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Young Thug – On Fire Lyrics

YOUNG THUGOn Fire Lyrics
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard ’bout shaggin’ my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
f**k your thot
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on! Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I’m spittin’ fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch ’em
I’m tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I need a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Every single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I’m that raw
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Rockin’ gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin’ gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can’t make mistakes lil’ homie
Ay, I ain’t got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a cover girl
You can come and chill with me
Let’s drink a pint of codeine
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you’re gone
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just ’cause my son
I put a corder on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain’t traded in or nothin’
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me
Bird on my boots
Mm, you kick ’em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I’m Rick the Ruler
Mm, that’s foreign, ain’t no skoom
We killin’, ain’t tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from Raymond news
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin’ girl, you full
Got Molly in my Red Bull
I’m with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire like you
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard ’bout shaggin’ my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
f**k your thot
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

Calvin Harris – Skrt On Me Lyrics

CALVIN HARRISSkrt On Me Lyrics
Young Money!! Said, baby, no, no, no, no, no
You know my loving ain’t free, babe
Won’t make you do what you don’t wanna do
What you don’t wanna do, no that ain’t me, babe
Said, baby, nah nah nah, I ain’t with the drama
That ain’t what I need
I need your tin heart now, need your ten toes down, baby
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
Pull up from behind, baby, whine up
And you and me, we can shine up
So, baby, come make your mind up
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
Pull up from behind, baby, whine up
And you and me, we can shine up
So, baby, come make your mind up

Melendi – Destino O Casualidad Lyrics (feat. Ha*ash)

Ha*ash)
Ella iba caminando sola por la calle
Pensando “Dios, que complicado es esto del amor”
Se pregunto así misma cual habrá sido el detalle
Que seguro Cupido malinterpreto
El daba como cada noche vueltas en la cama
Sono de pronto una canción romántica en la radio
Quizá fue Michael Bolton quien metió el dedo en la yaga
Y como le faltaba el sueño fui a buscarlo
Los dos estaban caminando en el mismo sentido
Y no hablo de la dirección errante de sus pasos
El la miro, ella contesto con un suspiro
Y el universo conspiro para abrazarlos
Dos extraños bailando bajo la luna
Se convierten en amantes al compás
De esa extraña melodía, que algunos llaman destino
Y otros prefieren llamar, casualidad
Y el le pregunto al oído
“Mi amor, ¿donde estabas? Durante todo el tiempo que yo te busque”
Ella le contesto “Lo siento, es que estuve ocupada”
Aunque para serte sincera, ahora no entiendo en que
La noche se hizo día, pero no se fue la luna
Se quedo a verlos apoyada en el hombro del sol
Alumbrales con fuerza, brilla todo el día
Y cuando llegue la noche, yo sellare su pasión
Dos extraños bailando bajo la luna
Se convierten en amantes al compás
De esa extraña melodía, que algunos llaman destino
Y otros prefieren llamar, casualidad
Y bailan sin que les importe nada, que suceda alrededor
Y bailan y la gente que les miran va creyendo en el amor
Dos extraños bailando bajo la luna
Se convierten en amantes al compás
De esa extraña melodía, que algunos llaman destino
Y otros prefieren llamar, casualidad. MELENDIDestino O Casualidad Lyrics (feat.

Markus Lorber – Back With Words Lyrics

MARKUS LORBERBack With Words Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Too many people are around me all the time
They need to talk, they need to speak
The sound of silence seems to be old fashioned now
Not to be heard means to be weak
[Verse 2]
A million words are rushing in to fill my brain
But all that noise does not make sense
I need to find a place to hide myself away
To ease my mind from alien plans
[Chorus]
Don’t be sad when I don’ give a call
It’s just that I’m too tired of talking now
Don’t get mad if I even do not write
I promise I’ll be back with words somehow
[Verse 3]
When I don’t call you then of course this does not mean
That I have cleared you from my mind
You’re always here, you’re always with me in my thoughts
And in my dreams guess whom I find
[Chorus]
Don’t be sad…
[Bridge]
I love the strand, I love the sea, I love the sun
I love the rain, I love the woods, I’m on the run
I love the stars and all the silence in between
I love your style
And in a while
We’ll meet again
We will smile then
[Chorus]
Don’t be sad…
[Verse 1]
Too many people are around me all the time
They need to talk, they need to speak
The sound of silence seems to be old fashioned now
Not to be heard means to be weak

Lost Kings – Look At Us Now Lyrics (feat. Ally Brooke & A$ap Ferg)

Look at us now
Look at us now
Wakin’ up, feelin’ stupid
Said I wouldn’t be that person, now I’m here with you
Should’ve known that I would do this
Why do I even try to, try to, try to, try
Said we shouldn’t talk but now we’re talkin’
(Now we’re talkin’)
Said we shouldn’t touch but now we’re touchin’
(We’re touchin’ now)
Said we wouldn’t, said we wouldn’t, who we fooling? Ally Brooke & A$ap Ferg)
Oh my Gosh, thought I was stronger
Said I wouldn’t be that person, now I’m callin’ you
Oh my Gosh, why am I driving? We’re better when we’re not tied down
Turn my ex to my rebound, ready for another
When we’re here together
Don’t this just feel better, yeah? Probably shouldn’t
Look at us now
I just drove to your house, ready for another
When we’re here together
Don’t this just feel better, yeah? We’re better when we’re not tied down
Turn my ex to my rebound, ready for another
When we’re here together
Don’t this just feel better, yeah? Look at us now
Look at us now
I wanna touch, I wanna rub, I wanna kiss, I wanna love
I wanna uh
I wanna go, I wanna stay, I wanna leave, I wanna lay
I wanna uh
Keep telling me that it’s okay, don’t wanna play
Don’t wanna argue or fuss
I don’t wanna hurt, don’t wanna curse
It be the girls like you that I won’t wanna trust
Lust
Really wanna come to, I don’t really know how to run from you
And I’m out here ’cause I want to be
I’m just here ’cause I want you
Can we just kick it like kung fu? Probably shouldn’t
Look at us now
I just drove to your house, ready for another
When we’re here together
Don’t this just feel better, yeah? We’re better when we’re not tied down
Turn my ex to my rebound, ready for another
When we’re here together
Don’t this just feel better, yeah? Look at us now
Look at us now LOST KINGSLook At Us Now Lyrics (feat. My heart’s feelin’ like what a dumb fool
Man, it felt like I was the only one
I know there was a reason why I felt you
Look at us now
I just drove to your house, ready for another
When we’re here together
Don’t this just feel better, yeah? Said won’t let myself fall back inside of you
Said we shouldn’t talk but now we’re talkin’
Said we shouldn’t touch but now we’re touchin’
Said we wouldn’t, said we wouldn’t, who we fooling?

Joey Bada$$ – Love Is Only A Feeling

[Verse 1]
Look, I love her curves but what’s more preferred
Is the way she articulates words
Can’t help observe and stare
When she in the mirror
Masculine massacre while she fixing her hair
I mean she so perfect
And I owe her the world
We built the foundation, everything I want in a girl
And it’s a matter of time until her last name mine
You got potential baby, just imagine us combined
I wanna see you shine like the gem that you are
Want you be so secure that they see from afar
That you don’t need another man
And you can stand on your own
Let’s keep stacking your bread
And when are we gonna get gone
And get, away from here
You’re the only reason I be, staying here
Wanna paint a picture, let’s make it clear
The future so bright baby, race you there
[Hook]
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling

[Verse 2]
Girl you talk too much, need to relax
No stress please, just please roll us a fat
Blunt so we can smoke, and fill the room with love
You buzz ’cause I’m feeling the groove with this one
Come take you a sip, let’s dance under the moon
They way that it’s lit, got me feelin’ the mood
To vibe and be tuned, I’m so into you
Let’s lose track of the night and stay up til it’s noon
Watch the sun rise and watch the moon fall
Let’s leave a few wheels, surprised when you spawn
Back from the world of infinite beyond
Roll your eyes back and let’s keep on going
Come take a ride, I’ll be your chauffeur
I wanna make you sing to me as you toast girl
I love it when she doing all the things I showed her
I think our love formin’ that’s what I owe her
[Hook]
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling

Joey Bada$$ – Too Lit

[Intro]
Oh you lit
[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (aye)
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
[?]
[Verse 1]
I know my angels got my back, but it’s demons all in front of me
A halo for a hat, I wear the crown always underneath
The king to a God, tryna guard all this energy
That’s why I stay strapped – in my dungarees
Looking at the past, thinking everything is done to me
Moving so fast I can’t let the future run from me
One foot upon the gas, the other foot up in my enemy’s ass
I’m just tryna make my legacy last, it’s everlasting
You never passing a nigga’s passion
They on their last stretch like they’re elastic
I’m Mr. Fantastic, everything I drop, another classic
They only mad cause I got it mastered
Anything that I imagined, I made it happen
Turn the pen into a wand and I make magic
I’m good with the words but I’m better at the actions
I’m putting in the work, man I’m never relaxing my nigga

[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (aye)
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
[?]
[Verse 2]
And you don’t understand my angle
Getting tangled in, all kind of stars, it’s spangled
Feeling like I’m dangling over a edge
Playing tango with the Devil trying not to break a leg
I’m just tryna break bread with my brother man
Rather see us niggas dead, you don’t understand
Middle fingers to the feds and the government
I’m taking shots to the head like Osama Bin
I’m wilin’ man, they rather see me talking ’bout my wallet and
How I got the girls going crazy at the colleges
She give me good brain and I might just pay her scholarship
Pussy intuition, baby get up on this knowledge and swallow it
I penetrate deep like a hollow tip
You can ride the mic baby girl we can politic
The money, man I’m piling it
I’m profound at this
Never I profile with it, my whole style legit

[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick, (yeah)
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (yeah)
Never could be too rich (aye)
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
[?]
[Interlude]
That’s right, yeah that’s right, that’s right (yeah)
Never could be too lit
Tell America to suck my dick
Never could be too [?]
Never could be too
[Verse 3]
Who wants war with the demi-god, demi-god
Feeling like I’m Thor for the denims on, special clothes
[?] attatched to the emerald
A vessel of a force, to be with you in the epilogue
It’s another episode, written from the upper echelon
Hidden in another rapper lungs, should I carry on tradition
As a Barry Bond division
Through the windows of my soul, ain’t no medical prescription
I’m on a mission, keep an eye out for opposition
Niggas tryna sneak him, that’s for his rap position
But they better off just quitting
Got bars like they Gods hitting in San Quentin
And I’m sicker than the judges with the sentencing
I sense tension
Viewers discretion, will be advised anytime that he arrive
They caught the vibe way before I step inside
I walk with the light, see the spark in my eyes

[Elis Regina]
Sentindo o frio
Em minha alma
Te convidei
[Hook]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
Never could be too
Never could be too lit (aye)
Never could be too rich
My bitch never gonna be too thick
[?]

Quentin Miller – Expression 5.5 (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah
[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P— (alright)

[Beat Switch]
[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, axe the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

Avenged Sevenfold – Retrovertigo

Post-ironic
Remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights
To your plight
And you’ll eat
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I’m dulled by excess
And a cynic at best
My art imitates crime
Paid for by
The allies
So invest
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
There’s a vintage thirst returning
But I’m sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo

A tribute to false memories
With conviction
Cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?

Bad Bunny – Tu No Metes Cabra

[Intro: Hector El Father]
Cuando ustedes me ven, yo sé que tiemblan
Yo estoy ready 24 hours
El Father, pídanme la bendición
[Coro: Hector El Father]
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche
[Verso 1: Bad Bunny]
Yeh, estoy subiendo como espuma
Prendiéndole en la cara al que no fuma
Ando con Adidas veloces como un puma
El Undertaker saliendo de la bruma
Y se apagan las luces, prende el wax para que me muses
Tú no metes cabra, tú no luces
No es el Mercedes, es quien lo conduce
Y dime que son Retro sin un Jordan que las use
Evita el delay
Aquí si no te ponchamos, te damos doble play
No existe replay, son Miami sin Lebron y Wade
Nos vamos a switcher, aunque me fichen
Me tiran pero soy un pitcher
Tu jeva loca que me la chiche
Yo matando y tú mirando en los bleacher

[Coro: Hector El Father]
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche
[Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
Yo controlo la calle sin ser bichote
Un melón y pico entre el pote
Yo tengo el pique flow chipotle
Shaquille O’Neal debajo del aro
Nadie me quita un rebote
La nueva religión, yo soy la nueva era
El responsable de que ustedes se cayeran
Apartamento frente al mar, lo tengo de pecera
Y el sour diesel directo de la nevera
Se bebe y se chinga como en prom
Yo soy un hijueputa com
En el VIP soy Donald Trump
Yo tengo to’ Gucci hasta las foam, yeh
[Coro: Hector El Father]
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche

[Outro: Hector El Father, Bad Bunny]
Yo no escucho lo que ustedes están diciendo allá abajo
Bad Bunny, baby
Trap Kingz, baby
El jefe
Hear This Music
El jefe
Díselo Luian
Mambo Kingz
Mambo Kingz

smokepurpp – Gucci Breakfast (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp, Lil Purpp
Bitch
Four in the fuckin’ mornin’
Shout out these young hoes be hatin’ shit, ya dig? [Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast
Smoke a blunt for breakfast (what?)
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1: SmokePurpp]
Percocet, uh
I come to collect
For my set
I can get you wet, uh
I fucked that
I’m depressed, I stay in bed (what?)
Fuck your daughter (what?)
Fuck her ’til her pussy wet
I don’t need no glove
I need a vision, blunt
Bitch I’m from Dade County (what?)
Haitian, speak in tongue (okay)
Leave a nigga bloody like I poked him in the artery
I don’t do no party
I fuck hoes, do Molly
I just need somebody
To fuck hoes, do Molly with
I don’t do no party
Poke him in the artery
Ayy, what I say? Yuh, bitch
I’m fuckin’ tired! Want fuckin’ breakfast, ayy! Ayy
Bars, Xan, breakfast

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Pop a Xan for breakfast, ooh
Fucked that bitch then left her, yeah
Left her in a stretcher, ooh
Lil Pump the flexer, yeah
Pull up and I’m flexin’
Go to class with Smith & Wesson
Teacher told me I’m a blessin’
Always askin’ why I’m finessin’, uh
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar
I pop Xans and crash cars
Everything is Goyard
All I do is swipe card
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

Starlito – Too Many (Hot Chicken Album)

She pull up on me looking like a snack
I took her homie and you can’t have her back
[Verse 1]
Lately I been thinking too much
Rolled up too much dope, I’m Prolly drinking too much
Told her that I loved her, what I mean is too much
Then again I heard there was no such thing as too much
Can’t lie sometimes I feel like these demons too much
Still there’s no such thing as too much green in the blunt
Ain’t sip no lean in two months
Shawty give me a reason to lust
She pull up on me then I end up wanting to eat her for lunch
Fucking wit me I prolly teach you some stuff
You know Ima thug and I don’t easily trust
We went from creeping on the hush, now we just do us
And if her last nigga don’t like it, Fuck em he can adjust
[Chorus]
Long as I keep it real, and you keep it real
Fuck how they feel, Fuck how they feel
I’m in this for you, we ain’t doing this for them
How you feel about the whole world vs you and Slim
X2
Baby girl you worry too much
Really don’t give a fuck about who worried bout us
They wasn’t riding dirty with us
40 in your purse can’t fit that 30 in ya clutch
Our first date was at the shooting range
And my lil gangsta yea she call me by my middle name
She keep it really real, ain’t really with the games
Yea I caught feelings and I’m feeling like she feel the same
And my lil snack I got her back I flipped her taxes for some stacks real quick
Real friendship wit benefits should never have to ask for shit
Last nigga to drive her whip wouldn’t even put gas in it
Bout to put you in that coup just so you can pass em in it
[Chorus]
Long as I keep it real, and you keep it real
Fuck how they feel, Fuck how they feel
I’m in this for you, we ain’t doing this for them
How you feel about the whole world vs you and Slim
X2

Lil Wayne – Fireworks (feat. Jeezy)

[Intro: Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Got-It
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I’m a hot boy
You out here fuckin’ anything then you’s a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin’, I’m the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin’ like it’s doin’ ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that’s a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin’, call me 2:40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I’m just tryna put a hundred mil’ up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don’t cost a half a mil’, dawg don’t even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I’m gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There’s a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I’m the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I’m Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin’
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin’
You ain’t shit, you just pre-season
You ain’t lit, you just pre-heated
Can’t quit, I’ma keep leanin’
Smoke gas, I’ma keep premium
Green, green, in the money scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin’ on the Visa
Speakin’ of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I’m a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I’m in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin’ on the sprinklers, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I’m the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch’s house
That’s his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I’ma pig out
Yeah I’m Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain’t no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain’t tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that’s the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I’m still mastermindin’
Tryna find the silver linin’, find ’em, pat ’em, line ’em
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that’s how it works

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Jeezy]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can’t check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one’s fuckin’ with it
Uh, I got ’em bathin’ like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that’s how it works
All day, nigga
Coppin’ shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
Mula, baby

Lil Wayne – Magnolia (Freestyle)

Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze-in’ you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waitin’ for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it’s the Roc, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
The bitches’ drawers gon’ drop, and then the call’s gon’ drop
Hello? they gettin’ shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

[Chorus]
Hollup, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, ’cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they’re new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain’t tryin’ might find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple coupe
Passin’ you up like juke
Turnin’ heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What’s in that, bag? I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast? Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I’m Mr. [Verse 1]
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin’ from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let ’em milly rock
Me and woe don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I’m higher than my socks
I’m twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Intro]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? 14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?

Higher Brothers & J Mag – Workin

姚明退已进路名人堂 我会像他一样伟大
看他上第一场比赛 [?]
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买我最喜欢的Nike
Spendin’ cash, flow catch
That’s my type beat
赚到钱都用来打扮jewelry[?]
我们童子返回曹国Wi-Fi覆盖率
Ay ay ay, it’s Higher Brothers and the J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn, I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! [Post-hook: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4 Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4
[Verse 2: MaSiWei]
他们倚重我 他们激愤我
她想跟我生个baby 让他继承我
She say, hey MaSiWei 为啥怎么[?]
Yeah, MaSiWei, can we do it like that? [Post-hook: J. Luh-
[Verse 1: J. Mag
We working at the studio 你妈了个批
[Post-hook: J. [Intro: J. Mag]
Woke up, workin’
Go to sleep, workin’
Hit the mall, workin’
Tell a shorty, come and twerk it
Damn, I hope it’s worth it
All these years I’ve been grindin’
Man, I hope it’s worth it
Yah! Mag & MaSiWei]
Woke up
Go to sleep, yuh
Work, workin’
Ay Higher, ay Higher
[Hook 1: J. Mag]
Bitch you know I’m workin’
Yeah I’m from the Middle East but I don’t wear no turban
Hater take a seat, sometimes I like my bitches curvy
Harikiri on the beat so you know we workin’
London to Sudan, China to Oman
Ay bitch I’m on the grind
I’m balling from the free throw line
Gold grill on my teeth, MJ on my feet
Fit jeans with the rip got me looking clean
Brr- brr- brr- brr-
My bitch on the plug
And she got all the drugs
I take them ’til I say enough
Yuh, look
Leanin’, rockin’, all my shows be poppin’
My hoes call me papi, pull up in a foreign option skrr
[Hook 2: J. Mag & MaSiWei]
Show me how we put in work X4
Oh my God I put in work X4
[Verse 3: Psy.P]
[?] {?]
他们的那么期待 [?]
上场了我们的MV 美国的黑人也爱
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拍了个新的MV [?]
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[Hook 2: J.

Meyhem Lauren – Aggressive Metal

[Intro]
Yo
Yo, that nigga just…
Son, he lit him up, son
He lit the nigga up like a Christmas tree, son
Like it was the Fourth of July, son
I mean, yo…
That shit…
Yo, that nigga was trying to fucking cook the nigga, son
I mean, like, that shit’s fucked up, son
That nigga hit the nigga up like he was just like Shish kebab
Like, he was just meat, nigga
Like, like he was nothing
Yo, that shit’s fucked up, man
[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, yeah
AKA Lauren Avicii
It’s all Queens everything
Yo
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Swerving like we dodging potholes
My niggas got those
Gifted with the jewels on
That’s how you rock hoes
I don’t even hit them with G
I speak a thousand
Champagne sprinkled in cups while niggas browsing
’84 Guccis on, wrist on chill
Eat steak, move flake while we get this meal
Street corner music for my niggas that dump
Let the Glock shake the block like the box to the trunk
Sway patch up a precise, we looking cleanly
I been fresh, a dirtbag bitch couldn’t be friendly
Pop bottle, pop tags, pop collars
Niggas get popped for acting like they block scholars
Falsely, I’ve been implicated in a scandal
That shit is untrue like me seen rocking a sandal
I’m a Nike head
If not, I rock a Gucci kick
Welcome to Queens where niggas show you how to Uzi spit
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Doing good, I’m talking real refinement
Doggy, I’m straight like a wheel alignment
Prescribe work to heal a client
Aggressive metal protects metal that’s precious
My whole team stars, we never settle for benches
My whip big body like Bes’
We reckless
Finesse this fucking lifestyle
I’m thinking right now
I don’t get scared of police like I’m a White child
I speak success fluently
[?] I’m just doing me
Swipe to the left like we using Tinder
Leave your skin cut up there like we [?]
Stacking papes looking like apes that need crates
Peace to niggas fucking with birds and big eights
It’s Laurenovich

Wolf Alice – Don’t Delete The Kisses

I’m like a teenage girl
I might as well write all over my notebook
That you ‘rock my world!’
You do, you really do
You’ve turned me upside down
And that’s okay, I’ll let it happen
‘Cause I like having you around
I’m a love-trick, a romantic cliche
And they really are all true
And we catch eyes in a stupid party
I know exactly what to do
I’ll take your hand, and we will leave
A French exit for me and you
You know I’m home, a little bit drunk
Some things don’t change
And I know now

[Chorus]
Me and you were meant to be
In love
Me and you were meant to be
In love
Me and you
[Outro]
I see the signs of a lifetime, you ’til I die Love
What if it’s not meant for me? Love
What if it’s not meant for me? Love
[Verse 2]
A few days pass since I last saw you
And you have taken over my mind
I’m re-telling jokes you made that made me laugh
Pretending that they’re mine
I wanna tell the whole world about you
I think that that’s a sign
I’m losing self control and it’s you
It really is, one thousand times
I look at your picture and I smile
How awful’s that? Love
[Verse 1]
I’d like to get to know you
I’d like to take you out
We’d go to the Hail Mary
And afterwards make out
Instead I’m typing you a message
That I know I’ll never send
Rewriting old excuses
Delete the kisses at the end
When I see you, the whole world reduces
To just that room
And then I remember and I’m shy
That gossip’s eye will look too soon
And then I’m trapped, overthinking
And yeah, probably self-doubt
You tell me to get over it
And to take you out
But I can’t, I’m too scared
And there’s the night-bus, I have to go
And the doors are closing and you were waving
And I like you, and I’ll never let it show
And you won’t wait and maybe I won’t mind
I work better on my own
And now I’m, well, a bit drunk
And I ask myself
[Chorus]
What if it’s not meant for me? [Intro]
I see the signs of a lifetime, you ’til I die
And I’m swiftly out, I wish goodbye
[Chorus]
What if it’s not meant for me?

Calvin Harris – Faking It (feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty)

Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you holding me? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better (‘lil boat) I’m thinking you need me baby (‘lil boat, ‘lil boat, ‘lil boat, ‘lil boat)
I’m not gonna act like I don’t love ya baby because deep in my mind, girl I know I do
Try to search after the water not well but I can’t find a girl that looks close like you
I had made millions of dollars, but I’m still alone ’til I come home back to you
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house and laughed out on your avenue
Oh you can’t front, you’re a stone cold diva
I had to get counselling from my mom, she’s a heartbreak teacher
Remember that time I put those pepperonis on your face made you a creature
Now I think ’bout you every single time I eat pizza
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Oh she killed that shit
She was killing it that was hard, bruh
Didn’t think she could get that high
But she killed that
Go Lani, go Lani Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Why you holding me? Pray to god, but I’m feeling like he’s going deaf
Now when I lean you and I got nothing left
Hey, I’ve been wanting to call you
Tell you that I’m sorry
Same old fucking story everybody sings
And I’m say I’m okay But I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay But I saw that you liked it
2 am and faded
I know that’s when you like it
I know that’s when you miss me
I know that’s when you’re crying
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it? Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Just a little bit better I’m thinking you need me baby
Nowadays I’m just a bitch to everybody else (fuck you and you)
I don’t need no shoulders I’m good crying by myself (fuck you too)
Moving on to chokers, you know I still adore ya
Unrequited love is just a lover’s telling
And I’m say I’m okay but I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay but I saw that you liked it
2 am and faded
I know that’s when you like it
I know that’s when you miss me
I know that’s when you’re crying
Why you, why you, why you checking, if you’re over it
Why you, why you say let go, if you’re still holding it?

Calvin Harris – Prayers Up (feat. Travis Scott & A-Trak)

Blessing blessing blessing blessing
Alright! Straight up! It’s lit! Yeah! Take a molly like a million
My lil’ girl like "What you doin’?"
I’m just tryna even tho my eyes
Sip and sip ’til I feel like a god
Yeah my cup overflowin’
Fucked up and you know it
I swear I feel like I’m floating
Feel like everybody knows it
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah
Everybody must know it
Yeah, I’m up, yeah, I’m up, yeah
Tell the world, yeah, I’m floatin’ (it’s lit!)
They ain’t think I’d ever go and flex like this
Never had plans of gettin’ less than this
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Bless up)
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Yeah!)
Smoking loud like to pour lean (pour lean)
Luxury wheels, that you know whip (know whip)
Mama said she wants me in the church (praise God)
Before the day they put me in a hearse (thank God)
But I just feel like God when I lick it (Straight up)
If only God can judge me, then I’m innocent (Straight up)
‘Cause everytime I’m adding up my dividends
At the same time I have my blessings up
Yeah I’m up yeah I’m up yeah
Everybody must know it
Yeah I’m up yeah I’m up yeah
Tell the world yeah I’m floatin’
They ain’t think I’d ever go and flex like this
Never had plans of getting less than this
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Bless up)
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
Purple drank in my prayer cup
Whole squad sending prayers up
My god, I know where the blessing is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (Yeah!)
Straight up! Pour up! Alright!

Liam Gallagher – Chinatown

[Verse 1]
Well the cops are taking over
While everyone’s in yoga
‘Cause happiness is still a warm gun
What’s it to be free man? What’s a European? Me I just believe in the sun
[Chorus]
Take me down
Through the streets of Chinatown
Show me that you know some places
God told me
Live a life of luxury
All our lives we’ve both been waiting
[Verse 2]
Telephonic doses
Eliminate neurosis
And some say it’s the cause of it all
Concentrate on winning
Forget about beginning
Forget about the middle and end
[Chorus]
Take me down
Through the streets of Chinatown
Show me that you know some places
God told me
Live a life of luxury
All our lives we’ve both been waiting
[Chorus]
Take me down
Through the streets of Chinatown
Show me that you know some places
God told me
Live a life of luxury
All our lives we’ve both been waiting