out my drip step up out the whip
Gucci on my kicks I’m in my bag
Like I’m eating chips she used to be my dip
Cold as ice but that bitch ain’t that slick
And I ain’t no [!] I had to roll
She went behind my back like I set a pick
Now she sick Bayless just like Skip
And she need a fix while he tricks
She sends naked pics she must miss this dick
I ignore her now she hurt she pissed
‘Cause it wasn’t worth the risk
You had your shot blew it like a crip now miss me like a brick
Now you spyin’ all on my Instagram
I’m drippin’ sauce you see me shinin’
You miss the way I taste you miss the way I used to slide in
Kissin’ lickin’ suck all on her titties while you ride it
Lay you on your stomach and go crazy from behind it
Feelin’ on your booty like R. Kelly bumpin’ grindin’
But we can’t rewind it
I’m the truth like confessions I came clean
Have the drip show that what the rain bring
Had to cut that bitch off tryna gangrene
You get dick but bitch it ain’t the same thing

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
Watch out I’m the shit, might have an effect on yo bitch
Aye, just like a pick, thought I was a lick
Said that she had my back realized that bitch wasn’t shit
No [!], she thought that I was gone slip
And it’s not a diss bet that she miss
What I used to do for baby like I’m the one that got [!]
Fuck her brains out fuck her brains out
Didn’t make no sense, on social media
Blowing up all of my pics I could tell she miss the dick
[!]
[!]
Thinkin’ I’m tweakin’ got me feelin’ like Wayne
Bitch got me misunderstood
Cut that bitch off, I know you see it was simple
Now it’s fuck her like a nympho, we used to fuck
No Chris Brown, switch up the tempo
Let her ride me like a rental, [!]
Break her back like a pencil, beat that pussy instrumental
Thinkin’ she had me, thought she had the game
All that bitch got was a demo, found her a lame
Trickin’ if he got it, [!] need to stop it
I got different options, had her on cuffs call me Thompson
Now that shit dead, unresponsive
She keep on callin’, I keep on pressin’ ignore
I fuck around I might block her, don’t do no pop-ups
I’m not your daddy or poppa
Shit got too hot so I dropped her, aye

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Show Me Your Love Lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
I like that song
You talkin’ ’bout, um
[?], right
No, you don’t understand me
I just don’t want you to leave me

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me)
That got love for a thug (love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah
I’ma run this money up with you
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do
I’ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Verse 1]
They can’t see up in my tension
Why you all up in my business?
I can show you how to get it
Just show me your intention
Like a [?] of drugs, I flip it
Just tell me where to ship it
Feelin’ like [?] packs comin’ through the mail
I done made a whole lot of benjis
Heard ’em say that they ain’t feelin’ me, nigga
Wanna beef and I’ma go and [?] at them niggas
Bet you knowin’ that I live like fuck them niggas
Don Dada, it ain’t shit for to touch them niggas
Got a show for a check, gotta rush to get it
Northside in the slums, I be thuggin’ lil’ nigga
YoungBoy fucked up, I don’t trust these niggas
Fuck them, me and you we could go and get it
Covered up in Gucci ‘fore we hit the block hold on, cut on my song
When I pass through the north, let the window down
Out the door, cuttin’ up, show ’em how I’m strong
I already know I wanna fuck when we pass by time and we make it home
If you already know I don’t play around
You could take your clothes off and turn around

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah (ooh)
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win (ooh)
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (let me see that you love)
Let me feel that you love (feel your love)
You show me, girl (yeah)
That got love for a thug (got love for a thug)
Before we stay down, we go up (yeah)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah
I’ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too (I am)
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do
I’ma show you all what a brick do
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

[Verse 2]
Slow down, yeah (slow down)
Bitch, you better not panic when it go down (when it go down)
Had to tell my mama I’m ten toes down (forever)
But you know I keep a gun every time that I road run
Bet you already knowin’ how I come, I don’t stand down
And you know I’ma die if them niggas play ’round
Hide from the cameras, I ain’t goin’ outside
In my face girl, you better not tell no lies
I’ma leave like I’m wrong even though I’m right, yeah
Money comin’ fast and slow (and slow)
Pass by time, we go (we go)
Well, you never know (oh)

[Chorus]
Hop in your Benz, yeah (skrrt)
The money be callin’ again and again and again
Don’t wanna do nothin’ but win (nothin’ but win, yeah)
Startin’ to think that I’m movin’ too fast again and again
Told me you love (told me you love)
Show me your love (show me your love)
Let me see that you love (let me see it)
Let me feel that you love (let me feel your love)
You show me, girl (show me, girl)
That got love for a thug
Before we stay down, we go up (up)
Ain’t no limit inside of this world, yeah (ah)
I’ma run this money up with you (I can)
Tell me go in, I’m [?] too (I am)
You don’t do the shit that a bitch do (yeah)
I’ma show you all what a brick do (a brick do)
Come and hop in the whip when I slide through (skrrt)
Trap house [?] that’s a drive through (drive through)
Got that money comin’ in all different ways
Feelin’ like I’m from [?]

Montana of 300 – FGE Cypher 7 Lyrics

[Verse 1: $avage]
Yeah
Cypher 7, you niggas know the fuckin’ routine
Mob
Coming up I had it rough, yup every night I used to pray
I was tryna do it big, all a nigga had was faith
My bro in the cage, fightin’ for us like no MMA
Free the real, when they come home it’s a holiday
No it ain’t no MILF, when this fuckin’ .40 pop a pussy
I ain’t drinking on no milk, but I smoke a lotta cookies
I just came in the game, ballin’ on ’em like a rookie
Shorty see me shining, she blew on me like I fuck with Tookey
Money, drugs, and murder, I come from Peoria nigga
And I’m not Sean Livingston but I’m a warrior nigga
She thick and she bad as fuck, give me neck like I’m Dracula
Come through with this .50 spittin’ it’s gon’ be a massacre
Clapping at you like a graduation once I cap ’em up
Smoke a nigga like a session I ain’t even pass the blunt
Shooting at you like directors since you niggas acting tough
Now it’s ambulances backing up with bags to pack you up
Ain’t no question how I’m rocking we the fucking trending topic
If it’s beef, CP3, how I’m shooting with the rockets
FGE, taking off, while you haters sitting watching
Hit his teeth, with the iron like I’m golfing, get a coffin bitch

[No Fatigue: Verse 2]
FGE shit man, ha
‘Tigue in this bitch
I been grinding, feel like Weezy, I got money on my mind
You know that I play to win, like it’s money on the line
I’m not taking disrespect, all this shit gon’ get correct
Know some niggas cut like chess get X’d and boxed you look connect
Watch me ball just like a scout, on anyone who gon’ doubt
I know I’m gon’ make it out, I make all my haters pout
Some of my niggas move pillows like they tryna fix the couch
Soon as they get that shit in, you know they gon’ get it out
Tried to tell ’em we don’t play, that’s what’s tried and they failed
Watch these niggas, they not real, they not built for this, they frail
Bring that bullshit, and we sprayin’ tryna clear the smell
Y’all be the ones 12 that’s singing like 112
Smart and cute with a nice body, not for hogging couldn’t pass it
She was wanted just like Angela Jolie I gotta have it
Used to fuck her lost connection now shit lagging guess shit happen
Beat that pussy up, we go pound for pound we not dapping, uh
Every beat I touch, I murder, I know the feelin
Fans know when I’m on beast, like O’Neal I shall kill
No sirens got a clear path headed to the top
Pussy nigga might foul but he know that free shot
Ball in this bitch no blender bottle
Gotta thick bitch gon’ bend then swallow
I told bro we can’t give up, I don’t quit just like Apollo
Creed, I know I ain’t perfect I’m a sinner like MB but
I still pray everyday, and not just for me

[Verse 3: Talley of 300]
Yeah, Talley
FGE shit
Look, aye, going down they throat again
If they hate watch ’em swallow it hard
I’m gifted as a holiday card
These niggas sweeter than holiday heart
Bitch I been the truth, and gon’ be either when I meet God
I don’t speak watch the bodies I crop
But don’t get put in that closet it’s dark
So much shit follow my heart, had the heart in it
That’s spending they worth won’t get caught in it
I need everything blessed when I’m crossing it
So I searched for God’s power and harnessed it
Faith boosting me up like a starter kit
Said your word was the sword so I sharpened it
Now my verse is so worth you could auction it
I collect with a blame, but literally
And fuck shit ain’t safe if it’s near to me
I’m down to die for who’s dear to me
Hard for me to cry but it’s tears in me
Theres no fear in me, for every fuck nigga hearing me
I drive with that steel like I’m Harry B
And I pop it like a pill in me
So full of rage, I cage it
Only God knows how amazing
Don’t be a John Doe I’ma blaze him
He in church only Jesus could save him
I guess it’s with the beat when I take him
Wanna play it ain’t free I’m a gamer
Like 2K no 2 3 when I fade him
Put that lead in his sheets and erase him
Now back to that paper, aye
Like schooling nigga, and I been on my A game
I don’t know where you been nigga
I go hard as the freight train, I get shit moving nigga
Don’t think like I slang ‘cain
How your bitch tryna move in nigga
And I stay fly as a crane, high as Mariah could sing
And I like my dollars the same
So you know I’ma grind to the grave
Go axe if I slide, if I bang
Bet my city won’t lie on my name
Even though they know how I behave
They don’t know we got bodies for days
Rahhh!

[Verse 4: Montana of 300]
Pray For The Devil right on schedule they can’t get me off his heels
Rap God bitch and yes I get paid for the flow no water bill
My shit been ill as coughing, still I’m on the road not off a pill
Don’t even start I’ll squeeze and spark Steven Seagal I’m hard to kill
I’m known to blow you all to chill get turned to fire Marshall Bill
Then you’ll know what I talk was real, and how inside a coffin feel
And niggas know how I’m shooting, you don’t want smoke like I’m Reggie
Let’s keep it G, you don’t want beef, you don’t want me like a deli
I hope you ready when I slide up on your ass like a wedgie
Come out the cut no machete, this bitch gon’ blow like it’s Becky
I’m godly with the bars, like the lord was my celly
I’m ’bout my cake Little Debbie, these rappers know they ain’t ready
They just my sons and right now I’m babying ’em like a belly
They say Montana got this bitch on lock but I ain’t R. Kelly
Im cooler than Uncle Jessie, known to snap Fonzarelli
You see the drip like I’m sweaty, you wanna jacket no Pelle
I made it happen with music, pour some strings like a cello
If you want war then I’m gon’ draw like Triple G and Canelo
I’m bringing heat like a kettle, yo ass is grass like a metal
You know my metal to put niggas in the dirt like a shovel
I’ll take you there like a shuttle, and take your soul like a pedal
Came out the hood not the ghetto and he thought he seen the Devil
I shot him in both of his thighs and the knee like Carmelo
I had him shaking like Jell-o then took his top off, LaMelo
Squa!

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Snitch Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? (Oh)
We all got them trials and tribulations (slatt)
We all got a lotta niggas hatin’
But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
You hear me? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bitch I really be rappin’, all my niggas really be trappin’
You hear me? But tell me what’s the difference though

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (Ben)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (again)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (can it get)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)

[Verse]
I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
Heard these niggas want it, grab the gutter, time to roll (skrrt)
Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see ’em (bow, bow, bow)
MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear ’em (pew, pew)
Bitch we really steppin’, he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
‘Til that nigga die open fire every time I see him
Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon’ get ’em though
Every day I’m runnin’ with some hittas straight up out that four
Really big B livin’, sellin’ drugs right up off the porch
Play ’round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin’ choke
‘Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
I want a nigga for to take it from me
I heard these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
They know that we stay ’bout whatever (yeah)
If he play then you know we gon’ stretch him (yeah)
I’m runnin’ with some cold steppers (steppers)
They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
Say he gon’ rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (yeah)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (yeah)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (ooh)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra)

Montana of 300 – Lambo Lyrics

[Intro]
All she do is get cash like a fuckin’ check
And make ’em take it out like a fuckin’ ref

[Chorus]
She got her dough up, yeah she got her dough up
She got her dough like a Lambo
And you know how we rockin’, you ain’t from the bottom
You probably wouldn’t understand though
Whenever she dance though, they letting bands go
She pick it up off the damned floor
Then she bring it to daddy then sit on my pipe like a bike
And she ride with no hands though
She like to ride with no hands
She like to she like to ride with no hands though
I make her come fast like a Lambo
She like to ride on my dick like a Lambo
She like to ride with no hands
She like to she like to ride with no hands though
So when we get done countin’ these bands though
She gone ride daddy dick like a Lambo

[Verse 1]
She poppin’ that pussy she poppin’ that pussy
Like she got unlimited ammo
Ass perfect and fat and she twerking
It’s cappin’ she workin’ at Magic Orlando
Her family be trippin’ because she be strippin’
But really they don’t understand though
How shorty be workin’ that pole
Is like watching Beethoven up on the piano
Me and shorty got one thing in common (What’s that?)
We got money off the damn floor
I let her wear my bandana
Then came out that water
Bustin’ like I’m Rambo
These bitches be on me I’m looking like money
They want [!]
Got these bitches wonderin’ if that’s a dick print
Or a gun in my pants though
I am not with the flaugin’, no camo
I’m in my bag like I sack race
You say you gone ride but you all caps
I’m deletin’ your type like a backspace
She droppin’ that ass like it’s heavy
She make my D jump like a [!]
We cut no machete, step in with that strap
No Giuseppe, been saucing on ’em like spaghetti
I ball out like Fetty

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Shorty’s a keeper, she shake that ass like a seizure
Come home and blow like a speaker
Blowin’ like reefer, cold with the top like a freezer
She know all my spots like a cheetah
She throw it back, I catch it like a receiver
She like me ’cause I go deeper
She follow my lead
We been on the same track like a feature
Might have to lick her like tequila (woo, woo!)
That’s my lil’ baby she say that she love it
Whenever I FaceTime and call her
That pussy be drippin’ it’s water
When we be fuckin’ she let me record her
I got good D I’m a baller
Titties ‘n ass in this bitch like Tha Carter
I’m in the walls like a charger
Shorty ride me ’til I bust like a charter
Her sauce on infinity pussy [!]
Titan, no she’s not from Tennessee
Her co-workers feelin’ me but she ain’t worried
She schoolin’ them bitches, assembly
‘Cause she like [!] bounce like a pogo
Shorty go down and come up like a yo-yo
Go nuts like a low blow
Just like a locksmith
My baby gettin’ to that dough, though

Montana of 300 – Undertaker Lyrics

I put in that work young nigga livin’ his dreams
I came out them trenches like Sting
Remember them days when I used to sit on them swings
And watch niggas dealin’ to fiends
They served to my mama wish I had a burner to pop ’em
You don’t know the feeling it brings
I feel like the Hulk I used to have rips in my jeans
But I had to get to the green
I swallowed the odds, because I’m anointed with God
The devil can’t get in between
Gripping my chrome while I sit on my throne
Tell them niggas come on ain’t no killin’ the king
You’ll die in the summer for talking that shit in the spring
So fall down like you sipping that lean
If you ain’t from here you the visiting team
You gon’ leave in a stretcher ain’t no limousine
Brace yourself for the truth it may hurt a bit
The good thing about pain is you learn from it
Make sure your desire survives through the fire
The disappointment and discouragement
Better move like you know what your purpose is
Never say die, learn to fly through that turbulence
Stop placing the blame you say it’s God’s
But really you don’t know whose word it is
Gotta know who the serpent is know they oppress us
That bitch got more game than a tournament
In the church is the prayer from your preacher
That’s program gets paid to perform at the services
If it ain’t ether cancel it verses ain’t tampered with
Rap god and my word is permanent
I pack heat in my head like a perm in it
So you know how I roll like a percocet
One thing for certain is whoever purchased this
Gone say it’s worth it he murdered it
Don’t forget so we know what we working with
If they try it we riot like Ferguson
Earthquake so I step on your stomping grounds
When it come to my kids I don’t fuck around
Do whatever then I hear they stomach growl
Play with mine you gon’ learn how that thunder sounds
Bitch you better be real good at ducking down
Before you know what it’s like to sleep underground
If you’d like then my .40 could dumb it down
I’m so cold I could cool any summer down
Took my time gave it thought like a chess move
Weigh my options then go make my best move
I do this shit for my fam
I took that shot for my blood like a flesh wound
Never answering questions no press room
Talking foul might get hit with this tech soon
So don’t get me pissed ’cause I’ll go do that shit
And then go wash my hands like a restroom
Give your bitch the business like a manager
Pussy pink beat it up ’til it’s lavender
How I fuck she gon’ think he was amateur
I don’t smoke I don’t drink I got stamina
I’m a boss I got all of the sauce
So these hoes in my face want a taste like a sampler
Tell my haters they not my of caliber
I get checks on you squares like a calendar
Bitch I ate off the web no tarantula
Dragon spit now I’m rich as a Lannister
I am killing all rappers it’s massacre
When I drop yo’ Baywatch like she Pamela
Better get out or dodge I ain’t talkin’ ’bout cars
When I tell you I’m whippin’ all challengers
I held onto the Lord and I felt the support
Every step of the way like a banister
Life’s a bitch but I know how to handle her
I stay strapped down to ride like a passenger
And I’m good with the mop and if I spot a opp
I hop clean on his ass like a janitor
So you better wise up ’cause it’s overdue
Be a fan of reality know the truth
Go look far and look deep like an ocean view
But be cautious when they cannot show you proof
When it seems like it’s hell that you going through
And them devil’s demons got a hold of you
Gotta let ambition take control of you
Watch God open that door and then show for you
So just embrace the pain
And smile in the face of the rain
When them clouds coming over you
And watch who you selling to, not only that, man
You gotta watch who’s on that boat with you
And if they didn’t roll with you
Don’t let them roll with you
Listen, I do not mean smoke with you
And it don’t mean a nigga won’t snitch
Just because he was broke with you
And he would blow for you
I’ve seen niggas tell on they homies
Just ’cause they’d feel better
If it was the both of you
And yeah, you love your family and friends
But sometimes it’s important
To let them hear no from you
I stay ready whenever I’m rolling through
When a snake has no options he’ll go for you
Rap god I’m goat to you, bringing that dope to you
You niggas wish that I wrote for you
Started rapping with bro like I’m Outkast
Do a show then I feed my account cash
I came up off the floor like a bounce pass
So don’t call me unless it’s about cash
I’m fucking eating no Ramadan
I fucked a Muslim on Ramadan
I was trapping wasn’t working no nine to five
The pizza I was selling wasn’t no Papa John’s
Selling with my niggas like I’m a star
Guns and drugs was the shit that we idolized
I stay ready to blow and this shit not for sure
Bitch I fire up this pole then I’m popping mine
No talking no sparking there’s blood everywhere
So you already knowing what’s popping, slime
I’ll teach you a lesson with my Smith & Wesson
Boy, don’t make me take you to Columbine
Y’all know how I’m rocking
My rocket got 34 haters
I’m Hakeem Olajuwon
When I slide I’ma blow like a hockey ref
Put his ass in the box if he out of line
Rap god the phenomenon God is my confidant
I’m way too smart to run out of lines
You’ll never see me like Conor McGregor vs. Mayweather in the octagon
I just take names like a dotted line, then go kill everyone I could find
Niggas don’t wanna see me like father time, pulling up in that van like a soccer mom
Sliding drums in my guns when it’s choppa time, then I let that bitch sing like it’s Chaka Khan
My K waving hello, I stay with the metal, was raised in the ghetto
I ain’t finna settle, I came here to bless you
Let’s pray for the devil, he ain’t on my level

[Outro]
Moment of silence, let’s pray for the blind
Someone you never met is who made up your mind
See the way you designed, ain’t the way of the wise
And the way you designed, ain’t the way to survive
It’s either one of two things
Jesus Christ ain’t ever coming or he just like taking his time
Told you earthlings to obey your earthly master
Boy, you don’t see the hate in the lies?
And to fear him and tremble as if he was Christ
That ain’t godly that’s Satan disguised

Montana of 300 – Chase a Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

[Verse 1]
Started with a dream, now I swear to God I’m winning
I come from the bottom, nigga, look how my pockets sittin’
$50,000 in ’em, been chasing that bag since a youngin’
Cops and robbers, nigga
We chase a bag, yeah, we make ’em mad, yeah
We all lit around this bitch laser tag yeah
I count my blessings twice before I bless the mic
I check a bag yeah like I’m catching flights
I’m in my bag right now, I think they mad right now
See I was running round wild, could have fouled out
Ooh child, things are gonna get a little easier
Had to fix the antenna so the TV worked
Invested with the money off the weed he served
From the bottom had to grind ’til everything reversed
Word

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

[Verse 2]
Life’s way too short to take a break I had to make a way
Didn’t wait for nothing, I got shit done
Fuck niggas can’t relate
I sold more zips to niggas in the ‘hood than Bathing Ape
I got that swag I’m in my bag just call me Jake The Snake
They talk that shit but show respect
When we meet face-to-face
Might teach they ass about subtraction when I take away
From the bottom like some roots
Yeah me and God been in cahoots
My mama told me lock shit down
I said I will just like a boot
I’m like 2Pac I got the juice
And bitch I got more kicks than Bruce
I’m in Balmain bitch fuck a suit
I slide LVs all through my loops
I’m fresh as hell I’m bustin’ moves
Gettin’ to dough just like a coupe
I been had hoes like I was Luke
Your hoe wanna blow me like a nuke
She said she’ll blow me like some soup
I told her blow me like a flute
Then she blew on me like I’m Duke
Gave me top just like a roof
If you want beef that’s on my daughter
Like Kyle Korver I’ma shoot
This rapper smoke shit like he Snoop
Then get right back to the loot

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

Eazy-E – Real Compton City G’s Lyrics

[Intro]
Compton, Compton, Compton
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Hey yo, Doctor, here’s another proper track
And it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real stuff provoke
See, you’s a wannabe ‘loc, and you’ll get smoked, and I hope
That the fans understand when you talk about sprayin’ me
The same records that you makin’ is payin’ me
M–f– Dre! M–f– Snoop! M–f– Death Row!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
‘Cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real Compton city G’s in
You’re like a kid, you found a pup, and now you’re dapper
But tell me, where the hell you found that anorexic rapper?
Talkin’ about who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot
You’re only sixty pounds when you’re wet and wearin’ boots
(Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy’s payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So, sucka please, suck please
Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Verse 2: Dresta]
Every day it’s a new rapper claimin’ to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a girl but portray the role of gangsta
Ain’t broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the brother and you’ll capture
The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of homies in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who’s a witness to your damn work?
So you never had no bid’ness, so save the drama, jerk!
Brothers straight kill me, knowin’ that they pranksters
This is goin’ out to you studio gangstas
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many brotherss can vouch that
And since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But brother like you, I gotta hate ya
‘Cause I’m just tired of suburbia brothers
Talkin’ about they come from projects
Knowin’ you ain’t seen no parts of the streets, G
I think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin’ khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little — tried to sag, but you’re floodin’ at the same time
And your set don’t accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
‘Cause you know they don’t respect ya
So, brother please, brother please
Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s

[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
Well, it’s the Knocc Out, definition “Original baby gangsta”
Approach me like you hard, little busta, I’ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my damn shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you’re dealin’ with some real ass brothers
G’s, fools please, don’t try to step
See if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See, young brotherss like me will break you off somethin’
Claimin’ my city — but Dre, you ain’t from Compton
Suckers like y’all is what I call wannabes
And ain’t shit compared to real Compton city’ G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
I never met a O.G. who never did nothing wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, sucka, it’s on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that y’all hoggin’ it
Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy’s —
Beatin’ up a bitch don’t make you it, but then again
Some niggas think it makes a man
Damn, it’s a trip how Dre could switch so quick
From wearin’ lipstick to smokin’ on — at picnics
And now you think you’re bigger
But to me you ain’t nothin’ but a track-ass busta
That ain’t worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin’ treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant’s directions
Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don’t step to real Compton city G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now: Eazy Duz It

Guns N’ Roses – Bad Obsession Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can’t stop thinking
Thinking about sinking
Sinking down into my bed
I call my mother
She’s just a cunt now
She said I’m sick in the head
She said, “You ain’t special
So who you fooling?
Don’t try to give me a line”

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t stop thinking about seeing you one more time
Oh, no
But I already left you and you’re better off left behind

[Chorus]
It’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
It’s always messing my mind
It’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
It’s always messing my mind

[Bridge]
Too bad
You’re fucked up

[Verse 2]
I used to be wasted
Always tried to take it
Take it down into my vein
I call the doctor, he’s just another
He said I’m sick in the brain
He said, “You ain’t special
So who you foolin’?
Don’t try to give me a line”

[Pre-Chorus]
But I can’t stop thinking about doing it one more time
Oh, no
But I already left you and you’re better off left behind
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Aw, it’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
It’s always messing my mind
It’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
It’s always messing my mind

[Bridge]
So bad, boy

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Bridge]
It’s a
It’s a
Heads up

[Chorus]
It’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
It’s always messing my mind
It’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
It’s always messing my mind

[Pre-Chorus]
But I can’t stop thinking about doing it one more time
Oh, no
But I already left you and you’re better off left behind
Oh, oh, oh no

[Outro]
It’s a bad obsession
It’s always messing
But I already left you and you’re better off left behind
Maybe you’ll do better next time, punk

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Get Right Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Get right

[Verse 1]
Had to zip me a lil nigga, show him I’m official
They said I’m pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I’m retarded, I went put them diamonds in my den
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin’
Shawty got me in my feelings, I can’t get no ass (ass)
Tryna’ blaze, got a man, I ain’t text her back (back)

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad ’cause she sad with no fuckin’ cash (bitch)
I got no cash and she mad ’cause she fuckin’ sad (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol’ titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it a show
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store

[Verse 2]
Brick talkin’ on the job, short with some old niggas
Fo’ nigga, four fifty bands with a cold
Convicted felon posted in the Nawf with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain’t got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil nigga that they talk about
Benz [?] Benz truck, I’m whippin’ out
I could see they never thought we make bitches change their thoughts
With my lil muslim, man we pullin’ up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I’m not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I’ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, one pull up on me, other, head
My bitch right here, can’t speak on that, I know I do that bad

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad ’cause she sad with no fuckin’ cash (cash)
I got no cash and she mad ’cause she fuckin’ sad (fuckin’ sad)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol’ titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store

[Outro]
With my lil muslim, man we pullin’ up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I’m not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I’ma let it blow

Kris Wu – Greenhouse Girl lyrics

Huāfáng gūniáng
Wǒ zǒuguò nǐ de shēn páng
Què fāxiàn shēnbiān de shìwù zǎoyǐ biànle múyàng
Wǒ chōuzhe hěnjiǔ bù chōyou de xiāngyān
Xiǎngzhe nǐ liǎnpáng wǒ yě wàng guo dàhǎi de fāngxiàng
Mí xiāng wǒmen shìfǒyou míshīguò fāngxiàng
Nǚhái nǐ zài yèlǐ shìfǒyou xiàngwǎngzhe yuǎnfāng
Yòyou huòxǔ dúzì zǒyou zài jiē shàng
Xiǎngqǐ nà nián huāfáng de shíguāng
Wǒ què hái zài lùshàng
Wǒ dúzì zǒuguò nǐ shēn páng
Bìng méiyǒyou huà yào duì nǐ jiǎng
Wǒ bù gǎn táitóyou kànzhe nǐ
ō liǎnpáng
Nǐ dài wǒ zǒyou jìn nǐ de huāfáng
Wǒ wúfǎ táotuō huā de mí xiāng
Wǒ bùzhī bù jué wàngjìle
ō fāngxiàng
Nǐ yào wǒ liú zài zhè dìfāng
Nǐ yào wǒ hé tāmen yīyàng
Wǒ kànzhe nǐ mòmò de shuō
ō bùnéng zhèyàng
Wǒ xiǎng yào huí dào lǎo dìfāng
Wǒ xiǎng yào zǒyou zài lǎo lùshàng
Wǒ míngzhī wǒ yǐ lì bù kāi nǐ
ō my girl
Nǐ dài wǒ zǒyou jìn nǐ de huāfáng
Wǒ wúfǎ táotuō huā de mí xiāng
Wǒ bùzhī bù jué wàngjìle
ō fāngxiàng
Nǐ yào wǒ liú zài zhè dìfāng
Nǐ yào wǒ hé tāmen yīyàng
Wǒ kànzhe nǐ mòmò de shuō
ō bùnéng zhèyàng
Wǒ xiǎng yào huí dào lǎo dìfāng
Wǒ xiǎng yào zǒyou zài lǎo lùshàng
Wǒ míngzhī wǒ yǐ lì bù kāi nǐ
ō my girl
Tái qián mùhòyou de guāngmáng
Duǎnzàn de shíguāng
Nàxiē rìzi ràng rén yībèizi nánwàng
Céngjīng de gùshì yěxǔ huì bèi yíwàng
Dàn nàxiē róngyào nǐ yīnggāi dédào
Gǎn wèi jiārén nǐ cónglái bu jùpà
Yǒyou mèngxiǎng jīn wǎn wǒmen dōyou shì lǎo pào er

Kris Wu – 18 lyrics

(feat. Rich Brian, joji, Trippie Redd & Baauer)

Part I
[Intro: Kris Wu]
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, oh it’s a vibe
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, vibe

[Verse 1: Kris Wu]
When I jump into the temple (when I)
Prefer a local mental
Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go
Took a beer I need a 这个beat让你倒地
能力超出你底线
帮助你觉醒
或是打听你的一字一句
都已经到期
都是我玩具
都对我赞许
所以才会把你领地占据
Yeah, like I’m running the game (game)
Don’t you fuck with my fame
Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames
I’m the one and only motherfucker from the East
All them bitches lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace
Gettin’ in my zone (gettin’)
I do this shit alone (I do)
I’m the Yeezus of the East
You need to Watch the Throne (yeah)

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
I’ll be on your labels but I’m still ridin’
Say that I be falling but they see me flyin’
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turnin’
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin’
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
Say that I be fallin’ but they see me flyin’

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]
Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take it on my Leica
And I’m always stacking paper, but my name ain’t Michael
Got a crib in Indo, it’s tall just like the Eiffel
I could get her number if I put it on my right, yuh
God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit
When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain’t gettin’ split
Don’t look like I’m getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs
Man, your bitch is what I say
One day, I saw her and got the kiss
Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air
Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some shit you don’t compare
I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there
She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care
I’m so tired, but my mind is racin’
Fuck with me and see what kinda problems you’ll be facin’
Friday 13th, I make you look like you’re my Jason
Like a damn femur poppin’, just what I’ve been cravin’

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still ridin’
Say that I be falling but they see me flyin’
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turnin’
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin’
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
Say that I be fallin’ but they see me flyin’

Part II
[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexin’ (Pow-pow-pow)
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say why you change
Now they say why you changin’
Yeah, they ask why you’ve changed
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
(Fourteen and Seventeen)
No way, no way, stay the same
Got that purple in my vein
It ain’t hard to feel their pain
While I’m rocking Saint Laurent
Purple body like a Saint
Ooh, big body coupe just like a tank
I’m just swerving, smoking on some dank
I’m just tryna fucking ease the pain
‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain
No I won’t change
No I won’t change
No I won’t change
Yeah, and I promise I won’t change
And I promise I’m the same
Trippie Redd, you know my name
Bitch, they say that I’m insane
I might blow your fucking brain
Bitch, I’m fly just like a crane
Feels like I’m fallin’ off a plane
Feels like I’m fallin’ off a plane
And that bitch got angel wings
And just spitting all these flames
And it just ‘nnihilate the lames
And it annihilate the lames

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexin’ (Pow-pow-pow)
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say why you change
Now they say why you changin’
Yeah, they ask why you’ve changed
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Outro: Joji]
Ooh, call my name
Spit at your feet
‘Cause I’m alone
Don’t call my name
Need some sleep
And sing along

Kris Wu – Wo Xuan Ze De Lu (我选择的路) lyrics

Rénshēng shì chǎng jìshí bǐsài
Liǎng bǎi mài de shísù chōngpò jīngcǎi
Jiùsuàn xià yī miǎo yǒu diǎndiǎn yìwài
Jiāo’ào shì wǒ bù biàn bù miè de zītài
Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Měi gè dòngzuò chéngwéi jiāodiǎn
Wǔtái shàng nà dōu shì fèidiǎn
Wǒ yòng wǒ xuǎnzé de lù
Gěi shìjiè kàn wǒ tàidù
Bù zhuīzhú tǎntú bù zhǔnbèi fúshū
Xuǎnzé yītiáo jiāo’ào de lù

Ràng shìjiè gèng hǎo ràng yīnyuè gèng zào
Ràng wǒmen yīqǐ wéi kuàilè jiān jiào

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Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
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