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PnB Rock – Popular Lyrics

[Intro]
Hella Sketchy
Oh yeah
Hey mean, this shit a cooker
Yeah
Shawty, wake the fuck up
Yeah
It’s like 5 something in the morning
We cooking
Oh
Oh yeah

[Hook]
Said I’m cooler than that nigga that you thought you were
All these niggas hating cause I’m popular
That bitch you tryna fuck with, I won’t fuck with her
Cause she ain’t got no money, she’s a fucking bum
I’m cooler than that nigga that you thought you were
Saw these niggas hating cause I’m popular
That bitch you tryna fuck with, I won’t fuck with her
Cause she ain’t got no money, she’s a fucking bum

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I’m way cooler than y’all
I don’t fuck with these frauds
Fucking bitches in my drawers
No I’m not taking these off (nah)
Come through, I’m dripping in sauce
Your bitch on my dick and my balls
I just bought a new car
Watch how I skrt off (skrt)
I just bought a new loft
Just to chill with my dawgs
Only been there two days (damn)
Already pissed the neighbours off (god damn)
They was banging on the walls (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
We was about to set it off (the fuck)
Mont came and said nah (good job)
They lucky that he got involved
Cause we just a bunch of young dumb niggas (yeah)
We don’t give a fuck we just drug dealers (yeah)
Now we makin money off of music
Everyday I’m tryin not to lose it
Chasing and counting these bands
If she 18, I’m fucking my fan (I am)
Real nigga shit, I don’t care
Yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Said I’m cooler than that nigga that you thought you were
All these niggas hating cause I’m popular
That bitch you tryna fuck with, I won’t fuck with her
Cause she ain’t got no money, she’s a fucking bum
I’m cooler than that nigga that you thought you were
Saw these niggas hating cause I’m popular
That bitch you tryna fuck with, I won’t fuck with her
Cause she ain’t got no money, she’s a fucking bum

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]

[Hook]
Said I’m cooler than that nigga that you thought you were
All these niggas hating cause I’m popular
That bitch you tryna fuck with, I won’t fuck with her
Cause she ain’t got no money, she’s a fucking bum
I’m cooler than that nigga that you thought you were
Saw these niggas hating cause I’m popular
That bitch you tryna fuck with, I won’t fuck with her
Cause she ain’t got no money, she’s a fucking bum
Damn

Damian Marley – Autumn Leaves Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh autumn seems to never end
Leaves are always brown
Summer seems to never tend
To ever come around
Springtimes are for beginnings
When true love is found
Winters are for finishings
True love stands it’s grounds
Now I hear no happy songs
Birds have all gone south
Right Green Pastors drying up
And plenty turn to drought

[Chorus]
Life is full of ups and downs
The carousels of love
Good times, bad times, smiles and frowns
Don’t give up. On me

[Verse 2]
Time flies by while having fun
It’s all gone in a wink
And now the days feel more like much
Don’t know what to think

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Time flies by while having fun
It’s all gone in a wink
Now the days feel more like months
Who knows what to think?

[Chorus]

Kash Doll – Panda Lyrics

[Intro]
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred bottles to my section
Got bad bitches in my VIP
Hundred thousand, nothing less than
We lit that bitch up like a Christmas tree
We lit that bitch up, a first energy
See I do not know what to tell you
Wanna fuck with Kash
Wanna run me that
I’m hard on a nigga, Griselda
I’m starting to teach hoes a lesson
I’m stunting to fight off oppression
Got pussy thats like a vacation
Real niggas all in formation
A hundred thousand thats the Audi
God bitch, I’m just getting started
I been getting money, I been styling on it
Yeah bitch I’ve been pushing the foreigns

[Bridge]
Woah, I think I’m gonna come back one more time
I’ll just come right back, haha
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 2]
I’ma make ’em sick ’till they all hurl
Black american, doll girl
Good pussy, I got the power
Fuck you pay me, it’s our world
Money up, I’ve been finessing
Princess cut, I’m VVS’ing
Sak pase! but I ain’t Haitian
Play a nigga like a Playstation
The game ma, I’m running that
It’s bank time, where your money at?
Got lil’ bread, for a lil’ head
I’m a boss bitch, I ain’t stunting that
In one moth, made a hundred racks
My mic on, my ass fat
Pussy wrapped up, it’s all crack
I’m killing it, funeral, all black
Woah!

[Outro
Have you ever had a panda pussy?
Haha, panda pussy
Yeah, I had to
Aye, I’m just gonna kill all these remixes since I can’t do my own shit right now
Haha, fuck these labels
Swear to god
A bitch dropped a mixtape and it revived
I swear to god

Kash Doll – 2 On Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Wake up in the morning give me head, nigga
Treat me like a queen, breakfast in the bed, nigga
Yeah, if you scared call the rev, nigga
Thick bitch, so you better come prepared nigga
Yeah, OT shit
I be in L.A popping bottles on the beach, shit
I’m so fucking G, we should call this shit the G mix
Kash Doll, Tinashe, baby it’s the remix!

[Hook: Tinashe]
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let’s roll

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll, with the ass out
Throw it back, make a grown nigga tap out
Fuck a baller, belly nigga, pull some racks out
If you ain’t got no cash, nigga sit your ass down
Dang, all in a bitch face
Talking bout you bout to ball like, oh bitch, k
I’m with some bad bitches
Type you never had bitches
I might let you hit it, but you couldn’t pay the tab nigga

Lana Del Rey – God Bless America – And All Beautiful Women In It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take me as I am
Take me, baby, in stride
Only you can save me tonight
There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
You let me in, don’t leave me out
Or leave me dry

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Even when I’m alone
I’m not lonely
I hear the sweetest melodies (sweetest melodies)
On the fire escapes of the city
Sounds like I am free
It’s got me singing

[Chorus 1]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America

[Verse 2]
Take me as I am
Don’t see me for what I’m not
Only you can hear me tonight
Keep your light on, babe
I might be standing outside
You let me in, don’t leave me out
Or leave me dry

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Even walking alone, I’m not worried
I feel your arms all around me (arms around me)
In the air on the streets of the city
Feels like I am free
It’s got me thinking

[Chorus 1]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America

[Bridge]
(Sweetest melodies)
Even with you I’ve got no one to lose
So you’d better believe that nobody can make me feel lonely
Because I hear (sweetest melodies)
Even when you talk that talk with the lights on
I still somehow know that I’ll never feel, ever feel lonely
I have no fear, It’s got me thinking (Yeah)

[Chorus 2]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful people in it
May they stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America, and all the beautiful people in it
And all the beautiful people in it

Meek Mill – We Ball Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama
Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its goin’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clear port ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
‘Cause this the type of money get your lined up
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout him
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I hope the lord got us
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m throwing through stuff, I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question god, yeah yeah, these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager
Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it went that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

Meek Mill – Ball Player Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
Extra percent for my assassin
Tell my shooters, “Do ’em nasty”
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Bridge: Quavo]
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang!
Shipping them packs through the FedEx
Send it, just give me ya address
Handling shipping, we charge you
Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ
Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago, hit her, make her take a cab back
You put your bitch on shelf nigga, I make my hoe bring that cash back
Put that Pyrex on the stove, water whip, 28 Jump! Yeah!
Trap house boomin, Feds at the door, nigga like “what do they want?!” Yeah!
We shooting dice on a PJ, I put ya bitch in a 3 way
I hit her up for the replay and she bring it back like a DJ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Meek Mill – These Scars Lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I was on ‘gram entertaining all the rap beefs
We was on the hood goin’ to war on the backstreets
Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon’ get at me
Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I’m just buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give ’em that game properly
Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly
Don’t let ’em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin’ it, ain’t miss a season from Ricardo
Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin’ like it’s no tomorrow
So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow
And let you in my circle, but that’s coming with a cost though
You don’t work, you gon’ starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin’ all this ice, I’m just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin’ bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow
Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians
All the hitters got the bitches and I’m MMG
A legend on Collins how they gon’ remember me
Young niggas

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Verse 2: Future]
Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin’ purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin’ in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four
Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor
Ten year deal just to wear Diadora
I secure the bag first round, that’s of course
Cocaina white inside, that’s a Porsche
Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport
Young nigga don’t spray the drum in the court
That’s the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork
They running out of info, making rumours, what’s your source?
Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin’ me no choice
Hoes gettin’ exposed, make a nigga cut them short
Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

Sage the Gemini – Grip Lyrics

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
She got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goddamn, goddamn, I might see something
Grip good, grip good, I might clean something
Drop my girls an ATM, the rest don’t mean nothing
Snatch they chains, they like
“Give it back ’cause it means something”
Drop top, roll with me, cruise, cruise, cruise
Might cop you a whip for good swimming, that’s that carpool
Keep it quiet, you know other bitches hate
You don’t talk much, but you got that Ricky Lake
I let you drive the whip, but you got your own shit
You so independent, you could flood your own wrists
She love a nigga who don’t want her ’cause she spend
And I don’t trip on who she with

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
She got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

[Verse 2: Kent Jones]
I’m on call time, but ain’t got time to call
My baby tried to walk before she tried to call
I think her name was Tyler, I told Tyler, “No”
And she know my head cold, that pussy diet
All I do is put my lips to hers, I call that dialogue
You still ain’t good with all that effort, I don’t try at all
You still be talking ’bout what you gon’ do, I tried ’em all
Stiff at the end of the bed like you gon’ die a log
She grip it, baby, yeah, she grip it tight
I called her my snow bunny and she gave me frostbite
You tripping, baby, won’t pay your flight
My second single, bitch don’t mind, it’s alright

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

Sage the Gemini – The Gag Lyrics

[Intro]
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my friends done warned me ’bout you
You the type of nigga hating on what I do
I pull up in Bentleys and the shoes 22
I’m like bitch, hop out wearing fucking Jimmy Choos

[Verse 1]
If I can avoid Uber, then I will
Unless it’s for a girl that let me be like Mike Will
I’m swimming in this bitch like I got gills
It started with a picture, now she think it’s not real

[Chorus]
Whoa, I be with my dogs every day
I think I’ma pull up on your broad today
He say I can’t get up in her drawers, no way
But the gag is she ain’t wore none anyway

[Post-Chorus]
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my friends done warned me ’bout you
You the type of nigga hating on what I do
I pull up in Bentleys and the shoes 22
I’m like bitch, hop out wearing fucking Jimmy Choos

[Verse 2]
I feel like the motherfucking man
I’m always driving foreign but was taught in trans-ams
She knows me from MTV Jams
She the type you take home to your mom to meet the fam

[Chorus]
Whoa, I be with my dogs every day
I think I’ma pull up on your broad today
He say I can’t get up in her drawers, no way
But the gag is she ain’t wore none anyway

[Post-Chorus]
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know

[Verse 3]
In front the club with the batting action
Tryna find what the hell we packing
But the gag is they got through the back
This here was just a distraction
Think we trouble, push the line backwards
Can’t get in with our hats
One side, one straight, two snap
Fuck that, you know key is backwards
Bad dog, she let me hit it just ’cause my chain glisten
She say her man got one
But it shine for a sec, his chain all timid
You know we don’t got the same cash
You know we don’t got the same pass
Your girlfriend want a Roc-A-Fella
She seen the whip, you seen your dame dash
(Rep, rep, rep, rep)

Sage the Gemini – Black Wings Lyrics

[Chorus]
Red on my clothes, [?] I had to go
When you wearing gold, everybody wanna know
Have you seen him? Yeah, have you seen him?

[Verse]
Yeah, I know that they want me off my level
Take my place and get my medals
Take my mind, use me as vessel
Make your head nod, yeah, you playing with the devil
This that heavy metal, you get pot for playing kettle
I got black wings with no soul, I might might just run up
On my nightstand is a .40, I don’t cock it ’cause it’s one up
Got me fucking [?] falling luggage, catching cases
I might run around your corner, look like greyhounds racing
I’ma run into your mama place
Disrespectful, wave it in your mama face
Broke a sprinkler, ha, I let it spray
He ain’t got a face, we ain’t got a case
Banana clip got me apeshit, I don’t make a nigga dayshift
He was almost 40, he ain’t make it ’cause I was on my 38 shit

[Chorus]
Red on my clothes, [?] I had to go
When you wearing gold, everybody wanna know
Have you seen him? Yeah, have you seen him?

Sage the Gemini – All My Dogs Lyrics

[Intro]
H-h-h-holy shhh

[Chorus]
All the clips never fit the gun
I pull up, you know what’s goin’ on
Let my dogs loose off the chains
Oh Lord, here we go again

[Verse]
Pull up all in all red like Larry the Lobster
Fuck up your posture with this in-you washer
Yeah, I just wanna make money and spend flame
You’re a Dragonballs and gold cooler than I came
Okay, Westside ma’, fingers rest up, Jack
Wheels ‘pposed to get billings, ride ’em both back to back
Man, it’s real complicated
Can’t believe that I made it
You know the big homie stretch, but me, I’m from the pavement
Owe that nigga my loyalty, rags to fuckin’ royalty
Platinum records, I’ma buy him a house off of the royalties, woo
And fuck ’em all, get rich
You fuckin’ up the plan, you a bitch
GGT

[Chorus]
All the clips never fit the gun
I pull up, you know what’s goin’ on
Let my dogs loose off the chains
Oh Lord, here we go again

[Outro]
Let my dogs loose off the chains
Oh Lord, here we go again

Sage the Gemini – Give It to You Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know that you, you want it
Tell me how you, you want it
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
In my drop-top backseat
She don’t want it from nobody but me
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you

[Post-Chorus]
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one

[Verse 1]
Hands up, put your hands up
I like your face down with your ass up, yeah, your ass up
I’m in love with a stripper, better put my cash up
Came back from a private dance, they like, “You ain’t last long”
Let me know, yeah, girl, let me know if you wanna go
Forgiatos under Bentley coupes, those my friends and all
Crazy bucks, I make crazy bucks, ain’t that all you want?
You can’t like me for my thoughts, foreign cars is all you saw

[Chorus]
I know that you, you want it
Tell me how you, you want it
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
In my drop-top backseat
She don’t want it from nobody but me
Because I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you

[Post-Chorus]
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one

[Verse 2]
Why she wanna start pursuing me?
I look like a opportunity
Diamonds look like a community
Mansions and gated communities
Young men don’t like how I stare at you
Walk in this bitch just to tear it up
She tryna find out my scent, I smell like Bank of America
I pull up putting the top down
Fuck I look like turning top down
I am balling, pass the rock down
I am balling, pass the rock down
This the only aisle I walk down when I’m married to the game
Gimme money, keep the fame, you should stay in your lane

[Chorus]
I know that you, you want it
Tell me how you, you want it
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
In my drop-top backseat
She don’t want it from nobody but me
Because I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you
I’ma give it to you, I’ma give it to you

[Post-Chorus]
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one
All this time I knew you was the one

Sage the Gemini – I Can Tell Lyrics

[Intro: Sage the Gemini]
Dan’s countin’ all his fuckin’ money

[Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
One time, for the low (for the low)
Two time, here we go (here we go)
Fuck her good, on the low (yeah, on the low)
And if it’s good, do it once more (they get it, they get it)
In the suite hotel (tell)
My hoes don’t tell (tell)
You hate, you fell (fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I noticed)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (shit)

[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
I’m still goin’ hard (hard)
Diamonds dancin’ with the stars (damn)
And I love foreign cars (yup)
European, my garage (hey, hey)
One click, you a fraud (no)
I just want your bra (come here)
Take her home with me (yeah)
Make a round of applause (woo, woo)
All I know is money
I know she want to front me
I get her wet, Dasani
She still don’t get it from me
Tellin’ me she love me (no)
You don’t even know me (woah)
She just wanna ride so I play genuine pony
I hop out the coupe, I got my shit straight (I got it straight, straight)
I see a new nigga handin’ out his mixtape (woah)
She wanna feel entitled, I’m like “Bitch, wait” (hold on)
I kick you out quick, what’s your release date? (hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
One time, for the low (for the low)
Two time, here we go (here we go)
Fuck her good, on the low (yeah, on the low)
And if it’s good, do it once more (they get it, they get it)
In the suite hotel (tell)
My hoes don’t tell (tell)
You hate, you fell (fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I noticed)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (shit)

[Verse 2: Show Banga]
Big suite hotel (hotel)
Peg doin’ so well
Dan, they want me, Brodell (woah)
I keep movin’ uphill
Pockets full of big bills
Eatin’ good, big meals (woah)
Miles kissin’, don’t tell (mwah)
And they bustin’ so well
I’ma big deal like O’Neal (ahh)
Squad only, that real (huh)
Fakes don’t know how that feel (they don’t)
We grind, you chill (we grind)
Steady movin’, you still (skrt skrt)
Skrt skrt on weak hoes (skrt skrt)
Stackin’ guap, Lord knows
Chased it all on that glow (that glow)
Pay Phil, 1-4 (oh)
That’s enough of that, no (oh)
For this grisha GoPro (bro)
I’m a star, you know (you know)
Streets online like Migos
Fly niggas with egos
Stee should believe though (woah)
Hoes tryna find me like Nemo, ooh, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
One time, for the low (for the low)
Two time, here we go (here we go)
Fuck her good, on the low (yeah, on the low)
And if it’s good, do it once more (they get it, they get it)
In the suite hotel (tell)
My hoes don’t tell (tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I noticed)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (shit, damn)

Sage the Gemini – She Loves Me Not Lyrics

[Intro]
H-h-h-h-holy shh

[Chorus]
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
‘Cause I don’t feel like waitin’
Get me the answer girl, you know I mean, patient
You know my tongue when I taste you
I used to kiss you and shake like I taste you
You out here, you ain’t pick it up yet (not yet)
You should come and talk, I know you upset (upset)
You got the power through your phone
‘Cause face-to-face you know that bullshit gone (gone)
It’s under model real connection
Act like we cool but both of us flexin’
She like, “I ain’t finna text him”
Her partner like, “Yeah right, bitch, text him”

[Chorus]
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not

[Verse 2]
We gotta mind playin’ Tetris
Our life a movie, we just ain’t lookin’ for extras
Do you love me or not? (not)
I guess the last rose petal got the answers
You know I’m romantic
The bathtub so big, you can dance in it
Under the bubbles, let me touch it
I’m about it ’cause you love it
Ayy, woah, I was feelin’ like the man in it
Ayy, girl, you know I got some plans in it
Ayy, I’ma hit it, under stands in it
Ayy, give me that pool, I’ma stand in it (ayy)

[Chorus]
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not

[Interlude]
H-h-h-h-holy shh

[Chorus]
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me
Or do you love me not
Do you love me

Kash Doll – Chiraq Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man these hoes be really trying
Pull up, I’m at the Coney Island
Better watch that Lil’ Chiraq
Cause these chopper bullets overreact
See I was busy then I got time now though
If I take shots to you, the points hollow
Sucking my dick you forgot to swallow
Mad because your pussy ain’t worth a bottle
Got stacks on deck so you know they gone hate
Bitch you keep talking I’ma ice your cup cake
Keep playing with me u be found in some lake
And my lil’ nigga won’t forget to duct tape
Use my name to get on you dumbo
Not in my house lil’ bitch mu-tumbo
Eat that ass up you bitches is gumbo
I’m venty bitch my hustle is jumbo
See I slay bitches, I awake bitches
You hoes fans I don’t take pictures
I break niggas you talk shit
Bitch u mad cause I’m getting it!
Hoe u mad cause I won’t stop
I come on your block just to milly rock
Bitch you mad because your baby daddy been digging me like a grave huh?
Oh you mad cause its short time and I’m on top, and it’s all pro
Nah you mad cause you don’t know shit out side of target and rainbows

[Outro]
Bitch, haha
Broke ass bitch
Ham ass bitch
Slut ass bitch
Wack ass bitch
You ain’t bout shit, fuck out of here
Weak ass bitch, I forgot that
Haha, yeah

Declan McKenna – Listen to Your Friends Lyrics

Don’t call me out, 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’t 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

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
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

Arcade Fire – Good God Damn Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You want to get messed up?
When the times get rough
Put your favourite record on baby
And fill the bathtub up
You want to say goodbye
To your oldest friends

[Pre-Chorus]
With the good God damn
With the good God damn

[Verse 2]
Lay out your clothes
Its time to go
Its always darkest before the dawn
The sun never shows
I could say goodbye
To your oldest friends

[Chorus]
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Could there be a good God? damn
Could there be a good God? damn
Maybe there’s a good God
Damn

[Verse 3]
Let me get messed up?
When the times get rough
Put your favourite record on baby
Fill the bathtub up
You could say goodbye
To your sick old friends

[Chorus]
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Could there be a good God? Damn
Could there be a good God? Damn
Well, maybe there’s a good God, damn
Well, maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God, damn
Maybe there’s a good God
If He made you

[Ending]
If He made you

Young Pappy – Competition Lyrics

[Intro]
2 Cups
That shit Day Day, bitch
PBG shit
TFG, bitch

[Hook]
Shout out to my opposition
They know we do not be missin’
Be cool, boy, my Glock extended
Send shots, watch him drop the engine

[Bridge]
Fuck Day Day, I’m hot as shit
Lil’ bro told me: “Don’t drop this shit!”
They want me to stop and shit
Quit speakin’ on the opps and shit

{Gunshots}

[Verse 1]
Fuck Day Day, I’m hot as shit
Lil’ bro told me: “Don’t drop this shit!”
They want me to stop and shit
Quit speakin’ on the opps and shit
Catch Ignate, put the eight to his face, now the opps tryna tell me they not with him
Fuck Lil’ Duke, these shots for him
Lil’ Foe Mobb K ’cause they rock with him

[Interlude]
Let’s get it!

[Verse 2]
Off the top, I’m never off the clock
The opps makin’ more drills ’cause they lost a opp
On parole, I still pack a Glock
You here them FN bullets then that MAC’ll stop
I do hits when I’m off the shits
We don’t miss, we just offing shit
He freeze up, he can’t talk his shit
I’ll be the reason you can’t walk and shit

[Pre-Hook]
Claim both sides in the field, shit
I ain’t even just rappin’, boy, this real shit
How I’m lackin’ while it’s crackin’? You ain’t kill shit
Better ask Lucky what’ll happen when I drill shit

[Refrain]
Day Day World K, bitch
When we see ’em, just blow, we don’t say shit
Day Day World K, bitch
When we see ’em, just blow, we don’t say shit

[Hook]
Shout out to my opposition
They know we do not be missin’
Be cool, boy, my Glock extended
Send shots, watch him drop the engine

[Post-Hook]
These shots for my opps: Lil Foe and Bleak Block (Die L’s, Die L’s)
That shit Day Day, bitch
Boy, this shit don’t stop
These shots for my opps: Lil Foe and Bleak Block (Die L’s, Die L’s)
That shit Day Day, bitch
Boy, this shit don’t stop

[Verse 3]
Look like y’all want competition
Treat bitches like opposition
Niggas know I do not be missin’
But it’s not just y’all, we poppin’ bitches
No, I’m not going, for bro, I’m blowin’
2 Cups know it, and even the opps know it
Your bitch ain’t shit, but a little thot hoe who gon’ give me top then diddy bop, I’m going
But fuck it, I’m on nat, and I got that with me
And I ain’t got a gat, bitch, I got that semi
Snatch off in the car, bro, grab that Henny
All you fuck niggas better get put up
Y’all niggas gon’ have to blow me
Boy, I need four, that was bro, niggas owe me
A couple bad hoes that don’t put no nigga before me
Boy, I’m from the Pole where it’s cold and it’s snowy
I’m smoking on dope and you smoking on Troy
That bitch tick-tock and it’s not no Rollie, bitch

[Hook]
Shout out to my opposition
They know we do not be missin’
Be cool, boy, my Glock extended
Send shots, watch him drop the engine

[Post-Hook]
These shots for my opps: Lil Foe and Bleak Block (Die L’s, Die L’s)
That shit Day Day, bitch
Boy, this shit don’t stop
These shots for my opps: Lil Foe and Bleak Block (Die L’s, Die L’s)
That shit Day Day, bitch
Boy, this shit don’t stop

Meek Mill – Heavy Heart Lyrics

[Chorus]
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain’t thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

[Verse 1]
Uh, I kept it triller from the very start
Seen so many people crossed me, don’t know where to start
Uh, that bitch left me with a heavy heart
Yeah, still on them papers, they won’t let me off
Never thought we’d make it out the ghetto, now look where we are
Fucking famous bitches and that pussy taste like caviar
I done gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all it did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back and I’m like let him talk
I won’t say his name but he gone feel this shit in every bar
Feel this shit in all my verses
Was it really worth it
Cut the grass and all the snakes gone surface
Nobody’s perfect
Showed them cash, he kinda made me nervous
Maybe I’m trippin’
Hoping this paranoia from all this shit that we been in
Watched you pour gasoline, and burned out all of your bridges
Nigga, you suck at friendships, something you got to live with
Fuck it!

[Chorus]
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain’t thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

[Verse 2]
Tears falling like the water when the levies drop
Boyz in the Hood, these niggas Tre’ they screaming let me out
No they ain’t riding, it was drama, I’m like yeah we out
Trying to please these niggas, shit gone prolly wear me out
Drive me crazy, I been by myself lately
40 on my belt lately, I ain’t need no help lately
Nigga cross me, I cut him off and I felt crazy
‘Cause I got a purple heart
Shit I’d rather work and walk ‘fore I ride luxury with niggas that don’t fuck with me
I’m startin’ to hate this fame shit look what it done to me
Seen half these niggas turn they back when rappers tried to come for me
Don’t want them in my company just want to be a company
Hunnit mill’
Dream chasers, chasing dreams
Hate is fake, and love is real
Niggas said I wouldn’t win told them yes the fuck I will
Hit the studio with all my feeling and I let ’em spill
Forever thorough, be a sucka nigga, no I never will (No!)

[Chorus]
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain’t thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

[Verse 3]
Uh, my heart heavy, my soul cleaner
When shorty got a big head, I was like hol’ Gina
I made a mil, I got a deal, I lift the whole team up
I had the whole squad lit, I had the city poppin’
I told my dog don’t listen to them, get caught up in that gossip
They wanna see you in the hood back when you ain’t got shit
Remember nights was on the ‘gram, toasting with the pilot
Then everything went sour, this little thing of ours

[Chorus]
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain’t thorough like I always thought
Damn, the game left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas said they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left me with a heavy heart (heavy heart)

Meek Mill – 1942 Flows Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Started off poor with plans to earn more
Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
I was on tour with niggas that sold raw
Started sellin’ white, we won’t sell it no more
I’m like, Trump ain’t feelin’ us, cops still killin’ us
Niggas takin’ shots, can’t stop me, they ain’t real enough
Cut her off, act like she’s dead and it’s killin’ her
New dawn, Hermes seat, I let the ceiling up
Just to get to kill ’em softly
Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
Like I’m Jesus the way she cross me
I’m too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
On point like an arrow, we started off with zero
Now I’m seeing M’s, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
‘Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn

[Refrain]
Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make, I’m in the news with it
Even if I ain’t do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always used to tell me you gon’ lose nigga
That’s why I never went to school nigga
And why I’m rappin’ like I got something to prove nigga
Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
Billy with the stamp, I get two with it’

[Verse 2]
Move with it ’cause these niggas wanna take my life
No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night
Scoopin’ thotties in the Phantom, that’s the way of life
And make them fuck their best friends like they was dykes
Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
I’m on 12 o’clock, every time I play them bikes
I’m with the pack, huh
Getting back, yeah
Spend dope, nigga
Selling smack, gang
I’m gettin’ chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash of Ethika that’s a fact
Money, power, respect
Eating breakfast on a jet
I know these niggas upset
They ain’t see me fall yet
Wins and losses

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasin’, catchin’ all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m gettin’ money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all out war
The young niggas goin’ all out for us

[Verse 3]
Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bentley
Ain’t doing no interviews, I’m busy, nigga we litty
So when you see me out don’t ask me about no Nicki
Fuck I look like tellin’ my business on Wendy
Niggas gossip like queens, we was servin’ fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told ’em pop Mollys, I told ’em to be kings
Sipping 1942 like it’s lean
I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams
So I’ma give it to ’em every time I’m on the scene
Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna live me, I know it
I go through it, don’t’ show it
I told niggas who wrote it, ain’t taking back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
Got some shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon’ rob me, put a brick on his ass
Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass
And one thing ’bout Meek Milly, I’ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
Like Ramadan, totin’ K’s like it’s Palestine
Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times
Do the math on it

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasin’, catchin’ all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m gettin’ money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all out war
The young niggas goin’ all out for us

[Verse 4]
Talking, this my cocky flow
Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like ’94
Mean nothin’ to me, I tell how I gotta go rain slick
On that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin’ though
Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiós
In the field, knock ’em down, it look like dominoes, young nigga
I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon’ hate
Bought my mom the crib with that gate
Private school for all them babies
Now they straight, nigga

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasin’, catchin’ all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m gettin’ money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all out war
The young niggas goin’ all out for us

Louis Tomlinson – Back To You (feat. Bebe Rexha & Digital Farm Animals)

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
I know you say you know me, know me well
But these days I don’t even know myself, no
I always thought I’d be with someone else
I thought I would own the way I felt, yeah

[Pre-Chorus 1: Bebe Rexha]
I call you but you never even answer
I tell myself I’m done with wicked games
But then I get so numb with all the laughter
That I forget about the pain

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me
You drag me down, you fuck me up
We’re on the ground, we’re screaming
I don’t know how to make it stop
I love it, I hate it, and I can’t take it
But I keep on coming back to you

[Verse 2: Louis Tomlinson]
I know my friends, they give me bad advice
Like move on, get you out my mind
But don’t you think I haven’t even tried?
You got me cornered and my hands are tied

[Pre-Chorus 2: Louis Tomlinson & Bebe Rexha]
You got me so addicted to the drama
I tell myself I’m done with wicked games
But then I get so numb with all the laughter
That I forget about the pain

[Chorus: Louis Tomlinson]
Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me
You drag me down, you fuck me up
We’re on the ground, we’re screaming
I don’t know how to make it stop
I love it, I hate it, and I can’t take it
But I keep on coming back to you (back to you)
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (back to you)
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you

[Bridge: Louis Tomlinson & Bebe Rexha]
And I guess you’ll never know
All the bullshit that you put me through
And I guess you’ll never know, no
Yeah, so you can cut me up and kiss me harder
You can be the pill to ease the pain
‘Cause I know I’m addicted to your drama
Baby, here we go again

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Louis Tomlinson]
Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me
You drag me down, you fuck me up
We’re on the ground, we’re screaming
I don’t know how to make it stop
I love it, I hate it, and I can’t take it
But I keep on coming back to you (back to you)
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (back to you)
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (back to you)
I just keep on coming back to you

Sisqo – Thong Song (21st-Century Butts! Remake)

This thing right here
Is lettin’ all the ladies know
What guys talk about
You know, the finer things in life
A heh heh heh
Check it out
Ooh that dress so scandalous
And you know another nigga can’t handle it
So you shakin that thang like who’s the ish
With a look in yer eyes so devilish
Uh
You like to dance on the hip hop spots
And you cruise to crews to connect the dots
Not just urban she like the pop
‘Cause she was ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca’

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think I’ll sing it again
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
That girl so scandalous
And I know another nigga can’t handle it
And she shakin’ that thing like who’s the ish
With a look in her eyes so devilish
She like to dance on the hip hop spots
And she cruise to the groove like connect the dots
Not just urban she like the pop
Cause she was ‘Livin La Vida Loca’
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think I’ll sing it again
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
That dress so scandalous
I swear another nigga couldn’t handle it
When you shakin’ that thing like whose the ish
With a look in your eyes do devilish
Uh
You like to dance on the hip hop spots
Then you cruise to the grooves to connect the dots
Not just urban you like the pop
Cause she was Livin La Vida Loca
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
I think I’ll sing it again
‘Cause she had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
I think I’ll sing it again
C’mon
C’mon
C’mon
C’mon
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong

YFN Lucci – Way Up

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, you know we way up
I done lost my man on the way up
Lost a couple bands on the way up
Had to change the plans on the way up
Now I’m on my way up, can’t wait to wake up, yeah
Every day a nigga on his way up
Tryna get there, when I get there, I’ma stay up
Yeah, I’m on my way up, yeah
Yeah, when you way up
What they gon’ say when you way up?
Everybody gon’ hate when you way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on the way up
On the way up, way up, yeah
I done came far I’m on the way up
Tryna get there I’m on the way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on my way up, yeah

[Verse 1]
What nigga want war with us?
Nigga talk shit but they quiet when they see me
I’m in that new thang, out ridin’ like a genie
This a 450, this is not a Lamborghini
And they know that we gon’ eat, we want business
Know that we gone beef ’bout a penny
Know if we don’t eat, we don’t sleep
Ain’t no peace, we gon’ creep with them semi’s
That judge put a nigga in that chair like a dentist
Who you know on one leg still runnin’ shit?
That chopper got a full ass drummer kit
My neck and wrist ear and my momma lit
Tryna cop another Benz before the summer hit
Now a nigga way, way up like a motherfuckin’ blimp
We done had to came up, blowed up, got a grip
We done fuckin’ blowed up, ayy, now we way up like a blimp
We done fuckin’ blowed up, ayy, do it
Pull up in the coupe with the doors up, nigga
I done fucked your bitch with my homeboys, nigga
Got these hoes sewed up like a overall, nigga
Yeah and overall still I’m over y’all niggas
Uh, bank first place later, save now fuck later
Get the pussy, boy, gon’ now fuck later
I’ma get the money now then fuck later, yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, you know we way up
I done lost my man on the way up
Lost a couple bands on the way up
Had to change the plans on the way up
Now I’m on my way up, can’t wait to wake up, yeah
Every day a nigga on his way up
Tryna get there, when I get there, I’ma stay up
Yeah, I’m on my way up, yeah
Yeah, when you way up
What they gon’ say when you way up?
Everybody gon’ hate when you way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on the way up
On the way up, way up, yeah
I done came far I’m on the way up
Tryna get there I’m on the way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on my way up, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, I won’t stop until I win
I don’t fuck with no fake friends
Niggas talkin’ blocks then we want in
Kick ’em off the block if he ain’t comin’ in
I remember when I came home vert
Remember puttin’ change in my baby mama purse
I’m glad thangs changed and it ain’t get worse
Them niggas tellin’ names but that ain’t gone work, yeah
Uh, I’m a motherfuckin’ stoner
Whole hunnit to my mama, gave her a whole hunnit
That’s a whole hunnit
Lil’ nigga, I’m a roadrunner
Bust down on me, 50 whole pointers
Them niggas takin’ swag, yeah, they stole from us
When we out of grass then the snow comin
I ain’t gotta brag ’cause my numbers gon’ show for me
Clearport, every time we flyin’
Know we get ’em 10 times 10 at a time
Them niggas talkin’ mad, get my mans on the line
You know when my mans mad then everybody dyin’
Uh, now a nigga way, way up like a motherfuckin’ blimp
We done fuckin’ came up, blowed up
You a shrimp, they don’t bring my name up
Niggas know they ain’t us, yeah, ayy, uh

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, you know we way up
I done lost my man on the way up
Lost a couple bands on the way up
Had to change the plans on the way up
Now I’m on my way up, can’t wait to wake up, yeah
Every day a nigga on his way up
Tryna get there, when I get there, I’ma stay up
Yeah, I’m on my way up, yeah
Yeah, when you way up, what they gon’ say when you way up?
Everybody gon’ hate when you way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on the way up
On the way up, way up, yeah
I done came far I’m on the way up
Tryna get there I’m on the way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on my way up, yeah

[Outro]
Niggas talk shit but they quiet when they see
Uh, uh, what nigga, what nigga?
Uh, uh what nigga want war with us?
Niggas talk shit but they quiet when they see me

X Ambassadors – Ahead Of Myself

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself

[Verse 1]
Guess I went ahead and jumped the gun again
Some shitty situation that I put you in
And I know we poured champagne
Maybe we was just too quick to celebrate

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

[Post-Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe

[Verse 2]
Know that I was first to say, "I love you, babe"
Moved my things to your apartment down on 2nd Street
I thought I’d cleaned the slate
But I guess I didn’t clean it all away

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

[Post-Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah baby
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself
I get ahead of myself

[Chorus]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

[Post-Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah baby
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself
I get ahead of myself

Shania Twain – Poor Me (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Found it in his closet
Right behind the lies
I wish I never saw it
The secret in his eyes

[Hook 1]
Poor me

[Verse 2]
He never told me how long
I’d been living in the dark
No one turned the light on
I fell and broke my heart

[Pre-Chorus]
Poor me
Poor me

[Chorus]
Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It’s not white, it’s not black
Grey’s the color that I see
Still can’t believe he’d leave me
To love her

[Post-Chorus]
Pour me another

[Verse 3]
Tried to face it
But so far down inside
I just can’t shake it
My stupid pride

[Pre-Chorus]
Poor me, poor me

[Chorus]
Poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It’s not white, it’s not black
Grey’s the color that I see
Still can’t believe he’d leave me
To love her

[Post-Chorus]
Pour me another

[Bridge]
I know it should get better
Oh, but it never does
I wish he’d never met her
Then everything would be the way it was

[Hook 2]
Poor me this
Poor me that
Poor me this
Poor me that

[Chorus]
Oh, poor me this, poor me that
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this, poor me that
It’s not white, it’s not black
Grey’s the color that I see
Still can’t believe that he’d leave me
To love her

[Outro]
Poor me
Pour me
Another

Run The Jewels – Panther Like A Panther (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: El-P]
I’ll flood the speakers with heat seekers
And keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery pussy evening of Easter
I’ll leave my prints on her keister, I suck the clit and release it if it will please her
I’ll kneel to her, best believe make a meal of her…
Thank you

*Snapping*

(Yes, yes, brilliant)

[Verse 1: El-P]
Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was her lover
I said if he really loves her then he would love that we’re lovers
I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble
In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble
Give me a ten, and I’ll double, I’ll split your face like some aces
I got a fragrance I’m wearing called, "I will shit on you basics."
The money wants me to have it, I have a hunger for data
I’m crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes while I’m at it
I’m doing more than just rapping you have to grant me that dap
When you around where I’m at just know that it is not where you at
I’m not on your map, I’m a mystery to you captains of industry
If the ‘matic is missing me automatic, it’s victory
Hey!

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
We the grimy and gritty, made it the Grammy committees
Got told that we spit it too vicious and would never see victory
And I refuse to play humble as though my dick itty bitty
I got banana dick, your bitch go apeshit if she hit it
Meanwhile, you’re too nervous, pervis, that’s why you never get service
And me, I caught the preacher’s wife workin’ ‘fore Sunday service
I put my hand up her skirt and then we prayed for a purpose
I baptized her in Jesus name, left her shakin’ and squirtin’
Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and did that shit there on purpose
See, I’m a pervert with purpose that make you question your purpose
Run the Jewels’ll arrive at arenas, bunch of blood thirsty hyenas
To get revenge on the kingdoms that killed the dreams of the dreamers
Drank alcohol for the demons, sip lean with all of the schemers
You see he groove with the people, move with the mind of a genius
You see, he workin’ the angles so he ain’t never an angel
They wanna get you to hang him, well give them fuckers a finger

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

[Verse 3: El-P]
Welcome to fuckyoupalooza, we bruisin’ any who movin’
Who wanna stan’ for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it
I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies
I went to school in the eighties, taking the train with the crazies
New York, New York is the mothership where I used to smoke dust and shit
Now, I’m crop dustin’ fuckers, suck it up and you’ll love the shit
No more games, I’m above the shit, butter me up for nothing
I’m taking all of your ducats ’cause I can call when you’re bluffing

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Who thought the son of Denise would be the leader of people?
When he was your house at Morehouse, slangin’ pounds of the reefer
Sat with potential presidents and said the p should be legal as reparations
For what this nation has done to my people
I’m a pervert, a poet, I ain’t a saint, and I know it
Been a crook and cooked the books but never shorted no whores
Promoters comp me the Moet, I’m the man and I know it
I’m the shit, Bitch, tell me, how could I not show it?

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit

Run The Jewels – Down (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I hope (I hope)
I hope with the highest of hopes
That I never have to go back to the trap
And my days of dealing with dope
So I, I only spit fire and dope
So later on you can go quote
My lines to your people and folk
And they say damn (damn, damn, damn)
That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure)
And he be smoking that pressure (pressure)
And he smart as a professor, yes sir
25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure
Sittin right next to, next to
Next to a book and a gun
Ballot or bullet, you better use one
One time for the freedom of speeches (speeches)
Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters)
Just skip to the fifth if the cops in your house
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus
Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie)
So I stay holy and high (high)
May never get rich, but I never bitch
‘Cause I made it here by and by

[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
My my, y’all
I coulda died, y’all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y’all
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y’all
Who am I, y’all
I coulda died, y’all
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y’all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y’all

[Verse 2: El-P]
RTJ
You’re gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you’re in trouble
Aye, gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double
Aye, you muckin’ with a G here, see, talk to me
Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy
Pop the tape in, baby, we got shit we wrote for you (for you)
Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do
Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews
Still in their wings’ll be them darlings, hope they’ve broken you
Yeah, they better hope that
I’m a full force and a cold fact
See the cold floor where I licked dirt
When the dough dried and the pride died
Had a dumb max, had to shop right
Gimme two meals and the lights on
I’ma do right, get a new crew
Make a new life, never boo hoo
Never lose sight, I’m a voodoo
With a burst heart from an old soul
Better stop, drop when the squad’s hot, we don’t stop a lot
We don’t talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot
I’m high, man, I’m a cosmonaut
Scream, "Fuck ’em," ’til they lop our bloody noggins off
I promise y’all

[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
My my, y’all
I coulda died, y’all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y’all
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y’all
Oh my, y’all
I coulda died, y’all
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y’all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y’all

[Outro: El-P]
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!

NAV & Metro Boomin – Perfect Timing

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Me and Metro don’t need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
I make you mad, I can tell

[Chorus]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It’s perfect timing, yeah

[Verse 1]
Double styrofoam cup (lean)
Big dog, you a pup
Since me and Metro made "Up"
All these bitches acting like sluts
You’re not the type I can trust
Feel your energy through your touch
Follow feelings in my gut
Choppa turn your body into dust
She don’t wanna listen to you
Your girlfriend listening to me
She on the phone with you
While she sucking on me
Off-white and Supreme
VLONE Vs, double Gs
Molly, liquor, bush, weed
These bitches so easy to please

[Pre-Chorus]
Me and Metro don’t need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
I make you mad, I can tell

[Chorus]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It’s perfect timing, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bust down rollie, flood it with diamonds
Can’t tell what the time is, still know it’s perfect timing
See It, want it, then I buy it, yeah
Lambo roar like a lion, yeah
Private jets is what I’m flying, yeah
Watch your rap careers dying, yeah
Won’t come to your wedding ’cause I don’t want to wear a suit
Walking through the snow, I’m wearing YSL boots
9AM I’m off the Addys, still up in the booth
These other brown boys corny
They love me ’cause I’m the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
Me and Metro don’t need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
I make you mad, I can tell

[Chorus]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It’s perfect timing, yeah

Lykke Li – Unchained Melody

Oh, oh, my love, my darling
I’ve hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
Godspeed your love to me

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the waiting arms of the sea
Lonely rivers cry, wait for me, wait for me
To the open arms, wait for me

My love, my darling
I’ve hungered for your kiss
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
Godspeed your love to me