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Clean Bandit – I Miss You (feat. Julia Michaels) (Lyric Video)

I know you’re out in Cabo
Hanging with your brother
Wishin’ that I was your bottle
So I could be close to your lips again
I know you didn’t call your parents
And tell them that we ended
‘Cause you know that they’d be offended
Did you not wanna tell them it’s the end

And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when you’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
I guess that it is gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can’t believe it

I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

You weren’t a fan of pictures
So I hardly ever took ’em
Got them saved in my mind from the bedroom
So that way I can’t forget your skin
So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Or was

And I know we’re not supposed to talk
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I get scared when you’re not
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
I guess that it is gone
And I just keep lying to myself
I can’t believe it

I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

So I saved all the texts
All of the best over the years
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Yeah, I saved all the texts off of my ex
Minus the tears
Just to remind myself
Of how good it is
Or was

I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I can’t help it, I just

Ace Hood – To Whom It May Concern / Came With The Posse

[Intro]
Thank you for being here with me today
Appreciate you for coming
Trust The Process

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you

[Verse 1]
I’m back again
Jesus on that cross, I had to rise again
Time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
I had to live my life, I had to learn my lessons
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
Just tryna keep my spirits from that deep depression
It’s time to tighten up
I put my pride down and pick that Bible up
Looking in the mirror tryna find myself
Queen, she know I love her till it life or death
Living on the edge plotting on the plans
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
No more We The Best, but Khaled still my man
Critics want the beef but I’m not feeding them
My loyalty don’t stop if we don’t speak again
I could cry tears right now
Don’t know how I feel right now
All that meditation that I did, all that beasting in the gym
All this energy inside I got to give
Back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
They expecting me to fold, friends turn into ya’ foes
Kept focus on the goals, mind, body and the soul
New me, it’s a new day, that’s another story untold
God, nigga

[Interlude]
At some point, we gotta talk about it

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you

[Verse 2]
I’m back again
Feeling so immortal I must rise again
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
R.I.P. Fo’ Fifth, I tat that on my skin
You just be my angel till we meet again
I can hear you nod like "just keep going in"
I’m feeling the ether, I’m feeling Aretha
I keep it realer than people ain’t no lies comin’ out of the speakers
I gotta watch for the leechers, false prophets and the evil preachers
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
I’m a fucking soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
Passion, I can’t control it, hating, I can’t condone it
Something just gotta give, don’t listen, you gotta feel
Part of me had to die so one part of me gets to live
Walking out on the label I put aside all the fears
I’ma show all you niggas I do this shit here for real
On God

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through

PRETTYMUCH – Open Arms

[Intro: Edwin, harmonising]
Yo, it’s PRETTYMUCH

[Verse 1: Brandon]
I see you’ve been trying to make
Something out of nothing
But baby I’m starting to face
The fact that you’re out on the run (oh woah)

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Now you got me cuffed
And you ain’t even on me
Caught me slippin’ up
And now I need you on me
I just wanna touch
But I keep being turned away (woah)

[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Girl you could tear me apart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Here with open arms (oh)
When you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
Scrape my knees on the pavement
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready you know where to find me

[Verse 2: Nick]
So I’ve been waiting by my phone (brrp)
For that ringtone
But you just don’t know what to say
No, it’s not like I’m asking for much (woah, woah)

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon & All]
Now you got me cuffed (cuffed, cuffed)
And you ain’t even on me
Caught me slipping up (up, up)
And now I need you on me
I just wanna touch
But I keep being turned away (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Girl, you could tear me apart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Here with open arms (oh)
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
Scrape my knees on the pavement
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready you know where to find me

[Bridge: All, Brandon & Nick]
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
(You know where to find me)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
(Yeah, You know where to find me)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
I’ll be waiting by my phone
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Waiting for your call
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Waiting for you to come, my baby, oh
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Baby let me know
When you’re ready…

[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Girl, you could tear me apart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Here with open arms (oh)
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
Scrape my knees on the pavement
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready you know where to find me

[Outro]
You know where to find me

Warm Brew – Stretch

[Intro]
These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
Don’t you fools realize?

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 1: Tony London]
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast
Linked up with [?]
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
You gotta get what you got and take what you can

[Verse 2: Manu Li]
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
Best case scenario my burials in near sight
Pessimist name [?]
[?] on the moon on shrooms
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start

[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
Side street, back seat, blowing OG
Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need
For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win

[Verse 5:]
I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
Nelson taught me [?]
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there

[Verse 6:]
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
Makin’ money off hella sacks
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag
Call a nigga up when you need some grass
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go
[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

Amine – Squeeze

[Verse]
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I started it, them niggas borrow it
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex?
What should I be for Halloween?
I know, me, I’m the best

Migos – Motor Sport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Nicki Minaj – Motor Sport lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their n*gger stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this n*gger is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Cardi B – Motor Sport lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their n*gger stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this n*gger is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

TY DOLLA SIGN – Stare lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

TY DOLLA SIGN – Don’t Sleep On Me lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleeping on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleep on me (Na na na na na)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, don’t creep on me
Ay, got my piece on me
Ay, and you know I’m crazy
Crazy of you
Out of my mind, ain’t no telling what I’d do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switching up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
Remember when you f*cked me in the beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only asked you once
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did her own sh*t for her, what everybody does
We was geeking off the Molly at the festival
Now I’m in the booty club, throwin’ all the ones

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some new juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebratin’ on curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
She’s 6’3″ when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you [?]
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jelous bitches be despising me
What does f*ck they from?
Who hidin’?
Fuck them niggas, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang [?]
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
NoDoz, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Pendants, bracelets, diamond chains, got you going off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to f*ck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket, cost me 54 hunnid
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I f*ck with him
You workin’, I seen you, I’m next, you hear
Don’t sleep on me, that’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t creep on me
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermes all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

Lud Foe – Fallin’ Out Lyrics

It’s so mothafuckin hot i catch a tan in this bitch
Like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this bitch
We be on that hot shit so don’t get fanned in this bitch
Left the club with her but she came with her man in this bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t stand in this bitch
You a mothafuckin lie you say i ran from some shit
Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, nigga run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
No security with me cause bitch we deep and we got guns
He was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
Play with me and mine lotta niggas die in cold blood
When i hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum
Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums
Boy they buildings vacant lots shit cause I’m from the slums
Fill a nigga up with this hot shit, bitch you better not run
Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
Fucked her on the first night and she caught my first son
Are you the toughest nigga in the crowd? Then you the first one
Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
You a broke nigga petty ass use a coupon
It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
We ain’t aimin at yo legs bitch we aimin at yo head bitch, i’m eatin good i’m fed bitch, that Tropicana shit red bitch, niggas in the house on that scared shit, you hidin under that bed bitch
Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand bitch
You know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t see straight
These bitches see me 3-D and they press replay
I’m a shooter nigga i should be on EA
Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased
If my bitch get outta line she get replaced
I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace
And my bankrolls big like my fanbase
Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases
Bitch i ball like a cancer patient, I’m the shit boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo shit confiscated, i’m on the phone with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K
I run up in a nigga house broad day
I been at the finish line but yall late
The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
Fuck these bitches i just want the money!
I was sellin snow & it was sunny!
I take my time and wrap em like a mummy!
No Hilfiger but i got my Tommy!
Yo time is runnin out cock my Glock and brung it out
They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
I’m so mothafuckin hot bitches see me and start fallin out
Gaaaang gang

Yo Gotti – Brown Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Yo
Ain’t no credit when you shop with me
You want some credit, leave your car with me
I tell my bitch she gon’ go far with me
But she may have to take a charge for me
Baking soda in the ‘fridgerator
I got money, that shit come with haters
What you want, what you need
I got pounds, I got keys
I got Goyard, that’s a bag
Go hard for the bag
I got no heart, I’m heartless
For the bag, I’m retarded
Birkin bag with the crocodile
Yeah my bitch been around
I gave my bitch a real bag
I got faith she gon’ hold it down

[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Yo
Why the trap smell like onions
What’s that loud odor
I’ve been sackin’ brown bags like I work at Kroger
Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total
I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota
Seatbelt, rental car trafficking
Blood on my diamonds, bitch I’m African
Quit puttin’ your bag on that ‘gram, boy that real life
You’ll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life
I put my money in the ground and molded
Put my trust in a nigga and he folded
Can’t believe that nigga took the stand and told
Fuck your bitch in the trap [?]

[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

Yo

Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch

Yo Gotti – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Let’s get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you’re bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain’t raise no hoe, ha

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one [?]
Pay for it you gotta buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & French Montana]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on you (choppas style)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
‘Rarri sittin’ low, smokin’ on the loud (skrt skrt)
[?] dropped the bags off find an Uber
Catch me with the models up in dyckman smokin’ hookah (haan)
I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan)
From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan)
She double-bag fuck me with her friends, ha (haan)
Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan)
Choppa style, ridin’ with a shotty
Two-fifty on my wrist
Tryin’ to soak all my body, ha

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
The beat is classic, but so am I
I [?] out the plastic to get ’em high
She rolled a diesel now we’re drunk, there’s a DUI
Bitch, [?] kids, between you and I (you and I)
Pop pop that pussy for a rich nigga
Girl you too real for a bitch nigga
I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you
Y’all look good together, bring your bitch with you
You get money (ha)
You a honey (ha)
Heard your homie got that loud shit
They call it [?], ooh
You make it rain (ha)
There’s a thunderstorm
Your real niggas with you, they your day ones (hey)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

Migos – Motor Sport Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know, what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Yelawolf – Violin Lyrics

[Verse 1]:
I’m down on my knees again
A call for my repentance
The war has taken over me
I beg for the forgiveness
The bullets ricochet uh
I hear `em when I sleep now
The blood is on my hands Lord
From man, woman, and child
I’m a soldier from my country
But a slave unto my gun
The screams to echo louder
God, what have I become?
I pledge my allegiance
I left my family, a new born baby
To slay the enemy, the struggle for power
The lust, the fantasy
I trusted America, she took my sanity

[Hook: Lee Brice]:
Winds of change rolling in
Take your love back again
I your fool, Amen
Just a bow for your violin
You played me
You made me your violin

[Verse 2]:
She looks at her reflection
Eyes black and blue
She told them she would leave him
She says she was through
He took her from a small town
Showed her the big city life
He promised her the world
Then he made her his wife
But he runs around town
He’s a cheater and a beater
She’s sleeping with the enemy
But no one believes her
A diamond green, a glass of whiskey
The bottle of pain pills open and empty
She left a letter “to hell I send thee”
He brought home flowers, ashamed and guilty
Too late

[Hook: Lee Brice]:
Winds of change rolling in
Take your love back again
I’m your fool, Amen
Just a bow for your violin
You played me
You made me your violin

[Verse 3]:
Uh, you was like a rag
I’ve been washed up and dragged through the mud like a thief
All my beefs and my love , take a bow , take a down
Took a left, took a right , It’s the one to be found
To explain to me why
Why it was me that was brought to the edge of the cliff
Cause this is not fair but why should you care?
The choices I’ve made
And mama, I swear that all can not be the fault of just me
I’ve tried to maintain my walks in my knees
To work and not see the changes I’ve strived for
A better life for my family got me died for
Taking away everything from me
That’s why more
They tell me to make a decision from a five doors
There’s a prayer I’m saying ‘Why lord?’
Send me to a war without a sword
I’ll fight and fight more
I’ll travel along road
Cause I’m just a violin
My life is another course
Cause I’m just a violin
My life is another course

[Hook: Lee Brice]:
You made me your violin
You played me violin
You made me your violin

Taylor Swift – …Ready For It?

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him
Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted
But if he’s a ghost, then I can be a phantom
Holdin’ him for ransom
Some, some boys are tryin’ too hard
He don’t try at all, though
Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so
I see nothing better, I keep him forever
Like a vendetta-ta
I-I-I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
Are you ready for it?
Me, I was a robber first time that he saw me
Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry
But if I’m a thief, then he can join the heist
And we’ll move to an island-and
And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor
Every lover known in comparison is a failure
I forget their names now, I’m so very tame now
Never be the same now, now
I-I-I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know
(No one has to know)
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
Are you ready for it?
Ooh, are you ready for it?
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
I-I-I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
In the middle of the night
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Are you ready for it?
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Are you ready for it?

Young Dolph – While U Here

Grandma called me, told me that she need a new car.
I got you Grandma, said she heard that her grandson is a superstar.
Momma said don’t worry she sick but she good.
Momma and Daddy in the suburbs but they hood.
Yeahh, my lil brother locked just for tryna get sum paper.
But I can’t blame him because his big brother a paper chaser.
Keep some money on his books now that young straight
He said he don’t want no visits dat young nigga ape.
My best friends momma getting sicker by the day.
Cancer took over her body got her all in pain.
My homie going through it I see it all in his face.
Now everybody bow your head, it’s time to pray.(while you here)

Tell your Momma you love her while she here.
Tell your Pops you love him while he here.
Tell your homeboy you love him while he here.
One day you here, next day you’re gone for real.

It’s that time of the year.
It’s a lot of s**t goin on round here.
Tell yo b*tch dat you love her while you here.
If it wasn’t for her would your kids be here?

Sometimes I just sit back and think.
Do I think too hard or do I think enough.
Everything that I do I got a son watchin now.
I got nephews & lil cousins dat look up to me.
Yeahh, I made it up out dem streets nigga.
Luckily for real only if you knew what I been through.
Momma stressin out cuz the rent due versuri-lyrics.info
Went to grandma grave and told her I miss you.
It’s hard to stay focused out here living in hell.
The only way to get ahead is if you catching sales.
Got niggas out here everyday catching shells.
This real life s**t right here, no fairytales.

Tell your Momma you love her while she here.
Tell your Pops you love him while he here.
Tell your homeboy you love him while he here.
One day you here, next day you’re gone for real.

It’s that time of the year.
It’s a lot of s**t goin on round here.
Tell yo b*tch dat you love her while you here.
If it wasn’t for her would your kids be hereee?

Luke Bryan – Light It Up

[Verse 1]
I open my eyes, reach for the phone
Not a word from you baby
It don’t leave my sight since we had that fight
Can’t remember but maybe
I blew you up
In the middle of the night again
You were drinking with your friends
You ignored it but you got it

[Chorus]
I get so neurotic about it baby
‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone
I can’t help from going crazy
Thinking you might not be all alone
I wake up, I check it, I shower and I check it
I feel the buzz in my truck
And I almost wreck it
I always got it on me
Just in case you want me
So, if you’re looking for my love
Then light it up

[Verse 2]
Every time I unlock my screen
I hope I see one of them red lipstick ‘I miss you’ pictures
I’m on your clock, you’re in control
You want me now baby go figure
My worlds at the tips of your fingers

[Chorus]
I get so neurotic about it baby
‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone
I can’t help from going crazy
Thinking you might not be all alone
I wake up, I check it, I shower and I check it
I feel the buzz in my truck
And I almost wreck it
I always got it on me
Just in case you want me
So, if you’re looking for my love
Then light it up
Yeah baby, then light it up

[Chorus]
I go to sleep, I check it
In the middle of the night, I check it / I feel the buzz in my bed
And I don’t get no rest
I always got it on me
Just in case you want me
So, if you’re looking for my love
Then light it up
Yeah baby, light it up

Pitbull – Por Favor (feat. Fifth Harmony)

[Pitbull:]
Mr. Worldwide
With the beautiful, sexy, sophisticated Fifth Harmony

Sí, and I ain’t too proud to beg just like TLC
I got a good head on my shoulders if you know what I mean
That’s when I called her over and told her "Mami ven aqui"
¿De dónde eres, cuál es tu nombre?
¿Tienes novia, o buscas hombre?
Por favor, disculpa todas las preguntas
Que lo único que quiero es un besito en la punta, pretty, please

[Lauren Jauregui (Pitbull):]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (Dame un besito, mami)
Please, solo quieres sanar

[Lauren (Ally):]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, dímelo
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Pitbull:]
Ella me dijo "Número uno, mi nombre es Johanna"
¿Y de qué punta tu hablas? Punta Cana
No mama, de la punta de mi nariz
Yo me pillo un french kiss, en la punta de París
Estoy loco, y un poco suelto
Coco quemao’, y un poco fresco
Pero dame un besito en la punta, por favor
Mami, me lo merezco, pretty please

[Lauren Jauregui (Pitbull):]
Please, vas a tener que esperar (dame un besito, mami)
Please, solo quieres sanar

[Lauren (Ally):]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, dímelo
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor

[Pitbull (Lauren Jauregui):]
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿que tú quieres?)
Mami, dame besos, rico
Mami, dame eso, sexy (mmm)
Mami, dame besos, rico (¿que tú quieres?)
Mami, dame eso, sexy (¿eso?)
Mami, dame besos, rico
Mami, dame eso, sexy
Mami, dame besos, rico

[Lauren Jauregui:]
Please, vas a tener que esperar
Please, solo quieres sanar

[Lauren (Ally):]
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, dímelo (todo haz)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor
Lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)
Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor)
De la forma en que lo dices, dímelo (todo haz)
Haz lo que quieras si me dices por favor (por favor)

[Pitbull:]
Ven mamita, pa’ dártelo
Despacito, suavesito, rico
Como arroz con huevo frito
Por favor

Big Shaq – Man’s Not Hot

[Intro]
Yo, Big Shaq, the one and only
Man’s not hot, never hot
Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat
Boom

[Verse 1]
Two plus two is four, minus one that’s three, quick maths
Everyday man’s on the block, smoke trees
See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking (you man ducked)
Hold tight, Asnee (my brotha), he’s got the pumpy (big ting)
Hold tight, my man (my guy), he’s got the frisbee
I trap, trap, trap on the phone, movin’ that cornflakes
Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl, Whitney (my G)
On the road doin’ ten toes, like my toes (like my toes)
You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose (chilin’)
If she ain’t on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose (check your nose fam)
You donut, nose long like garden hose

[Chorus]
I tell her man’s not hot, I tell her man’s not hot
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man’s not hot" (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man’s not hot" (never hot)

[Verse 2]
Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four (us man)
Chillin’ in the corridor (yo), your dad is forty-four
And he’s still callin’ man for a draw (look at him), let him know
When I see him, I’m gonna spin his jaw (finished)
Take man’s Twix by force (take it), send man shop by force (send him)
Your girl knows I’ve got the sauce (flexin’), no ketchup (none)
Just sauce (saucy), raw sauce
Ah, yo, boom, ah

[Bridge]
The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom, you dun know

[Chorus]
I tell her man’s not hot, I tell her man’s not hot
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man’s not hot" (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
The girl told me, "Take off your jacket"
I said, "Babes, man’s not hot" (never hot)

[Verse 3]
Man can never be hot (never hot), perspiration ting (spray dat)
Lynx Effect (come on), you didn’t hear me did you? (nah)
Use roll-on (use that), or spray
But either way, A-B-C-D (alphabet ting)

[Bridge]
The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom

[Outro]
You dun know, Big Shaq
Man’s not hot
I tell her man’s not hot (never hot)
40 degrees and man’s not hot (come on)
Yo, in the sauna, man’s not hot (never hot)
Yeah, skidika-pap-pap

Jay Critch – Fashion (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
A.P for the timin no they hate me how I’m shining
Lemme see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it
Save thumbs in the climate ahhhhhh
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get yo shorty she be wildin in and out the
Change the number to my phone
Then it’s right back to the thousands
These racks but you don’t know nothin about it
Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin
I’ve been ballin on these niggas so they foulin
She go through it with no hands she got talent

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
YSL tag
Big Prada bag
Quarter mil cash
I was down bad
Bring yo friend we could fuck I don’t do dates
Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
I’m actually ballin, for the one time think I’m actually callin
These niggas is saucy, I came from the bum designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin to rappin and now I’m in fashion
The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics
Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof
I got the juice, diamonds hanging out now we playin it cool
Then I said I won’t miss you
I’m in love with the money I can’t kiss you

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

MEG MAC – Didn’t Wanna Get So Low But I Had To

I go back to where I am losing
Lying down, I can’t stand it
You cannot lose it when you knew it
All along through me

On my own through me
On my own

I didn’t hear it when you said it
On my own, that I would like it
I guess I’ll leave you when I’m leaving
My poor, poor soul, through me

On my own through me
On my own

Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around

Oh love this crying for a reason
Well it’s all gone and I can taste it
And of the time that I spent losing
It’s on my own, through me

On my own through me
On my own

Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around

Didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

And I’m good at lying down
Yeah, good at lying down, ooh
Put me down
Well I’m good at lying down

Oooh, but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

Migos – Motorsport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

From CDQ snippet

[Intro: Quavo]
Skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Snippets from Powerhouse NYC

[Verse: Quavo]
That’s how it feels to get at me
It’s gon’ [?] on your backstreet
Sit so high in the nosebleeds

[Verse: Offset]
Angel make dark disappear
While I hit the gas [?] rear
Hid some racks in the back of the mirror

[Verse: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re cash dissin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina

[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi

Chris Brown – Everybody Knows

[Intro]
*coughs*
Yeah, love

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how I feel
Since you’ve been gone
Easy fall, I should’ve let go
‘Cause everybody knows about you

[Chorus]
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
And they shouldn’t fucking know about you

[Verse 1]
You ain’t used to know about nothing (oh no)
You were just a girl from the subs (subs)
You was with the three plate threeway (three)
How you ‘posed to know ’bout love? (Love)
Hoes on hoes every day (every day)
How you think I slipped up? (Slipped)
All this he say, she say (he, he, he)
Damn it, I had enough

[Bridge]
Put you in the crib, that wasn’t enough (wasn’t enough)
Let you hit the mall and run that shit up (run that shit up)
I’m the first one to put you in a foreign (foreign)
Before me, you wasn’t important (important)
Now you actin’ like you earned it (earned it)
Go and smile for the camera (camera)
I hope that all this shit was worth it (worth it)
I hope that all this shit was worth it, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how I feel (you don’t know)
Since you’ve been gone (you’ve been gone)
Easy fall, I should’ve let go (I should’ve let go)
‘Cause everybody knows about you (knows about you)

[Chorus]
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
And they shouldn’t fucking know about you

[Verse 2]
Got a nigga stuck on stupid (on stupid)
I’m thinking I really might lose it (lose it)
Walking away, it ain’t easy (ain’t easy)
Leaving you is like leaving my music (my music)
Your homegirl’s in my business (in my business)
They’re the same ones liking my pictures (my pictures)
Telling you to leave, you can do better (better)
But they ain’t got no niggas

[Bridge]
Put you in the crib, that wasn’t enough (wasn’t enough)
Let you hit the mall and run that shit up (run that shit up)
I’m the first one to put you in a foreign (foreign)
Before me, you wasn’t important (important)
Now you actin’ like you earned it (earned it)
Go and smile for the camera (camera)
I hope that all this shit was worth it (worth it)
I hope that all this shit was worth it, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t know how I feel (you don’t know)
Since you’ve been gone (you’ve been gone)
Easy fall, I should’ve let go (I should’ve let go)
‘Cause everybody knows about you (knows about you)

[Chorus]
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
Everybody know about you (everybody know about you)
And they shouldn’t fucking know about you

Chris Brown – Hope You Do

[Intro]
Yeah
Oh baby

[Verse 1]
Now the word around town, ’round town that boy goin’ crazy (goin’ crazy)
It’s been a while since I been out, then come back to whip that Mercedes (that Mercedes)
And my wrist keep drippin’, grain grippin’, I’m doin’ 180 (doin’ 180)
Now I used to be pimpin’, be pimpin’ but how can I say this? (But how can I say this?)
Girl, I’m tryna fuck with you (girl, I’m tryna fuck with you)
Girl, don’t take no pictures, don’t take no pictures (girl, pictures)
Girl, sorry if I’m slurring my words, I’ve been drinking (girl, been drinking), mixin’ that liquor (mixin’ that liquor)
I rolled up when I woke up (when I woke up)
I brought more if you want some (if you want some)
You say you don’t really give a fuck (give a fuck)
I really hope that you know what’s up
I ain’t playin’, oh no (ain’t playin’), I ain’t playin’, no woah (playin’)

[Pre-Chorus]
When my mind’s fucked up, I just don’t care at all (fucked up, at all)
I just hope you pick up when it’s two or three (pick up, two or three)
Girl, I’m way too drunk, I just don’t care at all (drunk, at all)
I just hope you pick up when it’s two or three (pick up, two or three)

[Chorus]
And I hope you do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o

[Verse 2]
Need some more liquor, yeah
Eatin’ that pussy, I drown in your river. yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m not no swimmer
But I would go deep in that ocean like Flipper, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
When my mind’s fucked up, I just don’t care at all
I just hope you pick up when it’s two or three (I just hope you pick up, three)
Girl, I’m way too drunk, I just don’t care at all (too drunk, all)
I just hope you pick up when it’s two or three

[Chorus]
And I hope you, yeah do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o (you do)
Do-o-o-o (oh na)
Do-o-o-o (do-do-do-do, yeah)
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o (you do, do ah)
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o (yeah, yeah)
And I hope you do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o (do-o-o-o, ah)
Do-o-o-o (do-o)
Do-o-o-o (oh baby)
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o (do-o-o-o)
Do-o-o-o (do-o-o-o)
Do-o-o-o (do-o-o-o)

[Verse 3]
She got the keys to my house and my heart, I hope that she save me (that she save me)
And she know I’m gon’ lay the pipe, pipe down, I turn that bitch crazy
Why you trippin’? You won’t even listen ’cause you used to all the niggas
I promise I’m different, different

And I hope you take off your clothes, know I’m persistent, I know that that ass is soft (that ass is soft)
You got to go, don’t care ’bout them sheets, girl, let’s come take them covers off (take them covers off)
When we making love, girl, I just might take the rubber off (take the rubber off)
And if you fuck them niggas and cheat on your nigga, then what you gon’ do to me?
Girl, I hope you, huh
Girl, don’t listen to them bitches, oh
Girl, don’t tell your business, don’t tell your business
And girl, just tell me the truth, I’m fucking with you, haha

[Chorus]
And I hope you do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o
Do-o-o-o

[Outro]
Need some more liquor, yeah
Eatin’ that pussy, I drown in your river, yeah

Chris Brown – Pull Up

[Verse 1]
I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah)
All night I’ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord)
These drugs I’m on, they ain’t nothing to play with (sky high)
I can’t feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
When I pull up on ya (get it, get it)
When I pull up on ya, yeah (get it, get it)
When I pull up on ya, on you (get it, get it)
Oh, girl, you know it’s on (oh yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh, I may be the wrong one now
But it’s the right time, oh
You’re such a good girl (yeah)
But I know you got a bad side (mmm, I know that you bad)
Oh, come slide, I fill your door (fill your door)
Girl, take off all your clothes (your clothes)
Don’t make me wait too long (long)
Once i get that, just know

[Chorus]
When I pull up on ya (yeah, you know that’s me)
When I pull up on ya, yeah (yeah, get it, that’s me)
That’s when I pull up on ya, on you (yeah, yeah, my bad, on you, yeah)
Oh, girl, you know it’s on (oh yeah)

[Verse 3]
It don’t matter if she black or Caucasian (Caucasian)
Cocaine, my bonita and them Persians (Persians)
A couple ling lings, I fuck with the Asians (Asians)
My Nigerian, African girl can shake it (shake it)

[Chorus]
When I pull up on ya (when)
When I pull up on ya (oh yeah, baby, pu-pu-pull up)
When I pull up on ya (on you, you)
Oh, girl, you know it’s on (oh yeah)
When I pull up on ya (when I pull up on you)
When I pull up on ya (woo, ooh)
When I pull up on ya (when I)
Oh, girl, you know it’s on, yeah (oh yeah)

R3Hab & Waysons – Shanghai

[Verse]
Yeah, oh, no, no
Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh
Shanghai, Shanghai, yeah
Oh, over here, let’s stay together now

[Chorus]
Shanghai
Shanghai

[Verse]
Yeah, oh, no, no
Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh
Shanghai, Shanghai, yeah
Oh, over here, let’s stay together now

[Chorus]
Shanghai
Shanghai

Sabrina Carpenter – Why (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

Game – Oh I (feat. Jeremih, Young Thug & Sevyn)

[Intro]
Bongo by the way

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You don’t trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, I’m that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but I’ma get it though
She say she ain’t that type of girl, she sendin’ pictures though
She get naked on the Snap ’cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec’ and I saY, "Bring it here"
See the way that I’ma fuck you, you ain’t ever did
I’ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain’t ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I’m hopin’ you there ’cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don’t fuck with me like that
So in return I don’t fuck with ’em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But I’m only fuckin’ you, what you goin’ through?
Now you mad, textin’ in all caps
Like I just didn’t put my kids on your back

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, I
You don’t trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m so gone off your love, I’m so gone
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (aw yeah)
I’m so gone off your love and you know
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (I’m so gone)
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let’s go, ayy)
I wanna see your boobs [?] some [?]
Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?]
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin’
Ain’t a thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin’, 800 in a bag, you ain’t worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin’? (She workin’)
No climax from your man? He ain’t worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she’s mine

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Jeremih]
Hell yes
Her body talkin’ to a nigga, say less
I’m fuckin’ up her weave, need a hair net
I’ma put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestro’s
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that it’s the last stroke

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah