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Swae Lee – Heat Of The Moment lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
Hey
Chopsquad
Ooh
In the heat of the moment, I know I can…
Yeah
DJ the beast on this banger!

[Chorus]
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself

[Verse 1]
It’s no suggestion comin’ from me
I’m just somebody that cares
And you can front like you don’t feel me
You most definitely care
And if there’s some kinda hold on your love or your heart
Then baby, why lie?
You’re killin’ me like a homicide
Needing more excitement for your double life
Here’s the drugs for your sore eyes
From friends that are hard to come by
Let’s just hope that my phones don’t die
So you can reach me
I know I’m changin’ for sure
Lay in the lowest of love
And you saw me transform
And there was no cure

[Chorus]
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself

[Verse 2]
I wonder sometimes, if the one that’s passed me by
I wonder sometimes, if somebody’s lovin’ you right
Table’s turned all of a sudden
Riding by my side, like on a trollie
Father, God, they want my money
Heart on fire, they never could crush it
Twisting up my dialogue
Sorry, but I’m wide-wide eye buggin’
Something else you need from me
But would you even take a bullet?
Let me buy your time
Even though I wiped off your kiss
And I shouldn’t say too much
Becaue it’s what I do, that really sinks in

[Chorus]
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself

Swae Lee – Lost Angels lyrics

[Verse 1]
Winter’s over, let the sun in
Wife-beater on me, let’s pour the rum
Wife-beater on me, I’ll take you on
I’m the closest and you’re shinin’ like a summer solstice
Everyone’s tryna figure you out
On the patio and we’re just strung out
And I know what you’re into
Fortune tellers couldn’t tell you what to do
If I seem like I’m bad news

[Chorus]
Then hide from me, girl
I want a good girl, and you fit the criteria
I’m fuckin’ takin’ you serious
Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl)
In love, no typical love
I’m a smokin’ gun and I’m still on the run

[Verse 2]
Tan Jeep out front with the Rollie on
Nine deep and we’ve been away from home too long
I’ma make your bitch choose
Five liters in the cooler
Five liters in the cooler
You can pose with your poodle
Drive fast in your new car
Drive fast in your new car
I’ma give you that bling
Kiss the big face that I love dearly
That nigga ain’t near as cool as me
Hate with all your might, I’m coolin’, b
And I’m sure you’ve never had this experience before
Helicopter on the roof, let’s soar
And I’m out on the west like Schwartz
Niggas fuckin’ up the golf course
So that’s what rich niggas are doin’ these days
Yeah we get money like 10, 12 ways
And on a restless night
She gon’ take me where I need to go
In the backseat of the Maybach, where we used to get on
And you want real love
One that’ll make you feel like you just woke up

[Chorus]
I think you better hide from me, girl
I want a good girl, and you fit the criteria
I’m fuckin’ takin’ you serious
Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl)
In love, no typical love
I’m a smokin’ gun and I’m still on the run

Swae Lee – Red Wine lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don’t you run away (hol’ up)
I caught you on a wave (yeah)
I’m not tryna follow the blind
And you not tryna be left behind
It takes more than two shots (ooh)
To wipe my memory clean
And I was bustin’ in blocks
Just to hear you sing (oh, oh, oh, girl)

[Chorus]
Good girl (hey)
I’ll see you in the daytime
I’m just too lit for white wine (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Good girl (hey)
I’ll see you in the daytime
I’m just too lit for red wine (lit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (uh huh)

[Verse 2]
You wanted to go down in this place
This good gas has me in a good space
Between the money and the women, I wake up still in a daze
Daze, daze
No roleplay
Can’t roleplay
Oh, yeah
Enjoy your trip
Just be you and I’ll be all that I can be
This love got you borderline crazy
I crashed on your shore, oh
And now let’s move forward

Swae Lee – Touchscreen Navigation lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah)
Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination
If you can’t get over me, it’s because the good vibrations
50 large in my pants like what? (Hey) Like what’s the occasion?

[Verse]
Just dunked a girl in the pool
There’s plenty room in my SUV when I’m on the avenue
Rich bitch, I’m on to you
If it’s mine, it ain’t up for grabs
I make ’em pay me in cash
If the last didn’t last
It’s ’cause they didn’t love you like they should have
So I’ll get you from the train station
Know you don’t mind, so I’ll have the tree waitin’
If it’s on my mind then it’s on yours too
I’ll make the first move and I guarantee you’ll call me back, yeah
Cupid got a bounty on me (on me)
Trouble done found you
Banded up ’cause you’re callin’ (ooh)
Banded up ’cause you’re callin’ (yeah)
And I was homesick these past Februaries
Runnin’ around hopin’ payback was sweet
Money up, now we really flexin’
I take it out of park like

[Chorus]
Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah)
Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination
If you can’t get over me, it’s because the good vibrations
50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what’s the occasion?

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah)
Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination
If you can’t get over me, it’s because the good vibrations
50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what’s the occasion?

DJ Khaled – Top Off (feat. JAY-Z, Future & Beyoncé) lyrics

[Intro: JAY-Z & DJ Khaled]
Ah, all that shit real too, ahhhh
I ain’t gon’ stop
I see the…
I’m ain’t gon’ stop
I’m ain’t… haha
We The Best Music

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
Another one
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, oh
I took the top off the Maybach, ah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah

[Refrain: Future & JAY-Z]
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, I ain’t gon’ stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt)

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
V12, see ya, 12 (bye)
I do the whole dash with no seatbelt
Screamin’, “Free my nigga, Meek Mill”
Niggas can’t wheelie in this free world
Meanwhile Georgie Porgie sinnin’ and sendin’ me threats
Save your breath, you couldn’t beat a flight of steps
Try that shit with a grown man
I’ll kill that fuckboy with my own hand
And hop back in the coupe (woo, woo)
Let’s go back to the mud, I’ll hop right out the suit
Save all that woopty woop
Let’s let the money talk, let the Uzi shoot
No jewels in this Patek Philippe
It’s complicated, three million apiece
Sheesh, that’s how we do time
Dujac by the mag, that’s how we do wine
$91,000 for a wine bill
Keep it real with you, that was Juan’s bill
My whole team ball
Everybody’s a star but the team ball
’61 with the thing off
Me and Blue havin’ a sing off
That’s a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store
That’s a vintage piece
Kind that make haters kiss their teeth, you can’t buy this new
I had the ‘Bach-bach-bach you know how I do
Two-tone with the powder blue (woo)
Realest shit to come out the stu’
Khaled is valid, every word is true
What these niggas gon’ do without us, dude?

[Chorus: Future]
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, rrt
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
I chopped the top off in Otis
Ridin’ ’round town with the FLOTUS
1.5 for the Landaulet
Bey, put these fuckboys on notice (fuckboys on notice)

[Verse 3: Beyoncé]
I’m the only lady here, still the realest nigga in the room
I break the internet, top two and I ain’t number two
My body, my ice, my cash, all real, I’m a triple threat
Fuck it up and then leave, come back, fuck it up and leave again
Top off the coupe and it look like Freaknik
In the hood, hollerin’, “Free Meek”
Two deep, it’s just me and JAY
Just posted in them courtside seats
Woo! I’m like “hol’ up”
Woo! I might roll up
If they’re tryna party with the queen
They gon’ have to sign a non-disclosure, ayy

[Chorus: Beyoncé & Future]
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach (ain’t gon’ stop)
I took the top off the Maybach (rah)
I took the top off the Maybach (woo, woo)
Ayy, I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach

[Bridge: Future]
Ooh-ooh, ooh, it’s glittery, glittery
Ooh-ooh, it’s pricy, pricy
Ooh-ooh, 1.5
Ooh-ooh, I’m hyphy, I’m hyphy

[Refrain: Future]
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain’t gon’ stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, rrt, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)

[Outro: DJ Khaled & Future]
We The Best Music
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off
Roc Nation
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off, ooh-ooh

Hannibal Abdullah-El – Gangster Fairytales lyrics

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Verse: 1

I can tell ya kind
Delusions from tv on ya mind
Eatin’ swine
Sippin on cheap wine,
Ya ass crack showin
Thats why we far behind
Its cool
Thats why im hear
To raise the deaf, dumb and blind,
You think your handsome
Get kidnapped
Held for ransom,
You ya wife, momma, daughter, grandparents and grandson,
Ever heard the sound of automatic gunfire?
Seen a life expire?
Or somebody beat with barbwire?,
Weirdo,
Who wanna be a hero
Probably shit on ya self
If you seen a whole kilo,
Armchair revolutionaries
Act hard but scary
I’ll cast the first stone
Nobody has to dare me,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
That’s gangster

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Verse: 2

Watching videos
Don’t get caught up in the glamour and glitz
Fat rides
Half naked women and tight spits
I prefer to drop science
Create a tight alliance
Change the system from within
Sort of a silent defiance
On this world wide monopoly
From here to Tripoli
Ain’t no stopping me im free
Not state property
Slanging yo asshole and lyrics
Like commodities
No tellin’ on myslef on a record
Thats an atrocity
Like a bumblebee
Only stinging when attacked
Counter attack
To yo head, legs, arms and back
Ranaway so fast people thought you ran track
Mess with me you’d rather smoke crack
Or jump in needle haystacks
Thats gangsta!

Verse: 3

On my way to school
I dodged murder plots
Crooked cops
Never knew my moms
The streets were my pops,
Use to get called a nerd
Didn’t faze me
Cuz some knew in my pocket
That I packed a .380,
Calm before a storm
Like a soldier in Vietnam
Ready to set it off
And get it on,
Fudge packers
Black crackers
Back packers
And bisexual B-Boys
Need to be sued for malpractice,
Giving no repreive
Keeping tricks up my sleeve
Slaying Adam and Steve
Who hate Adam and Eve,
It gets scary to them
They can not stop us
On warships, submarines,
Planes, tanks and helicopters,
Think what would happen
If we said sam i quit
Working for you
By the way this is our shit,
Like corporate takeovers
Give em a makeover,
Get bush drunk
Put em’ on house arrest
Then beat him till he sober,
Daz gangster!

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Death Grips – Streaky lyrics

[Intro]
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky, yeah

[Hook]
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my

[Post-Hook]
Don’t throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dreamtime announced
Don’t leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Booty on the outside

[Verse 1]
Can’t double back, double stack, triple stack, jetpack
Low crack, low sale, grand prize, pay ’em gram, can’t lag
Might pay to feed that, speed gap (oh my)
Lost highway, speed neck, seek Jane
On deck with no grease trap
High stake that, one-take track, can’t fake that
Cut it back, go back, back, take that

[Hook]
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

[Verse 2]
Keratin on pants dried, good to paraglide, blare a fie
Surfin’ through a tail pipe
Stick shift stun drive, turn on a tail light, sail like
Learn you how to dead right
Bounce with no downside, down for that joyride
Ghostride, bouta do a no rod, low ride, grip it like a cheetah fly
Bonafide creeper type

[Hook]
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)

[Post-Hook]
Don’t throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Don’t leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Streaky on the outside

[Bridge]
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside

[Hook]
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

Slim Jxmmi – Anti-Social Smokers Club (feat. Zoë Kravitz) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Slim Jxmmi
Ear Drummers

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, straight up out a fuckin’ dream (yeah)
Michael Jordan with the rings (rings)
Louis to my fuckin’ sleeves (agh)
Bitch, you see who bustin’ cheese (agh)
Come and hit this fuckin’ weed (come here)
Live, ride, smoke, luxury (woo)
Swear this shit ain’t nothin’ to me (ain’t nothin’)
Blowin’ money fun to me (look)
What this money done to me?
All these motherfuckin’ haters
I’ma give ’em somethin’ to see (show ’em how)
All this motherfuckin’ paper, I’ma spend it how I please (blow it)
50K on some jewelry, I got chains, I got rings (yeah)
I got chains, I got rings (yeah)
I got chains, I got rings (woah)
Damn, that young nigga fleek (yeah)
Dirty Timbs, Nudie jeans (ugh)
Hundreds bustin’ through the seams (ugh)
Man, these niggas losin’ steam
LV’s all over me (yeah)
You know who the fuck it be (Slim Jxmmi)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Bitch, you see this money that we spendin’, it ain’t counterfeit (ain’t counterfeit)
Them niggas can’t get in the buildin’, they ain’t on the list (ain’t on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin’ with the clique (what, what)
We came to get it poppin’, tell me if you with the shit (you with the shit)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (Zoë Krav, yeah)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with

[Verse 2: Zoë Kravitz]
They done fucked up and let me bring all this tree in here (who let me?)
Who the fuck gon help me smoke up all this reefer here? (What, what)
All you smell is Backwoods and Swisher Sweets in here (coo, coo)
Keep them bottles poppin’, bitches tryna drink in here (it’s lit, hey)
I’m in space, what’s in my cup, might be that dirty drank (dirty drank)
Spending paper in the club, who tryna break the bank? (Bust it)
Nigga say he with the crew, but no the fuck you ain’t (fuck you ain’t)
I can see it in your eyes that you a fuckin’ snake (you a snake)
Killin’ haters with success, I’m drippin’ like a lake (drip,drip, drip)
Ayo D, I got that guap that make them bitches shake (shake, shake, shake)
See me in that drop, they hyperventilate
That’s why your boyfriend wanna take me on a dinner date

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & (Zoë Kravitz)]
Uh, bitch, you see this money that we spendin’, it ain’t counterfeit (ain’t counterfeit)
Them niggas can’t get in the buildin’, they ain’t on the list (ain’t on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin’ with the clique (what, what?)
We came to get it poppin’, tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck (feat. Rae Sremmurd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ for me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothafuckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ spree (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Chanel (feat. Swae Lee & Pharrell) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the “B” is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, “Y’all copy, un-needly” (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, “You’re bitin'”, you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Slim Jxmmi – Cap (feat. Trouble) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Jxm, yeah

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (woo)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, ayy)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck the Instagram ’cause all these bitches be photoshoppin’ (yeah)
Catch me in SoHo shoppin’ (shop), maybe with your hoe thottin’ (thot)
Broke nigga talking that nonsense (fuckboy), we ain’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Rich nigga still eat ramen (rich) and I’m so hot like Austin (hot)
And I’m so smart like Carlton (ugh), blowin’ purp at the Ritz Carlton
Backwoods make me nauseous, new niggas make me cautious (Jxm)
I’m a young nigga I’m saucy (me), you a broke nigga you salty (you)
All of your diamonds look faulty (lookin’), all of my diamonds look glossy

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Trouble]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (huh, wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (yeah, they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 2: Trouble]
I hear all the chitter-chatter, pay no mind I just fill my blunt up (yeah, yeah)
Where they at where your bitches gather in my hood then we hit ’em after (yeah, smash)
So do me a favor, keep all the gossip on ten, you help me get poppin’ I’m in
In, just like the perps, know you likable, get too close, diamonds might fuck round and bite ’em
Kept me in the bluff, I’m plottin’, hard as fuck up on a wrist rocket, chained like a goddamn Nazi
All white diamond, good God shit
Eh, yeah, yeah, bitch I play above the rim (yeah, yeah)
This Big Trouble and Uncle Jxm, you be hatin’ yeah we know ’cause your pockets slim

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

Slim Jxmmi – Players Club lyrics

[Intro]
Check me out

[Verse 1]
My money right (Jxm), shit I might play with the extra (play with it)
I’m on my shit, I don’t stress much (woo)
I’m too ahead they can’t catch up (ayy)
I looked at her purse, it was Louis Vuitton (count it up)
She keep her hair and her nails done (ayy)
I’m in a space car, I got a radar (right)
They throwing shade and I’m gon’ make them hate more (woo)
I got a purpose, I got a reason (skrrt)
I pay my tax when I fuck with the strippers (fuck wit’ ’em)
I hit the studio in Gucci slippers (Gucci)
I hit the mall and ball at every vendor (ball)
Hustle like I’m the number one contender (yeah)
Make it hard for pretenders (yeah)
I got too much sauce for one nigga (sauce)
What it cost? Shit I don’t remember, ayy

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

[Verse 2]
I can’t be standing, I got no patience
I’m poppin’ bottles when I’m up in Aces
Fuck the police, I ain’t giving no statement
Shout out to the grind, the come up amazing
Used to have lint in my pocket, yeah (yeah)
So I went, got the big body, yeah (woo)
Mississippi license plate (ugh), when I park valet (valet)
Ayy, I’ma go fuck wit’ the strippers tonight (yeah)
Fresh off the plane and the temperature right (yeah)
I’m in Atlanta where go-getters get it
You wanna play, you better get you a ticket (ayy)
Shawty so bad, woulda thought she was Nicki (Nicki)
Shawty so bad, got these broke niggas tipping (ayy)
Say she in college, her lifestyle expensive (ayy)
Can’t even tell that she making some millions

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

Slim Jxmmi – Keep God First lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Ooh, brrr

[Refrain]
Kept me ’round with the same team (same team)
And we all got the same dream (same dream)
Diamonds whipped like ice cream
Hit it hard, make a girl scream
Young nigga livin’ a dream (dream)
Young nigga livin’ a dream (dream)
Feel like Belly ’cause I’m gettin’ cream (100 bands for a kilo, nigga)
Cash rules motherfuckin’ everything (everything)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, me and you ain’t the same
We in a different lane (we in a different lane)
Yuh, uh, uh, you a fool for even trying to compete with me
Uh, shit I’m doin’ you would think it was make believe (for real)
Ayy, hit her once, late night, then I made her leave (made her leave)
Ayy, don’t forget your purse, girl, don’t forget your keys
Uh, I’m so high right now, I look Japanese
Ayy, if you ain’t speakin’ facts, I don’t wanna converse
‘Cause, uh

[Chorus]
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (let’s pray)
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first (yeah)
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (what you sayin’)
You know my family come first
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first

[Refrain]
Kept me ’round with the same team (same team)
And we all got the same dream (same dream)
Diamonds whipped like ice cream
Hit it hard, make a girl scream (uh)
Young nigga livin’ a dream (livin’)
Young nigga livin’ a dream
Feel like Belly ’cause I’m gettin’ cream
Cash rules motherfuckin’ everything

[Verse 2]
Yeah, told the jeweler
All my pieces gotta be flooded
Young nigga gotta come correct (woo)
Young, but I got my hoes in check
Yeah, homie I’m an A-lister
I don’t really worry ’bout niggas (nope)
Fuck a trend, I’ma start a movement
On the rise, nigga, on the wave
Y’all better get used to it (better)
Park the Bentley, I’m showin’ off (woo)
Drop the top just to show it off (yeah)
My people with me, we don’t toast with y’all
Mob stuff, we in overhaul
Everything I’m doin’ it’s for the team
All I need a little Henny and weed (woo)
That’s gon’ put me where I need to be
And I need these hatin’ ass niggas to keep
My name out they mouth (keep my name out they mouth)
I ain’t got no time to argue with you, man, I got this money to count
We don’t politic with these clowns
We straight out that Mississippi mud
These hoes tryna see me right now
I’m sorry, baby, that’s a dub

[Chorus]
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (let’s pray)
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first (yeah)
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (what you sayin’)
You know my family come first
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first
(Woo, woo)

Slim Jxmmi – Growed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ear Drummers
Marzerati
Uncle Jxm!

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

[Verse 1]
(Uncle Jxmmi, yeah)
We ain’t ridin’ bikes no more, we ain’t ridin’ no scooters (ooh, ridin’ no scooters)
Spent two thousand on these don’t step on my shoes (ooh, wipe my shoes)
Word on the street, young Jxmmi got swag, got juice (ooh, Jxmmi got juice)
Just touched down in the city and I’m feeling brand new
Big diamonds on me, big ballin’ is my lifestyle
My pockets so deep, I could prolly stuff a hunnid thou’ (woo)
Baby, if you love me you gon’ hold it down (woo, woo)
I’m on a money mission right now

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up (ayy)

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, young, young nigga growed up (young nigga growed up)
I’m in the spot with the high-rollers (roll up)
New drop and it’s souped up (souped up)
Makin’ love to the money, Kamasutra (ayy)
Yeah, I had to have it, had it with me like I’m Brad Pitt
I’m tryna get it the fastest
And make sure my family don’t work for shit
Young nigga growed up, Grammy’s when I roll up
Hunnids on hunnids, wallet can’t even hold ’em
When you the underdog, you gotta show ’em
You know I’m ballin’, baby, like DeRozan
20 missed calls, I’m busy at the moment
Niggas was hatin’ on us, turnin’ bogus
I never let her interrupt my focus
I had to get it nigga so unnoticed

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

Slim Jxmmi – Changed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Run it, oh
Yo
Ear Drummers
I ain’t even got a blunt right now?
This ain’t me
Who this is?

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 1]
Damn, I done came up, now a nigga stacking green
I could go and buy Supreme but I’m in love with Gucci jeans
Shawty in love with my steez, bring these bitches to their knees
I got all this fuckin’ swag and I can’t even (sigh)
I can’t even stop it, all these watches that I want
I stack it up, then cop it
Guess the lesson of the day is keep stackin’ your dollar
And them bitches chasin’ me so I ain’t gotta holla

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I feel like Jay-Z the way I’m pulling strings
Feel like I wrote the book the way I’m running game
They think I’m a crook the way I take him
I don’t even wanna call a hoe ’cause she on go
Ayy, Uncle Jxmmi fresh, I’m talking head to toe
Ayy, I’m still puttin’ on for Tupelo
Ayy, I treat a 20 like a groupie hoe
Head down, head up, get down on the floor

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

Slowthai – T N Biscuits lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drug dealer
I wear Nike, not Fila
Lean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa
I’ve had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up
Mainstream tunes, couldn’t make one
That was mathematics for the class clown dunce
ABC’s I wanted Q’s
Get a B, make 2
Crime Watch, mandem face on news
Directs spamming, pay me dues
Greed for money, gas like juice
Take it lightly, it’s just food
Certain man haffi kill of the mood
Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge?

[Verse 2]
On serious note, I joke
I ain’t a serious bloke, I smoke
Jump on a beat like a frog of a boat
Take a leap, just float
Take a leaf out my book, I know
Tried to believe them, lost all hope
I just wanna chill, go home
Jump on my push bike and I zone
Ring ring ring, answer my phone
Getting sick of my own ringtone
Pedal on shit so long
People need to go, grow a back bone
I’m bad to the bone, yeah biddididi
And I mash up the flow, getting silly widdit
Yeah, timid never know I put my spirit in it
Real in the zone like

[Verse 3]
It’s T
None of me sounds like them, chief
I put the T in 10, deep
More melodies than doe
Dun’ know what you dun’ know, it’s T
I put the T in trend, me
About to run something, scene
About to don this ting, ‘ow ya mean?
Come through the fog I’m king on a road
Digging for gold
Run from the boy them hood on the low
Switch off my phone, ain’t going home
Locked in a box, stuck in a zone
Zone out again, sit and reflect
Dodging the pen like a dog in a yard
So I ain’t going yard, walk in the dark
Walk in the park I ain’t playing no Giggs

[Verse 4]
Bunning a blem, chill doing trips
10/10, Tell them again
Blind to the sky, live on a high
Feed the supply to all the mandem
Slowthai lagging, body bagging a witch
Steady slanging that talisman shit, ay
I’m a G, yes
Draw for the knife and the CS
Bally on tight, F the BS, PS
Come around here, leave teeth-less
Jesus couldn’t save this yout
Don’t pray to him he ain’t saving you
Hate me, you must hate the truth
Box your chin and make you change your tune
If it’s gonna get physical
Slyly I’m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot
If it’s gonna get physical
Slyly I’m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot

[Outro]
Rrrrah
And the farmers are coming
Pitchforks sharp and they comin’, comin’
Mhahahahah

Slowthai – Ladies lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lines don’t loose sleep of lipping in the sheet
Nothing seems real ’till it lands at your feet
We all pay bills, I’ve got gaps in my teeth
They never gave me luck, they’re just gaps in my teeth
I smile a lot; why not?
Fan girls getting eyed up, it’s best to keep your eyes shut
Too nice to keep my eyes off
That’s fresh Kate, hands off
Crush grapes and bake off
I always take days off
Praying that it pays off
Stereotype me, that’s a waster
See myself like a Baidar, never been a faker
Baby boy from the manger, east midlands popper
Pocker think I’m selling A-class
Went to see a doctor, he said my life was made up
What you do with no options?
Like a squirrel for an acorn, pulling out my hair
I ain’t getting no payrolls
Searching for gold at the end of the rainbow
I’m at a yellow brick road, doing up angel
Tell her do it ‘cus I said so
Invade your king
I ain’t trying to get a bay raw, life a sin
Can you give the boy a halo?
Can you give the boy a blight?
I’m just tryna get by, always told me lies
Now they stood outside, praying at demise
I’m an eagle flying, throught the brease, they chat I glide
Like steez I’m T-sus Christ
They nice, when I’m twice as nice
Now your girl’s crooking
Now your mumsy nice

Now your girl’s crooking
Now your mumsy nice

[Hook]
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men

[Verse 2]
Thorn in my foot, no one helped me out
Im not unpure, neither good, like thats not allowed
I tried talking to God, can you help me out?
Never got a response, only asked as a child
Been unsure on trial, I’m sure that ill walk this out
Caught this flight, deja vu, already lived this life
So the path that I’m on yeah, this one’s mine
No more sleep
No more lines
No more breachin’
No more fines
No more tack
And no more nights
In on the curfew, early nights
No more jobseekers
No more teamleaders, who ain’t been leaders
No more swinging out fights
Everybody swinging out nice, like nobody dies
But it’s scumbag season
I’ll come back when no come back needed
Man like lil’ Jo I’m squeezing
Prolly smoke more I’m leaning
8 year old’s blow bags breathing
Nowadays cognac sipping
Back then? Scumpy sipping
Lamborgini, never walk a breeny
Got a fam like Averyx
They sell, they sell shore for flavors
I wouldn’t sell myself out for a dough and acres
I want a wife that’s gracious
And we can get a yard that’s big in barbados
I appreciate queens ‘cus they made us
I’ll prolly see what’s your fragrence, tasting like badies
Put me in a spell like seance
Shelter when it’s rainy, Bob Marley, what’s your preference

Yeah, this one’s for the
Yeah, this one’s for the
Yeah, this one’s for the

[Hook]
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
Yeah they drive us crazy
But they made us men

Brr

Slowthai – Netflix + lyrics

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams

[Verse 1]
Watching netflix
Iphone rings, you project it
Snapchat pretty girl send me
Pictures of them dressin’
Trying to talk about life I didn’t get it
Trying to walk tru’ life and get it
Do you get it? You get it?

I’m thinking about my time on this earth and what it’s worth
Maybe you should figure it out (x2)

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams

[Verse 2]
Watching life go by
Everybody in their eyes hypnotyize
Self reflection, got to quit your career or size
What you want? What you need? You gotta vizualize
I see myself in a bathroom of love
I don’t need much else but a spliff and a hug

I’m thinking about my time on this earth and what it’s worth
Maybe you should figure it out (x2)

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams

Powers Pleasant – Pull Up (feat. Joey Bada$$ & A$AP Ferg) lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly]
Badmon
Yo Power, this a really great beat

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Got my leg up out the window, ay
I’m just flexing if you didn’t know, ay
I see stars when I look up
Niggas talk that talk until I pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Okay, wise man once told me keep my foot on the gas
Never look back, what’s on my dash?
Never mind that, movin’ too fast
Gotta stay on my track, servin’ your hoe, that’s a reflex
I’m on the go, I cannot relax
Diamonds and gold and the Rolex
Grippin’ on that Glock4, playin’ Russian roulette
Hold up, stay in your lane, nigga never pass me
Fuck 5-0, they will never catch me
Only time I drive slow is for the paparazzi
Just to get a good pic, then it’s back to godspeed
Hopped in the Porsche, hit the bright high beams
Think about when they tried to kill my dreams
Now the only time they see me, I be on the big screen
Hit a big score, now we doing big tings

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Got my leg up out the window
I’m just flexing if you didn’t know
I see stars when I look up
Niggas talk that talk until I pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I’ma pull up in the new Zonda, all my clothes designer
Twenty eighteen, new Prada, on the yacht like a pirate
Broke niggas still in that Honda, I put that on my mama
Tell that girl come to Bahamas, fuckin’ her in her pajamas
I’ma glean on ’em like King Tut, in the Maserati going nuts
What I’m drivin’ is exotic, pull up and I’m doing donuts
See you flashin’ on ten bucks, you niggas gettin’ no love
Leg hangin’ out the window, I used to take the bus

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Got my leg up out the window
I’m just flexing if you didn’t know
I see stars when I look up
Niggas talk that talk until I pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up

Chance The Rapper – My Peak (feat. Future & King Louie) lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make them nations deal us reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing shit they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t fuck with me

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some shit I love
Call up L.A. Reid and tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ my own I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do something to me, tell ’em “do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life and I ain’t lose one
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball and kick it, come and pump with me, ah

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

Meek Mill – Bust Down (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin’ the driller, I walk in the dealer
I’m ’bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don’t dap me, you know I don’t fuck with you (word)
Rollin’ with Nicki and we in the ‘Bach and she hit it
‘Cause I brought the drugs with us (word)
You know I’m fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I’m in the trenches, I’m hangin’ with killers
An’ robbers an’ all of the drug dealers (hitter)
We in the section, we plottin’ on takin’ your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick ’em)
Show no mercy like a lago ([?])
Ain’t no money, ain’t no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, “What up now?” (up now?)
I’m like, “What’s up now?” (sup, bitch?)
Fuck with that lame an’ you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin’, these niggas dick ridin’
An’ pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo)
I’m up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)
I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name
They got me feeling like Baby
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy
Fucking in around, we ain’t fucking around
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they shady
I know you are [??] for [??]
I know the jeweller who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon’ talk about ’em (yeah yeah)
We gettin’ money, they talk about it (yeah yeah)
We never ever gon’ talk about it (yeah yeah)
We only trapping and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I’m tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I have this bitch named [??]
I told that nigga I’m sorry about it
Shawty popping in a dog filter
I’m a dog, I’m a dog nigga (yeah)
I’m a shooter, I don’t call niggas (what)
On the D’Usse like Wall nigga
[??] hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can’t figure me out, hey
I got this dick in her [??], hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Tell her [??] them out, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ho’ up, my lil’ bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it ’til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and get you hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno dos tres
Hah, bitch, I’m back
Popping them perc by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say [??] she want [??]
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)
We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)
We pop like bubblegums
It’s our year now
We popping bublegums
We coming ’round for some
You know you want some
He ain’t know we keep going down, I’ma keep going, never never never
Never let ’em have it, never let ’em have it
[??], never let ’em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I’m freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewellery [??]
Lost a mil’, got it right back, nigga, please believe us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

Swae Lee – Guatemala (feat. Slim Jxmmi) lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God
Mally Mall

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
It was way more than a two dollar holla
Stole your heart like Ali Baba (oh, your heart)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (on my phone last night)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Baby, when you laughin’, is it ’cause you feel an excellent vibe? (Ooh, ooh)
That was just a fraction of the good, love I provide (ooh, ooh)
See some niggas talkin’ on the side, can you keep that silent? (Keep that quiet)
Maybe sayin’ somethin’ but you didn’t mean nothin’ by it
Took her to the room, in other words, kept that private (kept that private)
She was my heartbreak, I told her keep those violets (ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Flew in on a jet, what’s that? Stylish
Take another sip, then get superpowers (woah, oh, oh)
If she got the hots for me, then dammit, I’m buyin’ (I’m, I’m buyin’)
I’ve got more pull than him and him combined (him combined)
Pourin’ out dreams, ’cause we’re really this high (really that high)
I just had my hand on her hip, she had her eyes on the prize (eyes on the prize)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Seatbelt, she roller coaster ridin’
Put you on a plane, been thinkin’ ’bout it
Sippin’ on Fiji, yeah, you taste like water (hey, hey)
Chasin’ me, tryna make me your partner (tryna make me your partner)
Maybe we can lock in later on (yeah)
I can’t guarantee I’ll fall (fall)
Baby, we should lock in later on (hey)
I can’t guarantee my heart (hey)
Baby, don’t take too, too long (too long)
I ain’t ever miss my mark (my mark)
Yeah, my ex-girl had to move on (on)
There’s no pictures on the wall (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it at my house, let’s keep this private (keep this private)
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

Swae Lee – Offshore (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ear Drummers
They think it’s woman inside me
‘Cause the way I wear my tees and my jeans, ayy
(Where do you wanna take me?)
Little do they know they women (Don’t play with me)
Got marks all over her knees, ayy
(Maserati)

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Rollin’ off you
Rollin’ off you, you overdosin’ off my kiss
And the joke is on you
Joke is on you if you fall for that old nigga, hey!

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Young Thug]
I took a trip offshore (ayy)
Took the whip offshore (yeah)
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour (oh)
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for (that’s what it’s for)
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young niggas on a crash course (do it large, do it large)
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far (ayy)

[Verse: Young Thug]
I’ma let you vibe all day
I don’t mind if you try it all day
You know Thugger let you ride all day
Yeah, let you ride all day
You can go get what you like all day
It feels wrong but it’s right, no, baby
Perky got me lookin’ at your body all day
And it feels right, my baby, yeah
Baby steps when you walk
You got baby steps when you walk
High heels on your feet when you walk
High heels on your feet, baby
Lambo, them legs ajar, yeah
And a Maserati truck, the doors in the back ajar
Let’s get it on, baby
Make your mouth get it, get it gone, yeah
Like a motorcycle, get it on, baby
Yeah, perform foreplay
So in love, I can buy the bitch a ring every day
Stop this rap shit, turn to a mob any day
Bossman, I could get homie dropped any day
I’ll slap the shit out Donald Trump any day
Brand new assistant I like, any day
Better get it right if you don’t want gunplay
I’ma do it right and fill up the driveway
Bentley on the side and it’s sittin’ on LeBron James
911 Porsche got me takin’ you on a date, ayy
Pistol Pete mobbin’, I’m bangin’ it all day
Baddest and the baddest and the baddest like all day
I ran up the millions, I did it all my way
Hundred dollar bills and I like ’em all straight
Real talk, I’m a neat freak
And lil’ mama fold my clothes like a neat freak
You say you doin’ somethin’, ya uncle reading right through your wrong
Hoes can’t talk when I talk where I’m from
32 pumps make ’em run, Forrest, run
Monte Carlo, poppin’ my collar
Wrestle that ho like The Mothafuckin’ Rock
I say wrestle that ho like The Mothafuckin’ Rock
So I let it freeze up
Eat the cake, got amazing cake
These bitches hatin’, they throw rice by the case
I’m ridin’ down Memory Lane
Catchin’ feelings like I’m Walter Payton
I just wanna throw love at this evenin’
Christian Dior with the ski
Bad bitch, yeah, make believe
Barney Balmain on my jeans
Bleedin’ like a Tampax Pearl
Mistake, let it rain on your world, ayy
Your diamonds, yeah, they wet like the bottom of the shore, yeah
Better stop playin’, say you quick like sand, oh my God

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I took a trip offshore
Took the whip offshore (yeah)
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young niggas on a crash course
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far

Chance The Rapper – Smoke Again (feat. Ab-Soul) lyrics

[Intro: x2]
Acid Rap!
I don’t even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Who smokin in my car?
It’s that nigga Chano
AKA Mr. Bennett
AK Tony Montano
I’ve got some folks in low end
I got some folks in c-note
AK hundred dinero
You ever seen Casino?
I just got back with ‘Bino
I got a bitch but she know
Her friends done did the Dino
That’s that Chicago lingo
Flamin’ hots with Cheese
And a kiwi Mistic
My dick won’t even call her
Cause she left all that lipstick
Niggas be on dirt
That’s why I stay on petty
I know that bangers jam
That’s why my hands stay ready
Flip the candy yum
That’s the fucking bombest
Lean all on the square
That’s a fuckin’ rhombus

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Who’s sneaking in the club?
That’s that youngster rapper
Un-saran wrap the purple
Wrap that blunt under after
Smoke all out the window
Cops could eat a dick
If you ain’t the hitter
You just might be the lick
Flame on, flame on
I’m your bitch’s ringtone
She like when I rap raps
But better when I sing songs
No Drake, but I get my Trey on
Killin’ in the hood like Trayvon
Shoppin’ like I got a coupon
Savin’ like I got a cape on
Cookin’ crack in my apron
Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms
Tell shorty I may change
And I made it and I napalm
Trippy shit to watch
Drugs while on the clock
Acid on the face
That’s a work of art

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho ho twerk somethin’
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin’
I’m so deaf, I ain’t ever heard nothin’
My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)
How ’bout you? No dap, but I’ll take a pound or two
No doubt like Gwen Stefani’s group
Let me put my mouth where you potty, boo
(IGH!)
Them niggas pissed, need potty training
They movement shit, that’s a potty train
She ain’t left yet, but she probably came
We kicked it then I score, soccer game
She was a phony goalie
I got great aim though, don’t insult me
I’ll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
My name Solo cause I’m the one and only
She only got you as a nigga on the side
That’s a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard
Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper

[Hook]

Chance The Rapper – NaNa (feat. Action Bronson) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Introducin’ Chance the Ruthless
Trip ‘shrooms and lucy
Dreams is lucid
Loosely based on music
Swallow my mucus
Hope your pussy get herpes and yo’ ass get lupus
Deuces Douches. deuce deuce I’ll shoot ya (BANG)
Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
They be on bullshit but they really don’t do shit
They use of illusion could confuse Confuscius
Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, ’til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended
Last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley
Always in the hallway, so I never been classy
(Ha ha ha) Shut up

[Hook:]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh!)

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Acid acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin’ paper
If this was work, I’d get higher-ed
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell
From peelin’ banana split backs
Give me my Kit-Kat
Don’t break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?
Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch
Zen with that chakra
I eat it like Idi Amin, you know what I mean
Hit me back when that mean shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Introducin’, It’s Bronsonlino
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino
Lettin’ trees blow, oh
I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother
With a number on his back, ain’t no fumblin’, in fact, I’m –
Back, acid in my hat
Shoot then pass the gat, it’s at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
87 that move green on a classic jag
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad
She had the club foot, with that little arm
I couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on

[Outro:]
Suck my motherfucking dick, it’s the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby
Blow me

Chance The Rapper – Favorite Song (feat. Childish Gambino) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang, dang, dang – skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like ’92
Then take that bomb for Heat, three-peat
Chance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD
Ask yourself about my deal
You’ll go batshit – “hell yeah, let’s eat!”

[Hook:]
This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard
It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies ’bout that bag
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m bout that jam

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Young Rascal Flatts – young ass kid ass could rap
Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat
Back-to-back packin’ bags back and forth with fifths of Jack
Enforce the weed, I’m back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring, that’s right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin’ Vagabonds
Sang a song, oh you don’t know? What?
Well, I still bang with you
Hang with you, sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like:

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Niggas please be focused – that ‘Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I’m from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your ‘hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I’m a be that – CG busy gettin’, where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You’re fuckin’ with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said: “this my favorite song”
“Hold my purse” – now she on the floor, droppin’ like it’s hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won’t play it in the car cause it’s got cursing in it
Your boy like: “I’m the one who showed you, ” he want his percentage
Cause you were like: “this ain’t the nigga you said spittin’, is it?”
Two-step – white dude’s Harlem Shake
Why you laughing? Cause you Harlem Shake?
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That’s acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and ‘Bino too

[Hook]

Chance The Rapper – Everybody’s Something (feat. Saba & BJ The Chicago Kid) lyrics

[Verse 1]
What’s good good?
And What’s good evil?
And What’s good gangstas?
And What’s good people?
And Why God’s phone die every time I call on him?
If his son had a Twitter wonder if I would follow him
Swallowing synonyms like cinnamon, Cinnabon
Keep all them sentiments down to a minimum
Studious Gluteus Maxim models is sending him
Pics of they genitalia tallied up ten of em
I slurped too many pain-kills, downing ’em off a lot
I got a lot of off days but it ain’t often that I’m off the clock
Ya know I mean?
I got the Chicago Blues
We invented rock before the stones got through
We just aiming back because the cops shot you
Buck Buck, Bang Bang, yelling “Fuck Fox News!”
Booyaka buckle up, mothafuck ops too
Ain’t no knuckling up em young cause it just not cool

[Bridge]
Nice to see you father New Year
Middle Finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, Somebody loves my ass
Cause they helped me beat my demons’ ass

[Hook 3x]
Everybody’s somebody’s everything
I know you’re right
Nobody’s nothing
That’s right

[Verse 2:]
Right? IGH
I used to tell hoes I was dark light or off white
But I’d fight if a nigga said that I talk white
And both my parents was black
But they saw it fit that I talk right
With my drawers hid but
My hard head stayed in the clouds like a lost kite
But gravity had me up in a submission hold
Like I’m dancing with the Devil with two left feet and I’m pigeon toed
In two small point ballet shoes with a missing sole
And two missing toes
But it’s love like Cupid kissing a mistletoe

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Saba]
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a distance not the type that told her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block under arms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas
Hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Obviously they are on a come up
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against we tryna get lucky
Doper than Nucky
You’re ending happy that’s only a tuggy
Like Satan masturbating shit come hot
But y’all still love me ugh
How father time a deadbeat
Maybe I’m adopted
That’ll explain why all of my shit been so timeless IGH

[Hook 3x]
Everybody’s somebody’s everything
I know you’re right
Nobody’s nothing
That’s right

Chance The Rapper – Lost (feat. Noname) lyrics

[Hook:]
My druggy
Love me
When I’m ugly
Hug me
When I’m bummy, scummy
I’m your hubby
Let’s get lost, let’s get lost

[Verse:]
Damn I’m in so deep girl
Probably cause you’re empty
You can’t even speak
Damn your mouth so minty
Ooh your mama hate me
Daddy wouldn’t let you if he ever met me
If he ever met you
Put that shit behind us
And put this in your sinus
Mine is all up in my gums
Minus all that shit its lined with
I say oh oh oh ohh
You been scratchin, you been fiendin
I’mma fix you, I’mma fuck you
I’mma get rid of them demons
Its my

[Hook:]
My druggy
Love me
When I’m ugly
Hug me
When I’m bummy, scummy
I’m your hubby
Let’s get lost, let’s get lost

[Verse 2:]
Damn I need a minute… Aight lehgo
She fell in love, it fell apart… Aight let go
She met her match, I let her match
She lit her match, she let me smoke
Yeah me mad petty, Yeah me bogus
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah me know
Yeah she knew too, it made her love it
Her pussy like me, her heart like fuck it
So dance for daddy like Gator
Ain’t no partners on this trip
And lose yourself in my room
And find yourself in my grip
I’m sayin

[Hook:]
My druggy
Love me
When I’m ugly
Hug me
When I’m bummy, scummy
I’m your hubby
Let’s get lost, let’s get lost

[Verse 3: Noname Gypsy]
I blessed myself inside your arms one day
Swear to God there I was when the dress
And the Silver buttons fade away
Miss Mary Mattress, geriatrics
Fuck me into open caskets, I wanna die with this
I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist
She said “pill pop, baby girl cause I promise you, you tweaked
The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek”
The masochism that you preach
Practice back flips, tragic actress
On a movie with no screen
When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams

[Hook:]
Lets get lost
Igh!

Chance The Rapper – Juke Jam (feat. Justin Bieber & Towkio) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
We used to roll at the rink, we used to roll at the rink
I used to talk way too much, you used to know everything
You couldn’t stand me, I couldn’t stand you
You said I’m steady playin’, but you steady playin’ too
Your big brother foot work
Your play sister Juke
The rink was the place but in that space and time I was too young for you
As you were for me, too worried ’bout Frooties and Chews
‘Til I found out all the shawdy’s with cooties was cute
And realized what booties can do

[Hook: Towkio]
We gon’ get it poppin’
We gon’ get it Jukin’
We gon’ throw a party
We ain’t gotta do shit
You came with your best friend
Came up with for the weekend
Rolling with your parties
So tell me what you thinkin’
So we gon’ have a juke jam
So we gon’ have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I’ll get close to you
I remember you
You used to “I remember you”

[Bridge: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I’m crazy

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
We never rolled at the rink
We would just go to the rink
You ain’t buy tokens no more
You just hip roll at the rink
You had a nigga, I couldn’t stand him
But when they play “Take You Down”, Chris Brown
I am his stand-in
I mean it’s just dancing
It’s harmless as fuck
Then I put my waist through your hips
And your legs and my arms just to harness you up
Then we hit the floor
All the kiddies stop skating
To see grown folks do, what grown folks do
When they grown and they dating

[Bridge: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I’m crazy
Crazy about you

[Hook: Towkio]
We gon’ get it poppin’
We gon’ get it Jukin’
We gon’ throw a party
We ain’t gotta do shit
You came with your best friend
Who came up for the weekend
Rollin with the parties
So tell me what you thinkin’
So we gon’ have a juke jam
So we gon’ have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I’ll get close to you
I remember you
You used to “I remember you”

[Outro: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby (juke)
Maybe (juke)