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A$AP Rocky – Wavybone (feat. Juicy J & UGK) lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
The hustle continues
Gettin’ money is, gettin’ money is
Put your mind to, something you want
Getin’ money is, gettin’ money is
It come true

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gettin’ money is what I do, thought you knew
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I remember all the nights on different corners spittin’ pitchin’ water
Now I’m richer off the shit I thought of
From the home of the richest ballers
I’m Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter
This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered
I went to France and almost got deported
The fans is screaming when I hit the border
I visit Nice like it’s my sisters daughter
Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all
Whore without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order
And do somethin’ different, gettin’ tired of the same old shit
When I’m spittin’ lines, ’bout the section lines, I sit you kids who listen for us
I see prison for us until we pull back, that’s a true fact
Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Candy low slider, I’m a sole survivor
Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I’m keepin’ it liver
Did not envy Joe, I thank fans, talk slow
He think he want a war but he don’t really wanna go
Gettin’ me some head from Sheryl Crow
A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow
You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes
Now I’m puttin’ em on the spot, I give a ho the blues
I’m touchin’ on a cock, I put her on the block
You think I’m startin’ over, bitch I ain’t never stop
Poppin’ the trunk, and testin’ the pills
Don’t give a fuck bout where you’re from
Don’t give a fuck bout how you feel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I’m the best still in this game, I’m rich bitch like Rick James
Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in this game
The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands
Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb
Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me
Hell naw I ain’t cuffin’ ’em I’m a dog just like Snoopy
And when I leave the mall it’s sold out, erryday shoppin’
Taylor gang, blowin’ money, 50,000 on wrist watches
100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin’ off, bitch pack your bags
Bitch I came from hell and nothin’, damn right I have to brag
Try me and I’ll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag
All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don’t lollygag

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Get money is the main reason most people wake up
The root of why most relationships is startin’ break ups
While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup
While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up
It’s an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar
Some is in the streets and some is workin’ blue collar
Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler
Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah
Been like that, ain’t a damn thing change
Money on mind, the red of my brain
Candy paint is gonna drip that stain
Lean on left, the grip of my grain
See ain’t a damn thing change but the weather
So If you ain’t breakin’ bread then we can’t even sit together

[Outro]
Gettin’ money is what I do

A$AP Rocky – Max B (feat. Joe Fox) lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear
One, just year one, I’ve been thuggin’ here, yeah
Whole shit is ours, you in awe, please don’t get involved
This is war, walk around a frame with blaze up in this jawn
Behind prison walls, nigga lickin’ balls, pause
Different cause, stricted laws
Damn if I don’t break up in the mall, prison yard, prison guard
No principal, detention on your friends and all
Commissary missing like your sibling’s paw
Uncle Tom, please don’t make my sentence long
Granted what I did was wrong
Pigs don’t show remorse if you admit it all
Missing ma, hope that she don’t miss the call
Admitted that she’ll never visit, like the hard headed never listen, Lord
So tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to eat?
If the richer’s getting richer, the poor’s growing weak
My brother died up in the streets, may he rest in peace
Niggas got heat like Pusha T, get it cheap
Flacko how you been, where you at? I’ve been kickin’ back
Relax place down my favorite thinking cap, scratch my nigga nack
Hitta chtta chat, this and that, A$AP diplomats
I’m missing Max, wish that they could bring the nigga bigger back

[Hook: Joe Fox]
I wonder, laying in my bed
Am I still too young, am I still too young?
And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
It’s like I lace up my boots and call my troops lately
Traded all my hoodie rap for all my suits lately
I’m 26 but I’ve been living in my youth lately
Pull my wisdom, but I still spit it like my tooth ache me
Duck shots, mother fuck cops, what a blood clarts
All I gots my words and my balls and my one cock
Pause, bug shots fly, my young buck died
Passed away from a stray, from some fake tough guy
Now this the kind of story that should make doves cry
Fuck that, this the story that should make thugs cry
Dry your eyes older sis, held ’em close, watch ’em switch
Gave ’em kiss in the midst of all of this
Ain’t too late to pause or skip…

[Hook (x4)]

[Outro: Joe fox]
Sorry guys

A$AP Rocky – Pharsyde (feat. Joe Fox) lyrics

[Hook 1: Joe Fox (x2)]
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can’t face it all I need is right where I belong

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing
Somebody’s mama’s heart is aching, can’t take it, partly fainted
Found these body parts in awkward places, like apartments, basements
Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces, Harlem’s far too spacious
Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships
To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans
Took off my Mason Martin’s, lay on back like Martha Mason
Smoke away my eye and lung ’til later die at 71

[Hook 2]
I lay down now
This someone’s [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in
I don’t recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising
Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs who bang and never stood a chance
Some boys don’t dance, but left ’em Harlem shaking
On the pavement
And my generation fucked, and my society
Very trippy pages in my diary
It’s the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the high in me
Used to never give a damn now I don’t give a fuck entirely
I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me, it’s gotta be
A whole ‘nother side of me
If you seen the shit that I’d have seen in 26 years of living
That’s how many fucks I’ve given

[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]

[Hook 1]

Linkin Park – One More Light lyrics

[Verse 1]
Should’ve stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep

[Chorus]
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

[Verse 2 ]
The reminders, pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need, oh
And you’re angry, and you should be, it’s not fair
Just ’cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it, isn’t there

[Chorus]
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

[Instrumental + Bridge]
(I do)

[Chorus/Outro]
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do
Well I do

A$AP Rocky – M’$ (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
One time for A$AP Yams
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
What’s this I see? Niggas tryna act like G’s
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It’s a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That’s that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that’s that shit
(You ain’t got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
‘Member, I ain’t ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin’ least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin’ off at least like three phones
Me and Yams made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became myself
I’d like to thank myself because I made myself the man
It’s like lately I ain’t myself
I’d rather hang myself before I play myself
I tell her, “throw on the dress with the pinstripes”
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that’s right
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
Frontin’ like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both
Girls and girls, perpetual
Sippin’ slow, Texas throwed
Comma, I’m about decimals
Chill and get faded
I’m surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky’s the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
Shit, I’m surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded

[Pre-Hook: A$AP Rocky]
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin’ longer
Can’t impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Talkin’ about M’s
Talkin’ bout M’s, nigga, M’s
Make ’em talk about, make ’em talk about M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Make ’em talk about, talkin’ bout M’s, nigga
Talkin’ bout M’s

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
It’s like lately all I ever seem to think about is M’s, nigga
Talkin’ ’bout M’s
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M’s, nigga, talkin’ ’bout M’s
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M’s, nigga, talkin’ ’bout M’s

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Money talk and dogs bark
I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo, brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
I’m outchea, I’m so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
I swear niggas better wear riot gear
Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give ’em diarrhea, oh
I re-up tonight, I’mma be up tonight, cookin’ a key up tonight
Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time
Put a B up, let’s fight, don’t get beat up tonight
Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink
I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes
I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice
That’s that Tina and Ike, got on lean on her price
I don’t cheat on her price
Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
S’what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
I eat seafood and steak
But girl I’mma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
But wait let’s talk about M’s, not about them
I love my BM’s, I love my YM ain’t no more CM
Let’s pluck out the stems, let’s fuck like a nymph
She walk out, she limp, it’s dark and we dim, yeah
We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi

A$AP Rocky – Jukebox Joints (feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West) lyrics

[Hook: Joe Fox]
And I’m a man of my word, that I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I’m a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up
But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I’m fly, you know

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
She the type to seek love and make it everlasting
I’m the type to wake up and say you’re never having
I mean I fucked the girl with hella passion
But it’s cold how we smashing
Left her sleeping on a separate mattress
I think her body makes for better practice
Good excuse for my absence like “Flacko where your ass been?”
Heard you done with fashion, now yo ass is acting
I’m tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive
This ain’t the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging
This that dark house party with this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some mean Huaraches
I’m all alone though, mood music makes me bop slower
Trippin’ on how I shifted pop culture
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops culture
I be damned if I die sober
I’ll be sure to visit Pac for ya

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
And shout outs my pretty women in the spot tonight
Let em see them fuckin’ hands
And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come again
When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls
Cause I be playing with these womens like they’re sex dolls
Call my Prada prior, cause it’s dropping next fall
Don’t you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball
She said, “I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden”
Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats
Dropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin’
That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid
Might add a preacher and a choir to it
I speak the father’s music, hallelujah
Always Strive & Prosper, stupid
Even Montell can’t tell you how he do it
Sit back and watch me do it

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Okay let’s get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking
You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking
They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often
You my son like my last abortion, I’m just laughing off it
I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I’m that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y’all both acting awkward?
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitch
Ain’t nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar
It’s not just model bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea’s from Australia, trips to Venezuela
Cinderella’s under my umbrella for different weather
Ella, ella, ay just play it like I didn’t tell ya
Niggas taking pictures any time we get together
And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds
Only one word I’m afraid of is the “love” word

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
More power to you, more power to you my lonely one
More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
What’s up bruh? That all depends
With friends like you, who needs friends
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it’s your advice
Man remember
Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
Man everything basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle ain’t wanna fuck me with the polo
Ay bitch you missed out, hashtag #Fomo
I got one child, one child
But I’m fuckin’, fuckin’, fuckin’ like I’m tryna make four more
They wanna throw me under a white jail
Cause I’m a black man with confidence of a white male
Hallelujah

A$AP Rocky – West Side Highway (feat. James Fauntleroy) lyrics

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, [gold sweats] down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a [?]
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to [?]
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Thank over, glim fitted start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain’t got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside
Suicides, no sir, hoes get the uber ride
Or we can kiss ’til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap ’til somethin’ come up
Jean really wanna club, I don’t really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun ’til the fun run up

[Pre-Hook: James Fauntleroy]
On the high way to my place, it’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’ in love
Just too much

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]

[Pre-Hook: James Fauntleroy]

A$AP Rocky – Back Home (feat. Mos Def, Acyde & A$AP Yams) lyrics

[Sample]
Gotta find my way back home, I’ve been away to long
Gotta find my way back home, I’m moving…

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords
Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf
Past the racism and fake-ism
Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs
You other rappers mad soft, mad I rap my ass off
They throwin’ mats off, till I go bath salt
On wax, spitting heat to melt the wax off
I’m Mr Miyagi and Issey Miyake
Ass hole flow, fuck name brands, past logos
Now I’m onto grand raps, hands so low, uh
It’s like my fashion style is the life saver
Guess she wasn’t satisfied with titties that Christ gave her
Bragging that her new ass shots is a life changer
Head so good on that girl that I might pay her, or no
Super laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone
Tell them lil’ niggas Flacko home

[Hook]
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Father, Lord forgive me as I load up the semi
Roll through the city, that Joseph is in me
Hold it, don’t load it, reload it
On plenty, any, [?]
That ever voted against me, dissed me
Pissed me off then tried to hold it against me
Or wish we off the worst luck that ever hated
Never hesitated, the designated [?] they did me
You stored in my memory all of the doors that I [?] enemies
Sippin’ holy water like it’s bore from my kidneys
Load the smoke like a chimney, make a toast for the memories
Make a toast for the henny, it’s the best for the remedies
Energy, synergy, frienemies, industries
Finna get advantage on him and his nemesis
Bitches been sniffing
If I, if I ain’t the greatest, bitch I’m one of em
How in the fuck could you front on em
My old ho beefing, my ex wanna be friends
Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace Yams

[Break: A$AP Rocky]
Rest in peace Yams, RIP A$AP Yamborghini
We gon’ take it up town one time
We gon’ take em back, show em how me do
They call me Pretty Flacko ladies and gentlemen
I’d like to introduce Pretty Flacko Sir
Yasiin Bey

[Verse 3: Yasiin Bey]
Magnum spectacular, black man megalas
Shine amethyst, fly champion, it’s like that again
What’s happening? Mathematics master blin’
Flacko season, all day, erryday
Ask me how it’s going, I tell em on and on and on and on and
You led me out to [?]
Steady flowing, staying golden
Sand cover, ready Rover
Flacko glowing in that Owens, that’s how it’s going
Awareness to the areas, familiar with the routes
Travellin man, moving through places space in time
In a country called Earth

[Outro: A$AP Yams]
Nah’mean, these tack ass mah’fucker be in the pictures. Wearing all types of mother fuckin’ red and green stripes, over accessorizing out this mother fucker. We from Harlem, we gave y’all mother fucker this wave. Grab y’all surfboards, cause y’all got your boogy boards ready now. Ya’ll just gon’ keep watching us at the beach show with your mother fuckin’ khaki’s rolled up. Chancletas in your hand and we just gon’ keep surfing in this mother fucker. Straight up. It’s ya boy, A$AP Yams, Yamborghini. Yo Rock man, let these mother fuckers know what it is out this mother fucker. A$AP, bitch!

A$AP Rocky – Fine Whine (feat. Future, Joe Fox & M.I.A.) lyrics

[Hook: Joe Fox]
This love, this love, this love gon’ master it
This love, this love, this love can own our eyes
This love, this love, this gon’ master it
And this love, and this love, and this love gon’ know our

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I think my cup is getting muddy, oh buddy
Is this that punch, drunk, and love it, no buggy?
Eyes bloody when we out in public, I’m hubby, she say she love me
Wasted money on syrup and honey, she think she Duffy
Then I became the druggy, enhance my fame and money
And for your pain and suffering, our time is waiting for me
Expecting pain is from me, but she won’t get a damn thing from me
She just might get a band aid from me, you swear the Benz and these bands ain’t from me

[Pre-hook: A$AP Rocky]
I know I’m a scum bag and now your heart broke
The night is still young, for you to sleep and whine
Slow, slow, slow, for you to sleep and whine
Slow, slow, slow, oh yeah
I know your heart is broken, pick up your wine glass
With your fine ass, before your wine glass
Slow, slow, just lemme see you whine
Slow, slow, oh yeah

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Bridge: M.I.A.]
How the fuck am I supposed to live
How many fucks am I supposed to give
How the fuck am I supposed to feel
Treated like the bellboy, check and split
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick

[Verse 2: Future]
You the one that was putting up with me
You see how this screecher wrote to me
I got a coco everything in front of me
Go to fuck your ho after you turn on me
We with the shits on the real, I do this shit on the real
I like to drink on the real, fuck your bitch on the real
We do this shit on the real, keep it real on the real
I was just keeping it G, she don’t spend money at first
Say you’re in love with me, but I know it never gon’ work
I come through, top back, hangin’ out the verse
I screwed up, I’m drinkin’ syrup
I know that look that you givin’ me
This killer she’s awfully into me

[Pre-hook] + [Hook]

A$AP Rocky – Canal St. (feat. Bones) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day hustle
I hustle every day in life thinkin’ back
Takin’ packs up the block them older niggas said I couldn’t hustle
Man fuck ’em niggas, I’ll be back, strapped back pack
Bitch I’m flipping work, hand in hand, I think they call it trappin’
Racin’ laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack
Face the fact, there’s always niggas out there tryin’ to knock the hustle
I guess that’s why they say we trap, don’t let niggas hold you back
I’m just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in
So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male
Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin’
Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch
I went from roaches on my bump to red broaches on the cuff
On my tux, chauffeur pullin’ up, no if, ands or buts about him
I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spend on Goyard
Used it once, couldn’t give a shit, damn or fuck about ’em
Hit Canal Street, real as a gold medallion
Smokin’ blunts in front of public housing
Wildin’ ’til they throw me in ’em cuffs
Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartier’s
Diamonds shinin’ in the frames
Changed the game and made them say Uhh
Ain’t no limits to this shit, life’s a flick, you’re speakin’ to the script
My life is like a movie, they should film me through it
Take a pic, then show the frame and shit, forever me, was always G
Way before this famous shit, y’all just pretend to do it

[Hook: Bones](x2)
You say you got ’em guns, but I’ve never seen you bang
You say you get ’em drugs, but I’ve never seen you sling
Say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Rap game like the crack game, swear it’s all the same, hustle
Whippin’ soda through the pot, watch it bubble
Flex a muscle, hit the block, I better teach you niggas how to hustle
Sellin’ coca on the charts, watch it double
Uh, taking me in zoom and bust my shit, my mobile office
Gettin’ head while at my desk, this shit my oval office
I remember when I got a hundred for recordings
Now to sum up my performances, just put me on the Forbes list
Fuck Jiggy, I’m flawless, fuck pretty, I’m gorgeous
Your favourite rapper’s corpses couldn’t match up my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
Heard the people want that raw shit, but y’all be talkin’ bullshit

[Hook](x2)

A$AP Rocky – Electric Body (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, this year we finna make a killin’
Now the money stack up to the ceilin’
All I know is payback, all I rep is A$AP
Now we finna go off in the buildin’
I could really give a fuck about your feelings
This’d be a schoolboy and a rude boy too
Not a jerk like the new boys, groovin’ like Schoolboy Q, nigga
I done killed a few boys, nigga
Down a couple shots, turn it up another notch
Got a bitch that’s in the spot and she faded
Yeah, corset top with the new ass shots
Couple Instagram likes, now she famous
Nose job, workin’ on some payments
On a new car, now she finna trade it
Next time, you shouldn’t’ve sucked a nigga dick for free
Man, I swear the smart girls are my favorite
(Oh, my God, your cable’s turned off
You shouldn’t’ve sucked the nigga’s dick for free)
Brand new ‘Rari, finna race it
I am not the nigga you should play with
This year, I turned it into the races
All I wanna see is green faces
All I wanna count is green numbers
Man that shit is weird, lookin’ like the Matrix
Gave ’em high power, Always Strive And Prosper
Only took a little bit of patience

[Hook]
Shorty she like to pop ass high
Popped her way up to first class high
She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low
Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Ever seen a crib like this? Diamonds in my ear like wrists
Pull off at the light like, ‘Wuh’, lookin’ like a mil in that trunk
Two-seater got me lookin’ all clumped, hit a nigga wig on sight
Serve a nigga mom off work, I’ma get it so high, I’m Christ
Nigga, ball so hard like Mike, I could whip that bitch like Ike
I can fuck your bitch off hype, pink ring, got bling all right
How a hot nigga rock this ice? 14, almost got that strike
14, almost did that time, 14, had a 905
Clip small, but the shit shoot fine
Shoot a spine, make a nigga recline
Start sparkin’, a nigga go blind, G Ride, hoppin out of Nissans
Do I got them hoes chirpin’? Yeah
Do I put the work in? Yeah
Do I got them hoes out workin’? Yeah
Do I make ’em put the work in the Birkin? Yeah

[Hook]

[Outro]
With your electric body, we found ourselves with perfect ways
With your electric body, we’re never gonna be alone
With your electric body, we found ourselves with perfect ways
With your electric body
With your electric body
With your electric body

A$AP Rocky – Wild For The Night (feat. Skrillex & Birdy Nam Nam) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser
Ain’t afraid to show it, I’ll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testa…rossa, nigga catch up
Sipping on that syrup ’til I’m messed up like yes sir
So now I’m getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I’m pimping hoes, you could tell by my paystubs
My niggas gettin’ right, smokin’ weed with dirty Sprite
Going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m goin’

[Verse 2]
Finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and I – my three friends
Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, A$AP niggas finna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest
You don’t really want that Glock boy
You don’t really wanna feel them shots boy
You a b-boy, I’m a block boy, I’m a D boy, I’m a hot boy
Six shots got me feelin’ like Pac, boy, party all night, shit don’t stop, boy
Drunk as fuck and I’m ready to fight
Wilding for the night, fuck being polite, boy

[Hook]
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going

[Verse 3]
It’s the weekend and I’m creeping with my niggas
Drunk and disrespectful, callin’ women bitches
I don’t mean no harm but won’t you and your friends
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business
God my witness that I only wanna kick it
And your girl just said they with us
So we rolling in them Benzes
Won’t you pour it up and stop the babysitting
She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids

[Verse 4]
Back to the Mac, tats on her back
Ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clappin’ it back
She flat on her back and it’s back to the trap
Fuck your pack, A$AP where it’s at
Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat
Fuck your dreams, leave a punk nigga dreamin’
Then you sleep, and you won’t come back from the nap
Benjamin Three-Stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack
And you know them smokin’ bitches rolling reefer got me open
Wildin’ to the morning with my homies, tell ’em where we going

[Hook]
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I’m going

A$AP Rocky – PMW (All I Really Need) (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh

All I think about is life, nights, sippin’ on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little arguments in the fist, don’t fight
Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon’ bite
A$Ap nigga, sip Cris all night
So them are Kelly hoes gettin’ pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice
Young nigga cold like he sit on ice
Fuck broke, tryin’ to be rich all life
I could’ve been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hangin’, my top back
Hoes screamin’ that Pac back
Throwin’ Westside, bandana tied
A$Ap life, gotta Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all in my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white, but my c*** black
Purple drink, got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk somethin’
Bounce on me, bitch, hurt somethin’
Tell her pop that pussy like it’s worth somethin’
So shawty, she a stunna and daddy, he a runna
Be that pretty mothafucka, you could call me what you wanna
Cause I’m in love with that ass, she in love with the cash
So she shakin’ it fast and then makin’ the stacks
And I’m takin’ it back and I’m takin’ her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth and I’m kickin’ her out

How ‘bout me and you, and you and her
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say

Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That’s all a nigga need (Y-yeah)

It’s A$Ap Q, where the bread at
Fuck around and bring the hush puppies back
She fuck me and the homies and she was cool with that
The block hot so I’m shaded in my bucket hat
Pause a little, I gotta little advice
If you fucked her once, then you can fuck her twice
I don’t get head from hoes with overbites
We just giving out game nigga, show your rights
Bounce on a nigga, turn night to bright
High as a kite in my Nike Flights
May 30 Racks it was just a flight
Flew a bitch too it was just a night
Shorty got the booty make a nigga say woah
Can I suck your titty, tryin’ to see how far I can go
Tryin’ again and again and she ain’t tellin’ me no
Shorty tell me how you feelin’, can I feel on you mo’
She said I ain’t fuckin’ for free, but ain’t shit I came for
Shit, I’ll pay you for it
No bounce that ass on my bungie cord
(Ugh) (Yeah) Woopsie-Daisy
Put a good kid in your Section. 80
Turn a baby into a lady
Now here go the keys to my new Mercedes
Shawty she a stripper
All you got to do is tip her
Ballas with some money
When you fuck them other niggas
Now do a-z for a g
Panties go down to her feet
Pussy get wetter for me
Smackin’ that ass to the beat
Give her that Diggity-D

How ‘bout me and you, and you and her
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say

Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That’s all a nigga need (Y-yeah)

A$AP Rocky – Hell (feat. Santigold) lyrics

Uh
Uh

We used to wear rugged boots, now it’s all tailored suits
Audemar bk for my criminal recruits
Champagne flutes, bumpin rhythm in the blues
My partner Maybach moves, we might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs, or livin in the boondocks ridin by the whose
I buy, buy it soon
See the situation, we sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
You niggas call me Prophecy, draggin in philosophies
White on white bragging, call that motherfucker Socrates
Rat ass niggas writing for a block of cheese
Catch me out in finner stuntin, yea I’m bout my guapanese
My shoot game serve, dough service, guapanese
Niggas say I’m blessed, my bad, I forgot to sneeze
There your reasons go bitch
I got some tissues for your issues, tell them blow this

People money watch, split ahead now
They countin every day down
Hittin on me long
You know your way, where you’re headin now?
Me, I want everything
It won’t take me long

People money watch, split ahead now
They countin every day down
Hittin on me long
You know your way, where you’re headin now?
Me, I want everything
It won’t take me long

Roger, roger, tell em roger that
It’s the gold teeth, French brazed, call me Project Pat
With the stalky cap, face a mask on, probly strapped
It’s the rocker cap, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar at a biddage, tell er suck my Diddy
Cuz they hatin on my clitty, cuz we made it when we did it
Hit it cuz they didn’t
My mama always told me keep your mind on your money
Boy you better pay attention
Ride with the pretty nigga, woopty, no chauffeur
Paint lookin like a drippin smoothy, no coaster
The game if full of posers, big dog bulldozer
Flap up on em like toasters, wake them up like soldiers
Cuz heaven need a villain like hell need a newer idol
You could flip the crip and call just renew the title
For now I’m pro pimpin like them do what I do
Smoking killa but dog’s still suicidal

People money watch, split ahead now
They countin every day down
Hittin on me long
You know your way, where you’re headin now?
Me, I want everything
It won’t take me long

People money watch, split ahead now
They countin every day down
Hittin on me long
You know your way, where you’re headin now?
Me, I want everything
It won’t take me long

It will hit you on the head
You don’t even gotta hit me now babe
Just as she was getting led
You can see me long gone
How you gonna feel now? You know what they say
Really you know that we don’t come how we get down
Knew that was a Rocky ahead
And you don’t really what is up
No, you can’t get it wrong

People money watch, split ahead now
They countin every day down
Hittin on me long
You know your way, where you’re headin now?
Me, I want everything
It won’t take me long

People money watch, split ahead now
They countin every day down
Hittin on me long
You know your way, where you’re headin now?
Me, I want everything
It won’t take me long

A$AP Rocky – Pain (feat. Overdoz) lyrics

Uh, Pain
Uh, Pain
Uh, Pain
Uh

So figure up, shining like the star
With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down
Hands on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who you’d call when no one else around

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

The future will be televised, haters getting genocide
23 and 43, I’m talkin my more jealous sides
My niggas is hella fly, you over accessorize
Better not, it’s in my repertoire, forever ever high
I never lie, never tell a lie, I would testify
Set aside dreams, I’m a king ask Aretha Scott
Two faced, bad ass, in a nice set of thighs
We on the weed, I need a umbrella ella ella ah

Everybody knows me
Shit, still ain’t got no cash
Bitch, get that glass quick
Post my bad habits
Fuck you and your Instagram
Match around man though
Royal blue folls, getting head in the red Lambo
Media take me out, tmz all in the vip
Bitch I’m hard and my lube come free
Too much boss if you ask me
Almost fucked fame, but she came with money
I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em from me

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Tryina get on in this industry
Acting like your birthday
Breaking down cocaine with the ebt
These male groupies doing it
However, whatever they seeing on the box
Everybody spit, everybody hide, everybody anonymous
Solost, niggas talking dollars getting change
In a minute I’mma lose 2 scrit
Well one, give the full 98
Like fuck coach, I’m cutthroat
So what ghost? Do you head for the year they say might be the end?
Better look within
Uh

Glisten the glamors, we pose for the cameras
Get all niggas with me, they pose with the hammers
Ghetto goes with me, pimp toes in the sandals
No dirty laundry, get your nose out my Henny boy
Clothes in my hand boy, that baby need camouflage
Rims from the pen, you would think I was a samurai
Drop rocks, bloomy scott pens, bitch it’s hammer time
Getting dirty money but I keep my hand sanitized

Life is what you need, won’t you take a Z? Feel the breeze
Smoke the Sour Deeze, hit that shit and please act at ease
Wouldn’t you wanna be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3’s
Star, that’s Hollywood, won’t you rest in peace?

So figure up, shining like the star
With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down
Hands on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who you’d call when no one else around

A$AP Rocky – I Come Apart (feat. Florence Welch) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$Ap Rocky]
I thought you said you’d never leave
I think back as I took a puff
Know what happens every time you wanna leave
Always come back ‘cause you wanna fuck
Always come back ‘cause you wanna fuss
Holdin’ back, ain’t no turnin’ back when you fall in love
Know what happens every time you speed
Always fall flat ‘cause you wanna rush
So we could take it slow
Separate the highs from the lows
Separate the evens from the odds
I just hope you put me back together when I come apart

[Hook: Florence Welch]
I come apart, and you keep it together
I come apart, and I can’t stand the pressure
In all your grace and fire for me, that I cannot compare
I come apart, this can’t last forever
Can’t last forever

[Verse 2: A$Ap Rocky]
I woke up today high
Felt a little less pressure from you
And I’m here to say I
Make it even under lessons from me
If you find a way to fight the pain which we endure
If you fly away then rest assured

[Hook: Florence Welch]
I come apart, and you keep it together
I come apart, and I can’t stand the pressure
In all your grace and fire for me, that I cannot compare
I come apart, this can’t last forever
Can’t last forever

[Verse 3: Florence Welch]
You’re the eye, but I’m tearing all the time
Always there to catch me, but I’m never coming down
Reconstructing all the pieces I left in my way
I guess you know, in control
Chaos I create
I come apart

[Verse 4: A$Ap Rocky]
You made a bet with me, now you’re in debt with me
Made my bed, lied in it, then you slept with me
It’s ruthless, she the closest thing next to me
The truth is, that she blew it and you left with me
Especially hard to express to me
European attitude but born in West Philly
She just have a smokin’ ‘gina, where the Wet Willies?
I come apart, I’m in her heart on the left titty

[Hook: Florence Welch]
I come apart, and you keep it together
I come apart, and I can’t stand the pressure
In all your grace and fire for me, that I cannot compare
I come apart, this can’t last forever
Can’t last forever

A$AP Rocky – Ghetto Symphony (feat. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg) lyrics

A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outkast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entrйe, Jim & Juice, that’s Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with a fenshuey in my closets like a runway
Come be my fiancйe, she fuck me in a Hondey
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Finna date for 1K, shopping date for 2K
Hoopty ass bitch, made me wait to fuck for 2 days
Finally got the toobey, swear to God my mood changed
Top off like toupees, drive off, touchй
Yea my mouth is full of gold and I’m a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I’m a pretty boy
Bounce what? Flocka tell em holla at a nigga G
Riding on Miami mix, here’s my ghetto symphony

Rippin, with me, my mama as a witness
Bitches knickin and lockin up my swishas
Once you blow my whistle, she know it’s the swistles
Spread the news, I’m official, now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
Til my cardiac’s arrested and my 40 ounces empty
Show me what you owe me and appoint a house with that
Black magic on the ties, only I
Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile
One, police on me, still torn
And my chain and my stony dow cheerful
Pain, in it’s purest form
Don’t complain, I came to reign
From here forth, still lord
So the crib got cleared for us
Burning planes in my airforce
And all I can see is clear porch

Since Rocky spit like Andre I’m gon kill it like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrйe,
You don’t like cookies, chips your heart
Eatin joy when I get annoyed, no cover niggas that I kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Money get style, my lil fishin boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
Like codein mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a nigga trip collide
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
Damn, nigga I doubt they tell this my heart
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s when a girl sip the white
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My show get cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath choose souls you will reside
Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many time your eyes and a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga

Future – The Future Is Now (feat. Big Rube) lyrics

The city’s made of diamonds
And tomorrow glass will grow
All the freedoms that divide us
They’re coming after me
Flashback 1984
Now who’s knock, knocking at your door
A thought that starts a riot
They’re coming after me

Now, life is not the same
I am one, but sparks turn into flames

Will you take what’s in my head
And erase me when I’m dead
Cause the future is now
Now I’m disappearing
The day has turned to night
Can you save me from the light?
Cause the future is here
This is how I disappear

Running down a spiral
With the light of better men
Shouting progress is survival
Take one last look and see me

Now you see me, now you don’t
No valid break, no string of hope
My hero your pariah
They’re coming after me

Now life is just God’s game
I am one
But sparks turn into flames

And you get what you deserve
When revenge is what you serve
Cause the future is now
Now I’m disappearing
I sink into the night
And I’m turning off the lights

Cause the future is here
This is how I disappear

So the end’s when you make that
And that’s what your looking for

This is the future
Future is now

Disappear
Disappear
I disappear
Disappear

Now turn off the lights
The skys are blue inside you
Turn off the lights
They’ll get inside of you

Will you take what’s in my head
And erase me when I’m dead
Cause the future is now
Now I’m disappearing
The day has turned to night
Can you save me from the light?
Cause the future is here
This is how I disappear

Disappear
Disappear
Disappear

Future – Homicide (feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics

[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it’s going down, I’m going in
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide, ya ya

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fye
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can’t nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I’m back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don’t recognize who I am or where I’m from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cause
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Open up that fye
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas’ll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain’t ready for the ending then quit
It’s a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I’m going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the play, brrrat!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain’t never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They’ll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up ’round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon’ starve or you want fetti? Yo life’ll change a second
Good or bad, don’t open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain’t no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I’m from ‘cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting

[Hook]

Future – Parachute (feat. R. Kelly) lyrics

[Verse 1: are. Kelly]
Check out how she holler, somebody ought to tell her
Her ass got a voice, and she sing acapella
I can be the music, popping in the background
I can make her lose it, and find it in shy town
… From america, legs so tall
I stepped out america, call it hey wow
Bitch, I’m a go get her, that’s hooks forever
Know you heard that… That hooks forever!
Need a parachute cause I’m falling for the p-ssy
Need a fast life cause I’m dripping in that p-ssy
I’ve been round here, better look round here
Young fellow, they call me king around here!
And now I got my voice… Reminiscent around here
I’m the shit y’all niggers just smell around here
Got them chicks flipping for me, best friends kissing for me
Hey, magic city in the back room stripping for me
Your man is like next tale, soon gone
Girl, you can know why he was calling me apple phone

Falling (for you), falling (for you)
Falling for you, falling
I think I need a ppp (oh oh)
I think I need a ppp (oh oh)
I think I need a parachute!
I think I need a parachute!
Cause I’m going ddd down
… Jumping down, getting lower

[Verse 2: future]
I like her less, dude, while you move
You know your lesson, I don’t…
You don’t… A million
I’m falling for you here, I wanna see you blow!
I’m falling over here, you need a vocal coach!
I’m a sky… Five, four, three, two…
Space rocket, we’re out of here
You can’t remember…
You’re strucking on my ego
You wanna go to pluto, and make movies every day…

[Chorus: are. Kelly]
Something about them lashes, girl
That really complements your eyes
It’s something about them fishnets, girl
That’s hugging, yet revealing your thighs
Is got me deep falling (for you)
Falling (for you), falling (for you)
Falling for you, falling
I think I need a ppp (oh oh)
I think I need a ppp (oh oh)
I think I need a parachute!
I think I need a parachute!
Cause I’m going ddd down
… Jumping down, getting lower

[Verse 3: future]
Come back, come back, shawty got that come back
Anda, anda, andale!
You got me wishing I speak spanish
You got me feeling real madness
I’m about to turn up, turn up, turn up
We set the roof on fire, it’s about to burn up
Grinding, grinding, grinding, I see you grinding
Over night, one night with me, now we’re shining!
I got your attitude…
Bravo, bravo, bravo, you deserve a bravo!

[Chorus: are. Kelly]
Something about them lashes, girl
That really complements your eyes
It’s something about them fishnets, girl
That’s hugging, yet revealing your thighs
Is got me deep falling (for you)
Falling (for you), falling (for you)
Falling for you, falling
I think I need a ppp (oh oh)
I think I need a ppp (oh oh)
I think I need a parachute!
I think I need a parachute!
Cause I’m going ddd down
… Jumping down, getting lower

Future – Tony Montana (feat. Drake) lyrics

[Intro:]
Fuckin’ cockroaches
Motherfuckin’ freebandz.
Want me to be the bad guy
Wanna play, cartel nigga

[Hook:]
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana

[Verse 1: Future]
I take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
You tell me what you want of me I’m coming with a gang of dope
My cigar full of loud
I’m laced up to the fucking fo’
A Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911
I do the whole dash, dropping all cash
Gutta to the death of me I’m sticking to the recipe
Slug, deal with Columbians, I know Sosa
All I got is my balls and my word, fuck the Roaches
Everything we do, we put Versace on the sofa’s
The money got me heat, like I took a hit of coka
My life is a movie, I gotta stay focused

[Hook:]
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana

[Verse 2: Future]
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin’ back to peso’s
When ya blood is ya pedro, it’s hard for hoes to let go
See ak’s ain’t no bitch, nigga I’ll split yo tato
Ain’t nothin’ ’bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like I’m odd balls, it’s gon take an army
The world is mine nigga you get it if you want it
You fuckin with me you’ll move to Alaska by the mornin
You want me to be the bad guy, ok it’s on then
Champagne spillin’, crabcakes everywhere
My white bitch trippin she say ain’t playin’ fair
I’m bout to cop a tiger and put it in the castle
Freebandz accompany it so nigga it don’t matter aye

[Hook:]

Future – After That (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse:]
One whip whipped up, ten whips came after that
Two bitches came up, seven bitches came after that
Rich niggas in this building, rich niggas come after that
I know you had that bitch but Imma dock that pussy after that
Fuck niggas say som’n, when I step in jackers come after that
White gold come after that, got Audemars coming after that
Presidentials coming after that, vvs’s coming after that
Got so much money almost gave myself a rack attack
Og coming after that, good kush lean coming after that
First class my flight nigga you know who else coming after that
Private jets coming after that, rock star my whole status
Clearport, no tsa, lil Mexico my [?]

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse 2:]
Talk shit, get back for that
She suck my dick, we don’t kiss after that
Got to watch my own back, fuck around and get stabbed in that
Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back
Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat
I said a hundred shots come after that
Ain’t looking good like cataracts
Imma buy me a Cadillac cause I don’t see where I’m lacking at
Them feds tryna throw me in the box
I’m like fuck that, throw Jack in that
Imma get that pussy wet, her other nigga just dampen that
He buy shit, he pamper that, she tapping out when I’m tapping that
Tryna get as high as me nigga, then where the fuck is your scalpel at?
Niggas flip facts like acrobats, I click clack, what comes after that?

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

Christina Aguilera – Accelerate (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz) lyrics

[Intro: Christina Aguilera]
Hide it ’til we feel it
Then we feel it, ’til we fight it, yeah
Hold it ’til we need it, never leave it
Didn’t want it

[Verse 1: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
New York, worldwide (L.A., worldwide)
Borders my city (Girl, that’s my home)
Just pulled up to the hotel (Hotel, hotel)
All my day ones here with me (Ah, yeah)
We got moola, power
Yeah, we on fire tonight
Gonna get it how we want it
‘Cause we ’bout it, ’bout that life

[Pre-Chorus: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s OK
Baby, it’s OK
Spark round later, Ya Ya Ya Ya
Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow
I be with my ladies you can find me there
Try to play us, we gon’ start a riot up in here

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Accelerate, c’mon babe
Pick up your speed
Stamina, fill me up
That’s what I need
Another shot, you comin’ home with me
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs
What’s wrong with me (Oh, ya ya)

[Verse 2: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
All my boss ladies (In the city, yeah)
Go get your Mercedes ( skrt skrt skrt skrt )
No matter long as you get there (Get there)
Just don’t let it drive you crazy
Get that moola, power
You on fire tonight
You can get it how you want it
That’s it, go tonight

[Pre-Chorus: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s OK
Baby, it’s OK
Spark round later
Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
I be with my ladies you can find me there (Find me)
Try to play us, we gon’ start a riot up in here

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera, Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz]
Accelerate, c’mon babe
Pick up your speed
Stamina, fill me up
That’s what I need
Another shot, you comin’ home with me (Yeah)
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs (2 Chainz)
What’s wrong with me

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Right, left
Mic left
Mic check, trap check
Sex drive Nascar
Crash it like the Nasdaq
More than you can expect
Everything except jealousy and envy
We gon’ move on past that
Joint strong, pass that
Ooh, girl, bad, bad
Where the, where the cash at?
Don’t forget the hashtag
Pretty, pretty, so saditty
Work it out, muscle memory
Get the money, my ability
Until the end, 2000, infinity
I put it in, now that you’re feelin’ me
Look how I’m killin’ it
Leavin’ there to chill
You ain’t got internet?
Just left the Benedict
I got them benefits
Did it deliberate
Killed you to prove I’m innocent

[Bridge: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hide it ’til we feel it
Then we feel it, ’til we fight it, yeah
Hold it ’til we need it, never leave it
Didn’t want it
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs
What’s wrong with me

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
Accelerate, c’mon babe
Pick up your speed (Pick up your speed, babe)
Stamina, fill me up
That’s what I need (Oh, yeah)
Another shot, you comin’ home with me
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs
What’s wrong with me

[Outro: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, woo
Ooh-ooh, yeah, ah, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah, yeah
Ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah

Robin Thicke – Blurred Lines (feat. T.I. & Pharrell) lyrics

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Intro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Robin Thicke Verse 1:]
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind

[Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Robin Thicke Verse 2:]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me
Hey!

[Bridge:]
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don’t need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[T.I. Verse 3:]
Hustle Gang Homie
One thing I ask of you
Lemme be the one you back that ass up to
From Malibu to Paris boo
Had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you
So, hit me up when you pass through
I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on ’em even when you dress casual
I mean, it’s almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin’ like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I’m just watching and waitin’
For you to salute the true big pimpin’
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get confused, this pimpin’

[Robin Thicke Breakdown:]
Shake your rump
Get down, get up-a
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don’t like work
Hey!

[Robin Thicke Verse 4:]
Baby, can you breathe
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
No more pretending
Cause now you’re winning
Here’s our beginning
I always wanted a

[Robin Thicke Hook:]
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Bridge:]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey

[Pharrell & Robin Thicke Outro:]
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Warbringer – Living In A Whirlwind lyrics

Living in a whirlwind!

Spiraling out of control!
In the eye of the storm
Disconnected, from the world you were born
Cheating death, just to get your fix
Cannot survive, its the end of the line

They look you in the eye and all they see is an empty stare
Living like a rat, you choke on your own despair
Still you’re sinking lower, each day more desperate
You hide below the surface, waiting for the end

ESCAPE!

Must escape

Ridden with the stress that YOU CAN’T TAKE
Must escape
Not time to turn back, far too late
Can’t escape

Everything around you, ceased to make sense
Waiting until your time will come..
To pass

Look into the mirror at what used to be your face
A ghastly visage you don’t recognize, gone without a trace

[?]

WHIRLWIND! [x5]

Bebe Rexha – No Broken Hearts (feat. Nicki Minaj) lyrics

[Intro: Bebe Rexha + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
(This is a star studded collaboration)
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
I’m Nicki Minaj, that’s Bebe, let’s go

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
We going straight to Miami
Hop on a plane don’t need no plans
Shining so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the players what they did
We gonna be buying the drinks, we gonna be buying the drinks
Line up the bottles, line up the models, we gonna forget everything

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel a thing, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]
We gonna do it real biggie
Sky is the limit in this town
We taking over the city
We too high to bring us down
We gonna do what we do, we gonna do what we do
Three in the morning, four in the morning, meet you for eggs in the morning

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel the shame, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Ay yo Bebe, anybody hatin’ need a pee pee
Sip a little Myx, pop pills till I’m sleepy
I’m the one that bust it open out in Waikiki
Pull up in the Ghost, I’m creepy
They don’t want beef, we proved it
Niggas better keep it on wax like a Q-tip
Keep his dick wetter than the cruise ship
Flower than a tulip, flyer than your new bitch
I do’s it, yup I’m up two zip
Girls is my sons, I’m giving them milf teas
They be sweatin’ me, headbands and gym tees
Like bad knees on Dirk Nowitzki’s, it is going down like M. Lewinsky’s
Wrist freeze yep my wrist on pink skis
Ring finger be shitting on my pinky’s
Make em mad, aww man I got them hating bad
Blood clot money green like Jamaican flags

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

Seana – To The Ground lyrics

Under this spell
I can’t see the light
My heart beats hard
But I can’t tell what’s wrong or right
This world keeps swaying
Beneath my feet
But I keep praying
This fault line
Won’t swallow me

And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground
And if I lose my grip
You should know that we’ll be
Together Forever Forever
We’ll rise from the ashes together
And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground

These cuts and bruises
Don’t feel the pain
Silence the muses
Inside of my brain
Lay down beside me
Stare at the sky
This hope inside me
Will never die

And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground
And if I lose my grip
You should know that we’ll be
Together Forever Forever
We’ll rise from the ashes together
And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground

This world keeps swaying
Beneath my feet
But I keep praying
This fault line
Won’t swallow me

And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground
And if I lose my grip
You should know that we’ll be
Together Forever Forever
We’ll rise from the ashes together
And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground

And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground
And if I lose my grip
You should know that we’ll be
Together Forever Forever
We’ll rise from the ashes together
And if it all crumbles down
We will ride it to the ground

Bebe Rexha – 2 Souls On Fire (feat. Quavo) lyrics

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Desire, two souls on fire
Desire, two souls on fire

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
You got me out here looking foolish
Look like a dog, I’m drooling
Close your mouth boy and just prove it
And you know just the way to do it
You gon’ make me bring the bad girl believe me (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
You gon’ make me pop some tags, fashion season (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
You gon’ make me do those moves to stop your breathing (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you losing faith, I’ll make you believe it

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
We can go out to the islands on privates
We can drive the latest cars, no mileage
We can do whatever you like, just be quiet
If you don’t break my heart, I’ll let you inside it

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
And that chain around your heart got me blinded

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha, Quavo + both]
Do I make you feel some type of way? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain around my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And that chain around your heart got me blinded

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha, Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Do I make you feel some type of way?

Bebe Rexha – Ferrari lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every day’s a blur
Sometimes I can’t tell what day it is
Don’t know what day it is
Can you tell me what day it is?
Life’s passing by
‘Cause I’m out chasing empty highs
Every hello just means goodbye
But I’m looking for more this time

[Pre-Chorus]
Can we start to slow it down?
Can we learn to live right now?
I just want to feel it all

[Chorus]
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely (yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely

[Verse 2]
Got a heavy heart
‘Cause it’s still beating on its own
Might be going out in the crowd
But I’m still coming home alone
Not trying to say I’m not grateful for everything
I’m just going too fast to see
All the good things in front of me

[Chorus]
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely

[Post-Chorus]
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely

[Chorus]
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane’s getting kind of lonely

Bebe Rexha – I’m A Mess lyrics

[Verse 1]
Everything’s been so messed up here lately
Pretty sure he don’t wanna be my baby
Oh, he don’t love me, he don’t love me, he don’t love me, he don’t love me, but that’s okay

[Pre-Chorus]
Everything’s gonna be okay
It’s gonna be a good, good, life
That’s what my therapists say
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be just fine
It’s gonna be a good, good, life

[Chorus]
I’m a mess
I’m a loser
I’m a hater
I’m a user
I’m a mess
For your love, it ain’t new
I’m obsessed
I’m embarrassed
I don’t trust anyone around us
I’m a mess
For your love, it ain’t new

[Verse 2]
Nobody [?] pain
Have a drink on me [?]
Oh, he don’t love me, he don’t love me, he don’t love me, he don’t love me, but that’s okay

[Pre-Chorus]
Everything’s gonna be okay
It’s gonna be a good, good, life
That’s what my therapists say
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be just fine
It’s gonna be a good, good, life

[Chorus]
I’m a mess
I’m a loser
I’m a hater
I’m a user
I’m a mess
For your love, it ain’t new
I’m obsessed
I’m embarrassed
I don’t trust anyone around us
I’m a mess
For your love, it ain’t new