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Dierks Bentley – Woman, Amen

[Verse 1]
I’d lose my way and I’d lose my mind
If I faced one day on my own
I know I was saved
The night that she gave this drifter’s heart a home

[Chorus]
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
I’ll never say near enough
Thank God for this woman, Amen

[Verse 2]
This world has a way of shaking your faith
I’ve been broken again and again
But I need all the cracks in my shattered heart
Cause that’s where her love gets in

[Chorus]
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
I’ll never say near enough
Thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me faith
She gives me grace
She gives me hope
She gives me strength
She gives me love
Love without end
Thank God for this woman, Amen

[Bridge]
Thanks for the moon and the stars up above
Forgiveness’ a sin in your undying love
Every twist every turn for the way you made sure
All my roads led to home

[Chorus]
So tonight I will fall down on my knees
Cause Lord knows how lucky I am
I’m gonna shout at the top of my lungs
Thank God for this woman, Amen
And thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me faith
She gives me grace
She gives me hope
She gives me strength
She gives me love
Love without end
Thank God for this woman, Amen

Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Hah, know I’m saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
Uh-wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I’m selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
[?]
I’m back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

MoneyBagg Yo – Questions

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 1]
Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Prayin’, hope they get lucky
Hopin’ I crack
Nah, I’ll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other niggas’ affidavits
Why you sing with Gotti, ain’t you the mob?
You know you wrong
What you doin’ it for the money or something?
What you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean is I’m tryna get on?
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
Cause nigga I’m grown
See real niggas link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And niggas can’t tell me who to fuck with
Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
And I’m the type of nigga smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 2]
Mad ‘cause I got my ass in
Same nigga talkin’, same nigga would’ve broke the pen
I’ma shoot my thirty-two, that’s why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga’s skin
Will take off a nigga’s head, I’m like fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media actin’ like you do, but don’t want smoke?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post
All on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain’t with it
What you ridin’? how you livin’?
How much you got? What you spending?
Who you rock with? who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain’t with the questions, you need to stop it

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

Russ – Flip

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
You were talking all that motherfucking shit
We see everyone, we been keeping a list

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)

[Verse 1]
People hating on me, that’s a trend
Big Tim gonna deck you, that’s a friend
Peep my middle finger, that’s a Benz
All my women mixed, that’s a blend
Blow a 100k, I don’t feel a thing, let me pop my shit
People coming at me from all angles, gotta watch my six (woah)
Y’all are checking scores (woah)
I’m just scoring checks (woah)
Y’all say less is more (woah)
Put that myth to rest
Ain’t no flipping back and forth, stay the fuck away from me
You can’t get a beat or hook or verse so fucking wait for me
I see all the hate for me, I been keeping inventory
If we run into each other, please don’t switch your story

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
You were talking all that motherfucking shit (bitch)
We see everyone, we been keeping a list (we all see)

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Talking and being broke, that’s all y’all are good for
Mad ’cause your bookkeepers keep saying you need to get booked more
Your lack of success is not my fault, with your crying ass
Spreading rumors ’bout me, bitch you reaching with your lying ass
Price, I just swipe, its been two years since I’ve looked
If you hate but you follow, you’re a fan, that’s understood
You got million dollar goals, but your work ethic’s a penny
I take trips around the world, you still taking trips to Denny’s
That’s your budget? That’s so sad, you’re like thirty and some change
If you’re hating, just be patient, I got way more on the way
You so salty that I’m popping, my success is pepper spray
Pick a side, pick a side, once you pick it better stay

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
You were talking all that motherfucking shit (yeah)
We see everyone, we been keeping a list (we see you too)

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip

A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Declan McKenna – Listen To Your Friends (Live Footage Video)

Don’t call me out, ’cause I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed for this again
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me

I bet you only listen to your friends
I’m talking like I can pretend
But I feel better when
You tell me that I always have to go
You tell me what I want to know
And I’ll feel better for it

But I know sometimes it’s hard for me to say
I love you every other day
You pour my heart away

And sometimes I’m scared of what they’ve done
So I look how far we’ve come
You think you don’t have to put up a fight, but you might as well
So I tell you everything you won’t admit
You tell me you don’t care one bit
And I’ll feel better for it

Look online
Do ten minutes of research and in turn find
The problem is poor kids who want holidays in term time
The problem is poor kids who can’t afford the train fare
So we up the train fare and charge them for not paying the train fare
The problem is welfare
And the problem is free healthcare
‘Cause it’s unfair and if it’s gone it’s welfare
The problem is drugs
The problem is free love and free hugs
So stay in fear
Do some drugs and stay here

Well I said go on then!
But God bless the weatherman
Who has gone out of business since the psychoactive substance ban
The gateway has sent him back
From bulk-buying NOS to selling crack
The problem rose and a rich man suggested it
Over his lunchtime snack
So we ban the produce and its a bit of a nuisance really

"Don’t waste your time", I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed today, okay?
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me
Please trust in me
Please trust in me

The Smiths – Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before

[Chorus]
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
…Only
Slightly, only slightly less
Than I used to, my love

[Verse 1]
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, Buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied because I never? I never!
Who said I’d lied because I never?

[Verse 2]
I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen
And broke my knee
(and then he really laced into me)
Friday night in Out-patients
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied? – Because I never, I never
Who said I’d lied? – Because I never
Oh, so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor…
… I drank more

[Chorus]
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before
Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
… Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love

Eurythmics – Don’t Ask Me Why

[Verse 1]
Miracle of miracles
Look what the night dragged in
It’s a pocket full of misery
And trouble on the wind

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You spoiled the best years of your life
You took them all in vain
Now you think that you’re forgiven
But you can’t be born again

[Chorus]
And you say, why
You say, why
You say, why
Don’t ask me, why

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t think I ever did
And if you ever had
Any kind of love for me
You kept it all so well hid

[Verse 2]
Promises, sweet promises
You kept them from your mind
Like all the lost forgotten things
You never seemed to find

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Like all the disappointments
You displayed upon your shelf
Now you’ve got no-one to turn to
You’ve got no-one but yourself

[Chorus]
And you say, why
You say, why
You say, why
Don’t ask me, why

[Post-Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t think I ever did
And if you ever had
Any kind of love for me
You kept it all so well hid

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You spoiled the best years of your life
You took them all in vain
Now you think that you’re forgiven
But you can’t be born again

[Chorus](2x)
And you say, why
Why, why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why

I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore

[Chorus](2x)
And you say, why
You say, why
You say, why
Don’t ask me, why

Tyga – Temperature

Yeah I know when you outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah I know when you outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
Yeah I, I could feel the
Temperature, temperature

I pick you up in the Bently truck
Come outside
Hit me up when you need some downtime
Damn girl, it’s about time
Off at 4, I want to see you around 5
Around 4:45 I’ll be on my way
I’m on my way, come outside
Baby girl you’ll never doubt mine
I lost my watch but I still found time

And you’re hot and cold, that makes you warm
Let your ex man stay in the storm
When you don’t have to force it, it’s a force
All I ever want is more

Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
Yeah I
Said I, get you so high
You might die if you fall yeah

And what’s left of love if I give you all of me be patient
And when you need space, I give you a spaceship
Take all the space you need yeah
Face your freedom
With the face you still be mine
Before we lay we lie
I get you so wet you come clean
Oh ahhh

Yeah, I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
Yeah I, said I get you so high
You might die if you fall

And you’re hot and cold that makes you warm
Let your ex man stay in the storm
When you don’t have to force it, it’s a force
All I ever want is more

And I cannot protect you when you flex so far away
I remember when I met you
The thought of sex was so far away
All I wanted was to talk to you
Thought it be cool to tell you what I thought of you
You radiant, you vibrant, intelligent
You know I’m not like him
I’m more like lighting
You’re like fire, it’s frightening

Yeah I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Yeah, I know when you’re outside
I could feel the temperature rise
Temperature, temperature
yeah I, said I get you so high, you might die if you fall

McFly – Party Girl

[Intro]
Now let’s party

[Verse 1: Danny Jones]
The clock hit twelve
She entered the room
But if looks could kill
Then we all would be doomed
After just one kiss
You’re not able to move
From her venomous lips
And her poison perfume, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tom Fletcher]
She started swaying so sexy
And looking at me and it got me
Caught in her mind control
This place is prison
I’m chained up
I give up
And I’m at her mercy
She wouldn’t let me go

[Chorus: Danny Jones]
She said she likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl (oh oh, oh oh)
She don’t care for nobody else
She’s in her own world (oh oh)
I love this little party girl (oh)
I love this little party girl (oh)
She’s such a little party girl

[Verse 2: Danny Jones]
I, I gotta leave this room
‘Cause it’s starting to spin
But there’s no escape from this mess that I’m in
She can’t resist the temptation of sin
So pull you collar up
Before she sinks her teeth in, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tom Fletcher]
She started swaying so sexy
And looking at me and it got me
Caught in her mind control
This place is prison
I’m chained up
I give up
And I’m at her mercy
She wouldn’t let me go

[Chorus: Danny Jones]
She said she likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl (oh oh, oh oh)
She don’t care for nobody else
She’s in her own world (oh oh)
And I love this little party girl (oh)
I love this little party girl (oh)
She’s such a little party girl

[Bridge: Danny Jones]
I love this little party girl
Yeah!

[Chorus 2: Danny Jones]
She likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl (oh oh, oh oh)
She don’t care for nobody else
She’s in her own world (oh oh)
And I love this little party girl (oh)
(She likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl)
I love this little party girl (oh)
(She likes to dance all by herself
‘Cause she’s a party girl)
She’s such a little party girl

Madonna – American Life (Uncensored)

[Refrain]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

[Verse 1]
I tried to be a boy
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess
I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong
That’s why I wrote this song

[Break]
This type of modern life, is it for me?
This type of modern life, is it for free?

[Verse 2]
So, I went into a bar
Looking for sympathy
A little company
I tried to find a friend
It’s more easily said
It’s always been the same

[Break]
This type of modern life, is not for me
This type of modern life, is not for free

[Chorus]
American life
I live the American dream
You are the best thing I’ve seen
You are not just a dream

[Verse 3]
I tried to stay ahead
I tried to stay on top
I tried to play the part
But somehow I forgot
Just what I did it for
And why I wanted more

[Break]
This type of modern life, is it for me?
This type of modern life, is it for free?

[Refrain]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?

[Chorus]
American life
I live the American dream
You are the best thing I’ve seen
You are not just a dream

[Verse 4]
I tried to be a boy
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess
I tried to be the best
I tried to find a friend
I tried to stay ahead
I tried to stay on top
Fuck it

[Refrain]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I going to be a star?

[Break]
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it

[Verse 5]
I’m drinking a soy latte
I get a double shot-e
It goes right through my body, and you know I’m satisfied
I drive my mini cooper, and I’m feeling super-dooper
Yo, they tell I’m a trooper, and you know I’m satisfied
I do yoga and pilates, and the room is full of hotties
So I’m checking out the bodies, and you know I’m satisfied
I’m digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic’s shit is dope, and if all this can give me hope
You know I’m satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager, an agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant, and a driver, and a jet
A trainer, and a butler, and a bodyguard, or five
A gardener and a stylist
Do you think I’m satisfied?
I’d like to express my extreme point of view
I’m not Christian and I’m not a Jew
I’m just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing Is what it seems

[Outro]
Do I have to change my name?
Am I gonna be a star?
Do I have to change my name?
Am I gonna be a star?
Do I have to change my name?

Quincey White – Los Scandalous Times

[VERSE 1]
MENTALLY ENSLAVED, TIRED OF THIS LIVIN’
A MAN WITHOUT NO MONEY IS A MAN WITH NO AMBITION
I CANT HANG WITH NIGGAS THATS CONTENT WIT BEING BROKE
THE TYPE TO NOT DROP ON A SACK BUT WANNA BEG TO HIT MY SMOKE
KICK ROCKS, GOTTA PRAY TO GOD TO GET IN THIS SPOT
HANGIN WIT MY HOMIES FROM MY HOOD NOT ONES IN HIPHOP
WE OFF ELSEGUNDO BETTA KEEP MY NAME UP OUT YO CONVO
BEFORE I SEND SOME CONVICTS TO YO CONDO
SWAY AINT PUT A MILLION UP CAUSE THAT AINT WHAT I SIGNED FO
BUT YOU CAN COUNT A BODY THO FOR EVERY SINGLE RHYME WROTE
MENACE TO SOCIETY WHEN I JUST GO OFF, SKINNY NIGGA LOOKIN LIKE THE BEARDED O-DOG
COP A 40, POP A 40 THEN I SHOW THE TAPE, ALL GAS TO THAT BAG WE DONT KNO THE BREAKS
WHOLE COAST IS ON MY BACK BUT I CAN HOLD THE WEIGHT,
EVENTHO IM UNDERWEIGHT, NIGGAS KNO ITS OVER WAIT…
WOOOO, PLEASE GIVE EM TIME TO BREATHE, APPLYING PRESSURE LIKE A PYTHON WHEN IT SQUEEZE
MY SENTENCES LIKE THE MOST VENOMOUS BITE, YOU SWEETER THAN CINNAMON ME I LIVE A SINISTERS LIFE
THIS LIFE AS MR.WHITE

[Chorus]
ONE SHOTTA, GUN POPPA,
LOAD UP THAT CHOPPA,
LET THAT BITCH OFF THEN YOU GON NEED A DOCTOR
YOU BATI BOYS KNO WE CARRY THEM TOOLS
PLAY WITH MY FAM GUARANTEE YOU GON LOSE
LOS SCANDALOUS
LAND OF THEM BANGAS
WHERE NIGGAS IS DYING FOR TWISTEN UP FANGAS
BULLETS IS NAMELESS, ACTIONS WAS RETALIATION
WAS BORN & ILL DIE LIKE A GANGSTA!

[VERSE 2]
EVENTUALLY WE ROSE, LIKE ROSES OUT THE CONCRETE
ALL THIS WORK WE BEEN PUTTIN IN LATELY NEED A TIME SHEET
A PENNY PINCHER KEEP THE BENTLEY BUSTA
TILL IM PAID IN FULL, A RAGING BULL JIMMY BUTLER THATS FOR ANY SUCKA
I SEE THE FEDS WHEN IM SCROLLING DOWN MY TIMELINE
& FBI SURVEILLANCE VAN WHEN SEARCHING FOR SOME WIFI
THE STREETS REALLY GETTIN SCANDALOUS IS IT?
FUCK A WIRE SNITCHES WEARING JEWELRY BIG MEDALLION WIT A CAMERA IN IT
FOR THE WAR IM WELL PREPARED NIGGA, NEED A COMB FOR ALL THESE HAIR TRIGGERS
COKE THE ONLY SQUARES WIT US
FANS IS THE FEINS NOW WE DONE SWITCHED THE HUSTLE UP
CAUSE WITH THESE BARS IM WAY ABOVE THE BAR LIKE A MUSCLE UP
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH THEM BENJAMINS RUNNIN
WHEN IM OLD IMA LOOK YOUNG LIKE IM BENJAMIN BUTTON
I AINT INTO THE CLUBBIN, HEADLINING ALL THIS STADIUM SHIT
TELL PROMOTERS DIG INTO THAT BUDGET
CAUSE ITS TIME TO PAY THEY DUE, WHAT I DO I GET PAID TO DO
I FOUND 2Pac RAP BOOK AND TOOK OUT A PAGE OR TWO
NOWADAYS NIGGAS A CALL YOU FAKE FOR STAYING TRUE
COULD SPAR WITH THE COLES AND KENDRICK LAMARS ON PAYPERVIEW

[Chorus]
ONE SHOTTA, GUN POPPA,
LOAD UP THAT CHOPPA,
LET THAT BITCH OFF THEN YOU GON NEED A DOCTOR
YOU BATI BOYS KNO WE CARRY THEM TOOLS
PLAY WITH MY FAM GUARANTEE YOU GON LOSE
LOS SCANDALOUS
LAND OF THEM BANGAS
WHERE NIGGAS IS DYING FOR TWISTEN UP FANGAS
BULLETS IS NAMELESS, ACTIONS WAS RETALIATION
WAS BORN & ILL DIE LIKE A GANGSTA!

Rexx Life Raj – Level Up

[Intro]
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out
On your lovin’

[Verse 1]
Pull up, I’mma pull up again
Poppin’ that big shit
Checking my goals, and everything on my wishlist
Gave them a chance, they end up go back to my shitlist
Hoppin’ your niggas like we was hoppin’ them fences
Running for rollers, running for demons
I got the world on my shoulders
Everybody my friend now, don’t like your motives
Fuck you if you doubt it, fuck you if you hold us, ya

[Hook]
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
Now look at how the stars align
You know that it takes some time, no waitin’
I’d rather be out the way
I’ve been doing overtime again
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again

[Verse 2]
Look, hey
And you know I’m coming hard than I did before
King me bitch, I made me it all the way across the board
Never snore, never snooze
Tell ’em if you learn from your L’s, you can never lose
Never had the [?] cosigned, don’t me the alley-oop
But you couldn’t tell bruh ’cause my number’s been through the roof
Raji the man now, that word around town
Come to your show you sound much better on Soundcloud
Thought you was poppin’, if you look at your Insta
Then we see you in person your buzz is so non-existent, woah
Everything’s changing, I’m feeling a tension, yeah
You favorite rappers is now my fan in my mentions
Damn, get it right
I’ve been going wherever I like
I’ve just been living my life
Working a 9 to 5, 5 to 9
Make sure my niggas is right
Look in my eyes, we [?] doubt bitch, I ain’t surprised
Look at my life, up in the skies now

[Bridge]
Now look at how the stars allign
You know that it takes some time, no waitin’
I’d rather be out the way
I’ve been doing overtime again

[Hook]
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
Working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again

[Outro]
I want you to always know
If we add XYZ, UVW, with each other
Then we still at LOVE

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Portugal. The Man – Feel it Still Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t keep my hands on myself
Put another dress, and come a little closer, baby
Since you got my soul in your hands

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 1]
Uuuu, I’m still lie on a grass, but I can to feel your breath still
Your the heart, is beatin’ still so loud, got me over riped, but I feel it still

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Verse: 2]
Uuuu, Eazy going, eazy going
Hardly working, hardly working
I’m lieing on a grass, but I still can feel your breath
And then you come to me and told me

Not afraid, not afraid (uuuuuuu)
Not streesed, not stressed (uuuuuu)
Not dressed, not dressed (uuuuuu)
I can’t see it, but I can feel it (on my skin)

[Bridge]
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1966
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

[Hook
Uuuuu, I’mma river just for kicks is
Got me feeling its a 1945
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Uuuuu, I’mma California dreamin’
Got me feeling its a 2018, 16
Got them over riped, but they feel it still

Bankroll Fresh – Run To The Money Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

[Verse 1]
Word ’round the town I’m the new God of town
Word ’round the town, fuck around we’ll gun you down
Finnessed ’em out her 20 ’cause that nigga was a clown
I got that Glock with that motherfuckin’ 30 round
Young nigga playin’ in the club wet her down
Young nigga got that water, Alex Silverstein
Polo design on ’em, no I got the shine on ’em
Ear ring drop the dime on ’em, just to put the shine on ’em
P[?] me some bandages, 4 hoes in the Mandarin
We on the 17 floor, you know how this shoulda go
Oriental [?] marble on the tile kitchen floor
We hand out the bitch though, and that nigga kissed a hoe
[?] Crisco, diamonds they on disco
Mailed them back from Fresno, [?] ten-fold
Workin’ at the wing gate, I just made a 10 play
I just dropped like 10 K, I just dropped like 10 a day

[Chorus]
Fuckin’ [?] money, I already done it
Guess who the money, I already done it
Money you talkin’, I already spoiled it
All of these bitches know that I’m a hunned
All of these [?] know that I already done it
Gucci on Gucci, I already done it
Louis on Louis, I already done it
Her mirrors on mans, I already done it
[?] to gold, [?] get you the money
[?] get you the money
Used to drop the Fendi, get you the money
Used to trap hard to get you the money
Ran it through money, we run through the money
Trap a had nigga, I run through the money
Young nigga [?] and I jeweled up a hunned
Young nigga light me up, run through the money

Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

Eminem – Kill My Pain (Mixup) Lyrics

[Eminem]
Back’s to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I’m talking a lot of
Shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished, I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin’ your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
Batter, but the double-standards you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper’s persona
Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had ’til it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them

[Evanescene] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Notorious B.I.G]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin’ screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin’ blew up
Choppin’ rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin’
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin’ from the police, picture that
Nigga, I’m too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his Glock and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
(I repeat)
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[2Pac]
But still I’m havin’ memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushin’ the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, that’s my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed “Thug Life!” and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin’ from the police

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Eminem]
There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
Theyve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealin with a few true villains
Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it!
Payback muthafucka for the way that you doubted me hows it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

Juicy J – No Mo

[Intro]
It’s the weekend. So man, fuck your problems, man, I don’t give a fuck about your motherfuckin’ problems, brah. You know what I’m sayin’? You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my nigga. You know what I’m sayin’? Bitch is takin’ all your motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka ‘cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. Find you a real woman, my nigga. Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

[Verse 1]
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Please take the hand cuffs off of her
Why you stalkin’ her? Why you stalkin’ her?
Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her
We was all in her, we was all in her
Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here
It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ‘round the way
I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day
That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith
I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo)

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

[Verse 2]
All these niggas cuffin’ and these bitch really nothin’
I can’t fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain’t up for discussion
Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin’
He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it
You used to niggas trickin’ but tonight we fuckin’
I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public
I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget
Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?
These hoes belong to everybody, everybody
Kill that bitch, that’s a dead body, dead body
These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ pussy
These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ pussy

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Hey

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Hippo Campus – Buttercup

I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
No holds barred in the ring so you’ll fight me
Give ’em hell, give ’em teeth like you taught me
Tireless mess, seeking thrills getting bitey
When I’m in doubt
Pudgy face kissing lace in the backseat
Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can’t see
Don’t forget I have you to be like me
Where around is enough for a family
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Growing pains splaying rain on the high sea
Scale a tree, snap a branch so you can’t leave
On the ground, lost and found, understand me
Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free
Solid punch kind of eyes make ‘em wobbly
Gothic vine growing fire in the lobby
Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby
Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting

Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Amine & Kaytranada)

[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Love
Love

[Refrain: Dana Williams]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Breakdance and boogie, my love
This is 1971
I crave that brain and that flesh
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Say you wrap the plastic in white
Say you single all of my life
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
Credit cards and losing my mind
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging out Whitney
I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me (so)
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
Fame and fortune, all those habits
Pink and white, them panties matching

[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past (yeah)
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Whoa, fuck checks, see the necklace
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it
Huh, I told her "baby, I’m sorry
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
We parted ways like she’s cheated with Moses
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
In Hollywood but I never see stars
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs

[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise (sunrise)
Wipe the tears from your eyes (your eyes)
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
Extra white, she’s so extra white
My appetite, I lost appetite
It’s paradise, we in paradise
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
I break the beat and I scratch it
She be like cancer, she be like dancing
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
I was on abra, she was cadabring
No free smoke when your bae is gone
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
New phone, who’s this? And my life’s on charge
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
All I see is fake love, insecurity
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Took time to get you
Took time to let you know
Tried to forget you
You’re unforgettable

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting on and on and-

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Took time to find you
You left to go away
Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
I can be different for you, you, you, you
Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
I will be different for you, you, you, you
You, woah

Young Scooter – Jugg King

Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
Ya dig
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I’m a real nigga
Lick hitter, bitch getter
Quick flipper
Pot whipper, dope dealer
Fly nigga
If I pop I’ma ride nigga
Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
You a fuck nigga
I could get you touched nigga
I be in your hood
So I know what’s up with you
You a worker nigga
Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
You ain’t got no drugs nigga
I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
My shit paid for
You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Real dope boy
Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
Nigga you a broke boy
I do what I want, I got real cash
They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
I ain’t talking clothes
Bitch I got them bags
You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
I’m a boss nigga
Yeah I took a loss nigga
If you in the streets
Watch out for the cross nigga
I don’t trust niggas
‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?

Beck – Fix Me

[Verse 1]
You might fix me
You might crush me
Take a little piece of me
Start a new history
And trace it back to me
Someday you might see

[Pre-Chorus]
I want you
I want you
I want you
Oh, I want you

[Chorus]
I don’t mind
If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Verse 2]
The ground is hollow, dark skies follow
And you don’t know where you’ve gone
Branches on the trees have arms
The moon is a false alarm
Nothing’s gonna do you harm
Except yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
I want you
I want you
I want you
Yeah, I want you

[Chorus]
I don’t mind
If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Outro]
I’m set free
I’m set free