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Mura Masa – Helpline (feat. Tom Tripp) (Mura Masa Album)

[Outro]
I said, Gina
I’m saying, Gina [Verse 2]
Think I lost my head, can’t find my phone
And I wanna know when I got back home
Think I lost my head
Think I lost my head

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s 25 past 10 and again I’m all alone
Can’t remember what I said
But I bet it went something like, something like
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
[Chorus]
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
I know what I felt, would you send me a helpline? [Verse 1]
Think I’m off my head
One more drink and I might be dead
And I know that I’m a mess
Got no money left in my Natwest
Think I’m off my head
Think I’m off my head
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s 25 past 10 and again I’m all alone
Can’t remember what I said
But I bet it went something like, something like
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
[Chorus]
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
Gina, I know that I felt fine
But I need a helpline to kill this fever
I know what I felt, would you send me a helpline?

Mura Masa – Nothing Else! (feat. Jamie Lidell) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
I used to live in magazines
Yeah, they had me dreaming of another world
Thought that all those shiny things
Might give a little meaning to my lonely world
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, distractions
Needless to say, I was caught up with them everyday
But you can take my shit, burn my clothes
I know this is it
[Chorus]
Your love’s more precious than gold
Your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Your love’s more precious, your love’s more precious than gold
‘Cause nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
[Verse 2]
I miss so many unrepeatable things
Living in my material world
Convinced myself time and time again that I could win
Without giving anything of myself

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, distractions
Needless to say, I was caught up with them everyday
But you can take my shit, burn my clothes
I know this is it
[Chorus]
Your love’s more precious than gold
Your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Gold, your love’s more precious than gold, gold
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
Nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
[Bridge]
I was caught up in the bling bling bling
But diamond candy, it don’t mean a thing, no
‘Cause nothing else matters
Yeah, nothing else matters now I have you
[Outro]
Could live it up in a mansion
Sleeping in a single bed
They used to get my attention
But now I choose you instead, instead

Mura Masa – Firefly (feat. Nao) (Mura Masa Album)

[Verse 1]
Pavement’s burning into gold
Embers risin’ up into night flights
Up on my back, I feel the static and awe
Tripping the wire, surrounded in time
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
[Chorus]
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
[Post-Chorus]
Just say, "yes"
Just say, "yes"
Just say, I’d rather have everything than nothing at all
Just say, "yes"
[Verse 2]
Starry-eyed and under folds
Images, I pictured in skies
Trickling, I tried to close
Negative weight on my back, I feel the the static and awe
Tripping the wire, surrounded in time
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know
I see this is mystical, I’m sure that you know

[Chorus]
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
Just say you’ll be my firefly
Take everything or nothing at all
[Post-Chorus]
Just say, "yes"
Just say, "yes"
Just say, I’d rather have everything than nothing at all
Just say, "yes"

Mura Masa – What If I Go? (feat. Bonzai) (Mura Masa Album)

See your lightning
Shining brightly through a haze
A little [?] and arrow
Smoke and mirrors
Blue and icy
Meet my gates
Boom my heartbeat
Slide but block love
Slow to get up
Hard to say
You fill my head with madness
Good and bad
Don’t be the one that got away
Got away
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
And every night spend without your face
Has been shattering
I color my world in a violet shade to hide the pain
And you go solo no longer
I be, I be good for sure
Luck of the draw, you
That’s my lottery won
A gem in the rough
I could be your finishing touch
So where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Go, going, going, oh
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
(I’m going)
Where ever you go
(I’m going with you)
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
(Where ever you go)
Where ever you go
(I’m going with you)
Going with you bae
(I’m going with you bae)
Going with you bae
(Yeah) Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
I [?] all that ethylene
Wouldn’t miss a thing
When you’re lost on your own and you’re wondering
If I’m following
Just know where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Luck of the draw, you
That’s my lottery won
A gem in the rough
I could be your finishing touch
So where ever you go
I’m going with you bae
Going with you bae
Where ever you go
Going with you bae
Going with you bae
Go, going, going, oh
Is it really like this?

Mura Masa – All Around The World (feat. Desiigner) (Mura Masa Album)

Thank God I got it
Thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, cut the checks, they watchin’
Thank God I be gettin’, can’t stop it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I be countin’ this money
Thank God, thinkin’, livin’, they funny
Livin’ close, yeah and countin’ these hundreds, oh shit
I be livin’ life on the ball shit
I’mma cop me a wheel and I ghost it
Black and white, it’s the panda, the ghost is
Give a toast to the Grammy’s, I go shit
All night with the bag
All night with the swag
All night with the bag
All
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, yeah, yeah
They say I go, got it, I go, get
I’m on top of the world on my ball shit
In the party, get it started, get retarded
Baby what’s your favorite color Aston Martin? Gotta hit on the gas just to get it started
Gotta kick on the gas just to get it started
Hear the ‘Rari, hear it mumble, hear it roar
Say that she hate monsters
Engine started, she hate monsters
Engine farted, she hate monsters
Get retarded, I’m just chillin’
I trap out of golden Beamers
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
Got them mad ’cause I drill and they all defeated
I be ridin’, keep sayin’, "Lord, ’cause I need it"
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
‘Cause he help me come back from all my demons
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, git, git!

Mura Masa – 1 Night (feat. Charli Xcx) (Mura Masa Album)

Do you wanna go back to where we were? Do you wanna go back to where we were? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go? It was only one night
Do you wanna? Do you wanna go? It was only one night Do you wanna go back to where we were? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go? Got that chain reaction, oh-woah
Didn’t know what it was worth
Sixteen million mentions, oh-woah
Ain’t pickin’ up the whole damn earth, no no no
We had a connection, oh-woah
But I’m not the type of girl, oh you
You are an exception, oh yeah
Yeah, you blew my mind, I wanna rewind
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go
Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go back to where we were? Do you wanna go back to where we were? It was only one night
Do you wanna go? You are somethin’ special, oh-woah
Twenty carats, solid gold
What we had was precious, oh-woah
But I had to let you go
We had a connection, oh-woah
But I’m not the type of girl who wants
Serious affection, oh-woah
It doesn’t belong in my world
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
It was only one night
But I wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go back to where we were
I just wanna go
Do you wanna go? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go back to where we were? Yeah, yeah, yeah, do you wanna? It was only one night
Do you wanna go? It was only one night
But I wanna go
Do you wanna go?

Mura Masa – Love$Ick (feat. A$AP Rocky) (Mura Masa Album)

Get your weapon drawn
They only killing time, another second gone
I heard your man ain’t home
Now you melatone
But you acting young
And you hella drunk
I need you
I want you
(And I swear to God, you gon’ miss me when I’m gone)
I need you
(I’m a lovesick fuck)
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
Okay she giving me love
But it fuck my energy up
Every time it finna be summer, only got the memories up
And now we industry lovers
They making enemies of us
I mean sometimes we in public they drain this energy from us
Visit Italia, be my señorita
La vida or I be there either way you need a reason
I ain’t talking bout MasterCards, debit cards either
Credit charge, kermit the frog, margaritas
Yeah, I heard she got a main homie
Yeah, you wanna lay the hands on me
But you should see the way she dance on me
Yeah, wishing I ain’t had no pants on me
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I want you
I’m lovesick fuck
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck The weather cold
The weather so
Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll
Cause I’m sipping Pro’
Yeah that ‘meth is pro’
Promethazine, yeah a stepping stone
Oh they acting up? Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok?

Mura Masa – Nuggets (feat. Bonzai) (Mura Masa Album)

Once you begin, ease your way in
That shit hits and you’re in for the long run
[Pre-Chorus]
And by the sounds of it, regretting your clear neglect
Put [?] and get back
Begging is all you know
[Chorus]
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
They try to chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn
‘Cause I got, I got
I got, I got, I got nuggets, bitch

[Verse 2]
When I touch base with the contenders
I relay the rules to remember
Don’t cave if I let you in under my skin
Lights out by 10 like bam
A taste to the dreams in your head
Taste to the dreams in your head
Run out of drum, go get you some
That shit hits and you’re in for the long run
[Pre-Chorus]
And by the sounds of it, regretting your clear neglect
Put [?] and get back
Begging is all you know
[Chorus]
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
They try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn high
‘Cause I got, I got nuggets
I got, I got, I got nuggets
Yeah, they try chase my supply
Well, go and get your own damn
‘Cause I got, I got
I got, I got, I got nuggets, bitch

[Outro]
‘Cause we were all young and happy and had no problems and now everyone’s fucked [Intro]
…romantic love has been distilled into algorithms of data where love is reduced to nothing more than the neurotransmitter dopamine, biochemically no different than addiction to cocaine. [Verse 1]
Bam, instantly face the injection
Kickin’ in, feel the effects in a second
Pace, it’s not like the rest
One more drop, it’ll put a fuckin’ hole through your chest like bam
Now name your direction
Are you gonna go for the blue or the red one? Imagine that, right?

Mura Masa – Messy Love (Mura Masa Album)

Say our prayers to the same ghost
We know that we don’t have forever
So tell me what it is you want
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love

[Hook]
Will [you] be my girl now [Chorus]
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love
Take me, break me
Use me for your messy love
Steal me, beat me
Use me for your messy love
[Verse]
Yeah, girl, I’ve always been a hard hitter
Deep convictions to the bone
I never wanted you to try me
But you refuse to take my note
Don’t you think that we should be together?

French Montana – Too Much (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan
[Outro]
Montana!

French Montana – Famous (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
I hope no one discovers you
Hope no one sees her
I hope no one falls in love with you
I’ve got my reasons
‘Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn’t stand a chance
There’s no way you would go for a man like me if you had options
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I’ll always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Baby live your life, just how you are
Shining star
Hope you never get famous
Fly low with the angel
I said "fake it ’till you make it"
I guess you fake when you make it
I told you "stick to the basics"
The empire started in the basement
If you tryna fix a glass that’s broken
You know it might cut ya
Never want to see you with another man
Truth might eat you if your mama know
When they get too close for playing
[?]
Because no one gonna love you like I do

[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like the way I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
[Bridge]
All day long I stand by you
Right or wrong I stand by you
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
Keep me strong, oh girl it’s true
[Chorus]
Even though the world was meant for you
I hope you don’t get famous
‘Cause everyone would love you but won’t love you like I do, oh nah
I hope you don’t get famous
Stay home with me
Stay home with me
I always love ya, I’ll always
Hope you don’t get
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous
Hope you don’t get famous

French Montana – Formula (feat. Alkaline) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Verse 1]
Dem nae waan me here
Lee Milla, anuh like me care
Just a go fi do the job
And when me done, get the fuck outta there
Me live mi young life without no fear
And if me go away, tell mi fans dem, nuh cry no tear
Mi legacy will never die, I swear
Dem a bawl already and me d’even inna mi prime, I swear
Come like me born before mi time, I swear
Dem say dem happy fi me, but we know…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 2]
Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But, me know the pussy dem…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Bridge]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
Ackee Walk have the formula
Vendetta have the formula
Yow Frass, we have the formula
Common have the formula
Rosalee have the formula

[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi mek the fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Verse 1]
Dem nae waan me here](12156506)
Lee Milla, anuh like me care
Just a go fi do the job
And when me done, get the fuck outta there
Me live mi young life without no fear
And if me go away, tell mi fans dem, nuh cry no tear
Mi legacy will never die, I swear
Dem a bawl already and me d’even inna mi prime, I swear
Come like me born before mi time, I swear
Dem say dem happy fi me, but we know…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula

[Verse 2]
Frass, dem never give me this, me earn it
Dem a act like me nuh deserve this
If me did relapse, dem woulda hurt me
Dem say me good, but me still carry a one thing with me
Laugh with dem, but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss, a inna ground we a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng!)
Dem bless me pon mi strong
But, me know the pussy dem…
[Chorus]
Dem nae waan we yah
We cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson’s song, enuh
When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh
Now blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh
Oh, we find the formula
Fi make the money fi we family, yeah
Yeah yeah, a just the formula
[Outro]
From you a work you have the formula…

French Montana – Black Out (feat. Young Thug) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: French Montana]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug]
Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house
Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house
Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make ’em tap out
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
Livin’ so marvelous, we ready to smoke
I think I’m a gangsta, I’m Jeffrey, I’m Sosa
I came out the ‘Nolia, huh
I ride with my brodie, huh
We leavin’ ’em cozy, huh
‘Cause they thinking they know me, huh
Man that donkey made me black out
All the millions, man, we black out
All the cars, man, black out
All that work, made we black out
Brand new old lady sittin’ beside me
I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Verse 2: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor ’til we black out
Okay, get it
Hop up out the mothafuckin’ Bentley with a big ol’ pistol on my side
I don’t want nathan with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon’ die
All these niggas think I’m gay ’cause the way I wear my trousers
Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga
Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin’ cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like a fuckin’ monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
[Outro: French Montana & Young Thug]
Fuck the baddest bitch, make ’em tap out
Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house
Mixing all the pills with the liquor ’til we black out
I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy

French Montana – Stop It (feat. T.I.) (Jungle Rules Album)

And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings
[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl? [Intro: French Montana]
I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though? [Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

French Montana – Push Up (Jungle Rules Album)

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Ridin’ in a V, watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies
[Verse 2]
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Married to the mob, that’s word to my mama
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
I’ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?]
In Atlanta out with Flock, spinnin’ ’round with Gucci
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
They all love me like I’m Boosie, G’d up, fuck this Gucci
Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it
Hit the 9-5, hustlin’ was a job

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Outro]
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? [Verse 1]
Ridin’ in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
In the [?], lights behind the [?]
Drink a sip of heaven, I’ma do it for my dog
Ride with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
They don’t want no money, niggas actin’ groupie
I’ve been ridin’ in a Benz, bustin’ with the beams
I just want the paper, I don’t need no friends
I was ridin’ with the oh, oh, feelin’ like I’m Guwop
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
I be ridin’ with [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’? Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?

Rob Markman – I Don’t Wanna Wait (feat. Kirby Maurier)

Paul’s, make the sign of the cross
Word to Wallace and the solace that I find in the lord
Found God ’round the time Al died in the Bronx
Bless Brad, bless Brad for the gangsta and the gospel
The Fix was like the Bible, Face was our Apostle
My fate was in the bottle, I chased with a Clamato
Vodka shots, no tomorrow, Hail Mary with my eyes closed
[Chorus: Kirby Maurier]
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait

[Verse 3: Rob Markman]
Everyone addicted to somethin’
Some addicted to drugs, some addicted to hustlin’
Some addicted to women, some addicted to sinnin’
It’s the rush, the adrenaline, the high when it’s settlin’
I tap a vein, hopin’ that my dreams pop
‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up, and then the dream stop
But I can’t sleep either
Seen dudes better than me turn underachiever
Men with ambition get hit, turn up missin’
I almost got shot, I started seein’ things different
My homie baggin’ in the kitchen
I’m just waitin’ for this Hennessy to kick in
These drunk thoughts, soberin’ my soul
Seen karma come around, startin’ to lose control
Just tryna get it ‘fore the time pass
‘Cause I don’t know how long the ride lasts
[Chorus: Kirby Maurier]
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait [Intro: Rob Markman]
It’s like where we’re from, you’d be lucky to make it out
Not everybody gets this chance
God help us all
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
I’m from the block where the powder blew minds
‘Cross the street from the spot fiends crowded two lines
Summertime hot, had to shower two times
My very first pair was the Powder Blue 9s
Thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin’
So I molded my image out of God’s Son’s vision
To the point every communion that I’m gettin’
I’m in Bred 11s and Bordeaux 7s
Christ, it was written and rap was our religion
Let my OG mold me, he hustled for a livin’
16 in the spot, close enough to smell it
Rode with him on his shift, he never let me sell it
Lost my mind ’round the time that bro got locked
Couple years before that is when Kev got shot
I mean… I could’ve been a crash test dummy
Pumpin’ for herringbones, beeper and sneaker money
[Chorus: Kirby Maurier]
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait

[Verse 2: Rob Markman]
My brother got locked, I only visited once
The ride was sick, smelled like someone pissed on the bus
He taught me when the gun buck, you duck
And I was only 18 the night I almost got touched
Couple shots close range, I think God intervened
Same corner I seen needles in arms of a fiend
Same corner I seen teens bear arms for the green
Same corner I seen kings die for a dream
Somethin’ like survivor’s remorse
So when I hit St.

Vic Mensa – Wings (feat. Pharrell & Saul Williams)

Did they do me too right? Or do they just love the attention? [Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
Use my wings (wings, wings)
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
And fly (fly, fly, fly)
Fly
Fly
Fly
Use my wings
[Verse 2]
Introduction to Victor, not Vic Mensa
The one you never meet in a XXL issue
I got so many issues, I should be my own publisher
The beat is my therapist, skateboard, paint the picture
A portrait of the artist formally known as Vic
I read the signs I was close to overdose like Prince
Picking pill pieces up out of the bathroom sink
Like an armored truck ride in the rink
I’d probably be a vegetable if not for medical attention
My self destructive habits have me itching like Tyrone Biggums
In the cyclone of my own addiction
The voices in my head keep talking, I don’t wanna listen
"You’ll never be good enough nigga you never was
Nobody fucking needs you, you should just jump off the bridge
You hurt everyone around you, you impossible to love
I don’t want you to live, I wish you were fucking dead
I wish you were never born, we would all be better for it
I don’t love you I don’t like you, like a fucking metaphor
Fuck everyone song you ever done, you lie to everyone
And ask them to tell the truth when that’s something you never done
You a fucking embarrassment, how dare you win
Nigga, you let the devil in
You’re still a drug addict, you’re nothing without your medicine
Go and run to your sedatives, you can’t run forever Vic"
Climb the tallest building and spread your wings

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
Use my wings (wings, wings)
Spread my wings (wings, wings)
And fly (fly, fly, fly)
Fly
Fly
Fly
Here’s my
[Outro: Saul Williams and Vic Mensa]
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
(The answer to the questions that wings are)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
(The metaphor for birds is eternal)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
(Spread my wings, and fly)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky (spread your wings and fly)
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Falling, falling, falling to the sky
Good Evening Will they love me when I die? Is the past coming back to bite? Did I waste too many days? Will I ever learn to fly? Am I the same as the snakes? Did I fight too many nights? Not to mention my girlfriends, what went wrong? Did I really blow it all like a hand grenade in the middle of a civil war? [Intro: Vic Mensa and Pharrell Williams]
(Wings, wings, wings)
P, this shit beautiful
(Spread my wings, wings, wings, spread my wings)
Just let me think about my life
(And fly, fly, fly, fly)
Where I wanna go, and where I been
(Fly, fly, fly)
Turn the headphones up
[Verse 1]
Take me away from all the drama man, I miss the old days
With all of these backstabbers i feel like the old jay
I wanna open up my parachute but it’s cold playing this role when you never been the type to role play
There’s something about this game and it fucks with you mentally
Like football players leaving the league with traumatic brain injuries
And eventually, you’ll never be the same as you were
Then you look back at your life and everything is a blur
Like did I really turn 23 and see a mill before 24? Do they really value my friendship? Am I still down with the same niggas that I came in with?

Young Scooter – Hustlin (feat. YFN Lucci & Meek Mill)

Remember them nights, where was they plannin’ them nights? Remember my nigga, all we had dinner was rice
We was just gettin’ it right
Out on that corner then they ran up on us ’cause we tryna win win win
We catch a new case and get back out of jail and we do it again-gain-gain
Four on a baby, that one twenty-five, they feel like McGrady and we let ’em fly
Maybe I’m wrong, I pray that we kill ’em and we never die
Be with some niggas that stand up, they only get down on their knees just to pray to Allah
We the type [?] of them niggas to spray all them niggas like brrr and go to Dubai
You know that it’s on, nigga we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah [Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I was down, shit was slow
Nigga say he got them bags, but that shit hot, yeah
All we know is lay ’em down, yeah we gon’ plot
And if it’s in there we gon’ go in a nigga’s spot
Uh, slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure
My brother workin’ that stick, they keep on swangin’ that door
My partner just caught a five ’cause he got caught with that pole
Got to keep your mouth shut and play the game how it go, yeah
Hustlin’, yeah we were hustlin’
Nigga get out of line, hell yeah we gon’ bust him
Niggas that be talkin’ behind your back, you can’t trust ’em
And two words to a snitch nigga, motherfuck ’em, yeah
Makin’ plays like I’m in the NBA, in and out of state
Tryna feed my kids and beat a case
My lil partner got that iron on him, dying to catch a case
Sippin’ ’round, pourin’ nines, fuck a line we need a case, yeah hey
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Three sixty-five hustlin’ means we grind all year
You see this Rolex ’round my wrist, bitch I shine all year
I’m the Jugg King so I get jugg man of the year
I was locked up, juggin’ out my cell for real
Working out that condo, we was jugging for sure
Bust down a thousand pounds, sweep twenty pounds off the floor
Still got that ninety-seven Acura, with a spot in the floor
I’m ’bout these bricks for life just like that boy Shawty Lo (L-O)
A lot of niggas jugg but they can’t jugg like this
I got collard greens and I got all white fish
And I don’t need a ho ’cause I could buy your bitch
It take a real nigga to live a life like this
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
Got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
Yeah you know we hustlin’
Every day we hustlin’
Tryna get an M so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
Slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
Hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
Everytime you see me you know I’m tryna get more
Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Trappin’ out the bando, thirty shot extendo
Pop the cartridge in like we playin’ Nintendo
Put some paper on ’em, make them niggas get low
Shootin’ and they tellin’, that’s them niggas M-O, ho!

ONE – 그냥 그래 (Gettin’ By)

안녕 오랜만이야
너는 요즘 어떻게 지내
너무도 뻔한 이 말에
뻔한 대답을 해
I know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
모든 걸 내려놓을 것만 같았던
그때 그 순간을 이제는
추억이라고 말할 수가 있는 시간이 왔어
조금 덤덤히 너를 볼 수 있을 것 같아
전화길 들어 how you doin’
오랜만이네
너는 어떻게 지내? 기분이 어때
내가 듣고 싶던 대답이 아니어도 돼
너무 많은 시간이 흘렀기에
너와 나 우리도
그냥 똑같은 거야
저기 영화나 드라마
같은 건 없다고 말야
평범한 사랑을 했고
평범한 이별이었어
이제야 알 것만 같은 걸
안녕 오랜만이야
너는 요즘 어떻게 지내
너무도 뻔한 이 말에
뻔한 대답을 해
I know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
할 말은 너무 많지만
난 하지 않으려고 해
너도 나와 같은 맘
인거 아니 이 말로 대신할게
You know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
너무도 힘든 일이 많았겠지
가끔은 우는 날도 있었겠지
그때 내가 생각 나곤 했는지
아님 맘 편히 기대어 울 땐 있었는지 말야
나도 나름 많은 일들이 있었지
하는 일이 잘 되는 거 같다가도
무너지기도 몇 번씩
예전같이 너와 얘기하고 싶어
근데 그러면 안돼 남겨놔야지 뭐
너와 나 우리는
다른 사랑을 했다고
굳게 믿어 왔었지만
결국엔 똑같은 것
우린 인사를 나누고
다시 아무 일 없는 듯
익숙해진 그 자리로 돌아가
안녕 오랜만이야
너는 요즘 어떻게 지내
너무도 뻔한 이 말에
뻔한 대답을 해
I know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래
할 말은 너무 많지만
난 하지 않으려고 해
너도 나와 같은 맘
인거 아니 이 말로 대신할게
You know
그냥 그래
난 그냥 그래
다 그냥 그래

ONE – 해야해 (Heyahe)

차가운 새벽 공기 차가워진 몸
들어와 따뜻해진 이불 속
느껴지는 니 온기 헝클어진 머리카락과
너의 야릇한 미소
불은 켜놔야 해 다 기억할래 선명하게
너의 완벽한 실루엣 나를 뒤돌아볼 때
미칠 거 같아 oh damn
너의 머리 어깨 밑에
너와 눈이 마주친 순간 우린 시작을 해
눈을 감지 말아 지금
잠에 들기에는 아직 일러
괜히 감추기 싫어 우린 해야해
할 일을 해야해 우린 꼭 해야해
누가 먼저랄 거 없어
니 다릴 잡은 내 손
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
너넨 상상을 해 우린 상상 속에
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
햇빛이 방해할 때까지
We make so much love
Ay ay 네가 충분할때까지
Baby work it work it uh
Give it that work
Give it that work
너의 숨결이 바빠져
할 일은 끝나지 않아
우린 지금 바쁘잖아 uh
눈을 감지 말아 지금
잠에 들기에는 아직 일러
괜히 감추기 싫어 우린 해야해
할 일을 해야해 우린 꼭 해야해
누가 먼저랄 거 없어
니 다릴 잡은 내 손
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
너넨 상상을 해 우린 상상 속에
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
누가 먼저랄 거 없어
니 다릴 잡은 내 손
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
너넨 상상을 해 우린 상상 속에
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
Yeah I’m lovin’ it with you
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해
우린 해야해 할 일을 해야해
이 밤이 끝나기 전에 우린 해야해