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Kendrick Lamar – Poetic Justice (feat. Drake)

[Intro]
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I’m talking ’bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)
You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen
Better yet, where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y’all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga, don’t approach her with that Atari
Nigga, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
‘less I write it down for real, P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Verse 2: Drake]
I really hope you play this
Cause ol’ girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You’ve been taking
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don’t make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
When you figure out it’s all right here in the city
And you don’t run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I’m talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking for it, maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It’s coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That’s your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Read slow and you’ll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Skit]
"I’m gon’ ask you one more time homie, where is you from? Or it is a problem"
"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?"
"Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come, it’s a wrap! I’m sorry"
"Hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up, we gon’ do it like this, OK? I’mma tell you where I’m from, OK? You gon’ tell me where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?"
"Enough with all this talkin"
"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie"

Krept & Konan – Ask Flipz (feat. Stormzy)

[Intro: Konan]
Killer!

[Verse 1: Konan]
Dickheads, losers
You’re only bad on computers
Keep talking about shooters
But you’re lying like Lucious (Lying)
I used to run man down in my Nikes
Now I just do it in my Pumas (Run man down)
Can’t give me no backchat, I tell them shut up like Lucas (Shut up)
Free up my bros in the cell
When I give stamps, I open the mail
If I get the west in, I’m not phoning the girl
Had your WCW holding my belt (Behave)
Can’t talk bait on a hot phone (Na)
Fur’s on like it’s Moscow (Yeah)
I met the weed plug in Sweden
Like I’ve gotta try bring the stock home
I was on the road when Ghetts made Sing For Me (Sing for me)
I can make your girlfriend sing for me (Sing for me)
See the car dash like Kimberley (Skrr)
In the trap house eating Indomie
I think they got it in for me
But we don’t take checks in Heath (Never)
We buy out the bar, Charms rest in peace (Ameen)

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much (Boy)
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up (Yeah)
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much (Boy)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah, oh yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

[Verse 2: Krept]
My name’s Krept, my name’s Tally
I like skets, I like fanny
Not my brudda, stop calling me Akhi
I eat Plantain, you eat batty uh
Don’t put in work, you’re a fool; nerd
Sixteen, murdered you all; hearsed
Big black Merc that I bought; skr
Got your bird on my balls; Spurs (finish him!)
Fam what’s good?
I can’t do it but the mandem could
Bang that Bubu, ban that Buju
I use God, them man use JuJu
Redrum, fam, honour me
Man used to save for their wallabees
Now I’m in business class talking about the economy
Let’s make it fair
Do the truth, don’t take it there
Punch you out your accessories
Lemme just make that clear
Hater, rap scene saviour
You wanna take shots like Barca
But don’t wanna say my name ah

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

[Verse 3: Stormzy]
Okay, flow’s over sick and contagious
Not underground, I’m not famous
Don’t run your mouth around strangers
Chatty mout’, you’re too dangerous
Little chatty mout’, you’re too loud
It’s like chatty mout’s the new style
Them man are doing shows for two thou’
Kon’ stop laughing man, you’re too foul
Anyway I hit the curb and do street
Scrap the Merc and do Jeeps
Can’t hold the phone, you’re too weak
Plus I went gold in two weeks (Behave)
Plus I go hard on my ones
I am nobody’s son (No)
Done things that nobody’s done
Come off my name, it’s over, I won
Aight lickle man, check this sket
Your chain jacked and you called us
Feds in my crib, tryna leave a man doorless
Paid for my door and they paid for my time
‘Cause the feds don’t wanna see another black August
Sorted, bought new floors but I’m flawless
Ring ring, trap sell packs on the corners
Told you niggas that Flipz don’t tark
But I flipped it again, let me tell them on the chorus (Boy)

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cous’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

Preme – Can’t Hang (feat. Partynextdoor)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy
Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi
Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber
I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie
I got plans, and I’m tryna fix things for you, baby
We ain’t gotta smoke when I’m textin’ you the best, baby

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah

[Verse 2: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m hoping that you’ll pull up to the function
Your homies think I’m talking, well, they made the right assumption, yeah
And you can tell them trouble with your loving
I’m the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah
I’m your man and I’m tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah
We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah

[Verse 3: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Say you ain’t no side chick
You more like a side kick
Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless
Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah
Only worried ’bout your life ’cause they ain’t got one, yeah
Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I’m on my last
I’m the plug like the aux cord in the tax
They can’t catch me, coupe don’t got no backseat
You a bad bitch
Quit acting, girl, I know you acting
I dropped a ‘hunnid up on a watch, it’s a fortune
Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture
You say all your niggas gang bang
We on the same thang
Said they want the old reign
Niggas, things change

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang
Don’t come thru if you can’t

Belly – Man Listen

Man…
Too broke to pay attention
Main man
Yo

[Chorus]
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it

[Verse I]
The game is friendless
The pain is endless
The game changed I blame these lane pretenders
My friends in Benz’s
Parked at the entrance
Inside you still hear the engine like, "Wren wren"
This is your ending
If you’re offended
I dare you fuckin’ bitches defend it
I’m just rushing through my blood like the Kremlin
I’m back with a vengeance
And this is what the sound of revenge is
Win win

[Chorus]
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it

[Verse II]
Where I come from you can’t visit
I talk money
I guess you understand different
Hand gestures count counting until my hands blister
You can miss us
Smoke weed louder than fran dressing
Allow them the friend gesture
Pinky rings, hand kisses
Soprano bitches
I feel like holy castolando in designer stitches (Oh!)
I heard em say I made Rihanna’s hit list
Mind your business
What kind of honor is this
I trying to see Madonna digits in all kind of riches
In Miami fucking ’round with all the finest bitches
Everyone acting kind of vicious
These politicians won’t let my brother visit
I’m like

[Chorus]
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it

[Verse III]
He’s a fake baller
A globetrotter
Bank account four dollar
No comma
I know you wanna pop collars
Pop collars
I know you wanna pop pop
For
Top dollar
Pull up in that top dollar
She got that top dollar
Top dollar

[Chorus]
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like
Man listen, Man listen
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it

Way way
[…]
… from the knees up
That’s it

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

Chris Brown – Confidence

[Intro]
Yeah, oh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Tell me what you feeling
Wanna know what’s on your mind
I know we ain’t committed
But we do this all the time, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Please don’t tell nobody ’bout this affair
Baby, go and dirty whine it up, thank you, baby
We might not make it to the room, from right here
I love it when you tell me what to do, like sit right there
Yeah, I need that, Fifty Shades, ooh
Tie your hands properly, I’m loving it

[Chorus]
It’s your confidence, oh woah
Your confidence, oh woah
Your confidence, oh woah
Confidence (confidence)
It’s your confidence
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
Your confidence

[Verse 2]
Is this how we’re living? I don’t know, I can’t have you all the time
And girl, I wish you made your decision
Girl, go ahead and make up your mind
Got me all out here feinin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Please don’t tell nobody ’bout this affair
Baby, go and dirty wihne it up, thank you, baby
We might not make it to the room, from right here
I love it when you tell me what to do, like sit right there

[Chorus]
It’s your confidence, oh woah
Your confidence, confidence, confidence
Your confidence, confidence, confidence
Confidence (confidence)
It’s your confidence
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
Your confidence

[Outro]
Fifty Shades (oh)
Tie your hands properly, I’m loving it
Get on top, inside you is where I wanna be
I love everything but most importantly, it’s your confidence

Chris Brown – Only 4 Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds)

[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
You know what time it is
Legendary
And I brought some of my friends with me
Like they here, here go, huh

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
Told her, you ain’t gotta tell no lies, girl, you ain’t gotta tell no lies
I don’t wanna be the one who judge you, baby, it’s your life
I ain’t gon’ gas you up, girl but that ass on fire
And I know you got a man, but fuck that nigga nine (uh-huh)
All these niggas tryna holla
I’m ain’t tryna waste your time, tryna bother
I just wanna come through, do you got friends?
I ain’t tryna press you, do you got plans?
Room 112 at the Four Seasons
Left the key downstairs, get it on your way in
She said, "I ain’t got no panties on"
And you gon’ leave with no panties on

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ty Dolla $ign)]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (me yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You smell that girl perfume on my pillow
I said, "Don’t worry ’bout it", ain’t got nothing to do with us
I knew as soon I hit it more than once
I gave you the wrong impression, still haven’t learnt my lesson
That love is good as a motherfucker, girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got you sprung and I’m up, aw yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (let’s switch ’em up)
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds]
Faces in my pillow case (all of these faces)
Mascara on my sheets, sheets (oh, oh, ooh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh (just me, me, me, oh, woah, yeah, yeah)
Tonight, only for me, me, me (all me, all mine, tonight your mine, yeah, yeah, girl)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You see my phone ringing when I’m asleep
You know it’s them other girls, I come around you all the time
And you can’t believe that it’s your best friend
And you say, "How could you cheat with them hoes?" Woah
I should have been, told her, I had a couple of her friends over
We started drinking, I wish I would have stayed sober
We started dancing, they started fooling
Straight to the bed, then we started fucking, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds, Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing (same thing)
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing (ooh, oh, oh)
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (real one)
I switch ’em up, just like a million (yeah, hey, oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case (yeah)
Mascara on my sheets (oh, oh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (only for me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (only for me)
Tonight, tonight

[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
Yeah, only for me
Verse, for me, Ty, for me, Breezy
Hey, only for me
This goes out to all the girls, for me, hey, yeah
She gon’ drop that ass only for me (woo)
She gon’ pop that pussy only for me (woo)
Yeah, yeah, dance, dance, dance do it only for me, do it (do it)
Dance, dance, dance do it only for me, huh (do it)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

EarthGang – Robots

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I’m just a machine
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Nigga just wanna be seen
Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
Maybe I’m just a machine
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Everything ain’t what it seems
Still I can’t let that shit get to me
Rain down on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Rain down on me
I got all these bitches on me
So why do I feel so lonely?

[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
No more bad karma
Can’t forget the day I got it tatted on me with Selena, homie
Out in Southern California bumping Tony Toni Tone [?]
Got you jumping to conclusion, you don’t never ask, you just be assuming, down bad
I was really going through it, farely music, nothing else mattered to me
And I ain’t perfect, never claimed to be
That surface shit is worthless, no stranger to murder after church service
Life be throwing me curves
She had me thinking perverted, there’s no worries
I light the blunt at four-twenty and save the world by four-thirty
So many did your boy dirty, but I ain’t trippin’ or hurtin’
Thanks to this vision and purpose
I seldom scribble shit, forgettin’ shit
Like fuck it, just keep swimmin’ like Dory, transformin’
From the best-kept secret to something fuckin’ historic
But still

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I’m just a machine
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Nigga just wanna be seen
Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
Maybe I’m just a machine
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Everything ain’t what it seems
Still I can’t let that shit get to me
Rain down on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Rain down on me
I got all these bitches on me
So why do I feel so lonely?

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Ok, where do I begin, connect the circuits
See, I’m tryna find a way, shit, in my defense
All that I was taught and known for I was grown was hate
"Boys don’t show emotion"
Only feel those 808s, come blow on my cartridge
All we got is games to play
Keepin’ ancient secrets locked beneath us lost in P.E
Missin sex and fucking teachers in our T-shirts on our hardwood
Bet her knee hurts on the real though
Me an expert on the physical exertion
My compassion never worked until today
She said "Where’s your empathy"
I don’t know
Guess they got the best of me
Hope it ain’t so
I was such a fresh pre-teen
And as a baby cub, a little flashy fiend
Bet I can
Life’s a whole lot more, I admit it
Biting nipples, pushing buttons
Young West African girl
You too busy twerkin’ in the motherland
Got the energy in me, so I was wondering
Could you tell me, Could you tell me

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I’m just a machine
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Nigga just wanna be seen
Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
Maybe I’m just a machine
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Everything ain’t what it seems
Still I can’t let that shit get to me, no
Rain down on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Rain down on me
I got all these bitches on me
So why do I feel so lonely?

Everything Is Recorded – Show Love (feat. Syd & Sampha)

[Verse 1: Sampha]
You’ve been acting like the coldest, huh
Don’t think I didn’t notice
You’ve been traveling alonest
You’re from Gaia just like Cronus
People acting like they own us
It feels like no one knows us
If you’re growing up with no love
Put your hands in the soil and you can grow love

[Chorus: Syd]
Swear I feel it everywhere
So much ego in the air
Think I’ve seen it all before
I know I can see some more
But if I die before I wake
Then I hope I made a change
I know what my purpose was
Show love, show love

[Verse 2: Syd]
I’ve been working overtime
I’ve got plenty on my mind
I’ve been out here moving mountains
Turning pennies into dimes
Tell your neighbors I’m on the rise
Trading favors for all the lights
Made a name, it was no surprise
Made a few mistakes, yeah and I paid the price

[Bridge: Sampha]
I’ve been ’round long enough to know
Life is up and down, see-saw
I’ve got to veto my ego
I’ll go where she go

[Chorus: Syd]
Swear I feel it everywhere
So much ego in the air
Think I’ve seen it all before
I know I can see some more
But if I die before I wake
Then I hope I made a change
I know what my purpose was
Show love, show love

[Outro: Sampha & Syd]
You’ve grown up to show love
There’s no love unless you own up
No love, toes up
Show love, show love
You’ve grown up to show love
There’s no love unless you own up
No love, your toes up
Ooh, you’ve got to show
You’ve got to show
So show love, so show love, yeah
So show love, so show love
Show love, show love
(What a beautiful daydream)
Show love, show love

Farruko – Me Levanto

[Intro]
Boricua levántate
Después de la tormenta viene la calma
Carbon Fiber Music
Troublemekka
Farru!
TrapXFicante

[Coro]
Si me caigo me levanto, me levanto
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, no no no no no
Y si me caigo me levanto, yeh!
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, Boricua levántate

[Verso 1]
Dios bendiga la isla que me vio nacer
Esto aquí no acaba, queda mucho por hacer
Levántate Boricua, no des tu brazo a torcer
Nosotros somos duro y no nos dejamos joder

De nadie
Somos una raza guerrera
Levanta tu bandera
Y no la dejes caer

Vamos a unirnos como pueblo, luchar como guerreros
No tenemos que depender de ningún extranjero
Que venga a burlarse de nosotros
Vamos a darnos la mano uno al otro
Vamo arriba puñeta

[Coro]
Si me caigo me levanto
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, no no no no no
Y si me caigo me levanto, yeh!
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, Boricua levántate

[Verso 2]
Ta’ cabron hacer fila pa’ un galón de gasolina
Ta’ cabron que no haya luz ni agua, hace falta comida
Cabron ver mi gente sufriendo
Y ver a los políticos su campaña haciendo

Un reality show, no hacen na’ de corazón
Saludo a los artistas que hicieron promoción
Les quedo cabron, no es entregar agüitas y ya
Y grabarme ayudando, el compromiso va más allá

Se trata de ser más humano
De darle la mano a tu hermano
Yo me siento frustrao’ igual que tú
Pero pa’ alante, puñeta, que hay salud (Amén)

[Coro]
Si me caigo me levanto (Con más fuerza me levanto mañana)
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto (Si hay que empezar de cero empezamos de cero)
Y si me caigo me levanto (Gracias a Dios estamos vivo y eso es lo importante)
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, no te vayas a rendir

[Outro]
Esto es 100 × 35 y mandamos nosotros
Yo soy Boricua, pa’ que tú lo sepa
Vamo a arriba, y no la vamos a dejar caer nunca
Carbon Fiber Music
Yo, Rvssian
EZ El Ezeta
Frank Miami
Abuelo me decia que lo que sale del corazón
Y se hace con el corazón, siempre tendrá la razón
Ayuda sin esperar nada a cambio
Que grande va a ser el cambio
Farru!
Carbon Fiber Music

Fifth Harmony – He Like That (Remix) (feat. French Montana)

[Intro: Ally & Normani]
Mmmmmm
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump

[Verse 1: Dinah]
You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kinda like it
You got the tats on your arm, got a bad girl excited
You put that bass in the beat, won’t you beat it up inside it?
I got that pumps and a bump and you know you wanna try it

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
He like the girls with the pumps and a bump
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
I be that girl with the pumps and a bump

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
Montana
You know who it this

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana, you know what it is when you hear that haaa
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hold up, rang rang, go watch chain gang
My story change lanes (skrrt skrrt)
Bring four girls, I’m up for a challenge (skrrt skrrt)
French vanilla, keep your balance
I lost my check and time, my flight lands at nine
Your flight lands at eight, my game just rewind
She love them dope boys, I love them big booties
Hurricane, strip clubs, and keep your wrist stupid
Bright lights, can’t lose ’em, white man, Frank Lucas
You got red rubies, (?) bad, make movies
Turtle neck, hundred chains, dancing crazy, baby
And you know they call me Montana, baby

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani & Ally]
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and he want it)
He like that bang, bang, bang, (He like that bang)
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb, (He like that bomb)
He like that love, love, love, (He like that love)
I’m like that drug, drug, drug, (I’m like that drug)
He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and…)

[Bridge: Lauren & (Ally)]
(Bang) He love that bang
(Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb
(Love) He love that thang
(Drug) He love that hit and run
He lose his brain
He going to stupid dumb
He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some

[Pre-Chorus: Normani + Dinah & Lauren]
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
He like the girls with the pumps and a bump (Oh)
Pumps and a bump (You know he wants some, wants some)
Pumps and a bump
I be that girl with the pumps and a bump

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bom, bom, bom
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bom, bom, bom
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

Fashawn – Fashawn

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I got a fully loaded cartridge and thoughts and enemies
Rhymes razor sharp, that’s that rawkus energy
My heart pump Hennessy
Veins pump Don Julio, rock rubies
Assorted color stones in the jewelry
Picture that
A nigga delegatin’ with diplomats
Used to pitch nickel sacks
Now I can shit a stack
Im on it
Defecatin’ on your rap performers
Appeal, more the Mass
And Fash passed enormous
I don’t get excited, I get ignited
Burn like a brush fire when I write it
Barb-wire for those bitin’
Titan in the ring, Tyson when I swing
Python, when the mic’s on, I strike harm
Madre know I’ma drug dealer uh
Tecate sippin, my mug’s rippin
Compadre stealin’, the slug peelin’
Nonsense, crip’n & blood spillage in the village
No remorse shown, no love given, nigga

[Hook]
F-A-S-H-A-W-N
No, you don’t know how much trouble you in
No, they just hustle, I hustle to win
Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again

[Verse 2]
Homie
If it ain’t the shells, its the gazelles
If I’m not still in a cell, I’m out on bail
Dirty, is what’s under my nails, off the rail
Young homie will fuck up a scale, he hustle well
Count kale off of sellin’ broccoli, never fail
Cocky, you can tell, cock is 2XL
Block had to bail
Look like, I just ate rock lobster
All these shells, shocked, you lookin pale
Why? Cause I prevailed, a hassa for the nail
You hot huh? Is it cause yo pockets lookin frail?
Memoirs of a Mobsta with a tale
Wrote pop like im Pharrell
Pop pop, two rappers fail
I once was a poster boy for poverty
Until I hit the lottery
‘Po, something you gotta see
You niggas will never figure me out
I figured that, figures is what this shit is about
Motha fucka!

[Hook x2]
F-A-S-H-A-W-N
No, you don’t know how much trouble you in
No, they just hustle, I hustle to win
Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again

Kelly Clarkson – Meaning Of Life

[Verse 1]
Baby, I’ve been living in the dark
The only friend I’ve got here is my broken heart
Feeling like I’ve finally had enough
Living like an animal can be so rough

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waiting so long for you to come my way
And now I, I can’t wait another day

[Chorus]
When you hold me, I finally see
When you say love, I know what it means
I was broke down so alone in the dark
Until you showed me the light (baby)
Cause when you kiss me, I know who I am
And when you let me feel it I understand
When I’m lost I just look in your eyes
You show me the meaning of life
Meaning of life, life, life, life
You show me the meaning of life
Meaning of life, life, life, life
You show me the meaning of life

[Verse 2]
Every time I spend a lonely night, yeah
Thinking I won’t make it til the morning light
All I do is think of you and I
Suddenly the wrongs they start to feel so right

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waiting so long for you to come my way (come my way, yeah)
And now I, I can’t wait another day

[Chorus]
When you hold me, I finally see (When you hold me I see)
When you say love, I know what it means (I know what it means)
I was broke down so alone in the dark
Until you showed me the light
Cause when you kiss me, I know who I am (I know who I am)
And when you let me feel it, I understand (I understand)
When I’m lost I just look in your eyes
You show me the meaning of life
Meaning of life, life, life, life
You show me the meaning of life
Meaning of life, life, life, life
Show me the meaning of life

[Bridge]
You show me love
You lift me up
You take me higher and higher
The truth is I’m in love
Can you feel us, we’re flying higher
Oh, you show me love
You lift me up
You take me higher and higher
The truth is I’m in love
Can you feel us, we’re flying higher

[Partial Chorus]
Meaning of life, life, life, life
You show me the meaning of life
Meaning of life, life, life, life
Show me the meaning of life
Show me the meaning of life, ooh
Show me the meaning of life

Rick Ross – Tiptoe’n

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 1]
Flowers for the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard so I fuck ’em all
I got Bally’s on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it’s the summertime
Ship my Bentley to Jamaica, "what the bumbaclot?"
My bitch dressed to the floor, that pussy Rastafari
Top shotta told me, "[? batty boy]"
Kidnapping charges, walk up in the with John Gotti’s lawyer
I’m tiptoe’n out the court, hope you don’t speak to me
Just respect a nigga name or die peacefully
I don’t fuck with sucka’ niggas, that’s the other side
And they still do B&E, that’s on my brotha side

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 2]
The bitches for the playas, guns for the goonies
I’m addicted to this way, I’m accustomed to movie
Cigars in the mornin’, lobsters and the omelette
Your vibe not the vibe if money not the topic
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hop in the 650
Got another young nigga gettin’ rich with me
I’m flossing just to floss, I hustle to the core
I said the biggest boss, I always wanted more
Real estate, you gotta’ see a nigga gates
[?],cell phones on his waist
You know the streets will come all hell up in the ‘fits
I went and got the stick, they said it’s hit or miss
I’m still fuckin’ bitches out the magazine
Better log-on young niggas havin’ things
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, nigga
I bumped into Carmelo in the Wraith, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

[Verse 3]
Touch a couple dollars, time to pay your taxes
Keep another seven figures in a pissy mattress
Forbes list, five years, niggas started clappin’
Feds indicted half the city so I started rappin’
Her baby-daddy went to prison, shorty started strippin’
Then I got a pint of sirrup and we started sippin’
I pull up in a Wraith, them bitches saw the difference
Stop dissin’ pussy niggas, ain’t no competition
When you pull up to the crib you see the waterfalls
You would think that I produced TLC Waterfalls
Them boys was sellin’ crack while they was smokin’ speed
This only type of profit come from overseas

[Chorus]
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
I’m tiptoe’n out the bank, hope you don’t speak to me
Hope you don’t speak to me, hope you don’t speak to me

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (Remix) (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2 – A$AP Rocky]
New belt that’s french canvas
Goyard that’s rich canvas
Showing out for the big cameras
Sonning niggas like the kids parents
Old money like the grand parents
Show respect or get bitch handled
Took her wigs like your grandmama
Smack a nigga like I’m big handed
[?] a fuck on your babymama
Bigger booty she a thick bandit
Big body do big damage
New Rari do tricks in it
[?]
[?]
If she look so good throw a kid in it
Have a baby by me for the big business

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

Alexandra Stan – Ecoute (feat. Havana Ecoute)

[Verse 1: Alexandra Stan]
I could fly
If you’d give me the wings to do it
I could fly
Way up high to the clouds
Hit the road that will take me to your heart
Side out
Knock out loud

[Pre-Chorus: Alexandra Stan]
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi
Et suis la route après ma voie
Tu sais bien que je suis là pour toi
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi

[Chorus: Alexandra Stan & Havana]
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi
Et suis la route après ma voie
Tu sais bien que je suis là pour toi
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi

[Refrain]
Écoute, écoute, écoute
Écoute, écoute, écoute
Écoute, écoute, écoute
Écoute, écoute, écoute

[Verse 2: Havana]
Sun rise on
Feel the sun that we’ve got [?] if we go home
We’re alone in this world
You’re my one who trembles when I sing a song
Listen close

[Pre-Chorus: Alexandra Stan]
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi
Et suis la route après ma voie
Tu sais bien que je suis là pour toi
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi

[Interlude]
Écoute, écoute, écoute

[Chorus: Alexandra Stan & Havana]
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi
Et suis la route après ma voie
Tu sais bien que je suis là pour toi
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi

[Refrain]
Écoute, écoute, écoute
Écoute, écoute, écoute
Écoute, écoute, écoute
Écoute, écoute, écoute

[Chorus: Alexandra Stan & Havana]
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi
Et suis la route après ma voie
Tu sais bien que je suis là pour toi
Écoute, écoute, écoute-moi

Miwa – We Are The Light

Where did you go
雑踏の中
どこにいるの
誰の目にも映らない
自分を探してる

交差点
街の光
どうして涙が出るんだろう
さみしくもないのに

いらない人なんていない
意味のない痛みなんてない
ひとりぼっちじゃない
Rise on up till ya touching the moon

生まれ変わっても
迷わずに
また私になりたいと
誓ったなら
さあ 真夜中 残る光 数えよう
We are the light

Where will you go
躊躇しないで
踏み出そう
目の前のドア開けて
明日を変えにいこう

ひとつだけ出来ることがあるなら
望むのはそう
‘君を照らす光’

夜更けのベッドで
孤独にさいなまれても
ひとりぼっちじゃない
Rise on up till ya touching the moon

君と出会うため
そのために
生まれてきたと言えるように
今を生きて
つまずいても
見える星を数えよう
We are the light

いま君の呼ぶ声が
君の笑うあの顔が
いつか思い出せなくなっても
‘私を照らす光’

Shin on…

‘誰もが誰かの光’

生まれ変わっても
迷わずに
また私になりたいと
誓ったなら
さあ 真夜中 残る光 数えよう
We are the light

Wu-Tang Clan – If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) / Hood Go Bang (feat. Method Man)

Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin’ with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don’t know the history? I’m from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it’s not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici’, it’s not an ishy
Or I’m too lazy to cross roads, if not, I’m busy
It’s not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y’all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin’ in barcode, nothin’ left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I’m sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that’s what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that’s what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo ’cause they were settin’ the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it’s like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it’s like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I’ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that’s my beliefs and I stand on ’em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on ’em
Some band want ’em, these verses hot and the fans want ’em
I’m from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I’ve been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I’m at the nana’s, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I’m feelin’ petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes ‘I’m not your Santa’
Just want the body, nobody tryin’ to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin’ them Hawks out, then it’s not Atlanta’s

If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]

CNCO – Mamita lyrics

Cuando me miras asi, no sabes lo que te haria
Un poco por aca un poco por alli
Del mundo te olvidaria
No te lo guardes mami, que ganas si desconfias
En esta noche si me lo das a mi, te sacas la loteria

(coro)
Ay mamita ven que yo quiero tenerte
Cambiame la suerte
Que esto es algo urgente
Ven que ya no aguanto
Ay mamita ven que tu me gustas tanto
Y este nunca miente

Juegate la suerte siempre
Hay un factor crucial que hace que te ponga tu mejor labial
Seguro mami que tu vienes aqui, gritaras los cuatros vientos ay mamita vente

No te lo guardes mami, que ganas si desconfias
En esta noche si me lo das a mi, te sacas la loteria

(coro)
AY mamita ven que yo quiero tenerte
Cambiame la suerte
Que esto es algo urgente
Ven que ya no aguanto
Ay mamita ven que, tu me gustas tanto
Y este nunca miente

Ven la que la noche es joven
Que te llego la hora de que un hombre como yo te valore
Tu sentiras fuego princesa, te quedaras conmigo hasta que el dia venga Muñeca

Cuando me miras asi, no sabes lo que te haria
Un poco por aca un poco por alli
Del mundo te olvidaria
No te lo guardes mami, que ganas si desconfias
En esta noche si me lo das a mi, te sacas la loteria

(coro)
Ay mamita ven que yo quiero tenerte
Cambiame la suerte
Que esto es algo urgente
Ven que ya no aguanto
Ay mamita ven que, tu me gustas tanto
Y este nunca miente

Y ay mamita
Que quienes somos?
CNCO

Future – No Cap lyrics

Southside on the track, yeah

[Intro: Future]
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My bitch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad bitch out the ghetto
Eating like [?]
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f*ck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf*ck the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the bitch, like I’m Michael Myers

[Verse 3: Future]
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 nigga and I’m riding in a foreign
Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored
Nigga, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, nigga, uh
Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my niggas
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential

Future – Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Future – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

Future – 200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

MAGIC – Darts In The Dark lyrics

DARTS IN THE DARK LYRICS
[Verse 1]
I don’t know the way back to the place where our love lies
Blindfolded, it feels, and we’re trying to see out to the sunlight

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to love with my eyes close
But now it seems that we just keep

[Chorus]
So we just keep dancing around every day
And we just keep playing the same guessing games
And we both we’ll never go back to the start
If we just keep throwing darts in the dark

[Post-Chorus]
Darts in the dark
I don’t know the way back to your heart
I don’t know the way back to the dark

[Verse 2]
I remember you would just keep dancing, too
Find your love
‘Cause lately, darling, darkness is the moon between us

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to love with my eyes close
But now it seems that we just keep

[Chorus]
So we just keep dancing around every day
And we just keep playing the same guessing games
And we both we’ll never go back to the start
If we just keep throwing darts in the dark

[Post-Chorus]
Darts in the dark
I don’t know the way back to your heart
I don’t know the way back to the dark

[Bridge]
Throwing darts in the dark, somebody’s gonna get hurt
Throwing darts in the dark, only gonna make things worse
I might never fight the center of your heart
If I keep throwing darts in the dark, throwing darts in the dark

[Outro]
[?]
Darts in the dark
I might never fight the center of your heart
If we don’t stop, if we don’t stop shooting darts in the dark
I will never fight the center of your heart
I will never fight the center of your heart

Young Thug – Cruise Ship lyrics

[Intro]
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf’s the worst it’s gon’ get (it’s gon’ get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I’m a fish

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

[Verse]
The coupe is outside and I’m styled in the best
I see you killin’ these niggas ’cause you’re doin’ it the best
Solitaries ain’t nothing to me
Coughin’ these like I got lukemi’
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I’m part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it’s a drag queen
I’m in a bronze Benz, I think it’s the wagon
Ever since mom’s titty, bitch I was flaggin’
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting (she my Cancun ting)
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (my wrist is on Beijing)
I’m tellin’ all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (hold on, turn up)
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain’t showin’ shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave
I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe
I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper
Ain’t got no f*ckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

Future – Patek Water lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
Southside
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m a young gunner, young gunner, young gunner, a nigga just wet up
We don’t got no time for these boys, just shut up and bet up
The Rollie on Ric Flair, my wrist is just wet up (Whoo)
The plug just called like “What up?”, nigga don’t let up (Let’s go)
The diamonds are yellow the day, you gotta catch up, yeah
Money on the floor with these hoes, these niggas can’t pose with us (Can’t pose, no)
How the f*ck you sound old, you never grown with us
Diamonds in the ear got big, look nigga, I told you (They dripping wet)
Flood that Patek [??] and throw her that straw (Throw her that straw)
All these bitches digging with a golden shovel
Secret service, they taking me through the side door (Side, let’s go)
And I promise I can fold with a blindfold

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: Offset]
[??] on the edge of my neck, I never settle for less (Nah)
Put her on perky and act, I’ma just f*ck and forget (Smash)
Mansion that sit on the hill, after my last arrest
Niggas out here in the field, don’t need a mask or vest (Brr)
Ah, back to back Lambos, repeat it, you like to run when it’s heated (Run)
Back to back AR-15 with the cooler, just in case it get heated
Hop on the wave and drown, my momma [??] cartier bracelet (Momma)
Ah, face it down, dirty in my soda, I hate the brown (Uh)
Hold it down ’cause the plug is illegal
Ridin’ ’round with a dub and a eagle (Brr)
I heard that money get evil, prayin’ to god to keep me from demons (God)
She lost in the vibe surrounded by stars, we got her sucking on semen (Ugh)
You gotta survive and sparing no lives
F&N pop at your beanie (Ayy)

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Outro: Future]
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We just wanna go snatch a nigga’s sunroof
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back

Future – Feed Me Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

Future – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

Future – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

Future – 4 Da Gang lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I get big high
This a big guy, yeah
Yeah, Firk, got you
Woo, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (Nah)
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (No)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga (Private jet)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
I’m drinking a fifth a day, and I’m rocking my ice, nigga
You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, nigga
I spent over 80k, just last night, nigga
Death can’t get in my way
Don’t believe the hype, nigga
Now myself impeccable, and I’m so precise, nigga
It can be in the day time, we don’t stop at the light, nigga
When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon (Pluto)
Got a seven car garage (seven car garage), I done ran out of room
Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter (Audemar)
She rocking her third Rolley, I can’t help but spoil her (she is spoiled)
I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth (when my mom gave birth)
I used to show up in class, on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s (on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s)
Go check my profile, I beat the verdict (I beat the verdict)
I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins (yeah, yuh)
My diamonds certified, my trigger working (yeah, yuh)
Got it out the mud, baby, that’s why my cups dirty
Yeah, yuh

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

[Verse 2: Future]
I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away (yeah)
I know every nigga with my gone kill, so I stay out the way (gang)
I ain’t gotta walk around with my steel ’cause the streets made me
I still keep a chopper at arm’s reach, ’cause I stay faded (yeah)
Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I’ma still take ’em (oh yeah)
I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, how he gone still hate me?
I’m a nine figure nigga, we ain’t never worried about murder cases (murder)
My slime nigga, buy ’em a Bugatti on your birthday (SLATT)
Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first place (On God)
I look my demon in the face, I’m booted up the worst way
She want my semen, so she can run with it and take it to the bank (yeah)
I can’t grieve, ’cause ain’t none of my grandma bills late (on [gang? game?])
I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a lake
I’m so real, my day one got every code to my safe (Oh yeah)
I told my ex hoes, “can’t nobody take my place” (no)
I know I’m a rockstar and that’s on everything

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)