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smokepurpp – Jump

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Purrp (yeah)
Bih, bih, bih bih bih

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Luol Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (wooh, wooh, wooh)

[Verse]
Pockets they on jump (jump)
Cookie got me stuck (stuck)
Fuck that bih one time and now she say that she in love (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give me face (Lil Purrp)
In New York I caught a case
Did the race (Lil Purpp, skrt skrt)
Got a warrant out of state (yeah, ouu)
I don’t wanna squabble, got this MAC here (huh, brr)
Don’t fuck with no one in the club, I’m throwin’ racks here (bih)
Try to play me on some work then you gon’ die here (brr, huh)
Told that libby yellow hoe, "Come bring that ass here" (ouu)

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh, jump, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (ouu, ouu, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng

Switchfoot – I Won’t Let You Go (feat. Lauren Daigle)

[Verse 1: Jon Foreman]
When it feels like surgery
And it burns like third degree
And you wonder what is it worth?
When your inside’s breaking in
And you feel that ache again
And you wonder what’s giving birth?

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Foreman]
If you could let the pain of the past go
Of your soul
None of this is in your control

[Chorus: Jon Foreman]
If you could only let your guard down
If you could learn to trust me somehow
Well I swear, that I won’t let you go
If you could only let go your doubts
If you could just believe in me now
I swear, that I won’t let you go
I won’t let you go

[Verse 2: Lauren Daigle]
When your fear is currency
And you feel that urgency
You want peace but there’s war in your head
Maybe that’s where life is born
When our façades are torn
Pain gives birth to the promise ahead, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Lauren Daigle & Jon Foreman]
If you could let the pain of the past go
Of your soul
None of this is in your control

[Chorus: Jon Foreman & Lauren Daigle]
If you could only let your guard down
If you could learn to trust me somehow
Well I swear, that I won’t let you go
If you could only let go your doubts
If you could just believe in me now
I swear, that I won’t let you go

[Bridge: Lauren Daigle & Jon Foreman]
I won’t let you go
I’ll always be by your side, yeah

[Chorus]
If you could only let go your doubts
If you could just believe in me now
I swear, that I won’t let you go
I won’t let you go

[Interlude: Jon Foreman & Lauren Daigle]
I won’t let you go
I won’t let you go
I won’t let you go

[Outro: Jon Foreman & Lauren Daigle]
There ain’t no darkness strong enough that could tear you out from my heart
There ain’t no strength that’s strong enough that could tear this love apart
Yeah, there ain’t no darkness strong enough that could tear you out from my heart
Yeah, there ain’t no strength that’s strong enough that could tear this love apart
Never gonna let you go
Never gonna let you go
No, I won’t let you go

Tokio – Kumo (FNS Music Festival 2017.12.06) (Live)

Nani wo shite ita no ka koko wa doko na no ka
Saa, tsugini ikanakya…
Hotobashiru you na hikari ga boku no senaka wo oshite kureta’n da
Ashita mo dareka ni aitai na doko ni ikou kana?
Tashika ni kanjita’n da acchi no hou da nani ga an darou
Bokura wa YURA YURA kumo mitai ni kaze ni noru darou
Zutto mite ita keshiki mo warukunai to kidzuki hajimeta…
Nani wo shite ita no ka koko wa doko na no ka
Saa, tsugini ikanakya…
Hotobashiru you na hikari ga boku no senaka wo oshite kureta’n da
Ashita mo dareka ni aitai na doko ni ikou kana?
Tashika ni kanjita’n da acchi no hou da nani ga an darou
Bokura wa YURA YURA kumo mitai ni kaze ni noru darou
Zutto mite ita keshiki mo warukunai to kidzuki hajimeta…

Dareka wo kizutsukeru kotoba wo haku no wa
Mou, yame ni shinai ka…
Itetsuku you na itami ga boku no kokoro ni hi wo tomoshita’n da

Ashita mo anata ni utaitai na kikoeteru kana?
Kotoba ja kanjinai sa HAATO no hou da sore de ii’n daro?
Bokura wa YURA YURA kumo mitai ni kaze ni noru darou
Zutto ienu kotoba mo boku no namida to nari koboreta
Iki mo dekinai hodo ni samishii toki mo aru’n da yo
"Sunao ni natta" "mae ni susunda"
"Demo tsumazuita" "tachidomatta"
Kurikaeshi nagara…

Ashita mo dareka ni aitai na doko ni ikou kana?
Tashika ni kanjita’n da acchi no hou da nani ga an darou
Bokura wa YURA YURA kumo mitai ni kaze ni noru darou
Zutto mite ita keshiki mo warukunai to kidzuki hajimeta

Buckcherry – Crazy Bitch

All right!

[Verse 1]
Break me down, you got a lovely face
We’re going to your place
And now you got to freak me out
Scream so loud, getting fucking laid
You want me to stay, but I got to make my way

[Chorus] x2
Hey
You’re crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I’m on top of it
When I dream, I’m doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

[Verse 2]
Take it off, the paper is your game
You jump in bed with fame
Another one night paid in full, uh
You’re so fine, it won’t be a loss
Cashing in the rocks, just to get you face to face

[Chorus] x2
Hey
You’re crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I’m on top of it
When I dream, I’m doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

Get the video
Fuck you so good
Get the video
Fuck you so good

Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy…bitch

[Chorus] x2
Hey
You’re crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I’m on top of it
When I dream, I’m doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

[Bridge]
Baby girl
You want it all
To be a star
You’ll have to go down
Take it off
No need to talk
You’re crazy
But I like the way you fuck me

[Chorus] x2
Hey
You’re crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I’m on top of it
When I dream, I’m doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

You’re crazy
But I like the way you fuck me

Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B – Motorsport

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

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

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)

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

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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)

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

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

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

[Outro: Quavo]
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Uncensored)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe

Blake Shelton – Beside You Babe

[Verse 1]
Without even tryin’ when I close my eyes
I see you walking ’round inside of my head
Looking up at the sky shining brighter than the single sunrise
It’s every been red

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna hold you hold you
Holding in the warm sunshine
If I never told you told you
I’m giving you the rest of my life

[Chorus]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And it makes me wanna
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
And I’ll be right beside you babe ’til the end of time

[Verse 2]
I been bragging about you baby
You can bet I’ve been calling up all of my friends
Don’t you know I’ve been counting down the days
Feeling just crazy enough to call up your old man

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna hold you hold you
Holding in the warm sunshine
If I never told you told you
I’m giving you the rest of my life

[Chorus]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And it makes me wanna
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
I’ll be right beside you babe till the end of time

[Instrumental]

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna hold you hold you
Holding in the warm sunshine
If I never told you told you
I’m giving you the rest of my life

[Chorus]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And it makes me wanna
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
And I’ll be right beside you babe till the end of time

I wanna hold you hold you

Eminem – Untouchable

Pt. I

[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot
We may never understand each other it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, profiled
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably coming from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you’re hiding that Heidi Klum on you
And you’re on another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
What the fuck am I gonna do?
I keep telling myself keep doing like you’re doing
No matter how many lives you ruin
It’s for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one’s ever indicted you
Why?

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a (big rockstar)

[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up
We bought to roll up, and
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
You don’t have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Our guns are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
And you’ll get shot in the thyroid, ’cause you might die, boy
We fighting a crime war
Here come the swine
Tryna’ clean up these streets from all these minorities
That’s why we call them pigstye’s for
They’re like eyesores to police
Talk to you like you’re a piece of trash
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts, and
Get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins
It like we’re drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, ’cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-American’s have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassing to be a

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit cause I’m a (big rockstar)

Pt. II

[Verse 3]
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape my circumstance
I’d rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it’s better to describe banter
But that’s life
Strapped, ’cause we’re strapped financially
And can’t find answers
We’re applying for McDonald’s
It seems like the only franchise that’ll hire, so how can we have higher standards
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence
But acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes wack lives madder
At cops and cops madder
And that’s why it’s at a stalemate
Can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyard offices
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
‘Cause they ain’t acclimated to ’em
Like that’s the way to do it
Who’s seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving guns
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that’s racism
Fear to the black face gives them
A subconscious racist
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
‘Cause America segregated us
Designated us, to an area
Separated us
Section-eight’d us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, every days another
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
The sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
In
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
Gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
We’re black
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
And streets act as a narrator
Don’t gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
‘Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
Always see some B charges
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
So we don’t need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
Just keep marching, til’ we reach congress
But they gonna say you’re tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don’t stand for the national anthem
We raised it, you better praise it or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build

RetcH – Pop Me A Pint

[Verse]
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
[?] I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
Then you can’t smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me
They do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
Then you can’t roll with me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

The Cool Kids – 9:5PM (feat. Jeremih)

[The Cool Kids:]
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
You fresh off work and just got paid
I only inch a line at the right time
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
You need a drink? Said I need to get you a cup
You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
Where are my ladies? In me!
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
She’s just tryna guess my password
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
Fine. Damn. I need another ham
Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

I gotta get down with you
I gotta get down with you

88GLAM – Big Tymers

[Hook: Derek Wise and 88 Camino]
Diamonds they spin like Serato
Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Unfollowed all my friends
Who the hell do I know
Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up

[Verse 1: 88 Camino]
‪Trunk like an elephant cause that shit in the front ‬‬‬
‪Fronting on me that could get you shot, boy don’t stunt ‬‬‬
‪Call me 88 McGrady ‬‬‬
‘‪Cause my niggas tote the rocket ‬‬‬
‪I be talking out my necklace ‬‬‬
‘‪Cause my bank direct deposit ‬‬‬
‪Beretta to your noggin ‬‬‬
‪That’s because I’m robbing ‬‬‬
‪Be careful where you’re stepping ‬‬‬
‪’Cause we tote those Smith and Wesson ‬‬‬
‪I’m allergic to you broke boys‬‬‬
‪We don’t get along ‬‬‬
‪And my money like a wide receiver ‬‬‬
‘‪Cause it’s going long‬‬‬
‪I’m the nigga of the century ‬‬‬
Knew since elementary
‪She don’t give me time of day‬‬‬
‪But I know she will eventually ‬‬‬
‪If you see me shining‬‬‬
‪Don’t believe the diamonds ‬‬‬
‪They deprive me of my happiness ‬‬‬
‪I bought these to remind me‬‬‬

[Hook: Derek Wise and 88 Camino]
Diamonds they spin like Serato
Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Unfollowed all my friends
Who the hell do I know
Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up

[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
Use to take da bus to get to high school
Now I’m pulling up
Phantom drop down in the drive-thru
Use to wake up starving, had no cash too
Now I’m at the jeweler adding fruity stones
What the bands do
Cycling the hoes that I ran thru
Now I hit it once I don’t want it ‘less the pussy brand new
Started with a 8 ball, where that land you?
Lookin’ like a lick, flip a brick, they can’t stand you
I just re’d up from my jeweler
Glam Boy don’t buss down the mueller
Remind me of cookouts
Back when, way back
Dippin’ my hands in the cooler
Remember amount on zero
Banking account on zero
Now my wrist sub-zero

[Hook: Derek Wise and 88Camino]
Diamonds they spin like Serato
Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Unfollowed all my friends
Who the hell do I know
Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up

Camila Cabello – Real Friends

[Verse 1]
No, I think I’ll stay in tonight
Skip the conversations and the "Oh, I’m fines"
No, I’m no stranger to surprise
This paper town has let me down too many times
Why do I even try? Give me a reason why
I thought that I could trust you, never mind
Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line?
I guess I’m too naive to read the signs

[Chorus]
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Gotta get up out of this town

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, ohhh
Ohhh, ah

[Verse 2]
I stay up, talkin’ to the moon
Been feelin’ so alone in every crowded room
Can’t help but feel like something’s wrong, yeah
‘Cause the place I’m livin’ in just doesn’t feel like home

[Chorus]
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Gotta get up out of this town

[Post-Chorus]
Lookin’ for some new friends
Oh, ohhh
Ohhh, ah

[Bridge]
I just wanna talk about nothin’
With somebody that means something
Spell the names of all our dreams and demons
For the times that I don’t understand
Tell me what’s the point of a moon like this
When I’m alone again
Can I run away to somewhere beautiful
Where nobody knows my name?

[Chorus]
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
But I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Gotta get up out of this town

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, ohhh
Ohhh, ah

Dua Lipa – New Rules (Lyric Video)

One, one, one

Talkin’ in my sleep at night
Makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
But my love, he doesn’t love me
So I tell myself, I tell myself

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

I keep pushin’ forwards
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
(Nowhere to turn, no)
Now I’m standing back from it
I finally see the pattern
(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love, he doesn’t loves me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
I do, I do, I do

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

Practice makes perfect
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it ’cause I (I, I, I)

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em (baby you know I count ’em)
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
You ain’t getting over him

Migos & Marshmello – Danger

[Verse 1: Offset]
Tryna get demons up outta me (demons)
Turn to a beast, eat your arteries (beast)
Deceasing opponents so properly (opponent)
Unleashing the dark side what got to me (got)
We come to take this shit over (hey)
Foot on the gas, hear the motor (skrrt)
Switchin’ my thoughts, I’m bipolar (woo)
I stare in the eyes of a cobra (sss)
Say you want smoke, come get it (come on)
You wanna play dumb, I’m wit’ it (wit’ it)
I’m about to take over the city (hey)
I came with my committee, gang with it (gang)
Came for the bag and the profit (bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Nigga, you ain’t scare nobody (boo)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Searchin’ for the bag and the prize (bag)
On a mission lookin’ for them bad guys
Can’t run no play over my head, I’m real wise
Look at his eyes, wide, think he traumatized
Take me as a joke, I’ma hang ’em on the rope (rope)
‘Cause where I’m from, we don’t play like that on our side (no)
Better not freeze ’cause we know you’re gon’ choke (choke)
Talk behind my back but your shots backfired
I know you tried but you never could survive
I see the fear that’s in your eyes (eyes)
Run like Forrest, they tryna hide
They criticize in disguise (criticize)
They know I can only tell the truth (truth)
They know all you do is tell lies (lies)
I’m about to take over the city, tell me you just with it
‘Cause I know my squad gon’ ride (ride)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Bridge: Offset]
Come on, say you want smoke come get it (wit’ it)
You wanna play dumb, I’m with it (gang, gang, bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

Pale Waves – New Year’s Eve

[Intro]
Maybe I left you
But you were with your friends
I tried to make a good impression
But I failed again

[Verse 1]
It was New Years Eve, there’s too much noise
I could barely hear my own voice
I always said you were too shy
But then I went off to cry
I stopped so many times
Blank faces passing me by
I wish I never wore that white dress
And you found me outside
Looking like somebody died
Thought my heart was coming out my chest

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
Do you even wanna be with me?
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
Do you even wanna be with me?

[Verse 2]
I vaguely remember laughing with your best friend
And you used to tell me that she didn’t like me
Did you lie or did she pretend?

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
Do you even wanna be with me?
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
Do you even wanna be with me (be with me, be with me)?

[Bridge]
I think you’re so kind
And all I give you is such a terrible time
And I fucked it, never forget
The way you looked at me
Yeah, I fucked it, never forget
You’re the best thing that’s happened to me (me, me, me)

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
Do you even wanna be with me?
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
Do you even wanna be with me?
Oh, I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
You’re the best thing that’s happened to me
I don’t wanna be alone on New Years Eve
You, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me

Quavo & Nicki Minaj – She For Keeps

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain’t no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Zaytoven, Quavo & 2 Chainz – Wake Up & Cook Up

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah
Trap [?]
Migos

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I got a (What you got Qua?)
Appointment set up with your bae
I got a bitch from the Bay
I got a truck out your bay
She telling me give her a taste
I put that dick on her face
I put that dick on her face
Yeah, like mace
Pull up and I set up shop
She drinking that shit by the shots
Stunt on the block, same spot
Pull up and cannot deny
Niggas out here straight [?]
If you hanging with a group of guys
Better make sure they gon’ ride
I pull up like ¿cómo estás?
None of your traps exist, nigga
Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga
That ain’t making my dick bigger
Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
Look at your unc with that itch
Pop that, a nigga won’t twitch
[?] They gon’ say "I ain’t said that shit man"

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
30 rounds and the clip clear
Make you and the Drako french kiss
Can’t stand a dirty kitchen
Broke up with my mistress
Took the fork and I bent it
Had a Panamera on [?]
[?] and she pretty
Still a heart away like [?]
Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
I’m scraping the bowl
[?], I ain’t got kids
I gotta make it back home
One phonecall’ll get you killed
I ain’t even gotta scroll
Had apartment with no furniture
But at least I had a stove
Turned [?] to whitewater
’bout to get this splash on
Other day I walked into Gucci
Told them folks that I’m back home
Got the city on my backbone
Black on like [?]
Money calling, check the ringtone
Phil Jackson with the rings on
Yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

Slim Thug – Kingz & Bosses (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Fresh up outta dream, feeling like I’m prince Akeem
Two queens makin’ sure my royal penis clean
Made my mind up, I only want the finer things
Went from the hood to living in the West Wing
Live like a king, thing like a boss
‘Cause if I want somethin’ I’ll work my ass off
‘Til I got it no stoppin’, no quittin’, givin’ up ain’t an option
Fuck waitin’, I got my own shit poppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from shoppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from ridin’ Rolls
And sliding in these young niggas fine hoes
Oh, but I’m cold with the game like The Mack
I jump back in the game, make a quick hundred racks
Tell her bring the money back but I’d rather make my own
I decided to be a boss and make a song

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
King Krizzle, King Tut, it ain’t no difference
Chariot still whippin’ while gold still flickin’
Off the paint, yeah, the trunk, shaking like it know the stanky leg
I mix the struggle with the hustle to make bread
Ah mayne, I fit the family with a loaf
A piece off for my unborn to ball on these hoes
You got to save it, got ti pay it, double up and attack them haters
And ‘em racist motherfuckers, they try to take as soon as you make it
Multi and my brand that I own
Alot money tree, but what’s a tree if it ain’t growin’
In my backyard, my cul-de-sac large, I hold my nuts
I got the kind of ice on my grill that I can’t crush, plus my credit good
I spend the money from my sock, you wish your debt could
I wish a million for my partners, they still in the hood
They got skills but ain’t no court to ball
I ain’t talking shooting shots, I’m talkin’ shots to call
Krizzle

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

Juicy J – Feed The Streets (feat. Project Pat & A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Shut the fuck up!
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Niggas do time flipping the Ye
Niggas is dead, he got a grave
Nigga, I ain’t playin’, tryna get paid
Homie got hit ’cause he got in the way
Had to get out, shit is the same
Niggas insane all this shit change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I’m in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back
And you niggas stayin’ the same
I drive the Wraith through the hood
That’s why my niggas in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my niggas how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real niggas know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put niggas on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real shit, I’m lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this shit when you was shitting in diapers

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon’ bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this bitch
Drankin’ sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I’m catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I’m a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
[??] pop a tear, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I’m in foregin gear
Plug show up with the pack, it’s gon’ disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Mafia

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
I gotta feed the streets
You gotta flee the streets
You gotta lead the streets
I don’t mislead the streets
I might just drop some heat
I might just tease the street
I do not need the streets
Cause nigga, I be the streets
It’s sad ‘cuz my little bad bitch [?] when she [?] the trap
I let her chase the dream
I might front-lace her weave
Give her a place to stay, with a new face to feed
I really love the streets
I might just flood the streets
‘Cuz I’m really from the streets
Y’all niggas who run the streets
Niggas just take a seat
How the fuck could you hate on me?
Say that you still in the streets, but you can not wait to leave

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets

[Outro]
Mafia!
Mafia!
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Christina Perri – Jar Of Hearts

No, I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I’ve learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, It took so long just to feel all right
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

G.H. Hat – I Got A Problem (I Wonder…) (feat. Mickey Shiloh)

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no nooooo

Yeah
Aw awee
No no no no nooooo

I, I keep thinking ’bout you, you
Hard to live without you, yea
And all those other cliché things that people say.

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

All I do is think of you
And drink for two as if you’re still here with me
I need to just face the truth
It’s so hard to do, Baby

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve it?

Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die
My partner in crime Always had an alibi

I, I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve it?

Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die.
My partner in crime Always had an alibi

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no
Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no

I, I keep thinkin’ about you, you
Hard to live without you, yeah
And all those other cliché things that people say.

I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far

All I do
Is think of you
And drink for two
As if you’re still here with me

I need to
Just face the truth
It’s so hard to do
Baby

I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo

I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.
Who can solve this?

Rexx Life Raj – 2Free

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free, yeah
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

[Verse 1]
Look
Looking around, no I don’t see an obstacle
Popping an Addy ’cause Adderall Raji is damn near unstoppable
I’m not laughing with you, it’s at you, I think that you niggas are comical
They’re focused on me, where I’m from, ’cause they’re watching me do the impossible
I run the game, ain’t no audible
Nima look at me like I was a pot of gold
Wrap up a pack, it was fat as a bodybag
Went to touch down and it hit like a body blow
I never scored a touchdown playing on O-Line
But, I’ve been checking these goals off, I was good on the goal line
All in the trenches, ay
All the hate, what is that about
I’m tryna bring more money and love to my daddy house
I got a lot on my chest, I’ma get it all off like I’m maxing out
315, the most I hit
But I don’t give a fuck ’cause I fucked yo’ bitch
One time for the city, I got that lit
And boy, how they love when I talk my shit
I do me, over and over again
You see they true colors the more that you shining, I’m losing all of my friends
People with money be throwing it at me, what you want on the back end
All of this come when you chosen apparently, I guess it is what it is
Shit is absurd my nigga
I need more action less talk, miss me with the words my nigga
Black lives matter until your black life splatter right there on the curb my nigga
The man in the mirror might make you nervous, just know what purpose you serve my nigga
A man with a message, a man with a mission, just know I won’t be deterred my nigga

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right

[Outro]
This point, I talk about all the time you know?
The fact that discipline equals freedom
And the more discipline you have as a human
The more freedom you’re gonna have
Which is completely counterintuitive, ya know?
People think, oh, you’re living this disciplined lifestyle, so that means you, you don’t have any freedom
And it’s actually the exact opposite
I have freedom because I have discipline

Ball Greezy – Nice & Slow (feat. Lil Dred)

How you make it off the porch
In them lil’ ass shorts
Stomach all flat
I like to play sports
Whatchu’ drank in them jeans
Or the waist shapers
Or dr. miami
It dont know matter you can get it
See we can smoke a lil’ something
We can drink if you like
You the baddest of the baddest
I done seen all night
It’s …
Only right i make sure you good
Just relax a lil’ bit baby this my hood
Shots after shot then we got closer
Last i remember we was standing on the sofa
Telling me she to drunk to drive back to boca
Grinding on to me like she dancing to soca

Nice & Slow ( x3)
Beat it up

Out of all of these hoes
Nigga why you up in my face
Better grab you a bitch
Bend her over and make that hoe shake
Get it poppin’ that shit
Drop it down to the ground to the bass
Put your hands in the air and sling that d*** in her face
Get another drink
Smoke another blunt
Get up in your vibe
Cuz’ these hoes wanna fuck
This my number you can text me
You and your friends
Bussin on your bestie
Let me see you get it in

Nice & Slow (x3)
Beat It Up

Lil Dred:

You My Baby When Im Witchu’ Girl Thats BaeDay
Every Time We Take A Trip Thats A BaeCae
We Dont Never Pay Attention To The NaySay
Let Them Rumors Fade Away Like MJ
Keep Your Eyes On Me
Girl Dont Look Away
I Got That Magic Stick, I’ll Take The Pain Away
Lil’ Mama Booty Real Soft Call Her Anamay
Got The Youngin’ Out Here Thinkin Bout Pancakes
And That Booty Real Big Like My Fan Base
Got Damn All That Ass In My Damn Face
And I Told Her She Can shake In a Nice pace
Maybe later we can take it back to my place
Do you right baby you can stay the night aye
Like the plumber you know ima lay that pipe aye
In a nice way just slow it down for me
And lil’ mama say she wanna be my play boy bunny

CLC – Summer Kiss (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

저 바다처럼 Oh 저 하늘처럼 Yeah
저 바다처럼 Oh 저 하늘처럼 Yeah
기억하니 저 파도소리
우리 두 손을 잡고 밤을 지새우던 여름밤
저 하늘에 별을 보며
영원히 변치 않겠다 약속했잖아

나도 모르게 네 넓은 어깨에 (어깨에)
머리를 기대는 순간
수줍게 미소를 지으며
내게 점점 다가오는 그 떨림

마치 꿈처럼 저 바다처럼
푸른빛이 우리 둘을 감싸고 Oh
이 모래 위에 새겨 놓은 이름과
아름다운 우리만의 추억
Summer kiss

저 바다처럼 Oh 저 하늘처럼 Yeah

기억하니 저 바람소리
우리 나란히 걷던 너무 아름다운 밤바다
저 하늘에 달을 보며
이 손을 놓지 않겠다고 했었잖아

장난스러운 우리 이야기에 (이야기에)
눈이 마주치는 순간
수줍게 미소를 지으며
내게 점점 다가오는 그 떨림

마치 꿈처럼 저 바다처럼
푸른빛이 우리 둘을 감싸고 Oh
이 모래 위에 새겨 놓은 이름과
아름다운 우리만의 추억
Summer kiss

순수한 너의 눈빛 오랜 시간이 흐른대도
변하지 않을
영원한 우리의 사랑을
고이고이 소중히 마음속에 새겨둬

마치 꿈처럼 저 바다처럼
푸른빛이 우리 둘을 감싸고 Oh
이 모래 위에 새겨 놓은 이름과
아름다운 우리만의 추억
Summer kiss

Summer kiss 태양의 빛이
우리를 향해 눈부실 정도로 비친
아름다운 여름날의 꿈같은 사랑 얘기
가을이 와도 절대 잊지 못할 매일매일

Red Velvet – Peek-A-Boo (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

Hmm yeah (Yeah)
Oh gosh 난리야 (Oh gosh)
맞아 난 좀 기분파
[아/슬] Hey 금방 또 사랑에 빠져
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
새것만 좋아해요 반짝거리죠
다들 그렇잖아요 맞죠?

Peek-A-Boo
설렐 때만 사랑이니까 (La la la la la)
내 친구 모두 소리쳐 넌 정말 문제야
I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine

Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
흐흥이 난 여우 그그런 나라구
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo

I said 1, 2, 3
Play the game again
버튼을 눌러 보자 쿵푸만큼 빨리
중간에 내 맘 변해도 놀라지 말기
혹시 끌리지 않니 그럼 Excuse me
자 전화해요 밤새 또 놀러 가요 함께
Restart a game
돌진해 롤링해 블랑카

오늘 저녁도 (Let’s go)
놀이터는 붐비고
지루해질 틈조차 없죠
(Yeah yeah yeah)
빙글빙글 돌아요 (Oh) 다들 똑같죠
Oh 마침내 마주친 눈빛

Peek-A-Boo
새로워요 사랑인가요 (La la la la la)
내 친구 모두 소리쳐 넌 정말 문제야
I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine
(My boobooboo
Peek-A-Boo-Boo-Boo-Boo)

Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo

술래는 너로 정해졌어
재밌을 거야 끼워 줄게
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
저 달이 정글짐에 걸릴
시간까지 노는 거야
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)

Peek-A-Boo
이상해 어라 넌 좀 달라
이런 게임 멈추고 너를 다시 보게 돼
무섭지 않아 난 새로운 얘기가
펼쳐질 거라는 걸 방금 느꼈으니까
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
(La la la la la)
흐흥이 난 여우 그그런 나라구
(La la Peek-A-Boo)
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo

술래는 너로 정해졌어
재밌을 거야 끼워 줄게
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
저 달이 정글짐에 걸릴
시간까지 노는 거야
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)

술래는 너로 정해졌어
재밌을 거야 니가 좋아
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
저 달이 정글짐에 걸릴
시간이지만 더 놀자
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)

Peek-A-Boo
Peek-A-Boo
Peek-A-Boo

KRS-One – Freedom Lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One]
Feel this, a new experience
And your approach to the lyrics
To the beats and the rhymes
KRS

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
After 19 years of rocking, how do you rank me?
Poorly or greatly? I’m no Johnny-Come-Lately
It’s the people that pays me
G-O-D is what raised me
To think that you could blaze me, you must be more than crazy
Radio is Fugazi, XM satellite plays me
Criticism don’t faze me, being rich don’t amaze me
These princely rappers, they gettin’ parked like Paisley
I’m two times the effects like Scoop and Crazy Drazy
I know that no man out there could save me
So I save myself with knowledge of self and [?] that God gave me
No coulda shoulda or maybe
I’m in 2024 with the adult version of your baby
The path of life is so wavy, you can not be lazy
Or mindless like a ship sailing eternal gravy
Through hip-hop we speak so plainly
So let’s unite and sail through life as a navy

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

[Verse 2: KRS-One]
All these people looking at me
Walking with me, staring at me
This is how we work, flash film glaring at me
Little children very happy, I’m signing books CDs
Now I’m signing t-shirts, and yeah my hair stay nappy
Living giving advice on living your life
Oh no, you don’t have to be stopped
I’m talking walking working
Inserting energy for certain, not an average person
Temple of hip-hop to hold the over boulder
Money folder for soldier, big up Tony Toker
I don’t bridge or poker, not a sauna soaker but come on over
Let’s make a plan to get free as we can
Cruisin’ the span of this land [?] in a new range rover
Get out the city my friend, they have no pity my friend
The way we treat each other is silly, my friend
When you consider the millions of men and women and children
We gotta raise the quality of living

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

[Verse 3: Ishues]
Music don’t make me, I make it then make it
Make sense, don’t it?
And if it don’t, you should spend some more contemplation on it
Moments of time spent honing my rhymes
Sent from only the divine, my purpose is mine
And mine alone to define despite your prospective vision
Or skeptic criticism or messed-up definition
I’m a servant of God, don’t ever mistake it
And your fate for all that faking, you can never escape it
I’m faceless and raceless, my message is ageless
I’m within all faces the same like with hatred
The Matrix was fake but how they make it so tight?
It’s a Mahalia Jackson, imitations of life

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

Taylor Swift – …Ready for It? (BloodPop® Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him
Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted
But if he’s a ghost, then I can be a phantom
Holdin’ him for ransom, some
Some boys are tryin’ too hard, he don’t try at all though
Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so
I see nothing better, I keep him forever
Like a vendetta-ta

[Pre-Chorus]
I, I, I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time
Are you ready for it?

[Verse 2]
Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me
Stealing hearts and running off and never sayin’ sorry
But if I’m a thief, then he can join the heist, and
We’ll move to an island, and
And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor
Every love I’ve known in comparison is a failure
I forget their names now, I’m so very tame now
Never be the same now, now

[Pre-Chorus]
I, I, I see how this is gon’ go
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-Island breeze and lights down low
No one has to know (no one has to know)

[Chorus]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams (Night, in my dreams)
You should see the things we do, baby (We’d do, baby)
In the middle of the night in my dreams (My dreams)
I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time
Are you ready for it?

[Post-Chorus]
Night, in my dreams
We’d do, baby
Yeah, in the middle of the night
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Let the games begin

[Outro]
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby

50 Cent – Still Think I’m Nothing (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
Oh yeah
Look at you, you lil’ dirty ass nigga you ain’t shit
Ouuh
Bongo By The Way

[Hook: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing
Yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now nigga
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
I’m up nigga

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
When you come up how I came up, life’s not gentle
See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
I prayed on it, God didn’t say nothing back
Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna’ take it
You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
If niggas want problems I’m sayin’ this no problem
I catch ’em on the late night and dearly depart ’em

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Look back
Look where we started from
It’s all the beginning
They ain’t tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it’s 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when…

[Hook: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing
Yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now nigga
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
I’m up nigga

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I remember all the shit you said to me ’cause it hurt me
Then it helped me ’cause then I was down to do the dirt
See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
And I got all kind of money now
Look what you made me
Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (GOD!)
From playin’ with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
That shit in the duPont REGISTRY’s in my yard
Somehow the bullshit shifted
Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
And I be like

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Look back
Look where we started from
It’s all the beginning
They ain’t tell me why we come this far
Now they feel it in the air
When it’s 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
Driving down the boulevard
I remember when…

[Hook: Jeremih & 50 Cent]
They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing
Yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now nigga
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
I’m up nigga

Marc E. Bassy – Til I Get Found

[Chorus]
If you love me, baby, cut me off
Leave me high and dry
That’s my bridge across
If you love me, baby, break me down
Leave me lost and all alone
Until I get found

[Verse 1]
24 karats of gold
Is how bright you shine
Girl, you’re the fairest
That I’ll ever find

[Pre-Chorus]
And I let go all the roster just to lock it down
But you won’t let go of all them dudes for me
And I got this lock and key but has your heart been found?
You will never open up for me
I told her

[Chorus]
If you love me, baby, cut me off
Leave me high and dry
That’s my bridge to cross
If you love me, baby, break me down
Leave me lost and all alone
Until I get found
‘Til I get found

[Post-Chorus]
‘Til I get found
‘Til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I
‘Til I get found
‘Til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I

[Verse 2]
You lay your head down across my chest
Look up with innocent eyes and say
"You know you love me the best"

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’ll let go all the roster just to lock you down
But you won’t let go of all them dudes for me
And I got this lock and key but has your heart been found?
You will never open up for me
I told her

[Chorus]
If you love me, baby, cut me off
Leave me high and dry
That’s my bridge to cross
If you love me, baby, break me down
Leave me lost and all alone
Until I get found
‘Til I get found

[Post-Chorus]
‘Til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I
‘Til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I
‘Til I get found
‘Til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I
‘Til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I, ’til I
‘Til I get found

[Chorus]
If you love me, baby, cut me off
Leave me high and dry
That’s my bridge to cross
If you love me, baby, break me down
Leave me lost and all alone
Until I get found
‘Til I get found

[Post-Chorus]
‘Til I get found
‘Til I get found

[Chorus]
If you love me, baby, cut me off
Leave me high and dry
That’s my bridge to cross
If you love me, baby, break me down
Leave me lost and all alone
Until I get found