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DJ Carnage – I Shyne (feat. Lil Pump)

Lil Pump, aye, aye, aye, yuh, aye
Lil Pump, yuh, ESKETITTT

Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
My diamonds might make you blind (yuh)
Let em’ in five at a time (ouu)
I just be smoking on dope (yuh)
All of my diamonds on froze (ouu)
Louis down head to my toe (yuh)
I might just buy at the store

Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Fuck a bitch two times (yuh)
Pussy was too fire (ouu)
No I cannot lie (ouu)
Look at my neck, shyne (yuh, yuh)
Look at my wrist, shyne (brr)
I think I got too high (ouu)

Look at my neck, shyne
Gucci googles on so I got four eyes (yuh)
Smoking on gelato yeah I got it from Dubai
Bend it ol’ bih lil yacht like bow tie
Fuck four hoes in a day I can’t lie
Smashed her and sister at the same time
Told her "bust it open gotta do it on FaceTime"
Fucked her nine to five I eat booty in daytime (ouu)

Look at my wrist I’m like ouu, damn
She saw my dick on the Instagram
Close so you know who I am (yuh)
Left wrist cost a hundred bands (ouu)
Pop a bean now brand open
Right wrist so wet look like the ocean
White girl gave me top told her had to fuck it
Lil Pump slay the rap game like a poet

ESKEEEEE (wow)

Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
My diamonds might make you blind (yuh)
Let em’ in five at a time (ouu)
I just be smoking on dope (yuh)
All of my diamonds on froze (ouu)
Louis down head to my toe (yuh)
I might just buy at the store

Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Fuck a bitch two times (yuh)
Pussy was too fire (ouu)
No I cannot lie (ouu)
Look at my neck, shyne (yuh, yuh)
Look at my wrist, shyne (brr)
I think I got too high (ouu)

Drop top coupe when I ride around
Playin’ Lil Pump and your ass catch a hundred rounds
Can’t pull up to the weed shop you ain’t got it poppin’
Take a look I bust down like wow, ow
Come in the city I bake out now
And my neck worth like two hundred thou’
And they just mad cause’ I made my own sound
Jump off the roof and my fans go wow (ESKEEE)

Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
My diamonds might make you blind (yuh)
Let em’ in five at a time (ouu)
I just be smoking on dope (yuh)
All of my diamonds on froze (ouu)
Louis down head to my toe (yuh)
I might just buy at the store

Look at my neck, shyne (ice)
Look at my wrist, shyne (yuh, ouu)
Fuck a bitch two times (yuh)
Pussy was too fire (ouu)
No I cannot lie (ouu)
Look at my neck, shyne (yuh, yuh)
Look at my wrist, shyne (brr)
I think I got too high (ouu)

LIVVIA – Catch A Body (feat. Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo] Yeah, girl you look so good
And your body say you feelin’ me
And I came from the hood
So you know I brought some friends with me
[Verse 1: LIVVIA] Boy you and I get the poise and I
And I feel like I can taste ya
It’s like a mount of tiny paper cuts
Boy you chop like ?
Like what it feels like (take it)
Hey baby let the bullets fly
Ooh, boy you get the poise and I
Ooh, Gimme type of really strong
And I, I….

[Pre-Chorus: LIVVIA] The way you look is murder on my eyes
It must come like damn I think of that
You look so good it’s, you look so good it’s (yeah!)
Killing me, Killing me
[Chorus] Hold a body, catch a body
Hold a body, catch a body down
Hold a body, catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me

[Quavo] Don’t mind catch a body
[LIVVIA] Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Mmm, Hold a body catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
[Verse 2: LIVVIA] When you whippin in the D’s like
Got me checkin like I’m Jaden
Ima check it till you’re danger
Take me so I’ll estrange it
Like what it feels like
Come and feel it you don’t need an alibi
Ooh, I think it’s wrapped around my neck
Watch me doin’ and keep doin’ it, nah nah

[Pre-Chorus: LIVVIA] The way you look is murder on my eyes
It must come like damn I think of that
You look so good it’s, you look so good it’s
Killing me, Killing me
[Chorus] Hold a body, catch a body
Hold a body, catch a body down
Hold a body, catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
[Quavo] Don’t mind catch a body
[LIVVIA] Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Mmm, Hold a body catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
[Quavo & LIVVIA] Yeah, girl you look so good
And your body say you feelin’ me
And I came from the hood
So you know I brought some friends with me (yeah! yeah!)
Hey, drop top on the droptop (hey!)
Yeah, (hey!) fucks five on em
Hey, don’t stop on em (no!)
Catch a body catch a body we gon fly on ’em (fly!)
It’s a vibe, yeah
Come on take em on a ride, yeah (ride!)
On a plane up in the skies, yeah
I told her catch me outside, yeah
You would think I call a body in a bando
And she makin’ too much noise and the nights go, yeah
Hit it with my eyes it’s an eyes low
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me!
[Quavo & LIVVIA] Don’t mind catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me
Catch a body, catch a body
Mmm, Hold a body catch a body
Catch a body, catch a body
Cause you look so good, it’s killing me, killing me

Dreezy – 2nd To None (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

[Verse 1: Dreezy]
I ain’t tripping off no nigga bitch, nah, not at all
I post a pic and make him sick, got bitches logging off
I’m taking blunts straight to the face, shit got me nodding off
Say I’m a headache, but he just gon’ take a Tylenol
I posting bout’ no bitch, nah, we gon’ bring right on your street
Fencing dms and them tweets like when you coming back with that heat?
This shit got em’ shook, I ain’t even that close to reaching my peak
That’s somebody you trying to keep?
Don’t let that nigga come around me
Back on my trouble shit, yeah
Ready to rumble shit yeah
Packing a vault
I got a sauce, he want to double dip, yeah
I’m finna level up on these bitches like fuck all that humble shit, yeah
I want the money, fame, and the whips, and whatever come with it, yeah
Showtime bring the whole game through the back do’
Full riders say good weed and enough food for a fat hoe
No flex, pussy so good, he wanna dive in it, then backstroke
Yeah, I been rich, this act broke like I peep shit then I act slow
But, I’m not nigga

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m shit cause I ain’t never had no pot to piss in
Dick crooked like a muthafuckin politician
I like to wear my shirts with the fucking chains open
I drunk so much pussy last night I got a hangover
It ain’t no sleep until I impregnate my vault
Swagging like I could play back-court for the Hawks
I don’t even think weed strong unless that I cough
In my mama’s house so big she went downstairs and got lost
Secret society, all we got is us
I know I’m blessed cause I don’t believe in luck
Looked in the mirror like, "You the only one that I trust"
And she ain’t even that cute, so I only look at her butt
King Tut with a robe on, Slick Rick with the gold on
Too Short with the hoes on, old school had vogues on em’
Told shorty better hold on, then clicked over said hold on
Then, I hung up on both of em’, then put my clothes on
I’m gone

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

[Verse 3: Dreezy]
Stepping on these bitches’ necks like I’m a chiropractor
Everywhere I go, they call it Jay, say I’m a fire hazard
I ain’t talking about no snitches when I say I’m with the teller
I got all different kinds of minks, but I need that spot like I’m Krewella
Just a south bitch for a quick trip
Big dreams to a little bitch
Pulled up in that four thing, but I ride a nigga like a stick shift
Got some little titties, some big lips
Don’t get it twisted, might get yo’ shit split
My drive ain’t with the shit, so I’m getting high as hell when it lift
Like Wilt Chamberlain, every hit I drop a banger
Just point me to that bag, everybody wanna be famous
All my niggas with me dangerous and your sexy clip hanging
My ex won’t let me go, call that nigga Cliff Hanging
Nah, I ain’t going, so fierce to takeover
Beat a bitch, no makeover
Kill a nigga song, he ain’t on it
Niggas quick to go fake on you
Now, they wondering how that rate going
Ain’t shit free, make him pay for it
Got a pretty pussy, put his face on it

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

Sia – Passenger Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can’t let go of control
I can’t let go and not know
Don’t know don’t way ahead of me
One day out a time is all I need
There was a time one those [?]
There was a time without it
But it took you to show me
I can handle about it

[Chorus]
I let you leave the way now
Cause I want you to take the wheel
I’ve never been a passenger, no
I never know how good it would be
But more of twist and turns, but
I know that I am in your hands
I’ve never been a passenger, no
And we’ve seen more without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess

[Verse 2]
So let’s take a walk and get low
Let’s take a chance on finding us
I wanna see the world with you
And a step with something new
It’s had to jump when no nervous
But I jumped in I got no regrets
You’re my co-pilot and here, that’s fine
I working [?]

[Chorus]
I let you leave the way now
Cause I want you to take the wheel
I’ve never been a passenger, no
I never know how good it would be
But more of twist and turns
But, I know that I am in your hands
I’ve never been a passenger, no
And we’ve seen more without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess

[Bridge]
I know we’re finally falling in
Cause I was giving you help, now I’m all in
My hand in the air, flying proudly
Cause you’re leaving, cause you’re leaving
Cause you’re leaving, cause you’re leaving

[Chorus]
I let you leave the way now
Cause I want you to take the wheel
I’ve never been a passenger, no
I never know how good it would be
But more of twist and turns, but
I know that I am in your hands
I’ve never been a passenger, no
And we’ve seen more without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess

Iggy Azalea – Hit The Floor Lyrics

You think it’s sick i know
I been that bitch i know
We don’t know one that know yours no (No no no no!)
They be acting like, they be getting dough (No!)
Only question is what you pull out broke for (Why do that?)

They be acting like, they done got the bag
Yeah right, how the hell your pockets flat
Y’all ain’t really got that guap
Y’all ain’t really got that cent (No!)
Y’all ain’t got that camera in the place
Looking at you when you come back babe (Hold up!)
Y’all ain’t got sting on your whips
Y’all ain’t got (?)
I would never do it like that
And i bet you can’t do it like this

Shot the beat and hit the floor
What (?) for

Copped a cotton candy mink
I live in Cali Tho
You think it’s sick i know
I been that bitch i know
Lost some Ben Franks ‘long the way
But i don’t miss ’em though

Tech N9ne – Tech N9ne (Don’t Nobody Want None) Lyrics

[Intro]
Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
(Tech N9ne)
Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
Tell me who is the one they call Socrates?
(Tech N9ne)
It’s been a wreck and a debt
When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
Everybody better (Kneel down)
Any opposition (We’ll drown)
So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 2]
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
That pushing the poetry big as it can
Way up on the pedastal
Losing your lesson, just let it go
Killing so many, I [?] federal
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming like I’m Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Wait a minute

[Verse 3]
Now the beat will style defeat
Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
And taking the L
You facing to fail, shaking the whale
And you a snail awaking to hell
Baking your tail with the heat
The agony of defeat
[?] you had to be of a chief
Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
Tech is a murderer giving it up to they ( [?] )

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
[Scratches]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

[Outro]
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

Ackym feat Maxim – I love U

Youuu uuuh uuh
(God, I love U)
Youuu uuuh uuh
(God, I love U)

A walking journey going for glory
Used to pass all the tests
Now my thoughts are blurry, but I’m not sorry
‘Cause your head is on my chest

A little longer, gotta linger
Can’t let you slip through my fingers
Gotta pull myself together, I’m a mess
I still wonder where you came from
How in the world you managed
To bump into me so hard, that I crashed

Youuu uuuh uuh are making me do
Making me do
Youuu uuuh uuh are making me do
Things I don’t wanna do
But I love U
But I love U
Girl I love U
Youuu uuuh uuh
But i love U

I’ll let the morning tell our story
With the help of my strings
Is this my calling?
Should I smile or worry?
That I can`t wake up from this dream

A little longer, gotta linger
Can’t let you slip through my fingers
Gotta pull myself together, I’m a mess
I still wonder where you came from
How in the world you managed
To bump into me so hard, that I crashed

Youuu uuuh uuh are making me do
Making me do
Youuu uuuh uuh are making me do
Things I don’t wanna do
But I love U
But I love U
Girl I love U
Youuu uuuh uuh
Youuu uuuh uuh
But i love U

FERN – Absentee

[Indie music]

Did you pictured us in the open sea?
Is it deeper than yout hought it would be?

We’ve got pics of grace and packs of gold
To comfort you when you’re getting down

I, I, I, I will walk us ??
Different play, but now it could wait

I stopped keeping time, I fell behind
The years flow quickly by, the rivers dry

Empty galleries overrun
We’re absentees, missing someone

I, I, I, I will walk us ??
Different play, but now it could wait

The Decemberists – Severed

[Indie-rock music]

I alight like a whisper
I alight with the lights out
and it won’t take me long just to find you
and it won’t take me long just to find you

I’m allied to the winter
But don’t you get clever
Don’t you get clever
I’m allied to the landslide
Gonna leave you all severed
Gonna leave you all severed

I alone am the answer
I alone will make wrongs right
But in order to root out the cancer
It’s got to kept from the sunlight

[Instrumental break]

I was born to a jackal
I was born in a whiteout
Gonna smother you all till I choke you
Gonna smother you all till you kick out

I’m allied to the winter
But don’t you get clever
Don’t you get clever
I’m allied to the landslide
Gonna leave you all severed
Gonna leave you all severed

Tyga – Dubai Trip

[Intro – Young Thug]
This is just like, some YSL takeover typa shit, know what I’m saying?
I got diamonds everywhere on me too
On God

[Bridge – Young Thug]
I’m saucing on everyone
I cost more than everyone
Real bad bitch she’ll play, today
My jeans they by Saint Lauren
Big up, big up to everybody balling
Big up to everybody tryna fall in
Big up to niggas that be flossing
Big ups

[Hook – Young Thug]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Lens so long I see days in the stars
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Take a trip and land in Dubai

[Verse 1 – Young Thug]
I got money on my mental
I used to live in the projects over (?)
Tryna stack the money way taller than (?)
Tryna put all my niggas in them Benz Os
Got my hair grey like my mental
So you know my mental got me (?)
Diamonds on my neck, this cold
Pop shit yes, big balls
I see all these bitches screaming "Get some!"
I see all these niggas tryna get some
Now all these bitches in my bed, ehh
And now these niggas wish they was the kid, ehh
Yellow diamonds on me, fuck the critics, ehh
Long as all the critics know I’m getting it
Before I die, wanna be like Money Maid
Bitch I’m getting cheese like cottage, ayy
Comment on the boy like I’m Ben Wallace
Check us out the foreign I went and on got it
Wassup with my lil boy they like (?)
So I filled the closet up with like (?)
Bounce and make it wobble on the dick
Slurping sloppy toppy ‘front the kids
Got to peel the top that’s what I did
I give that (?)
Mix kid, pop him with the cig
Fuck around and rob him with the wig
I bought some ice and fuck if imma ski
I really fucked the bitch, big D

[Bridge – Tyga]
I’m saucing on everyone
I cost more than everyone
Real bad bitch she’ll play, today
My jeans they by Saint Lauren
Big up to everybody balling
Big up to everybody tryna fall in
Big up to niggas that be flossing
Big up, ayy
Big up, ayy

[Hook – Tyga]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Lens so long I see days in the stars
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Take a trip and land in Dubai

[Verse 2 – Tyga]
Stepping out the Jiggy G5
When you the shit you just do shit on the floss
Bulletproof vest, got me shooting in designer
Frames, Criss, into your mama
Gucci to my boot like a fucking big timer
AMG coupe you know my nigga just got it
My son like Ferraris, we may got Ferraris, I threw him a party, 200
(?), we, fuckin, winning, Tyga, blood, dripping, dripping
Chop the dope, got it snowing like Christmas
Get so high, she costs birds, she a Christian
Don’t play yourself, we even ball off-season
Had to cut some niggas off and niggas can’t believe it
I know, I know you want a better life
Trade lives for my tie just to get away I, I

[Hook – Young Thug]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Lens so long I see days in the stars
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Take a trip and land in Dubai

[Outro – Young Thug]
I’m gon land in Dubai
Let’s take a trip to Dubai
I see the daytime in the stars
I took my bae to Dubai
I took my homies to Dubai
Yeah, we was on the plane so long
We seen day and we seen stars
All facts

The Chainsmokers – Sick Boy

[Verse 1]
I’m from the East side of America
Where we choose pride over character
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
I live on the West side of America
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is

And don’t believe the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference

[Verse 2]
And I’m from the East side of America
Where we desensitize by hysteria
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
I live on the West side of America
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is

[Chorus]
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
They say that I am the sick boy
And they call me the sick boy

[Verse 2]
Don’t believe the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference

[Bridge]
Feed yourself with my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?
Feed yourself with my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?
Feed yourself with my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?
Feed yourself on my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?

[Chorus]
I’m from the East side of America
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I live on the West side of America
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I’m from the East side of America
They say that I am the sick boy
I live on the West side of America
Yeah, they call me the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
They say that I am the sick boy
Yeah, they call me the sick boy

Dierks Bentley – Woman, Amen

[Verse 1]
I’d lose my way and I’d lose my mind
If I faced one day on my own
I know I was saved
The night that she gave this drifter’s heart a home

[Chorus]
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
I’ll never say near enough
Thank God for this woman, Amen

[Verse 2]
This world has a way of shaking your faith
I’ve been broken again and again
But I need all the cracks in my shattered heart
Cause that’s where her love gets in

[Chorus]
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
I’ll never say near enough
Thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me faith
She gives me grace
She gives me hope
She gives me strength
She gives me love
Love without end
Thank God for this woman, Amen

[Bridge]
Thanks for the moon and the stars up above
Forgiveness’ a sin in your undying love
Every twist every turn for the way you made sure
All my roads led to home

[Chorus]
So tonight I will fall down on my knees
Cause Lord knows how lucky I am
I’m gonna shout at the top of my lungs
Thank God for this woman, Amen
And thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me faith
She gives me grace
She gives me hope
She gives me strength
She gives me love
Love without end
Thank God for this woman, Amen

Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Hah, know I’m saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
Uh-wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I’m selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
[?]
I’m back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

MoneyBagg Yo – Questions

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 1]
Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Prayin’, hope they get lucky
Hopin’ I crack
Nah, I’ll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other niggas’ affidavits
Why you sing with Gotti, ain’t you the mob?
You know you wrong
What you doin’ it for the money or something?
What you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean is I’m tryna get on?
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
Cause nigga I’m grown
See real niggas link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And niggas can’t tell me who to fuck with
Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
And I’m the type of nigga smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 2]
Mad ‘cause I got my ass in
Same nigga talkin’, same nigga would’ve broke the pen
I’ma shoot my thirty-two, that’s why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga’s skin
Will take off a nigga’s head, I’m like fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media actin’ like you do, but don’t want smoke?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post
All on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain’t with it
What you ridin’? how you livin’?
How much you got? What you spending?
Who you rock with? who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain’t with the questions, you need to stop it

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

Russ – Flip

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
You were talking all that motherfucking shit
We see everyone, we been keeping a list

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)

[Verse 1]
People hating on me, that’s a trend
Big Tim gonna deck you, that’s a friend
Peep my middle finger, that’s a Benz
All my women mixed, that’s a blend
Blow a 100k, I don’t feel a thing, let me pop my shit
People coming at me from all angles, gotta watch my six (woah)
Y’all are checking scores (woah)
I’m just scoring checks (woah)
Y’all say less is more (woah)
Put that myth to rest
Ain’t no flipping back and forth, stay the fuck away from me
You can’t get a beat or hook or verse so fucking wait for me
I see all the hate for me, I been keeping inventory
If we run into each other, please don’t switch your story

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
You were talking all that motherfucking shit (bitch)
We see everyone, we been keeping a list (we all see)

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Talking and being broke, that’s all y’all are good for
Mad ’cause your bookkeepers keep saying you need to get booked more
Your lack of success is not my fault, with your crying ass
Spreading rumors ’bout me, bitch you reaching with your lying ass
Price, I just swipe, its been two years since I’ve looked
If you hate but you follow, you’re a fan, that’s understood
You got million dollar goals, but your work ethic’s a penny
I take trips around the world, you still taking trips to Denny’s
That’s your budget? That’s so sad, you’re like thirty and some change
If you’re hating, just be patient, I got way more on the way
You so salty that I’m popping, my success is pepper spray
Pick a side, pick a side, once you pick it better stay

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
You were talking all that motherfucking shit (yeah)
We see everyone, we been keeping a list (we see you too)

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip

A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Declan McKenna – Listen To Your Friends (Live Footage Video)

Don’t call me out, ’cause I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed for this again
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me

I bet you only listen to your friends
I’m talking like I can pretend
But I feel better when
You tell me that I always have to go
You tell me what I want to know
And I’ll feel better for it

But I know sometimes it’s hard for me to say
I love you every other day
You pour my heart away

And sometimes I’m scared of what they’ve done
So I look how far we’ve come
You think you don’t have to put up a fight, but you might as well
So I tell you everything you won’t admit
You tell me you don’t care one bit
And I’ll feel better for it

Look online
Do ten minutes of research and in turn find
The problem is poor kids who want holidays in term time
The problem is poor kids who can’t afford the train fare
So we up the train fare and charge them for not paying the train fare
The problem is welfare
And the problem is free healthcare
‘Cause it’s unfair and if it’s gone it’s welfare
The problem is drugs
The problem is free love and free hugs
So stay in fear
Do some drugs and stay here

Well I said go on then!
But God bless the weatherman
Who has gone out of business since the psychoactive substance ban
The gateway has sent him back
From bulk-buying NOS to selling crack
The problem rose and a rich man suggested it
Over his lunchtime snack
So we ban the produce and its a bit of a nuisance really

"Don’t waste your time", I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed today, okay?
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me
Please trust in me
Please trust in me

The Smiths – Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before

[Chorus]
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
…Only
Slightly, only slightly less
Than I used to, my love

[Verse 1]
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, Buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied because I never? I never!
Who said I’d lied because I never?

[Verse 2]
I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen
And broke my knee
(and then he really laced into me)
Friday night in Out-patients
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied? – Because I never, I never
Who said I’d lied? – Because I never
Oh, so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor…
… I drank more

[Chorus]
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
… Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love

Eurythmics – Don’t Ask Me Why

[Verse 1]
Miracle of miracles
Look what the night dragged in
It’s a pocket full of misery
And trouble on the wind

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You spoiled the best years of your life
You took them all in vain
Now you think that you’re forgiven
But you can’t be born again

[Chorus]
And you say, why
You say, why
You say, why
Don’t ask me, why

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t think I ever did
And if you ever had
Any kind of love for me
You kept it all so well hid

[Verse 2]
Promises, sweet promises
You kept them from your mind
Like all the lost forgotten things
You never seemed to find

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Like all the disappointments
You displayed upon your shelf
Now you’ve got no-one to turn to
You’ve got no-one but yourself

[Chorus]
And you say, why
You say, why
You say, why
Don’t ask me, why

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t think I ever did
And if you ever had
Any kind of love for me
You kept it all so well hid

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You spoiled the best years of your life
You took them all in vain
Now you think that you’re forgiven
But you can’t be born again

[Chorus](2x)
And you say, why
Why, why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why

I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore

[Chorus](2x)
And you say, why
You say, why
You say, why
Don’t ask me, why

Tyga – Temperature

Yeah I know when you outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah I know when you outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
Yeah I, I could feel the
Temperature, temperature

I pick you up in the Bently truck
Come outside
Hit me up when you need some downtime
Damn girl, it’s about time
Off at 4, I want to see you around 5
Around 4:45 I’ll be on my way
I’m on my way, come outside
Baby girl you’ll never doubt mine
I lost my watch but I still found time

And you’re hot and cold, that makes you warm
Let your ex man stay in the storm
When you don’t have to force it, it’s a force
All I ever want is more

Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
Yeah I
Said I, get you so high
You might die if you fall yeah

And what’s left of love if I give you all of me be patient
And when you need space, I give you a spaceship
Take all the space you need yeah
Face your freedom
With the face you still be mine
Before we lay we lie
I get you so wet you come clean
Oh ahhh

Yeah, I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
Yeah I, said I get you so high
You might die if you fall

And you’re hot and cold that makes you warm
Let your ex man stay in the storm
When you don’t have to force it, it’s a force
All I ever want is more

And I cannot protect you when you flex so far away
I remember when I met you
The thought of sex was so far away
All I wanted was to talk to you
Thought it be cool to tell you what I thought of you
You radiant, you vibrant, intelligent
You know I’m not like him
I’m more like lighting
You’re like fire, it’s frightening

Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah, I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
yeah I, said I get you so high, you might die if you fall

McFly – Party Girl

[Intro]
Now let’s party

[Verse 1: Danny Jones]
The clock hit twelve
She entered the room
But if looks could kill
Then we all would be doomed
After just one kiss
You’re not able to move
From her venomous lips
And her poison perfume, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tom Fletcher]
She started swaying so sexy
And looking at me and it got me
Caught in her mind control
This place is prison
I’m chained up
I give up
And I’m at her mercy
She wouldn’t let me go

[Chorus: Danny Jones]
She said she likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl (oh oh, oh oh)
She don’t care for nobody else
She’s in her own world (oh oh)
I love this little party girl (oh)
I love this little party girl (oh)
She’s such a little party girl

[Verse 2: Danny Jones]
I, I gotta leave this room
‘Cause it’s starting to spin
But there’s no escape from this mess that I’m in
She can’t resist the temptation of sin
So pull you collar up
Before she sinks her teeth in, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tom Fletcher]
She started swaying so sexy
And looking at me and it got me
Caught in her mind control
This place is prison
I’m chained up
I give up
And I’m at her mercy
She wouldn’t let me go

[Chorus: Danny Jones]
She said she likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl (oh oh, oh oh)
She don’t care for nobody else
She’s in her own world (oh oh)
And I love this little party girl (oh)
I love this little party girl (oh)
She’s such a little party girl

[Bridge: Danny Jones]
I love this little party girl
Yeah!

[Chorus 2: Danny Jones]
She likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl (oh oh, oh oh)
She don’t care for nobody else
She’s in her own world (oh oh)
And I love this little party girl (oh)
(She likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl)
I love this little party girl (oh)
(She likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl)
She’s such a little party girl

Madonna – American Life (Uncensored)

[Refrain]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

[Verse 1]
I tried to be a boy
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess
I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong
That’s why I wrote this song

[Break]
This type of modern life, is it for me?
This type of modern life, is it for free?

[Verse 2]
So, I went into a bar
Looking for sympathy
A little company
I tried to find a friend
It’s more easily said
It’s always been the same

[Break]
This type of modern life, is not for me
This type of modern life, is not for free

[Chorus]
American life
I live the American dream
You are the best thing I’ve seen
You are not just a dream

[Verse 3]
I tried to stay ahead
I tried to stay on top
I tried to play the part
But somehow I forgot
Just what I did it for
And why I wanted more

[Break]
This type of modern life, is it for me?
This type of modern life, is it for free?

[Refrain]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

[Chorus]
American life
I live the American dream
You are the best thing I’ve seen
You are not just a dream

[Verse 4]
I tried to be a boy
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess
I tried to be the best
I tried to find a friend
I tried to stay ahead
I tried to stay on top
Fuck it

[Refrain]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I going to be a star?

[Break]
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it

[Verse 5]
I’m drinking a soy latte
I get a double shot-e
It goes right through my body, and you know I’m satisfied
I drive my mini cooper, and I’m feeling super-dooper
Yo, they tell I’m a trooper, and you know I’m satisfied
I do yoga and pilates, and the room is full of hotties
So I’m checking out the bodies, and you know I’m satisfied
I’m digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic’s shit is dope, and if all this can give me hope
You know I’m satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager, an agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant, and a driver, and a jet
A trainer, and a butler, and a bodyguard, or five
A gardener and a stylist
Do you think I’m satisfied?
I’d like to express my extreme point of view
I’m not Christian and I’m not a Jew
I’m just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing Is what it seems

[Outro]
Do I have to change my name?
Am I gonna be a star?
Do I have to change my name?
Am I gonna be a star?
Do I have to change my name?

Quincey White – Los Scandalous Times

[VERSE 1]
MENTALLY ENSLAVED, TIRED OF THIS LIVIN’
A MAN WITHOUT NO MONEY IS A MAN WITH NO AMBITION
I CANT HANG WITH NIGGAS THATS CONTENT WIT BEING BROKE
THE TYPE TO NOT DROP ON A SACK BUT WANNA BEG TO HIT MY SMOKE
KICK ROCKS, GOTTA PRAY TO GOD TO GET IN THIS SPOT
HANGIN WIT MY HOMIES FROM MY HOOD NOT ONES IN HIPHOP
WE OFF ELSEGUNDO BETTA KEEP MY NAME UP OUT YO CONVO
BEFORE I SEND SOME CONVICTS TO YO CONDO
SWAY AINT PUT A MILLION UP CAUSE THAT AINT WHAT I SIGNED FO
BUT YOU CAN COUNT A BODY THO FOR EVERY SINGLE RHYME WROTE
MENACE TO SOCIETY WHEN I JUST GO OFF, SKINNY NIGGA LOOKIN LIKE THE BEARDED O-DOG
COP A 40, POP A 40 THEN I SHOW THE TAPE, ALL GAS TO THAT BAG WE DONT KNO THE BREAKS
WHOLE COAST IS ON MY BACK BUT I CAN HOLD THE WEIGHT,
EVENTHO IM UNDERWEIGHT, NIGGAS KNO ITS OVER WAIT…
WOOOO, PLEASE GIVE EM TIME TO BREATHE, APPLYING PRESSURE LIKE A PYTHON WHEN IT SQUEEZE
MY SENTENCES LIKE THE MOST VENOMOUS BITE, YOU SWEETER THAN CINNAMON ME I LIVE A SINISTERS LIFE
THIS LIFE AS MR.WHITE

[Chorus]
ONE SHOTTA, GUN POPPA,
LOAD UP THAT CHOPPA,
LET THAT BITCH OFF THEN YOU GON NEED A DOCTOR
YOU BATI BOYS KNO WE CARRY THEM TOOLS
PLAY WITH MY FAM GUARANTEE YOU GON LOSE
LOS SCANDALOUS
LAND OF THEM BANGAS
WHERE NIGGAS IS DYING FOR TWISTEN UP FANGAS
BULLETS IS NAMELESS, ACTIONS WAS RETALIATION
WAS BORN & ILL DIE LIKE A GANGSTA!

[VERSE 2]
EVENTUALLY WE ROSE, LIKE ROSES OUT THE CONCRETE
ALL THIS WORK WE BEEN PUTTIN IN LATELY NEED A TIME SHEET
A PENNY PINCHER KEEP THE BENTLEY BUSTA
TILL IM PAID IN FULL, A RAGING BULL JIMMY BUTLER THATS FOR ANY SUCKA
I SEE THE FEDS WHEN IM SCROLLING DOWN MY TIMELINE
& FBI SURVEILLANCE VAN WHEN SEARCHING FOR SOME WIFI
THE STREETS REALLY GETTIN SCANDALOUS IS IT?
FUCK A WIRE SNITCHES WEARING JEWELRY BIG MEDALLION WIT A CAMERA IN IT
FOR THE WAR IM WELL PREPARED NIGGA, NEED A COMB FOR ALL THESE HAIR TRIGGERS
COKE THE ONLY SQUARES WIT US
FANS IS THE FEINS NOW WE DONE SWITCHED THE HUSTLE UP
CAUSE WITH THESE BARS IM WAY ABOVE THE BAR LIKE A MUSCLE UP
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH THEM BENJAMINS RUNNIN
WHEN IM OLD IMA LOOK YOUNG LIKE IM BENJAMIN BUTTON
I AINT INTO THE CLUBBIN, HEADLINING ALL THIS STADIUM SHIT
TELL PROMOTERS DIG INTO THAT BUDGET
CAUSE ITS TIME TO PAY THEY DUE, WHAT I DO I GET PAID TO DO
I FOUND 2Pac RAP BOOK AND TOOK OUT A PAGE OR TWO
NOWADAYS NIGGAS A CALL YOU FAKE FOR STAYING TRUE
COULD SPAR WITH THE COLES AND KENDRICK LAMARS ON PAYPERVIEW

[Chorus]
ONE SHOTTA, GUN POPPA,
LOAD UP THAT CHOPPA,
LET THAT BITCH OFF THEN YOU GON NEED A DOCTOR
YOU BATI BOYS KNO WE CARRY THEM TOOLS
PLAY WITH MY FAM GUARANTEE YOU GON LOSE
LOS SCANDALOUS
LAND OF THEM BANGAS
WHERE NIGGAS IS DYING FOR TWISTEN UP FANGAS
BULLETS IS NAMELESS, ACTIONS WAS RETALIATION
WAS BORN & ILL DIE LIKE A GANGSTA!

Rexx Life Raj – Level Up

[Intro]
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out
On your lovin’

[Verse 1]
Pull up, I’mma pull up again
Poppin’ that big shit
Checking my goals, and everything on my wishlist
Gave them a chance, they end up go back to my shitlist
Hoppin’ your niggas like we was hoppin’ them fences
Running for rollers, running for demons
I got the world on my shoulders
Everybody my friend now, don’t like your motives
Fuck you if you doubt it, fuck you if you hold us, ya

[Hook]
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
Now look at how the stars align
You know that it takes some time, no waitin’
I’d rather be out the way
I’ve been doing overtime again
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again

[Verse 2]
Look, hey
And you know I’m coming hard than I did before
King me bitch, I made me it all the way across the board
Never snore, never snooze
Tell ’em if you learn from your L’s, you can never lose
Never had the [?] cosigned, don’t me the alley-oop
But you couldn’t tell bruh ’cause my number’s been through the roof
Raji the man now, that word around town
Come to your show you sound much better on Soundcloud
Thought you was poppin’, if you look at your Insta
Then we see you in person your buzz is so non-existent, woah
Everything’s changing, I’m feeling a tension, yeah
You favorite rappers is now my fan in my mentions
Damn, get it right
I’ve been going wherever I like
I’ve just been living my life
Working a 9 to 5, 5 to 9
Make sure my niggas is right
Look in my eyes, we [?] doubt bitch, I ain’t surprised
Look at my life, up in the skies now

[Bridge]
Now look at how the stars allign
You know that it takes some time, no waitin’
I’d rather be out the way
I’ve been doing overtime again

[Hook]
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again

[Outro]
I want you to always know
If we add XYZ, UVW, with each other
Then we still at LOVE

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Portugal. The Man – Feel it Still Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t keep my hands on myself
Put another dress, and come a little closer, baby
Since you got my soul in your hands

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 1]
Uuuu, I’m still lie on a grass, but I can to feel your breath still
Your the heart, is beatin’ still so loud, got me over riped, but I feel it still

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 2]
Uuuu, Eazy going, eazy going
Hardly working, hardly working
I’m lieing on a grass, but I still can feel your breath
And then you come to me and told me

Not afraid, not afraid (uuuuuuu)
Not streesed, not stressed (uuuuuu)
Not dressed, not dressed (uuuuuu)
I can’t see it, but I can feel it (on my skin)

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Bankroll Fresh – Run To The Money Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

[Verse 1]
Word ’round the town I’m the new God of town
Word ’round the town, fuck around we’ll gun you down
Finnessed ’em out her 20 ’cause that nigga was a clown
I got that Glock with that motherfuckin’ 30 round
Young nigga playin’ in the club wet her down
Young nigga got that water, Alex Silverstein
Polo design on ’em, no I got the shine on ’em
Ear ring drop the dime on ’em, just to put the shine on ’em
P[?] me some bandages, 4 hoes in the Mandarin
We on the 17 floor, you know how this shoulda go
Oriental [?] marble on the tile kitchen floor
We hand out the bitch though, and that nigga kissed a hoe
[?] Crisco, diamonds they on disco
Mailed them back from Fresno, [?] ten-fold
Workin’ at the wing gate, I just made a 10 play
I just dropped like 10 K, I just dropped like 10 a day

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy