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HIM – Killing Loneliness

Memories, sharp as daggers
Pierce into the flesh of today
Suicide of love took away all that matters
And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart

With the venomous kiss you gave me
I’m killing loneliness (Killing loneliness)
With the warmth of your arms you saved me,
Oh, I’m killing loneliness with you
I’m killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I’m killing loneliness

Nailed to the cross, together
As solitude begs us to stay
Disappear in the lie forever
And denounce the power of death over our souls and secret words are said to start a war

With the venomous kiss you gave me
I’m killing loneliness (Killing loneliness)
With the warmth of your arms you saved me,
Oh, I’m killing loneliness with you
I’m killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I’m killing loneliness

Killing loneliness

With the venomous kiss you gave me
I’m killing loneliness (Killing loneliness)
With the warmth of your arms you saved me

Paramore – That’s What You Get

No sir, well, I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore
It’s your turn, so take a seat
We’re settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can’t decide, you have made it harder
Just to go on
And why, all the possibilities
Well, I was wrong

That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa
That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

I drowned out all my sense
With the sound of its beating
And that’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel
When you’re not here?
‘Cause I burned every bridge I ever built
When you were here

I still try holding onto silly things
I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities
I’m sure you’ve heard

That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa
That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

I drowned out all my sense
With the sound of its beating
And that’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

Pain, make your way to me, to me
And I’ll always be just so inviting
If I ever start to think straight
This heart will start a riot in me
Let’s start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh, why do we like to hurt so much?
That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa
That’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

Now I can’t trust myself
With anything but this
And that’s what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

The Bangles – Something That You Said

Everything in a moment, starting where
Something you said is hanging in the air
Now I know my life is sweetening
Changing everything

Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Running through my head
Something I have dreamed about
And I feel so real
And it feels so right
(Something you said)

Showing you every weakness and feeling strong for it
I used to run from real love, now I long for it
Now I know what I’ve been missing
Since I’ve been listening

Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Lying in my bed
Whispering your name out loud
And I feel so real
And it feels so right
Something that you said
Got through to me tonight

Never so far you can’t call me back
I’m never more than a single kiss away, hey

And I feel so real
And it feels so right
(Something you said)

Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Running through my head
Something I have dreamed about
And I feel so real
And it feels so right

Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Lying in my bed
Whispering your name out loud
And I feel, and I feel
And it feels so right
Something that you said
Turned me from the inside out
Running through my head
Something I have dreamed about

Paramore – Ignorance

If I’m a bad person, you don’t like me
Well I guess I’ll make my own way
It’s a circle
A mean cycle
I can’t excite you anymore
Where’s your gavel? Your jury?
What’s my offense this time?
You’re not a judge but if you’re gonna judge me
Well sentence me to another life

Don’t wanna hear your sad songs
I don’t wanna feel your pain
When you swear it’s all my fault
Cause you know we’re not the same (no)
We’re not the same (no)
Oh we’re not the same
Yeah the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can’t accept that the change is good (hey)
It’s good (hey)
It’s good

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it’s nice to meet you sir
I guess I’ll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it’s nice to meet you sir
I guess I’ll go
I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

This is the best thing that could’ve happened
Any longer and I wouldn’t have made it
It’s not a war no, it’s not a rapture
I’m just a person but you can’t take it
The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won’t get you anywhere
I’m not the same kid from your memory
Well now I can fend for myself

Don’t wanna hear your sad songs
I don’t wanna feel your pain
When you swear it’s all my fault
Cause you know we’re not the same (no)
We’re not the same (no)
Oh we’re not the same
Yeah we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can’t accept that the change is good (hey)
It’s good (hey)
It’s good

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it’s nice to meet you sir
I guess I’ll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it’s nice to meet you sir
I guess I’ll go
I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

Well you treat me just like another stranger
Well it’s nice to meet you sir
I guess I’ll go
I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it’s nice to meet you sir
I guess I’ll go
I best be on my way out

Arctic Monkeys – Teddy Picker

[Verse 1]
They’ve sped up to the point where they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
Plenty of desperation to be seen
Staring at the television screen
They’ve sped up to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Well sorry, sunshine, it doesn’t exist
It wasn’t in the Top 100 list

[Chorus]
And it’s the thousandth time that it’s even bolder
Don’t be surprised when you get bent over
They told you, but you were dying for it

[Verse 2]
She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn’t what it seemed
The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means
Another variation on a theme
A tangle on the television and the magazine
D’you reckon that they do it for a joke?
D’you reckon that they make ’em take an oath
That says that "We are defenders of any poser
Or professional pretender around"

[Chorus]
And when did your list replace the twist and turn
Like a fist replaced a kiss?
Don’t concern us with your bollocks, I don’t want your prayer
Save it for the morning after

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus]
And it’s the thousandth time that it’s even bolder
Don’t be surprised when you get bent over
They told you, but you were gagging for it

[Bridge]
Let’s have a game on the teddy picker
Not quick enough, can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you’re getting thicker
Let’s have a game on the teddy picker
Not quick enough, can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you’re getting thicker

[Outro]
Presuming that all things are equal
Who’d want to be men of the people
When there’s people like you?

Limp Bizkit – Rollin’ (Air Raid Vehicle)

Alright partner, keep on rollin’ baby, you know what time it is
(throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up)
Ladies and Gentlemen, Chocolate starfish, keep on rollin’ baby

Move in, now move out
Hands up, hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (what)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (come on)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (yeah)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Now I know y’all be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cause if you don’t care, then we don’t care
1, 2, 3 times two to the six
Jonesin’ for your fix
Of that limp bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at punk
Shut the fuck up, and back the fuck up
While we fuck this track up

Now move in, now move out
Hands up, hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (what)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (come on)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (yeah)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

You wanna mess with limp bizkit (yeah)
You can’t mess with limp bizkit (why)
Because we get it on(when)
Every day and every night (oh)
And this platinum thing right here (uh, huh)
Yo, we’re doin it all the time (what)
So you better get some betta beats and uh, some better rhymes (doh)

We got the gang set, so don’t complain yet
Twenty four seven, never begging for a rain check
Old school soldiers, blastin’ out the hot shit
That rock shit, putting bounce in the mosh pit

Now move in, now move out
Hands up, hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (cmon)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (what)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (yeah)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Hey ladies, hey fellas
And the people that don’t give a fuck
All the lovers, all the haters,
and all the people that call themselves players
Hot mamas, pimp daddies
And the people rollin’ up in caddies
Hey rockers, hip hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Move in, now move out
Hands up, hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (yeah)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (what)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (cmon)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Move in, now move out
Hands up, hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what ya gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (what)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (come on)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (yeah)
Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

Plain White T’s – Hey There Delilah

Hey there, Delilah
What’s it like in New York city?
I’m a thousand miles away
But, girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes, you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear, it’s true

Hey there, Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise
I’m by your side

Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there, Delilah
I know times are gettin’ hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there, Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all

Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we’d just laugh along because we’d know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah, I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame

Hey there, Delilah
You be good, and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be makin’ history like I do
You know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there, Delilah, here’s to you
This one’s for you

Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me, oh oh, woah, woah
Oh woah, oh
Oh

Good Charlotte – The River (feat. M. Shadows & Synyster Gates)

As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of LA
The footsteps that were next to me
Have gone their separate ways
I’ve seen enough now
To know that beautiful things
Don’t always stay that way
I’ve done enough now
To know this beautiful place
Isn’t everything they say
I heard that evil comes disguised
Like a city of angels
I’m walking towards the light
Baptized in the river
I’ve seen a vision of my life
And I wanna be delivered
In the city was a sinner
I’ve done a lot of things wrong
But I swear I’m a believer
Like the prodigal son
I was out on my own
Now I’m trying to find my way back home
Baptized in the river
I’m delivered
I’m delivered
You’re from a small town
You’re gonna grow up fast
Underneath these lights
Down in Hollywood on the boulevard
The dead come back to life
To the praying mother
And the worried father
Let your children go
If they come back, they’ll come home stronger
And if they don’t, you’ll know…
I heard that evil comes disguised
Like a city of angels
I’m walking towards the light
Baptized in the river (on my own)
Baptized in the river (on my own)
I wanna be delivered
(On my own)
(On my own)
Baptized in the river (on my own)
I wanna be delivered
Baptized in the river (on my own)
I wanna be delivered
Baptized in the river (on my own)
I wanna be delivered
I confess I’m a sinner
I’ve seen a vision of my life
And I wanna be delivered

Joe Budden – Where I’m From Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

R. Kelly – Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby… Lyrics

[Intro]
Anything you want, baby
Anything your heart desires
Because you’ve been there for me (Truly there for me)
I’m gonna give it to you, listen

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mmm
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, girl)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 1]
Anything you want, I’m gonna give it to you, girl
Because when I was down you always lifted up my head
Gonna show you all the love I have in store for you
I gotta let you know that I am truly down with you, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mmm
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, girl)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 2]
Like no other homie, you are always there for me
The only girl I know that truly satisfies my needs
When I was down and out you were hangin’ by my side
And now that I am rollin’ you, you’ll always be my ride, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mmm-mmm
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, girl)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 3]
Taking me to church on Sunday morning, girl, is cool
Because I found a blessing and some happiness in you
Whenever there is darkness, gee, you brighten up my day
I thank the Lord for you because you understand my ways, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 4]
When I look at you, I see the breaking of the day
I’m mighty glad to know that Heaven sent your love my way
It’s something about the way you do your lovin’ when you do
And now until forever, baby, I’ll be lovin’ you, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Bridge]
You were always there for me, you know what I’m sayin’?
So today I’m takin’ you out buy you somethin’ real nice
Baby, girl you know that everything is gonna be alright
I’m gonna be here for you until the day becomes the night

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Oh, anything you want, babe)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, babe)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’ll be right there, yeah)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Outro]
From the bottom of my heart, yes
I promise me we will never part
Let’s say a prayer together
Say a prayer together, baby
Can we say a prayer together, baby?
Heavenly Father, which art in Heaven
I pray that You keep this love together
This is my prayer, baby, baby, baby
I love you

Kash Doll – Check Lyrics

[Verse]
Now it’s the dolly, not Parton
But pardon my french
Give no fucks about no nigga
Give no fucks about no bitch
And I never see you haters
Guess you haters don’t exist
Anyone feel any different
Give my ass a french kiss
I run this, I’m the trillest bitch
Who gotta dispute?
I mean who gon’ prove me wrong?
Now which hoe wanna get cute
Funny, hoes be talking mad shit
When I’m around, they mute
Cause they know this tongue a pistol
I ain’t scared to make it shoot
I ain’t scared to make it clap
I’ma throw this ass back
To the realest nigga
Who ain’t scared to run this bitch some racks
And I’m speaking all facts
I’m the truth to be exact!
You bitches don’t get no money
Cause ya’ll don’t know how to act

[Pre-Hook]
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I’m thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I’m eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up

[Hook]
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!

[Verse 2]
So run up, run up, run up
Hoe get done up
And you know I’m with the shits
Don’t tolerate no disrespect
This Dexter Ave, in this bitch
You might wanna reconsider me
Before you make your choice
Cause if you niggas bet against me
Then you backing the wrong horse
See we all in Barney’s shopping
He drop ten, and I drop ten
Just so I can stunt on bitches
And take pictures with my fans
Just so I can go finesse
And get them digits from your man
Hope you know this flex ain’t personal
I hope you understand!
I’m a hustler, she a whore
I’m Gucci, she Micheal Khors
I got the juice, I got the flare
You can’t compete, you don’t compare!
You bitches sneaking everything
But me, shit I’m good everywhere
I’m gon’ keep dropping, I ain’t stopping
Until I’m a billionaire

[Pre-Hook]
See I be grinding
Show after show
Man I mean I’m thriving
Shining, look at these diamonds
These bitches blinding
Fine dining, I’m eating shrimp
On a private island
Rising, just like a god
I got your nigga tied up

[Hook]
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money! Check!
Still pretty? Check!
Keep hoes in, check!
Run up a, check!
Get money!

Kash Doll – Dividends Lyrics

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 1]
I need at least 2 commas, cause I ain’t that kind
Not even fifty k, could get me out my pajamas
I need one point something, cause I want one point nothing
Had to turn in to something
And nothings not an option
When your life is worth fortune
I want it all, fuck a portion
I love the way my hair blow in that Panamera Porsche
And I love the [?] on my wine pop cork
I’m in a pent house top floor, and love a silk Versace robe
That I keep my pussy sweetened, my nigga do you hear me?
When I say you can’t afford me, I’m all about my Benji’s
Bitch never will I fall, I made the game look pretty
Bitch my name Kash Doll!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 2]
It’s Kash Doll vs Keisha, hoe
The flow hot but some people say that Keisha cold
I just came here for the motherfucking piece of dough
I want the greens like the motherfucking reefa smoke
Designer bitch, double C’s on my low low
Chanel bag, I’m in love with that Coco
Chocolate bitch, he in love with that cocoa
I make it bounce, he in love with the pogo
I’m just saying that my diamonds be Rosetta Stone
Foreign shit, need a passport to get ’em home
Roof disappear, and now the top gone
I need some motherfucking butter on my popcorn
Get it right!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

Kash Doll – Serious Lyrics

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
I’m a bad bitch, I’m serious
You got that swag so I’m serious
I got that bank roll, I’m serious
It’s getting physical, I’m serious
Oh yeah, for real, for real
For real, for real
I’m serious, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t fuck him
That’s gang, he a sucker
DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the roof
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the fucking truth
That’s real

[Bridge]
I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

Kash Doll – Dancin Lyrics

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, double, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Verse 1]
New machine, zoom zoom
Big guns, boom boom!
Bitch you dusty! I need a broom
Only bad bitches, allowed in this room
Top flight, jet tight
You so broke, you fly a bike
My neck froze, it’s all ice
Put a ring on it, and name it Mr. Nice
His credit score 800, call him Mr. Right
Red fox, silver fox
Mink coat, chinchilla top
Maserati keys, drop the top

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, doble, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

[Verse 2]
Uh
Money broad, I ain’t got her
I’m on an island, with your father
Blowing smoke, on a boat
I’m so cold, my clear coat
Red bottoms, they on fire
You baby father, he a buyer
Airport, passport
When we land, they clear port
Tell the driver, I got a show
Fifth classy shot
Versace stomp, Giuseppe stomp
I got it all, I need some more
The jewelry stall, I rake up

[Hook]
My wrist dancing, neck dancing
Nails dancing, my ears dancing
These bitches dancing
They pussy popping
They jaws dropping
He take me shopping
Robin jeans, with the wings
Chanel bags, doble, double c’s
A hundred grand, quadruple g’s
I’m so fly, I need some wings

Kash Doll – Rich Talk Lyrics

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Bond No. 9, smell me all the time
Trap still, drop the Jordan number nine
Kash Doll counting, I don’ cashed out
Made a million dollars on a cash route
Homer Simpson, dope doer all the time
All the blue flame ain’t hard to find
Shooters on deck with me all the time
Push the envelope if you cross the line
Broke nigga need a translator
You be talking to investigators
Nigga on me, fuck his baby momma
Made her suck the dick with a condom

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Aye!
My conversations always, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Wrist prezzi, rolex, Trump- Obama
Hop up in the Maybach, I’m with Ricky
I’m with Scrilla, we the ones in every city
Look, waist snatched, ass fat, you know them titties
Gold chains, Coogi sweater, bitch I’m Biggie
Don’t pull it out the lot if it ain’t fucking kidding
Talking dinero, dollar, pound and peso bitches
Pussy so delicious, Chanel all in my dishes
Louis Vuittons six inches, when I handle all my buisness
About to pick the check up like a Nike bag!
Bank tellers love me, baby why you mad?
Aye!

[Hook]
Mister the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
I’m about to count a meal, me & Scrill
It’s four stories like a book inside my crib (levels)
MTV need to look at how I live
So when I talk that rich talk, you bitches know it’s real
I bought some Giuseppe’s just to wear them on a P.J
Got so many pair, you might never see a replay
My shit play up in Stroker’s, send a bottle to the D.J
Cell phone buzzing, the promoter’s say they need me
Rich talk, these Rosetta Stone’s
Different language when the fetty grows
KDmoji’s, for that rich talk
Even when I’m quiet, bitch my wrist talk

[Hook]

Leon Bridges – Bet Ain’t Worth The Hand Lyrics

I better slow down
‘Cause I keep keep trippin’ on words I don’t wanna say
Just tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I can’t commit, I can’t make plans
Sometimes the bet ain’t worth the hand
I think you’re special, it makes me sad
Don’t wanna wonder what we could’ve had
And I hope you understand
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
And I can’t keep lettin’ this wave carry me away
So tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I got it bad
I think you know
You’re everything, you’re beautiful
But my life is fast, can’t make it slow
We’re here right now
Kiss me before I go, but you got to let me go
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
(I been hurt before, don’t wanna hurt no more)
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
I gotta let ya know girl
I can’t let it go any longer
Sometimes it ain’t worth the hand

Catie Turner – 21st Century Machine lyrics

People on the airwaves always preach who I should be
How to dress
How to talk
“Baby” how to breathe
Wicked artist use their limber fingers
To paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to be
I’m not alive if I’m not on illegal weed
I’m not in love without a man sitting next to me
Someone tell me if this is all an illusion
Or if I’m just a cog in the…

(CHORUS)
21st Century machine
It’s the place to be…
In the 21st Century Machine
Shelf light and live precariously

VERSE II
Sipping on rosè is your best solution
Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion
Then
Wake up and do it all over again
You only live once, Friday nights your only friend
And you shouldn’t worry
About your weight
And trust me when you’re not looking they’ll all still say you look great
Oh they’ll still say you look great

BRIDGE:
I’m in peril, they wanna give me hell
They look at me with hungry eyes as I’m another Infidel
But oh they like me
That’s why they wish me well
That’s why they pull me gently as I’m trapped inside their meld

Chorus:
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be
In the 21st century machine
Shelf light and live precariously
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be

ENDING;
And if you saw me right now
Would you still remember me??

Imagine Dragons – Next To Me

[Verse 1]
Something about the way that you walked into my living room
Casually and confident lookin’ at the mess I am
But still you, still you want me
Stress lines and cigarettes, politics and deficits
Late bills and overages, screamin’ and hollerin’
But still you, still you want me

[Chorus]
Oh, I always let you down
You’re shattered on the ground
But still I find you there
Next to me
And oh, stupid things I do
I’m far from good, it’s true
But still I find you
Next to me (next to me)

[Verse 2]
There’s something about the way that you always see the pretty view
Overlook the blooded mess, always lookin’ effortless
And still you, still you want me
I got no innocence, faith ain’t no privilege
I am a deck of cards, vice or a game of hearts
And still you, still you want me

[Chorus]
Oh, I always let you down
You’re shattered on the ground
But still I find you there
Next to me
And oh, stupid things I do
I’m far from good, it’s true
But still I find you
Next to me (next to me)

[Bridge]
So thank you for taking a chance on me
I know it isn’t easy
But I hope to be worth it (oh)
So thank you for taking a chance on me
I know it isn’t easy
But I hope to be worth it (oh)

[Chorus]
Oh, I always let you down (I always let you down)
You’re shattered on the ground, (shattered on the ground)
But still I find you there
Next to me
And oh, stupid things I do (stupid things I do)
I’m far from good, it’s true
But still I find you
Next to me (next to me)

Big K.R.I.T. – 1999 (feat. Lloyd)

[Intro: Lloyd]
Aw yeah
Drop it for a nigga
That ass up

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
She say I only love the way she drop it, well maybe so
She say I’ll probably leave if she don’t pop it, we’ll never know
Cause she get down on us, scrub the ground on it, with no shame
Give her time on it, roll around on it, do her thang
I ain’t, the type to trick but she go hard for the cause
Type to bust it open wide and have me close down the mall
We ain’t, gotta take it slow, she’s-a hit the door
Let it show, for the give and go, get it on the flo’
Woo, ayy, shake it like you never ever got to shake it
If pussy popping was a college, she done graduated
She need a bow for that ass just to celebrate it
A lot of clapping and a standing ovation when she

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
I be in the streets with my woes
And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes
Can’t help that I’m a freak and it shows
See I be eating pussy, kissing titties, sucking toes
Million dollar nigga since a youngin
And if the police coming then I’m runnin’
And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail
Nigga, nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothing
She got some ugly ass ways
Aw, but she sure look fine
She know how to blow my mind
When she drop that ass for me like it’s 1999

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
You know I love you shorty, or maybe I’m just kidding
But the way you pop that, pop that pussy, shit I’m all up in it, tightly fitted
Bounce that ass up, got to climb up the pole
If she ever hit the stage, I’ma be at her show
Cause she my favorite life, favorite type
That bust it open, bust it baby, but she lady like
Ooh, I’m talking head wraps and sundresses, heels for her flexing
Ain’t no time she won’t lend me that box, it need stretching
On the late night
She got the kind of glove to catch me if the play’s right
That fly you out, you and that ass have a safe flight
And I’ma be there when she lands
Cause she never stood a chance in that bow-legged stance
Told her back that ass up

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

YG – Suu Whoop

[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
"YG, don’t you got a daughter?"
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
"YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?"
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
"YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (he paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG a.k.a. Big Blood, a.k.a. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who, and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
"’Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

Kamaiyah – Slide

[Verse 1]
Oops I think I did something
Yeah I fucked up this summer
I didn’t put out one damn song
But y’all hoes still ain’t did nothing
I smell my revenge coming
I see new red benz stuntin
If I keep making songs like this
I swear I will get lost
All these folks keep trying me
Why they keep denying me
First walk up fake robberies
Door low blow straights blindin’ me

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh we
Who me
My shine you can’t block
If I catch you hoes outside that sneak diss shit gon” stop

[Chorus]
You keep talking sly
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
I will come and slide
And I bet you ain’t gon’ try me
Talking now with lies
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
You have lost your mind
But I bet you not gon’ try me

[Verse 2]
Oops I think I kill hoes
Drop one take I real know
You have fun for all your life
But somehow can’t get on
Why I’m getting dissed for
No one hears your diss songs
Better go get your crown on tight
Before you come for this stone
Why these hoes be so mad
Make your way, your own path
Ooh you felt that’s your bad
I will kick your hoe ass

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh we
Who me
My shine you can’t block
If I catch you hoes outside that sneak diss shit gon’ stop

[Chorus]
You keep talking sly
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
I will come and slide
And I bet you ain’t gon’ try me
Talking now with lies
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
You have lost your mind
But I bet you not gon’ try me

Don Diablo – Head Up (feat. James Newman) (Lyric Video)

[Verse]
Am so wrong
For staying up late
Going out with my friends?
For drinking too much
And saying I won’t, but then do it again
When you take my hand
I realize I can be who I am
‘Cause I’ll be alright
As long as I’m leaving with you

[Pre-Chorus]
I came with the hard times
But you brought the good times
You make my life brighter, brighter
I found my way
You’re only gonna love me
You’re never gonna judge me
Now I’m climbing higher, higher every day

[Chorus]
I’m keeping my head up
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
For keeping my head up
You’re keeping my head up

[Verse 2]
How many times
How many times have I said I was good?
That every night
You light me up like my last cigarette
With you by my side
I don’t really care what the neighbors might think
‘Cause I’ll be alright
As long as I’m leaving with you

[Pre-Chorus]
I came with the hard times
But you brought the good times
You make my life brighter, brighter
I found my way
You’re only gonna love me
You’re never gonna judge me
Now I’m climbing higher, higher every day

[Chorus]
I’m keeping my head up
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
For keeping my head up
You’re keeping my head up

[Outro]
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
For keeping my head up
You’re keeping my head up

03 Greedo – If I Wasn’t Rappin

[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it

Young Nudy – Since When (feat. 21 Savage)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Zone 6, nah forreal’ nigga
Nigga like to sell cocaine and go kill nigga
Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah forreal’ nigga
EA, what’s the deal nigga? I’m the deal nigga
King of the fuckin’ hill nigga
Top of the ‘partment, young nigga, boy forreal’ nigga
Toe tag, catch a body at a young age
AKs, SKs, .38, throw a wait
Glock-9 on wait
Y’all niggas dying wit’ plate
Shit was crazy back in the day
Y’all cannot last a day
Shit was crazy in my ‘partment
You can ask my nigga Tre
Young nigga spraying that thang’
Young nigga havin’ a K
Robbin’ shit everyday
I swear we weren’t havin’ our way
Really weren’t havin’ our way
But we was jus’ doin’ our thing

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I keep a chopstick
One in the head, I already caught it
One to the head, call up the coroner tell him to mark it
Y’all niggas cappin’, y’all niggas faggots, y’all like to chump dick
4L gang, really a savage I’m not with that opp shit
Say he want smoke, you don’t want no smoke, you runnin’ to 12
I kept me a Glock, I had to do 5 when I was 12
I’m silent nigga, keep it 100, yeah I’m Shell
He caught a body, he kept it 100, he made bail
I got so many niggas down to roll nigga everybody gotta touch green
Y’all niggas be talkin’ like hoes nigga ain’t nann nigga touch me
Got 500 shots in hotbox, we ain’t nun but 4 deep
Every time we pull up we wackin’ shit, nigga ain’t like the police

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

21 Savage – Bank Account (On Ellen) (Live)

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

Bigbang – 꽃 길 (Flower Road)

그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면
Sing it na na na
노래해 나나나
우리 이게 마지막이 아니야
부디 또 만나요 꽃이 피면

때론 꽤 별난 일이 많아
넌 나 같이 못난 놈을 만나
다시 누군갈 사랑할 수 있을까
너 아니라면 그럴 일은 없을 것 같아
나 의식 없이 발길 흐름대로 가던 길
날 화려히 비춰주던 니 빛 한줄기
그 전율이 느껴지는 예쁜 꽃길
그곳에 너로 인해 설수 있던 Roly poly toy

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면

많이 울기도 했지만 웃은 일도 많아
내 머릿속 안에는 추억이 너무 많아
이 또한 지나갈 테니까
이 다음에 만나요 꽃이 피면

1 년 365 이 세상 하나뿐인
넌 내 음악의 Motive 날 일깨워주는 은인
니 커다란 꽃밭에 기대어 막 떠오르던 가사말
아직도 참 생생해 빠담빠담
너란 만개 한 꽃의 색은 100000 개
무한대 거대한 울림 Vivaldi의 사계
아직도 그댄 내 맘에 담을 수 없는 그림
내 눈을 의심하지 You are my magical queen

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
얼굴은 빨개지고
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
그대가 오시는 길

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
얼굴은 빨개지고
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

Suspect – One Way (feat. Jesse James Solomon & Skepta)

[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"

[Verse 1: Suspect]
Ayy, ayy, wrong way down a one-way
Niggas grew up the wrong way
Only showed us that trap pays
All we knew was that gunplay
Partying on a Sunday
On the strip moving mad bait
Oh shit, there’s the squalé
Wrong way down a one-way
Never knew a nigga had dreams, though
True say I did it with ease, though
I remember times no one would fucking listen
Had to get myself up and out the kitchen
No more Pyrex vision now
More like cheques and we’re skipping clouds
At this rate, little man’ll never have to worry
About his pops, I’ll be sitting down

[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what?", like "you what?"

[Verse 2: Jesse James Solomon]
I’m baking off with the bacons-ns
I don’t deal with no pagans-ns
Wooly road where they made me in
I broke out, no more breaking in
I’m in the background, blending in
Shades on and a vengeance grin
With my goonies, all gremlined off
Remember us from that bendy bus?
These niggas wanna act all tough
Remember when we used to send them shop
Wrong way down the one-way
They look at us and think "one day"
Packed off on a Sunday
I’m baking off with a one bae
I said I’m baking off, baking
I said I’m baking off with a one bae

[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"

[Verse 3: Skepta]
Greaze, yeah, drive-by and I’m speeding
Lights shine on the ceiling (sexy)
Forgot to have dinner this evening
‘Cause time flies when you’re eating (true)
Must be the books that you’re reading
The idolising and preaching (shh)
Women’s world, we don’t watch niggas (nah)
Soon as I get the money, I’m leaving (greaze)
Champagne on my SKs (spills)
Zoot in the mouth when I’m pouring
Tryna stay awake till the morning (yeah)
‘Cause going to sleep is just boring (yeah)
Was a young boy when I stopped caring
Them times when I had Dipset blaring
Dad told me not to get two earrings (shing)
Man, I’m so hard of hearing (icy)

[Chorus: Suspect & Jesse James Solomon]
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
I said I’m baking off, I said I’m baking off

Chevy Woods – On Me

[Intro]

[Hook]
I got more than your rent on me
Ayy, I got your bitch on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Bitch I’m fly, you ain’t got shit on me

[Verse 1]
You keep rapping bout the trap house but we know you faking
Bitch keep talking like she single but she knows she’s taken
If you ain’t fucking, keep it moving, I can’t do no waiting
If you could snatch her man she’s yours, I don’t do no hating

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

[Verse 2]
All these hundreds I be dumbing ooh
Girl don’t run away from it ooh
That pussy splashing, it feel like a pool
All these diamonds on me icy cool
Wow, she from the UK, baby girl a model
Ayy, said she a drinker, help me kill the bottle
Woah, we out in Aspen, I got Gucci goggles
[?] top me in the cabin, told her not a problem

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

Matt Cormanes – Venus (Shocking Blue Cover)

[Intro: Shocking Blue]
A godness on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire

[Bridge: Shocking Blue]
Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man mad
Black as the dark night she was
Got what no-one else had
WoW!

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire

U2 – Get On Your Boots

The future needs a big kiss
Winds blow with a twist
Never seen a moon like this
Can you see it too?

Night is falling everywhere
Rockets hit the fun-fair
Satan loves a bomb scare
But he won’t scare you

Hey! Sexy boots
Get on your boots yeah!

Free me from a dark dream
Candy floss, ice cream
All the kids are screaming but the ghosts aren’t real
Here’s what we gotta be
Love and community
Laughter is eternity if joy is real

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful you are
You don’t know
You don’t get it do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are

If some have stuff to blow it up
We’re into growing up
Women are the future
All the big revelations
I got a submarine
You’ve got gasoline
I don’t wanna talk about wars between nations
Not right now

Sexy boots
No! no no no
Get on your boots yeah!
Not right now!
Foxy boots

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful
You are
You don’t know
You don’t get it do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are

Sexy boots
I don’t wanna talk about wars between the nations
Sexy Boots yeah!

Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound sound
Let me in the sound sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound now
Oh God I’m going down
I don’t wanna drown now
Meet me in the sound

Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound sound
Let me in the sound sound
Meet me in the sound

Get on your boots
Get on your boots
Get on your boots
Yeah hey hey!
Get on your boots
Yeah hey hey!
Get on your boots
Yeah hey hey!
Get on your boots
Yeah hey hey!