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KYLE – Pursuit Of Happiness (Kid Cudi Cover)

Crush a bit, little bit
Roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling right
Two AM, summer night, I don’t care
Hand on the wheel
Driving drunk I’m doing my thang
Rolling in the midwest side now
Living my life, getting our dreams
People told me slow my roll
I’m screaming out fuck that
I’m a do just what I want
Looking ahead no turning back
If I fall if I die
Know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall if I die
Know I lived and missed some bullets

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

Tell me what you know about dreamin’ (dreamin’)
You ain’t really know bout nothin’ (nothin’)
Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night
5 A-M cold sweats, waking up to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams (dreams)
Tell me what you know about night terrors nothin’
You don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow,
Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

Pursuit of happiness
Yeah, I’m a get it, I’ll be, good
Ugh
Oh man
Oh alright
Oh, room is spinning, room is spinning
Pat, Zule, where, oh fuck
Oh my God
Why did I drink so much and smoke so much oh

Lecrae – Whatchu Mean (feat. Aha Gazelle)

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
I was always Pippen with the flow
I support the greatest, give and go
Tried to hit me with the bad vibes, let ’em know
Shake that dust up off my feet before they hit the floor
Focus on the ones I love, yeah, them my folks
People love to talk the talk, but they don’t really know
Catch me outside on the field, that’s the goal
Goin’ for conversion, extra points on the low

[Pre-Chorus 1: Lecrae]
All I know is come up when it’s to the summer
Work on top of work, you know we did a ton of
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels
Haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder
Guess it’s safe to say I stay in my lane
Always on time, never hesitate
Watch the execution, I’ma demonstrate
Tryna hit me with your regulations

[Chorus 2: Aha Gazelle & Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Whatcu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream (on your dream?)
On my Fresh Prince, got me feelin’ like Akeem (like Akeem?)
Or maybe Will Smith, all black like M.I.B. (M.I.B.?)
You can hear me (you can hear me?) down the street (down the street?)
It ain’t real if I don’t feel it in my spleen (in your spleen?)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between (hold on)
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu—
Cool (go ahead)

[Verse 2: Aha Gazelle]
Uh, here we go
She wanna know how to pronounce my name, I’m like, "It’s Aha"
I’m picture perfect, I don’t need no Canon like Mariah
I’m makin’ movies, I direct, like I control the choir
I got it groovy, then they kick me out the church like "Hiya"
A rub-a-dub, you ain’t the cleanest in the club, I’m flier
Yo’ baby momma told me that you not a good supplier
So I’m a father figure to Malik and Anania
I’m not the daddy, oh no, no the Devil is liar
It’s goin’ down, but I can guarantee you, baby, we up
At first I couldn’t see, now everybody wanna be us
I’m sad I’m not the one, don’t make me have to play Vegeta
I got a stripper friend who told me she believe in Jesus
Hold on Aha
I ain’t come her to prove nothin’
I been woke before it was cool and before y’all hit the snooze button
The flow’s hot, but I’m ice-cold like I’m on the remake of Cool Runnings
The same things that y’all dream about are the same things that I do in public, no discussion

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean

[Verse 3: Lecrae]
2011, put the hammer on ’em
Church Clothes had Don Cannon on me, had No Malice on it
If they say I’m in Illuminati, keep an eye on ’em
Years later, doin’ shows now
You can catch me on the road now
Took a couple Grammys home now
No one ever put me on now
I ain’t braggin’, I ain’t flexin’ in my song
I’m just tryna talk that real and tryna put my people on
Wanna see me fall, wanna see me gone, know they wrong
Whatchu think I’m on? Whatchu mean? Whatchu really want? (Huh?)

[Pre-Hook 2: Lecrae]
We been out here workin’ summer after summer (we workin’)
Session after session, boy, we did a ton of (did a ton of)
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels (diggin’ tunnels)
And haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder (I don’t see you, man)
Got you on read, you stay in yo’ lane (woo!)
You don’t execute, you just hesitate (yeah!)
Watchin’ how I play, you gon’ miss yo’ game (miss yo’ game)
You too busy tryna regulate (yeah, yeah, woo!)

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean

Morrissey – Spent The Day In Bed (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Spent the day in bed
Very happy I did, yes
I spent the day in bed
As the workers stay enslaved
I spent the day in bed
I’m not my type, but
I love my bed
And I recommend that you

[Chorus]
Stop watching the news!
Because the news contrives to frighten you
To make you feel small and alone
To make you feel that your mind isn’t your own

[Verse 2]
I spent the day in bed
It’s a consolation
When all my dreams
Are perfectly legal
In sheets for which I paid
I am now laid
And I recommend to all of my friends that they

[Chorus]
Stop watching the news!
Because the news contrives to frighten you
To make you feel small and alone
To make you feel that your mind isn’t your own

[Bridge]
Oh time, do as I wish
Time, do as I wish
Oh time, do as I wish
Time, do as I wish
Oh time, do as I wish
Time, do as I wish
Oh time, do as I wish
Do as I wish

[Verse 3]
I spent the day in bed
You can please yourself
But, I spent the day in bed
Pillows like pillars
Life ends in death
So, there’s nothing wrong with
Being good to yourself
Be good to yourself for once!

[Outro]
And no bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No emasculation, no castration
No highway, freeway, motorway
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train

Rudimental – Sun Comes Up (feat. James Arthur) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I wonder, maybe they’d never find me
I’ve been waitin’ such a long, long, long time to feel it
Swallowed by the waters around me
Though I took so many wrong, wrong, wrong turns to see it, woah

[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more

[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

[Verse 2]
It wasn’t easy tryin’ to run with these handcuffs
I had to sleep through such a cold, cold, cold night to see it
Green flashes hit me right where I’m standing
Sunlight cut into your bones, bones, bones, started to heal it

[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more

[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

[Bridge]
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Give a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Turn your light on me
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little, to get a little love
Give a little light
To get a little love back
To get a little love back

[Pre-Chorus]
Dance through the blisters at night
I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
I’m alive, alive
I can’t hear words no more

[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love
Sun comes up again, my love
Until the sun comes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
I can feel my love, I can feel my love

[Outro]
Sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
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 & Jeremih]
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: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[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 & Jeremih]
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
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Ty Dolla $ign – Message In A Bottle

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 1]
Henny in my system
In here with the pistol
Middle finger to a hater
Any nigga with him
I just came to blow a couple bands
Hoes know I’m the man
Lil’ baby on a Xan
Rollin’ up a strand
‘Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop
It’s too strong for that Ziploc
They like, "You gon’ get us kicked out"
Seen the huge stones in my wrist watch
Got ’em blowin’ at me when I pass by
Starin’ like she got a glass eye
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Go piss outside, too drunk to drive
She said, "I got Uber, do you want a ride?"
Typed in my address, it led to some sex, now I’m dressed
Poppin’ these Advils and textin’ my ex, thanks to the…

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 2]
And I’m too drunk to drive, yeah
Share your location, girl, I’m tryna pull up
But I’m too drunk to drive, oh
Passive when it come to cannabis
But I’m blowin’ like a curtain
My homie got some women at his crib
Know I’m finna flourish
Drankin’ water, tryna save my liver
Walked in, seen some naked strippers
Couple homies started throwin’ money
I just watch you like a babysitter, I’m lit
Stuck where I sit
Please don’t mind me, girl, that’s just how I get
Gave me a lapdance, I had plans to take down a lick
But something told me to face down my ex
Must have been a message in a bottle

Khalid – Perfect

[Intro]
Ready?
I can’t get this thing to stop squeaking
Laughs
Alright
Ready, Riley?
Ready
1, 2, 3, 4

[Verse 1]
I’ve been on my own for a long time, I’m feelin’ kinda lonely
Nothing’s fun when I’m the only one out here who knows me
Something’s stopping me from becoming a better person
I could try to pace myself, but I don’t think that it’s worth it

[Chorus]
What’s the point in workin’, if a wish is never certain?
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Verse 2]
I went for a walk last night, I swear it was for hours
Happiness is far from reachin’ inside of my power
My friends say that I’m changin’, changin’ like the weather
Mom says I look sick, pop says keep my head up

[Chorus]
What’s the point in workin’, if a wish is never certain?
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Verse 3]
Man, I’m thinking out loud, where I know someone will hear me
Cryin’ out for help, in search of someone near me
And I see a growin’ boy whenever I look in the mirror
Told me pain is temporary and my vision’s comin’ clearer

[Chorus]
I’m not used to workin’, a wish is never certain
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Chorus]
No, no
I’m not used to workin’, a wish is never certain
But at least I’ll never be… perfect

Juicy J – Show Time (feat. Xxxtentacion) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Woah, huh, yuh, ayy, ayy
Ayy I got a song with OG, rich
Got a song with Juicy J, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha! Uh

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Ayy, ho
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It’s show time, no Apollo
My .44 fillin’ up with hollows
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our ho
I swerve that bitch like a pothole
Me and Paul stuff hoes in the Tahoe
I ain’t ever stuff shit up my nose
Your bitch at the show, come in my clothes
Borrow that ho, give her back tomorrow
When it’s show time, I show out
Let ’em in, fuck ’em all, kick ’em all out
Me and Big Trees hold that block down
Put the word in, get a nigga knocked down
Show out, get knocked out
I got this shit on lockdown
That’s your hood? This my town
I’m up, yeah, bitch, I’m back down

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Ayy, uh, uh

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I got these ballers, yes I got these ballers
My dick touch her lip and that bitch just stutter
I’m not a prototype, I’m not a prototype
I am original, I’m the original
I took the chopper in half, that’s a sawed-off
I put the piece on the beam, mothafucka
Don’t relax, don’t want the beast, mothafucka
Carnivore, I want the beef, mothafucka
Wind it up, forehead in paint
Bet you I’m right in the paint
These fuckboys sick in the brain
Yuh, what, I put my dick in her face
She suck the tip, not the base
She suck the tip, not the base

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

Juicy J – Bitch From The Gram (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ratchet house party with the lights off
I can smell her pussy all night, dawg
All the hoes fuckin’ in here, all the hoes fuckin’ they friends
You better keep the lights off
Bitches in the kitchen gettin’ fucked up (fucked up!)
Kissing on each other, bitch I wanna fuck (wanna fuck!)
She sucking on a bottle of Ciroc, don’t stop
Got my dick standin’ tall like a mailbox
She poppin’, she smokin’, she suckin’ a dick
She owe me from Instagram, liking her pics
She DM my nigga, we taggin’ that bitch
Her friend was a nine and we tussled that bitch
I’m wit my niggas, we want all the bitches (all the bitches!)
Fuck every nigga who ain’t in it with us (fuck ’em!)
All the hoes comin’ home with us
We gon’ send them back full of nut (fill that bitch up!)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram (yes huh)
That’s the bitch from the gram (know you know her)
That’s the bitch from the gram (prolly fucked her)
That’s the bitch from the gram (yeah)
That’s the bitch from the gram (it’s that bitch)
You know that she fuckin’, she bustin it open, god damn
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram (she freaky mane)
That’s the bitch from the gram (be careful)
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram (I told you mane)
That’s the bitch from the gram
You know that she fuckin’, she bustin it open, god damn

[Outro: Juicy J]
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
You know that she fuckin’, she bustin it open, god damn
That’s the bitch from the gram

Juicy J – That Aint You (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Hook: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Real niggas don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
We used to be homies
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you

[Verse 1 : Juicy J]
There’s certain niggas I don’t fuck wit
There’s certain niggas I don’t fuck wit
Cause I go hard, and I ain’t got time anymore
To waste all my goddamn floss
Seems every nigga wants me to fall
Oh well, landing on my car
Forgiato wheel let’s keep it real
20 years in the game, still makin mills
I thought everybody liked it
Fuck nigga don’t try me
Or end up in a situation you ain’t gettin out of
Let me demonstrate a do-do-do-do-do, a hundred rounds
Fight night, yo life, outline
There’s certains niggas I won’t fuck with
There’s certains niggas I won’t fuck with
Like you, you, you, him, and that nigga
I don’t fuck with y’all niggas
I’m too busy countin up until I see a hundred milly
Good riddance, my fingers itchy

[Hook: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Real niggas don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
We used to be homies
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you

[Verse 2: Logic]
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin’ wit it
Actin like you bout it undercover wit it
I been workin’ like a fiend, nah mean right?
I ain’t fuckin’ wit it if it don’t seem right
Only time I be about it is if the cream right
Motherfuckers wanna gas like a green light
Till that shit pop off and they out of sight
Ain’t no wonder why they never really bout it right
Stay up out my business I’ve been with this
Can I get a witness fuck around and end up on they hit list?
Oh, I ain’t fuckin’ with it though
Mind on my money, give a fuck about a hoe
Money like mine, only come, never go
(When you finna fall off?) Never though
Bring that shit back like we’ve been there before
Like you got it for low, like you got it like woah
Handle my business, I’m in this, I’m ready, I’m steady
This life is the only I know
Fuck about another man talk about another man money
Get the fuck from me
Logic the realest, I don’t give a fuck if you hate this or feel this
As long as you feelin’ this dick
Frontin’ in front of my eyes that shit
Be makin’ me sick

[Hook: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Real niggas don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
We used to be homies
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you

[Interlude: Juicy J]
Niggas be too fake man

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Getting a blowjob in an old-school Lamborghini Countach
I ain’t kick it with no niggas I ain’t beefing with no niggas
I’m just tryna get my pocket on Oprah
These niggas bitches got my name in they mouth like Botox
Meanwhile I’ve been on my own shit
Sitting on my throne getting bent like a crowbar
You gotta be about your money
Never let another motherfucker count your money
The niggas in your circle is not your homies
If they don’t fuck with you without your money
There’s certain niggas I won’t fuck with
Thirsty ass niggas on the internet keep me off your timeline
Fifty niggas waiting at your door-step
Gotta watch your homies can’t trust them all
They get your ass killed for that new car
Niggas they hate, never met a nigga who was motivated
Twenty million later and I’m still waiting
Thirty-Six Mafia inspired you niggas
Six niggas from the mud still fly on you niggas
Real niggas respect real niggas
I can’t give a fuck about the realest nigga
Nigga wonder why?

Juicy J – Freaky (feat. A$Ap Rocky & Suicideboys) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
Damn Davis
Drop that bitch
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Play me some of that $uicide Pimpin’
Juicemane, A$AP Rocky, $UICIDEBOY$
Y’all know what it is
Let’s go

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit
I love a freaky bitch (get naked)
Just get nasty for a nigga
Bitch, I’m filthy rich
Don’t stop, pop that pussy
Make that money, baby (get money)
Fuck that conversation
Make them niggas compensate ya’
I’m in Magic City
I’m grabbin’ ass and titties (always)
I’m leaving King Of Diamonds
All them bitches leaving with me
Can’t fuck in Tennessee
Bet them bitches remember me
I smoke a mild and make them
Pop a bean and drink that Hennessy
Hennything is possible
I got a lot to blow
White girls own a lot of blow
That’s a lot of snow (cocaine)
Bitches love to bust it open
That’s just what you gotta know
You ain’t tryna pop it, hoe
Bitch, you know you gotta go
Cause down south girls love to

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
From the south
She got weed for sale
Fix your weave and nails
Out the house
She got lean for sale
Pink codeine and syrup
In the drought
Come fuck free, for real
But for me it’s still on the house
I get it cheap for real
Without a re, you tell (run your mouth)
Hop in my vehicle
I put the d in tail
Burning out
I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12
200 miles, cuz’ if I see the twelve
My speed won’t leave a trail
Don’t turn around
Cuz if I, if I, if I see the jail
Then I won’t see you girl
If I, if I, if I meet your friend
Then I won’t need you girl
If you, if you, if you give me threesome shit
Then I won’t leave you girl
You gotta go, if you shy to ride a stripper pole
There it go, real niggas know
Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor)
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Aye
Ruby da, Ruby da, Ruby da
Aye
I was [?] on that margarette
You thought that she was hard to get
Then when she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it
Ruby beat the pussy with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it
Cuttin’ up like back in fucking class, but I’m smarter, bitch
Curve a fucking hoe cuz’ she a duck and no, I want no part of it
It’s still fuck a hoe, she think my dick some sort of parlour trick
It’s still run a whore over with the foreign drip
Ask her how the tires fuckin’ taste, yeah, that’s the start, lil bitch
Ruby got the big body Benz, ain’t no parking it
She wants them kids inside her pussy, but there ain’t no parking it, ah

[Verse 4: $crim]
Slob on my knob, lil bitch, do your job
Suck it with the skin, where you fuck the whole team
Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code
All my partners dipped in gold, hit my little bottom bitch
Lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics
Six-four knocking, all these hoes like Death Row ’94
Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls
Skinny savage pimp with a mink coat, walking with a limp
Cut-throat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane
Still fuck a hoe, and that’s going to the grave
That’s going to the grave

Juicy J – Dope Fiend (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
Trippy vibes mane
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with smokin’ a little weed mane
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that shit mane
Listen to that music nigga
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
That’s some trippy vibes right there bro
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Man
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
This about gettin’ high man

[Chorus]
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud

[Verse 1]
I got bars like Rikers Island
Where I’m from, them niggas wilin’
I got bread, that dough be pilin’
I get high, I need a pilot
Know the plug like an extension
I know shit that I can’t mention
I make money like an invention
And I’m free like O.J. Simpson
You need that shit, I got plenty
My trap be boomin’ like penny
I need it all, every penny
My [?] fat, never skinny
Been knew that I had it in me
I took the heart away, penny
Couple codeine, that shit finna hit me
Lean, lean, promethazine
Pineapple
Crush, a Cream Soda
Don’t shake it up
I’m stuck, I can’t get up
Dope fiend, dreams in my cup
Ambulance, so g roll up
Lookin’ for me, I’m high, look up
No such thing as too much

[Chorus]
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud

[Outro]
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane

Juicy J – Dusse & Ciroc (feat. Smokepurpp) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Highly Intoxicated mane
Know what I’m sayin’
Shouts out to my nigga, Big Triece
We mixing that D’Usse with that Ciroc mane
We doin’ some new shit
Some next level shit mane
We get fucked up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

[Verse 1: Juicy J)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
And I smoke a lot (smoke a lot nigga!)
I got cameras in the spot (they in my spot!)
It ain’t no twenties in my knots (mo’ faces!)
When I drink, I pour a lot (I can’t taste it!)
Got them foreigns in the spot (the driveway!)
I got foreigns in the lot (two hunnit thousand!)
That’s that diddy bop

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got lean up in my pot (qualitest!)
I mix that shit up in the pot (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt!)
VVS for all my rocks (shinin’ on you bitches!)
I got love for all my thots (I still love you bitches!)
I thank god I’m at the top (still lonley though!)
I just might pull up in a drop (vroom!)
I might just pull off on a cop (ok!)
Bitch, don’t touch me, I’m too hot

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Put a deuce inside my wop
Sipping on some drop (huh!)
Bitch, it’s Lil Purp
I’m off the percs, I pop a lot (I pop a lot!)
And this lambo, fast (skrt!)
Bitch, I speed a lot (skrt!)
Cop pull up behind me
Hit the gas, ’cause I can’t stop (huh!)
I’m in Neiman Marcus (uh!)
Blowin’ bags, I’m with a thot
Keep a chopper on me
And you know I geek a lot (geek, geek, huh!)
You on bitch shit (huh!)
I’m on rich shit (huh!)
I just dropped like thirty bands and that’s your wishlist (huh, woo!)
Beans inside my spot (beans!)
Count a lot of guap (guap!)
Bitch, I diddy bop (bop!)
Every city bop (bop!)
Kick that door and I don’t knock (and I don’t!)
Plus my bitch is hot (hot!)
They off molly, they off rock

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

Juicy J – Big Tymer (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m walkin’ in lookin’ like a million dollars
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
I look like, yeah
Money bitch
I look like
Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money

[Verse 1]
I step on the jet, Cuban link chain on my neck
I smell like cash, I look like a check
I land in your city, they seein’ all the women
I pull out all them bands, they all comin’ with me
Kush give me energy, nobody real as me
So many diamonds, you stand too close, then you finna freeze
Hustlin’ ain’t dead homie, you niggas terrified
So dope in this game, I slang a verse like I’m sellin’ pies
Ten in the mornin’, I wake up countin’ money
Then go to the club and we turn up on a Monday
What can I say, I make more dough than a funnel cake
Pull my chain out in the club and make it look like a sunny day

[Chorus]
I’m walkin’ in lookin’ like a million dollars
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
I look like, yeah
Money bitch
I look like
Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money

[Verse 2]
You talkin’ shit, you got nothin’ on me
Twenty thousand dollar ring finger
I’m flickin’ these hoes
Assume the position
With a nigga flickin’, countin’ this dough
These is double digits, nigga
I wanna triple double
Nigga [?] on my level, nigga
Chewed up, whipped up
Our brand new main chick
Her skin white leopard, nigga
(Heyyyyyyyyyyy!)
I feel like money, bitch
I can go buy brand new jet if I wanted it, runnin’ bitch
Then go buy a crib in the hills, worth ten mil
Turn to a farm, grow some weed, Holyfield
Bitch, I tried to tell ’em
I’m all about my bankin’
Franklin, Jackson, Grant
Stacks on stacks, they say you are what you eat
Shit, I don’t come cheap
Bitch, I’m hood rich, I got M’s in my teeth

Juicy J – Kamasutra (feat. Cardi B) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Cardi B]
No bitch got a mouth like me
No bitch got a pussy like me
The fuck!
Bitches can’t suck dick like me
Rap and spit on the dick at the same time

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Suck my balls, lick my nuts
Pop this Xan, hit this dust
I know how to fuck, I ain’t never gon’ bust
In these hoes, I ain’t never gon’ trust
Pour Champagne on all these sluts
Head so good, gotta keep in touch
Throw that wood, ’til I drive the bitch nuts
I put it in her guts
She keep beggin’ me to hit it raw
I outline that pussy in chalk
Hold my dick, a deadly weapon
Damn right I break the law
Right before she threw it back
I threw dick up in her jaw
She can have a nigga hooked
But I’ma fucking cut her off
I know your bitch want that gangsta dick
She take the shit, my paper thick
I take a bitch, never save a bitch
Wraith a bitch, never rape a bitch
She lick the top, lick the sides
Take a trip, take a ride
She say she can take a dick
Then she hit me with this line

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
You know now, hoe (ah-ha)
Them been to places I been (I’ve been)
That blue, the bag that I spent (I spent)
Had a nigga fuck me and my best friend (ah-ha)
Jump on top then I do a little spin (spin)
Been back at it then I give a little grin (grin)
Give a nigga super head like Karim
Pussy so deep, you gon’ drown or gon’ swim (splash, splash!)
I see you swimpin’, ready to ooh
Want to put the tip in
You got me doing the moves that I used to do
Back in the days when I was strippin’ (woo)
Baby, I’m hot, I’m fresh out the kitchen
Won’t you come put your key in my ignition? (ah)
You got a bitch, but we different
I keep on riding, you blew out her engine (skrr! skrr!)
You know I’m the trillest
You know I’m the best boy (best boy)
Caution sign, on slippery, when wet boy (splash, spash)
Come on baby, I’m exactly what them boys like
No playing games daddy, suck and fuck you all night

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Outro: Juicy J]
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head

Juicy J – Dats What I Thought (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

{Verse 1: Juicy J]
Say you on static, you got it, you ain’t really ’bout it my nigga
And dat’s what I thought
You gon’ quit talkin’ or either be off with your head instead
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I know some niggas been trappin’ for half of they life and they rich And they never got caught
I know some bitches is fucking ’bout every rapper in the city
I never go wrong
I know some bitches that’s popping they pussy
Run up a check and they bring it right to me
Bitch, I’m a manager
I know how to handle you
I make a vet outta rookie
You tryna get paid or naw
Dat’s what I thought
Hit the stage and take it off
Hop in a Uber, I hop in this Bentley
And sip on this henny
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bitch, I’m a boss (bitch, I’m a boss!)
I’m drippin’ in sauce (just follow the drip!)
I call it like Moss
She looking too hard
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
That what you rented? (that lil shit?)
This what I bought (this big boy shit!)
Show me the pink slip, nigga (where it at?)
Yeah, dat’s what I thought (that ain’t yo shit!)
Nigga be tough (talkin’ that shit!)
When they on the net (talkin’ that shit!)
When you see ’em in person (cough!)
They be like "I ain’t on that"
Dat’s what I thought
That bitch is fine, my truck got a line
That’s why I can fuck up a check
These niggas lying, they ain’t doing fine
Most of these niggas in debt
Start with the cap, you ain’t in the trap
Show me the pack
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You niggas fool, this ain’t what you do
Show me the tool
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You talking ’bout bricks like you with the shit
I bet you don’t even know how much it cost
You niggas lost, knock that shit off
Soak up the sauce, this shit can’t be bought

[Outro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
Niggas be talking they shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

Juicy J – Call My Lawyer (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
It make’s no sense, it doesn’t fit
If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit

[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

[Bridge]
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran

[Verse 1]
I don’t talk to 12, I don’t sit in cells
I don’t do no time, I just post my bail
I might knock a cop out, but I won’t take a cop out
I can beat a murder bitch, don’t make me pull my Glock out
‘Cause what them hoes do is try to de-rose you
If you got the M’s, watch who you get close to
If you don’t let ’em in, they try to expose you
Right hand on the bible, I’m tellin’ the whole truth
Call my lawyer

[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

[Bridge]
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran

{Verse 2]
Niggas gon’ snitch on the plug
I don’t say shit to the judge
Hell naw, I don’t know shit
I don’t know who the nigga was
I don’t know where the nigga live
I don’t know none of his kids
I don’t know what a nigga drive
I don’t know where a nigga hide
Niggas ain’t loyal these days
Most of ’em got bitch nigga ways
I don’t trust none of these niggas
Niggas can’t take shit to the grave
Niggas don’t use they head
Call your phone from the feds
Tryna get you indicted
Talkin’ ’bout what another nigga did
I don’t be answering my phone
These niggas shit be tapped
I don’t know what niggas on
Talkin’ ’bout who got clout
Niggas tellin’ on theyselves
Showing everybody they strap
Til’ they run in your crib, hands behind your back
Call the lawyer

[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

[Bridge]
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran

[Outro]
Johnny
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran

Juicy J – Up There (feat. Ykom) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Triple-Six Mafia
Triple-Six Mafia
Triple-Six Mafia
Triple-Six Mafia

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My check, my sack, it’s up there
I’m lit, I’m high, I’m up there
A hunnit shots, I’m up there
I’m on a [?], I’m up there
She get on top, she up there
On top of the game, I’m up there
They look up to me, I’m up there
Just Like Mike, I’m up there
I just put my bitch up on a flight
She gucci up there
Prices high, they up there
Don’t go, you ain’t from up there
I’m sitting on fours, I’m up there
Toot that ass up there
We playing catch with the money
Throw your stash up there

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, it cost to be the boss
And I should know, I’m up there
Just bought a watch
Might as well buy a chain since I’m up here
Yeah, I got gang up here
So you can’t hang up here
These hoes be choosers so don’t bring your main thang up here
Look like I play ball, bitch
My net worth is way up there
I’m making the calls like a ref
I’m officially up there
Thought you was taking off this year, but you ain’t going nowhere
I swear I’m on these niggas neck
When they look up, I’m up there

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My check, my sack, it’s up there
I’m lit, I’m high, I’m up there
A hunnit shots, I’m up there
I’m on a [?], I’m up there
She get on top, she up there
On top of the game, I’m up there
They look up to me, I’m up there
Just Like Mike, I’m up there
I just put my bitch up on a flight
She gucci up there
Prices high, they up there
Don’t go, you ain’t from up there
I’m sitting on fours, I’m up there
Toot that ass up there
We playing catch with the money
Throw your stash up there

[Verse 2: YKOM]
Shit’s so insane, I’m up there
They frown on my dame, it’s monclair
They lost in the brain, I don’t entertain
They ain’t got no hane, they stuck there
Them dope flows make your betty rock
I came in with the devil push
These songs never really touch down
The number ones got me up there
Friends coast on the bag
Soon as I sit in the jag, I’m up there
They only watch you make ’em mad
30k for the tag, it’s up there
Shopping sprees, never lack
250 on the bag, doing the math
Every time I get an 88, that’s 100 in the stash

Juicy J – Watch Money Fall (feat. Rick Ross & Project Pat) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Bridge: Juicy J]
I stopped going to the stripclub a long time ago, because, um, I just invite the bitches to my crib, yeah

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got the hmmm, NBA numbers ain’t no layin’ up
So much money, you can count it, gotta weigh it up
You ain’t got this kind of change, better save up
Iced out, championship rings, bitch you know what’ssup
Watch the cash jump out, you look like a Kardashian
You got ass like Kylie
You might even be finer
You know I’m a big tymer
You the baddest thing I done found inside a ace of diamonds
Make it flood in this hoe
Autograph your boat
Rick James, I’m toasted
Ain’t no standing on sofas
She only understand dollar signs
Can’t holler at her, you broke
You know Juicy don’t play around
My money long, jump ropes

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Throw the money up
She watch the money fall
She know I wanna fuck
She say that’s not a problem
This bitches booty big
She know my bank bigger
Bitch, my bank teller
Might have some bank, nigga
I roll that cavy up
Yes, that’s a caviar
Blowin’ smoke, I got it smellin’ like the salad bar
No time for beefin’ with these crab niggas
But that shit slap, gotta call a cab, nigga
I’m out in Bel-Air and I’m sipping Bel-Air
If it’s less than seven figures, I could care less
Contract like I’m playin’ for the Spurs, nigga
Lend a hoe a hunnit bands in her purse, nigga

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Tattoos on the booty
Tattoos on her titties
Piercing on her nipples
Hand on her kitty
Dancing, magic city
Booty shaking battle
Bands in my hand, pet that ass like a pedal
So much beef on shawty ass like kettle
And she ride deep like strap in a saddle
Throw that bitch a bankroll
Watch her whip a pistol
She don’ scraped her whole rent check
Off the fizzo

Juicy J – Always High (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
There’s always a bottle in the truck
Haha
Yea, man
T.G.O.D
Mafia

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up

[Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t got no job, smoke weed out the jar
Most niggas gotta rob cause the
President don’t fuck with us
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Smoking weed with your broad
In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard
I just hit third base like a baseball game
Your bitch ridin’ now she ain’t yours mane
I ain’t got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in
I got girls rollin up what they came here for
Smoke so much till I can’t no more
I ain’t worried about 12, I can make me a sale
Ain’t gotta send it through the mail
Cause it’s legal now so the plants gon’ grow
OG Kush got me movin’ slow
Let me hit that bong
We don’t smoke that mid, only smoke that strong
If it ain’t that dope, don’t roll it up
And you already know what’s in my cup
Finna roll a paperplane
Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain
And if it ain’t Green Sui’, then you know it’s KK
Don’t fuck up my high, don’t fuck up my day
I just put new rims on a oldschool car
Smoke so much that I’m in the stars
Just smoked out the new Mulsanne
I smoke more than you move them thangs
And my eyes so low, man I’m in my zone
Too damn high, man don’t hit my phone
Cause you already know what I’m on
Bout to break me down a pound and roll me up a zone, nigga

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up

Juicy J – Petty (feat. Project Pat & Go) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Patta, Patta, Patta

[Hook: Project Pat]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Just because my money longer than yours
My weed stronger than yours
I’m still slammin’ foreign doors and fuck all of these whores
These niggas mad, wish they was doin’ the shit I’m doin’
She lookin’ for a relationship, I’m lookin’ for the chewin’
Street shit, get you untied, I’m trying to get you laid
Some dreams turn to nightmares, feds touched his page
Slangin’ H, I done moved shit, made from state to state
Niggas and bitches want you locked up dead call that (?)
You can lose your place, tryna worry ’bout my plate
Tryna take off my plate, shot his ass in the face
Petty ass niggas make a rich nigga catch a case
Petty ass niggas make a rich nigga catch a case

[Chorus: Juicy J]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

[Verse 2: GOD]
These bitches be doing the most
Stop callin’ my phone with the drama
Blowin’ me up, you bad as Osama bitch, but you ain’t my momma
Get out yo’ feelings, get you some business stop worryin’ ’bout me and my partners
You making me sick, if I had a wish I wish you would keep it 100
And niggas is worse than the hoes
Flirt with yo’ bitch on the low
Diss you when you ain’t around
And then they be like what up bro
Bust in yo’ pockets, countin’ your money like they was the IRS
I don’t care about what another man do my nigga that’s why I’m blessed
I get straight to it say less
Got now my foot on they neck
I live my life, no stress
Got niggas in check like chess
Niggas wish they could be me but you ain’t ready nigga
They just want some shit for free so I can’t fuck with all these

[Chorus: Juicy J]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

[Interlude: Juicy J]
Get out your motherfuckin’ feelings man
You know what I’m sayin’
Can’t stand a petty motherfucker man
Fuck ’em

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Bitches wanna set you up
Just to get their paper up
Niggas wanna take you down
Plottin’ when you not around
Gotta keep it pimpin’, pay attention, niggas really clowns
You can’t show ’em everythin’, niggas never seen a pound
You do what they dream about
Got these niggas schemin’ now
Everything dope, and you got these bitches fiendin’ now
When you got your bread up, gotta keep your head up
Niggas out here talkin’ to them people cause they fed up
Either way it go don’t put yo’ trust in niggas
Put my faith in God, I don’t fuck with niggas
I don’t even conversate with sucka niggas
At the end of the day I don’t play, I don’t fuck with all these petty niggas

Juicy J – What Did I Do (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some of that suicide pimpin’, man
This a $crim beat
Damn what i do
Ain’t shit crazy mane
Nigga out here hustling
And still always some bullshit
That’s why i don’t fuck with a lot of niggas
DJ $crim with that 808

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

{Verse 1]
I’m gettin’ better with this fame
Tell me what I did to make these niggas act so lame
All I did was give ’em all the sauce and all the game
The players always change, but the bosses stay the same
When you at the top you like the only one to blame
Naw we ain’t no slaves, but my niggas got whips and chains
Got the big body, but still I stay in my lane
Tell me what I did to make niggas say that I changed

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

[Verse 2]
You ain’t no different from these other niggas
That’s what she said before she seen the way I’m livin’
Now she know the difference
That pussy mine
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Now you her last nigga
‘Cause you ain’t last nigga
Got niggas callin’ me the goat
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I got mad issues
I don’t trust none, I let this mag hit you
I been official since before the whistle
It’s like you hate to see me winnin’
But you never seen me go against you

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

Juicy J – Get Back (feat. T Shyne & Slim Jxmmi) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Yeah
Need that… ooo, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh, whoa

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stopped poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back
How you still broke? I don’t get that
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Nigga this here, that get back
Nigga this here, that get back

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Just touched down where my bros at
Better yet, where the hoes at?
Word on the street, Ima chick mag
Bald head bitch, Amber Rose swag
I don’t ask the price when I pop tags
Leanin’ got jet lag
I can’t go out sad
All the niggas ’round me got they own bag
Got a bitch in every city
These hoes ain’t nothin’ when you winnin’ (nothin’)
I can do the Gucci, I can do the Fendi
I can do the ‘Rari, I can do the Bentley
If a hater wanna stunt, I’m with it (let’s get it)
If a hater wanna stunt, I’m with it (let’s get it)
Popped a bar before I came, I’m trippin’
Y’all cuffin’ these hoes, I’m different

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stopped poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back
How you still broke? I don’t get that
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Nigga this here, that get back
Nigga this here, that get back

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I’m so dope, she relapse
I hang up, she call me back
I don’t want your love, you can keep that
Bitch got me twisted, Keith Sweat
Gimme that check, I need that
Gimme that neck, I need that
If it ain’t about that, you can lean back
Heard what I said, I mean that
This that get back
I’m in the back of the Mulsanne kick back
Big blunts, full of that
Green suicide, bitch hit that
Came up, from the bottom
Now a nigga on top with big racks
Louis this, Gucci that
When you a rich nigga, you can mismatch
Most these niggas that flex be broke, I don’t understand, I don’t get that
All on the ‘Gram, showin’ niggas what you toting ’til a nigga come through and blow your shit back
One shot to the dome, brains on the ground where your feed at
{Gunshot}
I’m tryna get paid, fuck that beef, you can keep that

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stop poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back
How you still broke? I don’t get that
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Nigga this here, that get back
Nigga this here, that get back

[Verse 3: T-Shyne]
Lil’ ass nigga better get back (get back)
If you ain’t broke nigga, bet that (back that)
Yeah, I trap, I’m with that (with that)
‘Bout to move a pound through the lift app (Skrrrrt)
Think about it all when I sit back
The drank got me gone when I sip that
If I’m with a bitch, bet I hit that
If she fuck me good, might tip that
I got your bitch on my phone, she told she can’t leave me ‘lone
Give me head while I finish a song
Pussy dead, I just beat it for fun
I just spent your whole rent on my lungs
Gettin’ money, let’s count up the funds
You so broke, you got counterfeit ones
You don’t gotta lie to me son
The Rollie Presidential, like Sinbad
I just got off the PJ, I’m jet lagged
I’m pushin’ a foreign car (Skrrrt)
It’s me and some pornstars, I got ’em all on bars
What else could I want for?

[Pre-Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I need that (need that)
I don’t need your love, you can keep that (keep that)
Just touched down, where the weed at?
Nigga this here, that get back
Stop poppin’ Xans and I relapsed
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back
Dip dip with your hoe, I’ma be back

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Nigga this here, that get back
How you still broke? I don’t get that
Remember them hoes ain’t want that?
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Now they prayin’ that a nigga come hit that
Nigga this here, that get back
Nigga this here, that get back

2Pac – Bomb First

Suge Shot Me
In today’s music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact ’cause of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli’s verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why’d they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But released this statement:
It’s not about East or West
It’s about niggas and bitches, power and money,
Riders and punks. Which side are you on?
These niggas is still fuckin’ talkin?
You niggas still breathin? fuckin’ roaches, aight
Aight, it’s the Raid for your cockroaches
It’s the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo’ ass)
This is it nigga! Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it!
Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu’Ran
Niggas get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun’s next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin’ plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes ’cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I’m tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dope fiend’s titty, huh
In every city you’ll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas duckin from my guillotine stare
I’m right there; my every word, a fuckin’ nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em
Cut ’em down.. to Hell is where we send ’em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I’m not gon’ cry
Me – a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper ’til I’m gone
Thug Life runnin’ through my veins so I’m strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let’s get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas but I’m not gon’ cry
I’m a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin’ out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don’t deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin’ right behind ya
Should’ve never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first!
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
We ain’t even come to fight tonight
But it’s my life or yo’ life, and I’ma bomb first
For so many days and some many ways we’ve been duckin strays
They delivers, but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothin’ to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it’s Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you’ll never do
And that’s ride for the cause
Yes I’ll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I’ma leave this bitch
Yo I’m dyin with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh’fuckin’ Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
If you ain’t in this rap game, for the motherfuckin’ cash mayne
Then what is your motherfuckin’ purpose? None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That’s until the day, I decided to bomb first biatch!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin patent leather
Causin’ massive terror, y’all niggas lack, you ain’t thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin
Yer tellin’ fairy tales dunn
"King of New York, " like you the motherfuckin one?
But I’m from Jerz and we don’t play that shit
From the Claire down to Newark Bricks, all my niggas flippin chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it’s hard
Tryin’ to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolv’
With no warnin’ signs, ’cause yo my man took five
Now I’m the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleedin’
Don’t want to hear no shit this evenin’, believe me
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider ‘fo you die
G’s, and thug niggas on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize, and bomb first

Anne-Marie – Heavy lyrics

When did we get so lost inside ourselves?
We used to be strong, now it’s like we don’t care
Instead we’re calling out for help
Don’t know where we went wrong, but it’s so hard to share

All this weight left on our shoulders
Too much for the both of us

When did it get so heavy?
This love that’s in between us
We never used to feel this
Feels so heavy
Can’t get up off the ground
It’s weighing us down

When did we get so bad at being honest?
You got things on your mind, that you don’t wanna say
Thought that we had made a promise
That we would never get this way

But all this weight left on our shoulders
Too much for the both of us

When did it get so heavy?
This love that’s in between us
It never used to feel this
Feels so heavy
Can’t get up off the ground
It’s weighing us down

All these things we said that we never meant
Are we gonna let them hold us down?
All these things we said that we never meant
Are we gonna let them hold us down?
(Down)

‘Cause baby it’s too heavy
This love that’s in between us
We never used to feel this
Feels so heavy
Can’t get up off, can’t get up off the ground
It’s weighing us down, down, down
(Na na na na no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
So heavy)
When did it get so, when did it get so heavy?

Noah Cyrus – Again lyrics

You just made the worst mistake
And you’ll regret it, darling
‘Cause once you give and then you take
You’ll end up wanting
Was everything hard enough?
‘Cause one day you’ll wake up and you’ll say

I wanna be your lover
I don’t wanna be your friend
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again
I wanna be your lover
Baby, I’ll hold my breath
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again

Again, babe
Again
Again, babe
Again
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again

Ooh, she’s screaming in my head
Ooh, I left her where I slept
Somewhere I can’t escape
I’m running from myself
Somewhere in between in love and broke and I’m in hell

Saying, “I wanna be your lover
I don’t wanna be your friend”
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again
I wanna be your lover
You’ll leave when the clock hits ten
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again

Again, babe
Again
Again, babe
Again
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again
Again, babe
Again
Again, babe
Again
You don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone my dear
So tell me that you love me again

Nene la amenaza – Solo feat. Lary Over letra

Letra Solo – Nene la amenaza

Te quiero ver (Te quiero ver)
No te olvides (No te olvides)
La última vez (Eh Eh Eh )
Me dejaste con todas las ganas (Bebe)
Dónde estás que no me llamas (Ya no me llamas)
¿Quién te tendré ocupada?
Ahora te necesito
Y de ti ya no sé nada.(nene la amenaza)

Me siento solo solo
Y me acuerdo de todo (Todo bebe)
Cuando estoy solo solo
A ti yo me acostumbre. (x2)

Hey Yeh
Me hice esclavo de tu cuerpo
Y de tu movimiento
No olvido ese momento
Cuando te hice mujer.

Recuerdas en el hotel
Cuando yo probé tu piel
En un viaje te lleve bebe bebe
Por el pelo te jale
En mi cama te mate
Te hice mi mujer bebe.

Y cuando bailaba
Ella me mataba
Quédate plasmada girl
En mi piel en mi piel. (x2)

Jeje
¿Qué paso bebe?

Me siento solo solo
Y me acuerdo de todo (Todo bebe)
Cuando estoy solo solo
A ti yo me acostumbre. (x2)

Por qué no me dijiste nada
Y me dejaste con las ganas
Si supiera lo duro que se sintió
Yeh eso no me lo esperaba.

Toda esas veces que lo hicimos después de fumar
Como yo te comí
No se te va a olvidar
Sé que tienes miedo de volverte a enamorar.
Pero
Merecemos que
La oportunidad.

Dejemos el orgullo
Versuri-lyrics.info
Tú sabes que yo soy tuyo
Tú sabes que yo soy tuyo
No te limites no escuches lo comentarios
Solo nosotros sabemos lo que pasa a diario.

Y cuando bailaba
Ella me mataba
Quédate plasmada girl
En mi piel en mi piel. (x2)

Me siento solo solo
Y me acuerdo de todo (Todo bebe)
Cuando estoy solo solo
A ti yo me acostumbre.

Me siento solo solo
Y me vuelvo loco loco
Cuando estoy solo solo
A ti yo me acostumbreee.
Solo letras
Letra amenaza

Heartland – Tom Walker lyrics

Lyrics Tom Walker – Heartland

Stick out your tongue, let me take your temperature
If you ain’t having no fun, must be something wrong with ya
Let me take your fingerprints, pay your way and now you’re in
And better seal your lips so that’ll be the end of ya.(heartland)

Come and find your love at the heartland
Ain’t not them you’re looking for
You’ve had enough but you wanted more
Come and lose yourself at the heartland
You’ll forget who you were before
Give it up, you can have it all
In the heartland.

Hand yourself in ’cause you’re goddamn ready to
It’s a happy ending, no one leaves it feeling blue
Let’s take a ride on the Ferris wheel
Short on cash, we can make a deal
We got everything you want
We can make your dreams come true.

Come and find your love at the heartlaaand
Ain’t not them you’re looking for
You’ve had enough but you wanted more
Come and lose yourself at the heartlaaand
You’ll forget who you were before
Give it up, you can have it all in the heartlaaand.

‘Cause when you’re lost in the dark night
No need to feel so low
Versuri-lyrics.info
Tired of being alone
24/7 all the way
Why are you standing in the cold
Here’s a place you wanna go.

Come and find your love at the heartlaaand
Ain’t not them you’re looking for
You’ve had enough but you wanted more
Come and lose yourself at the heartlaaand
You’ll forget who you were before
Give it up, you can have it all in the heartlaaand.

Come and lose yourself at the heartlaaand
You’ll forget who you were before
Give it up, you can have it all in theee.
Tom Walker lyrics
Lyrics Tom Walker

Pierduti in timp – Kepa feat. Ombladon versuri

Versuri Kepa – Pierduti in timp

Daca grijile ar arde cu flacara
Multi am avea caldura in case ma
Si daca ar fii sa fie bani pentru toata lumea
Lumea ar fii mai buna mai sincera
Dar astia toti o ard de-amp*lea
Au trecut atatia ani de la revolutie
Si nu, nu tin, nu te minti mai bine nu ne
Uita-te-n stanga in dreapta sunt toti ai nostri bre
Ne-a dat viata la palme pana si-a rupt falangele
Domnu’ politician esti tot o zdreanta
Nu te-am vazut in viata mea dar simt ca te cunosc de-o viata
E o incercare grea sa ramai integru
Pe aici e saracie si curcubeul e alb-negru
Si voi la fel ca si comunisti
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ne luati painea de la gura ca nutritionistii
Eu si multi alti ne-am hranit cu Parazitii
Dar pe toti sfinti ne-ati ingenunchiat parintii.(pierduti in timp)

Injuri de sfinti, iti blestemi destinul
Banca iti ia casa, femeia iti ia copilul,
Timpul iti ia anii, stresul sanatatea
Alcoolul mintile, puscaria libertatea. (x2)

Visezi la un pai pe sezlong in Hawaii
Realitatea te trezeste pe un scaun in tramvai
Viata-i doar o lupta fericirea-i scumpa
Unii se duc la furat pana-si gasesc de munca
Sa fi roman asta-i testul suprem
Sa-ti doresti si sa n-ai dar sa continui sa speri
Dar cui sa-i pese? Cand fiecare pentru el
Principiile se schimba cand te uiti in portofel
Sistemul te tine ca pe sclavi in beci
Iar cand n-ai nici o optiune atunci esti liber sa alegi
Cu statul nu-i de joaca iti ia tot cat ai clipi
Ai grija sa nu mori ca-i bagi pe ai tai in datorii
Tre’ sa sti e greu sa fii mai bun ca ieri
E mai mult decat oferi vrei mai mult decat ceri
Degeaba speri regretele te pun la colt
Daca te inseala memoria tre’ sa bagi divort.

Injuri de sfinti, iti blestemi destinul
Banca iti ia casa, femeia iti ia copilul,
Timpul iti ia anii, stresul sanatatea
Alcoolul mintile, puscaria libertateaaa. (x2)
Versuri Kepa
Video timp

King Kong – Diamante FMM versuri

Versuri Diamante FMM – King Kong

Eu sunt miezul dintr-o doaja
Punctul de pe i
Succesul in persoana
Tot ce ti-ai dori sa fii
Transparenta si tarie ca vodca
Mie mi se mai zice si borsul din ciorba lui ma-ta
Diamante in evolutie
Apusul din torace
Intreaba-l pe popica, dai un ban da stii ca face
Sunt lin ca adevarul si de aia va stau in drum
Daca voi nu ma vreti, eu nici atat
Sa va f*t.(King Kong)

Din Bucale pana in Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kong, King Kong, King Kong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kong, King Kong
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.

Bad juju stii
Eu te aprind foc la bujii
Cand te vad nici nu mai stii
Cine esti si de unde vii
Sper ca stii
Ca bati campii
Dar nu iti perimiti sa ma intretii
Ca sunt calatoare prin Kooong si
Animala prin Kooong si
Unde dai si unde capra
Tine-ti sabia in teaca
Liga mea ninja-i subsemnata
Eu sunt solo tu iti repeti aceasi placa
1.65 pe toc toc
Fac ce fac, in top ma intorc
Dau cu pace la surori si frati
Cand noi rulam voi derulati.

Din Bucale pana in Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.

Chuck Borris mamma mia
Vars cerneala simfonia
Tu esti mono io cu ai mei
Ti-am creat polifonia
Bat pumnii in piept gorila
King ca King Kooong Godzilla
Zi-le la toti ai tai ca
Vin diamantele ba
2017 nivelu cutremur pe bas nu tremur
Si casa si clubul sare cartierul
Si eu nu ma schimb dupa vremuri
Decibelii mei pentru fratii mei
Peste anii grei in goana dupa lei
Ielelelelei dimantele animalele spaimele hooo.

Diamante FMM.

Din Bucale pana in hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.
Versuri Diamante FMM
Video Kong