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Beats International – Dub Be Good To Me

Friends tell me I am crazy
That I’m wasting time with you
You’ll never be mine
That’s not the way I see it

‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Whenever you’re with me
People always talk about reputation
I don’t care about your other girls

Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser
I don’t care what you do to them

Just be good to me
Friends seem to always listen
To the bad things that you do
You never do them to me

You may have many others
But I know when you’re with me
You are all mine
People always talk about reputation

I don’t care about your other girls
Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser

I don’t care what you do to them
Just be good to me

Love is a game of chances
So I’ll take my chance with you
And you boy won’t ever change
We talk about it and I’d

Rather have a piece of you
Than all or nothing
Just be good to me
In the morning

Just be good to me
In the afternoon all evening
Just be good to me
The time is calling

I won’t tie you down
When you need me
I’ll be around
I’ll be good to you

We could be together
Be together

Althea & Donna – Uptown Top Ranking

See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a ‘alter back
Sey mi gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin’ through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Christos Antoniadis – Pios bori (Кой Може Да !)

Να με φιλάς μη σταματάς κι η νύχτα δε μου φτάνει. Με το ταξίμι της καρδιάς κι ο πόνος θα πεθάνει. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί; Η νύχτα σπάει σα γυαλί στου έρωτα την πίστα. Και βγαίνω μ’ ένα σου φιλί απ’ του χαμού τη λίστα. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί;

Frank Zappa – A Little Green Rosetta

[Act III]

[after the song ends]
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth… And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…

[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]

[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
Betta
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta

Green rositti
A little green rositti
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there…really good)
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
[Etc….]

Good God! You’re really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World… we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people…who think that you re outta sight… And for the people in Spain…who think
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
Take eight…)

Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)

A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]

Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus… Causing the song to sound like this…

A little green rosetta

However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away… build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass… the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. I in listening to
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where
is five?

They’re pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
But it don’t make no difference
If they’re good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
[etc., etc., etc….]

AL MALKIN.
Zetta..

Easy Star All-Stars – Money (feat. Gary ‘Nesta’ Pine & Dollarman)

[Bong/Cough Intro]

Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you’re okay
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Money, get back
I’m all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

[Saxophone solo]

Money will make a good man bad, yah yah
Money will make ’nuff man bad, yah yah
Money will make bredren and bredren go to war
Forget about the good times
Don’t bodda let it change your ways
If you no careful it will make you lose your mind, yas!

If you worship it, destined fi a fall
Very addictive, watch, be selective
Nuh bodda sell ya soul, just fear de money
When Jah Jah come, ain’t nuttin’ funny
Cyan’t pay yuh way inna Mount Zion
Not if yah have not ’nuff love inna all ya heart my frien’, yah yas!

Nevah remember when dem used to beg a dollah
Nevah remember when dem used to dead fi hungah
Now dat dem get rich, dem gwan like big timah
Burn down de bridge dat dem cross ovah
Bwoy ya cyan rich today, and broke tomorruh
Don’t you know dat’s the way life go? Yes!

Money a money and friend a friend
Mi a not put no money before my bredren
Dem a rush in and a kill fi de dollah
Fi de love of money man a kill ‘im owna brodda

Powah is money, money is powah
Materialistically dem get cankah
It a the root of all evil
Ghetto youth, alla man – be a beggah no!
Don’t bodda mix up inna de bwoy dem suttin’
Boy if want trouble will get it, ‘pon de double
‘Pon de paypah chase, boy na watch no face
When every lickle ‘ting dem want fi done de place
Man a defend faith in dollah and cents, yah
No bodda play wit’ yuh life, yah mi friend!
Well well well – well…

Money will make a good man bad – yah yah yah yas
Money will make ’nuff man bad – yah yah yah yas
Money!

Money, it’s a crime
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it’s no surprise that they’re
Giving none away

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for abruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn’t get into number 2. He was asking
Why he wasn’t coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
Screaming and telling him why he wasn’t coming up on freely
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

Bebe Rexha – Naughty lyrics

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1]
I’ve been a good girl
I’ve been a good girl all week long
I’ve been a good girl
I’ve been a good girl, don’t make me wait so long
Baby, I’ma do it how I do it, don’t trip
You know that I don’t see no other, I’ll be ridin’ it for life
You and I, you and I
Baby, all night

[Pre-Chorus]
So, won’t you let me pour a drink?
Let me pour a drink all over my body
Let me do a dance, let me do a dance that you like
Baby, let me be naughty

[Chorus]
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Let me be naughty
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?

[Verse 2]
Baby, you’re my boss, you’re my boss, you’re my boss
You’re my baby, I’m your lady, I’m your lady tonight
And I’ma show you how I’ma do you right
I’ma do whatever, do whatever you like

[Pre-Chorus]
So, won’t you let me pour a drink?
Let me pour a drink all over my body
Let me do a dance, let me do a dance that you like
Baby, let me be naughty

[Chorus]
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Let me be naughty
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?

[Chorus]
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Let me be naughty
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?

Mariah Carey – Lil Snowman Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, my little snowman
He’s so cool this kinda time
[?]
Nothing’s gonna bring him down
All the people say that there ain’t no way
This Christmas he ain’t coming around
Oh, my little snowman
He’s the finest boy to me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
He’s got them pretty little eyes
And the biggest belly you’ve ever seen (ooh, ooh, ooh)
He’s got his hat to the back ’cause he’s cool like that
And they don’t know how he makes me feel

[Chorus]
Oh, my little snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me he ain’t for real
Baby, baby, my baby (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Baby, baby, my baby (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, my little snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me, he ain’t for real

[Post-Chorus]
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo

[Verse 2]
Oh, my little snowman
He’s so cool this kinda time (ooh, ooh, ooh)
[?]
Nothing’s gonna bring him down (ooh, ooh, ooh)
All the people say that there ain’t no way
This Christmas he ain’t coming around
Oh, my little snowman
He’s the finest boy to me (ooh, ooh, ooh)
He’s got them pretty little eyes
And the biggest belly you’ve ever seen (ooh, ooh, ooh)
He’s got his hat to the back ’cause he’s cool like that
And they don’t know how he makes me feel

[Chorus]
Oh, my little snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me he ain’t for real
Baby, baby, my baby (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Baby, baby, my baby (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, my little snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me, he ain’t for real

[Post-Chorus]
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo
Shoodoodoo

[Chorus]
Oh, my little snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me he ain’t for real
Baby, baby, my baby (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Baby, baby, my baby (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, my little snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t say my little snowman, he ain’t for real

Rachel Platten – Without You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Is it possible to love someone and to hate him at the same time?
Maybe you can help me understand
Since you’re so inside my mind
I see, see the way you look at me
So shocked like you know what’s happening

[Pre-Chorus]
Finally I’m on my side, and you don’t like me now
Can I tell that I’m just as mad at me as you are?
Can I tell you it’s breaking my heart?

[Chorus]
But I need to love me, and you make it hard to
I need to put me, a little above you
You keep taking, you’re always taking
Well I’ll be takin’ care of you
So I need to love me, love me without you
Love me without you
I need to love me without you

Oh!

[Verse 2]
Sorry I don’t wanna cut you out
Sorry am I really sayin’ this aloud?
My body is feelin’ kinda sick now
Cause what I’m saying
Sorry you’re the one that puts me down
Drainin’ them, feeling me whipped out
Honestly, it’s like you’re trying to lift my crown

[Pre-Chorus]
I, I know it’s true
But you look at me hurting, and I feel so pulled over
It’s like I’m breaking my own heart

[Chorus]
But I need to love me, and you make it hard to
I need to put me a little above you
You keep taking you’re always taking
Well I’ll be takin’ care of you
So I need to love me, love me without you
Love me without you
I need to love me without you

[Post-Chorus]
Don’t you make this about you
I just need to love me, and you make it hard to
So I need to love me, love me without you

[Bridge]
Yeah
Mm mm
(without you)

[Final Chorus]
I need to love me, you make it hard to
I need to put me, little above you
You keep takin’, you’re always takin’
Well I’ll be takin’ care of you
So I need to love me, love me without you
Love me without you
I need to love me without you
Don’t you make this about you
I just need to love me, and you make it hard to
I need to love me, love me without you

Kodak Black – Snap Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
I hit rock bottom
Thought I was never gon’ come up bih
For real though, thank you Lord

[Verse]
Thank you lord I’m here, I never imagined this
It’s Lil’ Kodak Black, bitch come capture this
I ain’t puttin’ up with that, no I ain’t havin’ it
Been showin’ too much love, no more after this
They told me I’m a star, actin’ like I’m average
‘Cause I be rappin’ but I don’t be on that rappin’ shit
I still be in the hood, tote my strap and shit
Stop that flaggin’, that’s how shit be happenin’
Last time I let you slide, I’ma whoop yo’ ass for this
Save the choke sandwich in my mattress
Aye, where them yellow bones?
I don’t want no black bitch
I’m already black, I don’t need no black bitch
Put yo’ hands up if you a bad bitch
Bae let’s go and blow a check at Saks Fifth
I said “I love you”, I was just on that yak bitch
Girl you know I’m bein’ sarcastic
I bag her then I’m gone with daddy shit
Girl don’t call my phone with that and shit
Fuck it, I don’t owe a nigga shit
I been out here thuggin’ since a jit
Remember we was strugglin’ in the bricks
Nigga had to go and hit a lick
I was throwin’ rocks in the ditch
Now I’m throwin’ rocks at the chaingang
I just wanna gain and maintain
Ain’t nothin’ change, it’s still the same damn thing
New year but ain’t a damn thing changed
Still in traffic, road runnin’, switchin’ lanes
State to state, I’m breakin’ the bank
Went to BA then I went to Chase
Only hang around with niggas who gon’ crank
Only hang around with niggas who don’t think
Niggas out here takin’ chances everyday
Niggas out here wildin’ but they people straight
Can’t say no to drugs, I be smokin’ dank
Don’t let Kodak in here he gon’ stink up the place
I’m so God damn high, I can’t feel my face
I’m so God damn high, I just might stick up the place
First I start my day off with a wake and bake
I ain’t workin’ out but I be shakin’ weight
Now my lawyer hollerin’ “Pay me”
‘Cause I got court December 7th
Just in case them crackers slay me
Girl I’ma come and get you pregnant
Just tell my baby boy his dad a legend
Just don’t let him be like me, ’cause I don’t learn my lesson
I was already a felon once they let me out my mama belly
Got a telly in my cell, I’m smokin’ reggie with my celly
Yeah I’m young and reckless
I just stole a Lexus just to flex it
Hit the scene, still in full on Ree’s and I ain’t even sell it
I’m a street nigga after paper
I be snappin’, I be scammin’
They used to call me Lil’ Duffle cause I’m a young hustler
Nigga I bring that check in
Uh uh
I’m a lil’ motherfucker, I’m fuckin’ on ya mammy
Slidin’ in a Infinity
Down here, we call that bih a FinFin
Yeah, man they leaked my goddamn song and I wasn’t even finished
Young nigga, I’m dufflin’, yeah, I’m gettin’ to them Benji’s
Mind yo motherfuckin’ business
Windows tinted, I think this my car
I think this shit rented
Windows tinted, I think this a new one
I think this a rental
Everything orange, I’m smokin’ cantaloupe

[Outro]
Thank ya Lord
I swear I ain’t never expected this before
I ain’t shit, so why you sendin’ me all these blessings?
Roadrunnin’, tunnel vision, I been speedin’ with no limit for it
But I ain’t never thought that it could get this far
First they wanted me to win, I had all the support
But once I won, they don’t love me no more
‘Cause they wanted me to win, but they ain’t want for me to get this far
They say “No, no I ain’t mean for you to get that far”
Drop a nigga girlfriend off to school in a Jaguar
Drop a nigga bitch to work in a Jaguar

Kodak Black – Down South Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know you from the Bronx
Heard it’s cold, it’s like my heart
Let me book ya a first class flight to Florida where it’s hot
I’ma take ya down south, show you what I’m rappin’ ’bout
Young niggas, 14, permanent golds in they mouth
I be jumpin’ on these beats, remember sleepin’ on the couch
Every nigga in these streets know about me, they can vouch
I’m still wearin’ Ree’s like I’m still out here sellin’ rock
Like my Ree’s, you gon’ let me tie ya down or you not?
When you wanna vacate, MIA is the spot
Where you hop on jet skis, niggas ridin’ on yachts
Four wheelers, cuban links, niggas hoppin’ out the drop
Show ya ’round the Noya, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause girl you got me singin’
I feel like I’m figulatin’
I might switch my occupation and just open up a bakery
‘Cause every night, we cakin’
Girl you sweeter than Miss Allie
I might eat ya like a paste, and keep ya like my .380
Say I been trippin’ lately
I been in my feelings lately
I ain’t even been jiggin’, while they stickin’, we conversatin’
I ain’t been trickin’ with these bitches even though you ain’t my lady
We ain’t seal the deal but I’ma keep it real and be patient
I’m runnin’ with them Z’s, remember dancin’ with the devil
You 26, but I’m 2613 forever
Young rebel but I’m clever
I don’t get too sentimental
Now I got you where I want you
I know the spot like a freckle
I know what it is now
I know how I feel now
I wanna build now, me with you
Call me on the FaceTime
Heard it through the grapevine, that I wanna plant my seed with you
You gon’ make me change my ways
Postin’ on my page, WCW
I want you to be my main
I don’t want no one but you

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

Kodak Black – Right Now Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I need to vibe ’cause I’m [?] right now
So I’m firin’ up the crypt right now
Cause I’m higher than a bih right now
I’ll turn this whole shit upside down

Stop lyin’ on ya dick
If you hit her, then you hit
Stop lyin’ on a bih
Everybody know ya snitched
Stop ridin’ on my dick, why you worried ’bout me?
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Fuck the law, I ain’t worried ’bout a plea
Fuck the alphabet, boy I just copped a QP
See me when ya see me, it’s Lil’ K to the B
On my Kyocera, my lick just called me for them D’s
I’m on E, pockets full, I’m on E
Ski with the Ree’s, I could pull a couple G
Ten toes down, I can put you on yo’ feet
Don’t slow me down, roadrunnin’ full speed
So high, I never felt like this
I’m so high, I’m ’bout to beat my bitch
I’m so high, it got my teeth grindin’
But fuck it, I’m just gon’ keep slidin’, ’cause the beat ridin’
I used to swim in the money, now I’m deep divin’
I swear I’m higher than a bih, it got me freestylin’
She say “Boy I never felt like this”
I told her “Shut up and eat my dick”
Aye pass the joint, you know sharin’ is carin’
I’m so high, I’m just sittin’ here starin’
(Kodak what you lookin’ at? You zoned out)
‘Bout that money, I’ll shoot out to Maryland
All these books, you’d think I’m a librarian
I bumped into a powerhouse, [?]
You keep grindin’, you can get a McLaren

[Interlude]

Mariah Carey – Lil Snowman lyrics

Oh! I there !
Ooh my lil snowman
He’s the finest boy to me
He’s got them pretty little eyes
And the biggest belly you’ve ever seen
He’s got his hat to the back
Cause he’s cool like that
And they don’t know how he makes me feel

Ooh my lil snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me he ain’t for real
Baby, baby, my baby
Ooh ooh ooh

Eklips – Holding on Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t know (know…)
It’s like I’m trapped in a fever
Damning my soul
Just hoping once for a breather

[Chorus]
I tried again
I tried again
Yet I’m stuck inside a game where I just loose and never win
No time to waste
No time to waste
With every tick your [?] like my dreams just run away
So I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to all I am
Still I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to all I am

[Verse 2]
With all I hope
Just hoping I never crumble
Like cracks in a wall
Stuck in the rain and the thunder

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3]
TO DO

[Outro]
I tried again
I tried
Yet I’m stuck inside a game where I just loose and never win
No time to waste
No time to waste
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to all I am
Yes I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to all I am

Robbie Williams – Go Mental Lyrics

[Intro: Robbie Williams, Big Narstie]
Base, b-b-b-base
Base, base
Hello, hi
How you mean?

[Verse 1: Robbie Williams]
Bang, bang, gonna do it big
I was born to die but I chose to live
Bang, bang, all in your face
Walk on in like I own the place
Bang, bang, no dignity
I’m gonna lay you out like 1, 2, 3
Bang, bang, I’ll tell you boy
It’s gonna be a long summer

[Hook: Big Narstie, Robbie Williams]
(How you mean?) From the left to the right
(Shout!) To the people down below
(Yo) Are you having a good time, or do you just not know?
(Turn up, throw it up) From the front to the back
Sing along with me
Everybody’s coming just a little temperamental
Everybody in the place go mental

[Chorus: Atlantic Horns, Big Narstie]
The world’s going crazy, can’t stop it
They’ve been pulling me, squeezing me, feeling me and I love it
Go mental
The world’s in my head and it’s spinning
The rhythm of life is unkind but I keep grinning
Go mental

[Verse 2: Robbie Williams]
Bang, bang, I shot you dead
Put you down and went to bed
Bang, bang, all over town
I cocked a verse and then I shot you down
Bang, bang, no dignity
I’ll be a playful beast and you’re history
Bang, bang, I’ll get you boy
It’s gonna be the longest summer

[Chorus: Atlantic Horns]
The world’s going crazy, can’t stop it
They’ve been pulling me, squeezing me, feeling me and I love it
The world’s in my head and it’s spinning
The rhythm of life is unkind but I keep grinning

[Verse 3: Big Narstie]
Lyrical [?]
[?]
Majorly gassed like R Kelly wearing pink [?]
I will upon them all up like Iniesta
Man is gonna turn up (Base)
Big zaggers, man is gonna burn one (Base)
Hello, hi, cuz I’m giving them vibes
Brit-exit, peak times
BD-BDL
BD-BDL
BDL
Mandem, mandem
Raise some fucking hell (Base Defence League)

[Chorus: Atlantic Horns, Robbie Williams]
The world’s going crazy, can’t stop it
They’ve been pulling me, squeezing me, feeling me and I love it
Go mental
The world’s in my head and it’s spinning
The rhythm of life is unkind but I keep grinning
Everybody’s coming just a little temperamental
Everybody in the place go mental

Yo Gotti – Around the World Lyrics

[Intro: Children Singing]
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la

[Chorus: Children & Yo Gotti]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my, where I’m from
Right back to the Crest
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my trap
Right back to my slums

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I just left Dubai
I just left Hawai’i
I just left, I just left NY
Headed to M-I-A, hey
I just left the bank
Headed to LA
I just left all my dogs a plate
Put ’em on a plane
Passport, I just left UK
Hustlin’ out the States
I got weight
Yah they call it freight
Hood call it yay, yay
I can prolly say that I ain’t never took the stand
My lil, Asian bitch she do my feet she from Japan (ayy)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Children]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Where you from Gotti (Gotti)
Why your hoes exotic (why)
Why your car foreign (skrt skrt)
What your jewelry doin’ [?]
What your fashion be
Bitch why you askin’ me (huh)
‘Cause you a drug dealer
Why you look like fashion week
This outfit a half a brick and they come from Milan
I can’t rock no skinnies, it won’t hold my gun
I got a Chinese bitch a Chinese Uzi
Say her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
Told her I’ma put her on to Lil Boosie
Introduce her to the gangsta music

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I been ’round the world
Rappers and their drug life
2Pac, Outlawz, yah this Thug Life

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Children]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

[Outro: Yo Gotti & Children]
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

Hailee Steinfeld & Alesso – Let Me Go (Personal Collection) (feat. Florida Georgia Line & Watt)

[Verse 1: Hailee Steinfeld]
You made plans and I, I made problems
We were sleeping back to back
We know this thing wasn’t built to last
Good on paper, picture perfect
Chased the high too far, too fast
Picket white fence, but we paint it black

[Pre-Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you
Ooh, and I wish you wouldn’t wait for me but you always do

[Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
Someone you don’t have to change
I’ve been hoping
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go
I’ve been hoping
Someone will love you, let me go

[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
It’s been some time, but this time ain’t even
I can leave it in the past
But you’re holding on to what you never had
It’s good on paper, picture perfect
Chased the high too far, too fast
Picket white fence, but we paint it black

[Pre-Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you
Ooh, and I wish you would have waited for me but you always do

[Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
Someone you don’t have to change
I’ve been hoping
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go
I’ve been hoping
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Someone will love you, let me go

[Outro: Hailee Steinfeld]
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
Someone you don’t have to change
I’ve been hoping
Someone will love you, let me go

Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

Rapsody – Power (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Lance Skiiiwalker)

[Hook/Chorus]
I feel your energy “feel your energy”
It’s coming through “it’s coming through”
Took me a century “a century”
To get next to you “to get next to you”
Plus make some enemies “enemies”
Invested in you “invest in you”
So, I feel your energy “I feel your energy”
Invested, pursue “ooo ooo, I never read the 48 Laws”

[Verse 1 – Rapsody]
The power of the dussy make a grown man cry
The day I came up out my mama I saw a grown man cry
They say it has magic powers, even Magic ain’t die
Wake you up out ya sleep to take a 3am car ride
He said the booty the only thing between him and God
They love the booty, sacrifice they family and job
Badge make police feel powerful in the hood
Guns make us feel powerful but they don’t do no good
I know my blackness powerful and they don’t like that
I know some n—-s sold theirs, sit back and watch ’em tap dance
Bombs over Baghdad to have a flag to brag bout
Don’t make you a big boy, cus you got a nice Stack
Carolina home boy, you know we keep a Stackhouse
Thats power when you know the game, I’m feeling like a Champ now
I went the rap route, homie get out the trap house
I want the power to be able rap bout, what I rap bout
Black child
God, love and textiles
Point, blank decimal
Steph Curry projectile
I saw the goal from 8 miles
With every stone you threw I picked it up and built a powerhouse
Caught a case
I got murder in my profile
N—-s still billin’ me
See, that’s just the appeal in me
Respek on my name
Why yall n—-s so emotional?
Power

[Hook/Chorus]
I feel your energy “feel your energy”
It’s coming thru “it’s coming thru”
Took me a century “a century”
To get next to you “to get next to you”
Plus make some enemies “enemies”
Invested in you “invest in you”
So, I feel your energy “i feel your energy”
Invested, pursue “ooo ooo, I never read the 48 Laws”

[Verse 2 – Rapsody]
Power up with the word
I got it from my God
He said a good shephard don’t trip over what they heard
Let em talk the talk until the night you choose to go and purge
I came up when the rest of you struggled and failed to flourish
Conversations with florist
She said I’m good as herbs
Get em high, get em high from the hood to the suburbs
No one can take your power even if a storm occurred
It ain’t man made, but whether or not you paid don’t help or hurt
It’s a perk
Jamla Squad written on my shirt
I got a lane but all the lines around me dotted I can merge
I can do what you can but you can’t do the same with words
As I, now watch my street cred go multiply
They say the streets respect a real one
No one’s as real as I
It’s just me and young blood this where I get all of my power
The night I got a chain from Mr Flowers
I gave it back when I got done rappin’ the same hour
I ain’t Five Percent, ‘less we talkin the top emcees
And I’m in the top of that the rest beneath me all cowards
When I spit, look around, it’s meteor showers
I watch the stars fall, fall, fall, see this what you call Power

[Verse 3 – Kendrick Lamar]
Let’s talk about Power
Let’s talk about your and ours that made the allowance
Let’s talk about hundred-thousand kids ravin’ and bouncin
Cravin’ and drownin in words the day I pronounced it
Let’s talk about Power
Let’s talk about do’ers and dont’ers
The house I built when I was homeless and sleepin in corner
Sharin’ coronas and black and milds
Donuts in el caminos
Talkin’ loud, Scrappin’ corners
Residue every mornin’
Talk about legacy
Let’s talk about the life of celebrity
Verses integrity
Curse the first one that thirst for necessity
Searching for equity
Verses the earth that birthed us indefinitely
Verse the verse I wrote in jeopardy
Surfin’ the laws of the universe and destiny
Church and a God is the only thing that’s been ‘head
AW! Let’s talk about my power and golden showers
Granted to be on your cameras and store counters
He’s banana’s, competitive, we can dance
Siege the damage, no more fo’ he peed his pants
My second LP had real n—-s on POTUS lawn
The seven grammys is at my Grannys and Heaven arms
I’m in Jamaica like “WAH GAWIN” my feet is out
My hair is long and patois coming out my mouth
Me, I go outdoors it’s time to bless up erryuhn’
Rude boy, me, I worry bout it fearless’
I shot n—-s then shot movies ten years later
Dear God, why you show me so much favor?
Amongst the haters and wickedness
Deliver this child from evil convictions and friviless
Debates about who’s the prominent emcee of the millennium
And it’s all for the benjamins
And I’m all of yalls nemsis
And I’m all in all happy none of yall can fathom who Kendrick is
The only one that did wrote book of Genesis
M———-r, thats Power

SZA – Supermodel

[Intro]
That is my greatest fear
That if, if I lost control
Or did not have control, things would just, you know
I would be… fatal

[Verse 1]
I’m writing this letter to let you know
I’m really leaving
And no, I’m not keeping your shit
Heard you got some new homies
Got some new hobbies
Even a new hoe too
Maybe she can come help you
Maybe she can come lick you after we’re done
What’s done is done
I don’t want nothing else to do with it
Let me tell you a secret
I been secretly banging your homeboy
Why you in Vegas all up on Valentine’s Day?
Why am I so easy to forget like that?
It can’t be that easy for you to get like that
Oh no she didn’t
Ooh yes I did
Oh no she didn’t
I’ll do it again

[Chorus]
Leave me lonely for prettier women
You know I need too much attention for shit like that
You know you wrong for shit like that
I could be your supermodel if you believe
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I don’t see myself
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you

[Verse 2]
Ooh, just get a load of them, they got chemistry
All they could say, we like brother and sister
Look so good together
Bet they fuckin’ for real
And they was right
That’s why I stayed with ya
The, the dick was too good
It made me feel good
For temporary love
You was a temporary lover

[Chorus]
Leave me lonely for prettier women
You know I need too much attention for shit like that
You know you wrong for shit like that
I could be your supermodel if you believe
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I don’t see myself
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PRETTYMUCH – Open Arms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
You know where to find me

Warm Brew – Stretch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amine – Squeeze

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nicki Minaj – Motor Sport lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cardi B – Motor Sport lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TY DOLLA SIGN – Stare lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TY DOLLA SIGN – Don’t Sleep On Me lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lud Foe – Fallin’ Out Lyrics

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