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FERGIE – Enchante lyrics

Enchanted, delighted
To meet you, excited
The people, the music

PUBLICIDAD

I want you, consume it
Its sinful, this greeting, a ritual
A meeting, the first time impressions
The truest expressions
If I could reach out and hold your hand
I would
If I could live inside this dance
I would
If I could reach
Out and hold your hand
I would
If I could live inside this dance
I would

Enchante como ta le vu
Tres merci beaucoup
Enchante como ta le vu
Tres merci beaucoup

This feeling, can’t loose
It, it’s better to use it
To find out, discover
How we like each other
The mystery, not knowing, why can’t we
Be showing, our secrets
The magic, lets reach out
And grab it

If I could reach out and hold your hand
I would
If I could live inside this dance
I would
If I could reach
Out and hold your hand
I would
If I could live inside this dance
I would

Enchante como ta le vu
Tres merci beaucoup
Enchante como ta le vu
Tres merci beaucoup

You come and go my way(eh)
You do this everyday(eh)
Happy is where I be (ee)
So take a ride with me(me)
You come and go my way(eh)
You do this everyday(eh)
Happy is where I be (ee)
So take a ride with me(me)

New memories, new faces
Subplotted, embrace it
Of kisses, I love you
Below and above you
The details, the levels
That we want, to reverend
Inside your perspective
Swear I’m, objective

If I could reach out and hold your hand
I would
If I could live inside this dance
I would
If I could reach
Out and hold your hand
I would
If I could live inside this dance
I would

High and low and how are you
Very well thank you and you
And you, and you, and
You, and you, and you

FERGIE – Like It Ain’t Nuttin’ lyrics

Hey, hey
Whoo-ooh!
Hey, hey
My mic sounds nice (check one)
My mic sounds nice (check two)
My mic sounds nice (check three)

Hey, what’cha gonna do when I step in the room?
Betcha y’all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Betcha y’all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Get down to the beat and rock to the tune
What’cha gonna do when I step in the place?
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass
I, I get money all day, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
Spend that money, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
All day, all day, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
Roll up in the ghost, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’

Not, not a, not, not a damn thing, swimming in green
Diamond on the neck, got a diamond on the ring
Cash rules everything around me, cream
Dolla, dolla bills all around me, me
I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast
I didn’t mean to roll up to the club in the ghost
I didn’t mean to pull out a bottle of the mo
Do the champagne shower spread, spraying on the clothes

I didn’t mean to hurt ’em, I didn’t mean to kill ’em
I didn’t mean to make 10, 20, 100 million
And ever since I made it, I been murdered on the ceiling
I know why they be hatin’, cause I be
And now I’m cold, cool and cold, chilling like a villain
They feeling my diamonds, the gold on my grillin
I smile like I swallowed a jeweler
I’m ill and I’m sick with the paper my bank keep on filling, uh

What’cha gonna do when I step in the room?
Betcha y’all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Betcha y’all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Get down to the beat and rock to the tune
What’cha gonna do when I step in the place?
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass
I, I get money all day, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
Spend that money, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
All day, all day, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
Roll up in the ghost, baby
Like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’

Not, not a, not, not a damn thing, swimming in Lou
Swimming in fashion, gotta stay cute
I kill ’em if I show ’em my birthday suit
I kill ’em when I roll up in my Merce’ Coupe
I don’t mean to show off, I don’t mean to floss
I don’t mean to be the head chick and the boss
I didn’t mean to buy up the whole damn bar
I didn’t mean to spend it like what, what it cost?
I didn’t mean to whip out the keys to the city
I didn’t mean to dress so fresh and pretty

I’m talkin’ ’bout my ladies, rub on your pretties
Yeah, I said it, rub on your pretties
Ladies, rub on your cuties
Yeah, honey, I said it, rub on your cuties
Don’t mean to hang with these ladies with booties
We loud and we crazy like we in a movie

What’cha gonna do when I step in the room?
Betcha y’all ballers gonna rock to the tune

LADY GAGA – Swine lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pungent, don’t think I want hear another (not another word from you)
You’re just an animal, just trying to act real special (but deep down you’re just a shrew)
Maybe I should have a little more just to stay out of my mind
Cause it’s when I’m not thinking with you that I act like a swine

[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
You’re just a pig inside a human body
Squealer, squealer, squeal out, you’re so disgusting!
You’re just a pig inside…swine

[Post-Chorus]
Swine!
Swine!
Swine!
Swine!

[Beat Break]

Swine!
Swine!

[Verse 2]
Payback, how much will I ask you, squealer? (let your body jiggle)
That skinny, let your ass go quicker (it’s the thrill of ecstasy)
Maybe I should have a little more just to stay out of my mind?
Cause it’s when I’m not thinking with you that I act like a swine!
Act like a swine! Act like a swine!

I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
You’re just a pig inside a human body
Squealer, squealer, squeal out, you’re so disgusting!
You’re just a pig inside…swine
I know, I know, I know, I know you want me
You’re just a pig inside a human body
Squealer, squealer, squeal out, you’re so disgusting!
You’re just a pig inside…swine

[Post-Chorus]
Swine!
Swine!
Swine!
Swine!

[Beat Break]

Swine!
Swine!

Paint your face and
Paint her face and
(Catch the beat)
Paint your face and
Paint her face and
(Catch The beat)
Paint your face and
Be a stranger
(Catch The beat)
For the weekend
(Catch The beat)
Swine!

WIZKID – Everytime lyrics

Shizzi
Wizzy
(Future Hendrix)
(Wizkid)

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Baby when you leave, I no go leave oh
Girl I wanna stay here with you
Mama tell me make I steady live life
Make I no dey jonze, make I dey there for you oh
She tell me say na you dey make me dey slow down
She tell me say na you dey make me calm down
She tell me say if I ever leave you I will never ever find one like you
Girl you got me high with your lovin’
If dey with me no one can stop me
Superman me need super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Say you give me that wicked whine
Say you give me that wickedest whine
You make my temperature rise
Na only you dey make me feel the way I feel

[Hook: Future]
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body, love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body, love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

[Chorus: Wizkid (& Future)]
Baby girl (everytime)
Bad gyal, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Omoge, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Omoge, I want you more (everytime)
This bad boy need you more (everytime)

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
When you travel with me, girl you know we seas, yeah
First Class, yeah, everything to Ibiza
Sharp boy we land me no tease ya
When I dey with you, other girls got a margin
Girl you give me eye with your lovin’, lovin’
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8, figure 8 oh, see when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you

[Hook: Future]
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body, love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body, love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

[Chorus: Wizkid (& Future)]
Baby girl (everytime)
Bad gyal, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Omoge, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Omoge, I want you more (everytime)
This bad boy need you more

[Verse 3: Wizkid]
Girl you give me eye with your lovin’, lovin’
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8, figure 8 oh, when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you

[Verse 4: Future]
I remember when me mommy say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
And I always get a feeling that, if I love you back, you would love me too
Take view to Ibiza
We gon’ stay up and make love for seven days
Bag gyal, I told ya I’m already rich
And you make me feel some type of way
I feel your love is on an all time high
I see the stars when I look in your eye

[Chorus: Wizkid (& Future)]
(Everytime)
Bad gyal, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Omoge, I want you more (everytime)
Bad gyal, I need you more (everytime)
Omoge, I want you more (everytime)
This bad boy need you more

ALEXANDRA STAN – Lemonade lyrics

Everything is so good in the summer air
Just put behind you all the problems that we shared
Look into the sun, you’ll see me and you
‘Cause now you have the perfect view

I was so wrong
And now I really wanna make you come along
I just want you to see
You’re the only one for me

Sunny, happy rhythm music, no money
I’m takin’ you on holiday
Sipping yellow lemonade

Kept my promise and we’re lying on the beach
Now we have each other and I feel so rich
Look into the sun, you’ll see me and you
‘Cause now you have the perfect view

I was so wrong
And now I really wanna make you come along
I just want you to see
You’re the only one for me

Sunny, happy rhythm music, no money
I’m takin’ you on holiday
Sipping yellow lemonade

I was so wrong
So sunny
You’re the only one for me
I was so wrong
And now I really wanna…come along…sunny
You’re the only one for me

Sunny, happy rhythm music, no money
I’m takin’ you on holiday
Sipping yellow lemonade

Final chorus:
Sunny
No money
Holiday
Sipping yellow lemonade
Sunny
No money
Holiday
Sipping yellow lemonade

NATALIA KILLS – Controversy lyrics

Controversy, uh huh (x 8)

Cheerleaders
Wet panties
Drug dealers
Porn addicts
Underage
Underpaid
Fuck you for a McDonald’s

Narcotic
Don’t stop it
All the girls are friends with Molly
Dilated
X-rated
Pageant princess
Puking rainbows

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don’t drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)

Controversy, uh huh (x 4)

Teen brides
White Lines
Politicians
Headlines
Prom queens
STDs
Highschool shoot outs
Dirty dreams

Cult leaders
Cowboy preachers
Blame it on the non-believers
Therapists
Sedatives
Visiting hours are 10 to 6

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don’t drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)

Controversy, uh huh (x 4)

Peer pressure
Sex obsession
Television
Intervention
Cotton mouth
OCD
Ricky Lake
Society

Bath salts
Authority
Online is the new reality
The internet is reality
Technology killed reality

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don’t drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)

Controversy, uh huh (x 4)

Bloody noses
Riot squad
Prostitution
Valium
Hate crimes
Debutants
Victims
Vixens
Vicodins

Bloody noses
Riot squad
Prostitution
Valium
Hate crimes
Debutants
Victims
Vixens
Vicodins

What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
This ain’t high school n*gger cat
Looking down my shirt like it’s Disneyland
Like you’re waiting for a fast pass

What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
What the f*ck.

Controversy, uh huh (x 8)

Nickelback – After The Rain (Lyric Video)

All of your life has been rambling, scurrying
Take your time rather than hurry
Never too late to write the rest of your story
Remember to breathe or else you’re gonna be sorry
Life’s no race, it’s a companion
Always face with reckless abandonment
A ticket to life as the mother once told me
Stick with your pride and you’re gonna be lonely

Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue skies we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain

Spend your days happy and grateful
Avoid the taste of wanting and wasteful
Every good thing will come in moderation
Envy and greed will only lead to frustration
Choose your friends, carefree and kindly
Choose your words, careful and wisely
Always be there to lend a comforting shoulder
One will be there to share a day when you’re older (a day when you’re older)

Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue skies we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain

Old mistakes committed upon us
Always take a toll on the conscience
Every regret is a gift that you live with
Never forget to remember forgiveness

Everybody says that life takes patience
But nobody wants to wait
Everybody says we need salvation
But nobody wants to be saved
The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train
The blue skies we wait on
Are gonna have to come after the rain

Gonna have to come after the rain (rain, yeah)
Gonna have to come after the rain (rain)
Rain, yeah
Rain
Gonna have to come after the rain

Miguel – Come Through And Chill (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Intro]
Trust

[Verse 1]
Hello, stranger
It’s been a minute since we last kicked it
By the way, I just got in town
And I won’t let cumulus clouds all in the sky ruin my vibe
Usually, I don’t do this often
But since we’re coolin’, is it an option
Due to unusual rain and thunder
Baby, I wonder; baby, I wonder, would you just

[Pre-Chorus]
Put your sweats on, put your sweats on for me
Cause I got the plug, I made the coffer green
I’m talking late-night for you
Let me lay a great time on you
Don’t hesitate, no, don’t you

[Chorus]
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night

[Verse 2]
Hello, stranger
Vape’s been waiting
Just as I recall, that ass is still amazing
I’m playing, baby; I’m saying, baby
Lovin’ shit, you know I’m crazy
So go ahead and pour the drink up
I’m so glad we got to link up

[Pre-Chorus]
Get to taking that off, taking that off for me
Cause I got the plug, I made the coffer green
I’m talking late-night for you
Let me lay a great time on you
Don’t make me wait, no, don’t you, no, no

[Chorus]
Just like you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just like you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill

[Chorus]
Just say you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just like you will, will, will
Come through and chill, chill, chill
Just say you will, will, will [I wanna f… all night (say it); I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)]
Come through and chill, chill, chill [I wanna f… all night (say it); I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)]
Just like you will, will, will [I wanna f… all night (say it); I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)]
Come through and chill, chill, chill (na-na-na, I’m sayin’)

[Outro]
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I wanna f… all night (say it)
I wanna f… all night

Jay Critch – Still Sippin (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I pour a 4 I’m leaning
I pour a 8 I’m sleeping
Pour out the pint it’s bleeding
Who got the drank? I need it
Double cup, I got the clean know Imma pour it up
She hate when I’m sipping she know I don’t give a fuck
Don’t touch my cup bitch
Need more seals quick
I can’t spill this, still got a activis
Who dat GP?
A box of the pints in the truck when they call me
I might pull up the rari
Sippin that fanta pardon me
Y’all drinking that garbage ass quality
I got a 2 liter on me
Only pour up with my homies
Don’t ask me if you don’t know me
Slowed up, momma said put that drink shit up
But I’m in love with my cup
I keep sippin and sippin

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
(Yo pass that cup, hey)
Matter fact go make that a double cup
Went and got me two bitches I doubled up
That’s your wifey why she wanna come with us
Let her sip on my cup and she fell in love
I might put my main bitch in Celine
This drank got me deep in my dreams
Fell asleep I was whipping the V
Pull up and I’m making a scene
Why they talking ain’t making no cheese
Your opinion don’t matter to me
Like a farmer I gather the green
Name a young nigga harder than me
She be sucking me up she a leech
Fuck the wave we done started a beach
I’ve been balling lil nigga don’t reach
She keep calling I don’t wanna speak
But I just spent a bag on some feets
Shits might last me a week
Woke up in the Jag with a freak
Cup full of red like it bleed
Then we go hit the stain like bleach
I’m scoring see you in the bleachers
I’m snoring got lean and some reefer
She broke? No I don’t wanna meet her

KYLE – Pursuit Of Happiness (Kid Cudi Cover)

Crush a bit, little bit
Roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling right
Two AM, summer night, I don’t care
Hand on the wheel
Driving drunk I’m doing my thang
Rolling in the midwest side now
Living my life, getting our dreams
People told me slow my roll
I’m screaming out fuck that
I’m a do just what I want
Looking ahead no turning back
If I fall if I die
Know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall if I die
Know I lived and missed some bullets

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

Tell me what you know about dreamin’ (dreamin’)
You ain’t really know bout nothin’ (nothin’)
Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night
5 A-M cold sweats, waking up to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams (dreams)
Tell me what you know about night terrors nothin’
You don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow,
Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shine ain’t always gonna be gold (hey)
I’ll be fine once I get it, get it in, I’ll be good

Pursuit of happiness
Yeah, I’m a get it, I’ll be, good
Ugh
Oh man
Oh alright
Oh, room is spinning, room is spinning
Pat, Zule, where, oh fuck
Oh my God
Why did I drink so much and smoke so much oh

Lecrae – Whatchu Mean (feat. Aha Gazelle)

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
I was always Pippen with the flow
I support the greatest, give and go
Tried to hit me with the bad vibes, let ’em know
Shake that dust up off my feet before they hit the floor
Focus on the ones I love, yeah, them my folks
People love to talk the talk, but they don’t really know
Catch me outside on the field, that’s the goal
Goin’ for conversion, extra points on the low

[Pre-Chorus 1: Lecrae]
All I know is come up when it’s to the summer
Work on top of work, you know we did a ton of
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels
Haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder
Guess it’s safe to say I stay in my lane
Always on time, never hesitate
Watch the execution, I’ma demonstrate
Tryna hit me with your regulations

[Chorus 2: Aha Gazelle & Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Whatcu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream (on your dream?)
On my Fresh Prince, got me feelin’ like Akeem (like Akeem?)
Or maybe Will Smith, all black like M.I.B. (M.I.B.?)
You can hear me (you can hear me?) down the street (down the street?)
It ain’t real if I don’t feel it in my spleen (in your spleen?)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between (hold on)
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu—
Cool (go ahead)

[Verse 2: Aha Gazelle]
Uh, here we go
She wanna know how to pronounce my name, I’m like, "It’s Aha"
I’m picture perfect, I don’t need no Canon like Mariah
I’m makin’ movies, I direct, like I control the choir
I got it groovy, then they kick me out the church like "Hiya"
A rub-a-dub, you ain’t the cleanest in the club, I’m flier
Yo’ baby momma told me that you not a good supplier
So I’m a father figure to Malik and Anania
I’m not the daddy, oh no, no the Devil is liar
It’s goin’ down, but I can guarantee you, baby, we up
At first I couldn’t see, now everybody wanna be us
I’m sad I’m not the one, don’t make me have to play Vegeta
I got a stripper friend who told me she believe in Jesus
Hold on Aha
I ain’t come her to prove nothin’
I been woke before it was cool and before y’all hit the snooze button
The flow’s hot, but I’m ice-cold like I’m on the remake of Cool Runnings
The same things that y’all dream about are the same things that I do in public, no discussion

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean

[Verse 3: Lecrae]
2011, put the hammer on ’em
Church Clothes had Don Cannon on me, had No Malice on it
If they say I’m in Illuminati, keep an eye on ’em
Years later, doin’ shows now
You can catch me on the road now
Took a couple Grammys home now
No one ever put me on now
I ain’t braggin’, I ain’t flexin’ in my song
I’m just tryna talk that real and tryna put my people on
Wanna see me fall, wanna see me gone, know they wrong
Whatchu think I’m on? Whatchu mean? Whatchu really want? (Huh?)

[Pre-Hook 2: Lecrae]
We been out here workin’ summer after summer (we workin’)
Session after session, boy, we did a ton of (did a ton of)
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels (diggin’ tunnels)
And haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder (I don’t see you, man)
Got you on read, you stay in yo’ lane (woo!)
You don’t execute, you just hesitate (yeah!)
Watchin’ how I play, you gon’ miss yo’ game (miss yo’ game)
You too busy tryna regulate (yeah, yeah, woo!)

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean

Morrissey – Spent The Day In Bed (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Spent the day in bed
Very happy I did, yes
I spent the day in bed
As the workers stay enslaved
I spent the day in bed
I’m not my type, but
I love my bed
And I recommend that you

[Chorus]
Stop watching the news!
Because the news contrives to frighten you
To make you feel small and alone
To make you feel that your mind isn’t your own

[Verse 2]
I spent the day in bed
It’s a consolation
When all my dreams
Are perfectly legal
In sheets for which I paid
I am now laid
And I recommend to all of my friends that they

[Chorus]
Stop watching the news!
Because the news contrives to frighten you
To make you feel small and alone
To make you feel that your mind isn’t your own

[Bridge]
Oh time, do as I wish
Time, do as I wish
Oh time, do as I wish
Time, do as I wish
Oh time, do as I wish
Time, do as I wish
Oh time, do as I wish
Do as I wish

[Verse 3]
I spent the day in bed
You can please yourself
But, I spent the day in bed
Pillows like pillars
Life ends in death
So, there’s nothing wrong with
Being good to yourself
Be good to yourself for once!

[Outro]
And no bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No emasculation, no castration
No highway, freeway, motorway
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No bus, no boss, no rain, no train

Rudimental – Sun Comes Up (feat. James Arthur) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I wonder, maybe they’d never find me
I’ve been waitin’ such a long, long, long time to feel it
Swallowed by the waters around me
Though I took so many wrong, wrong, wrong turns to see it, woah

[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more

[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

[Verse 2]
It wasn’t easy tryin’ to run with these handcuffs
I had to sleep through such a cold, cold, cold night to see it
Green flashes hit me right where I’m standing
Sunlight cut into your bones, bones, bones, started to heal it

[Pre-Chorus]
But I dance through the blisters at night
And I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
‘Til I know I’m alive, alive, yeah
I’ll sit ’til I can’t hear words no more

[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love floodin’ back again, yeah
Until the sun goes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
Suddenly the sun comes up
And the dark is gone
We made it to the dawn
And I don’t miss you anymore
When the sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

[Bridge]
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Give a little love back
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Won’t you give it
Turn your light on me
Give a little light
To get a little love back
Give a little, to get a little love
Give a little light
To get a little love back
To get a little love back

[Pre-Chorus]
Dance through the blisters at night
I laughed ’til I cried and cried and
I ran ’til my feet couldn’t run no more (no more, no more)
And I sat ’til my lungs were burnin’
I’m alive, alive
I can’t hear words no more

[Chorus]
Suddenly the sun comes up
And I feel my love
Sun comes up again, my love
Until the sun comes up
And I feel my love comin’ up again
I can feel my love, I can feel my love

[Outro]
Sun comes up
I can feel my love comin’ back again

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Ty Dolla $ign – Message In A Bottle

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 1]
Henny in my system
In here with the pistol
Middle finger to a hater
Any nigga with him
I just came to blow a couple bands
Hoes know I’m the man
Lil’ baby on a Xan
Rollin’ up a strand
‘Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop
It’s too strong for that Ziploc
They like, "You gon’ get us kicked out"
Seen the huge stones in my wrist watch
Got ’em blowin’ at me when I pass by
Starin’ like she got a glass eye
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Go piss outside, too drunk to drive
She said, "I got Uber, do you want a ride?"
Typed in my address, it led to some sex, now I’m dressed
Poppin’ these Advils and textin’ my ex, thanks to the…

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 2]
And I’m too drunk to drive, yeah
Share your location, girl, I’m tryna pull up
But I’m too drunk to drive, oh
Passive when it come to cannabis
But I’m blowin’ like a curtain
My homie got some women at his crib
Know I’m finna flourish
Drankin’ water, tryna save my liver
Walked in, seen some naked strippers
Couple homies started throwin’ money
I just watch you like a babysitter, I’m lit
Stuck where I sit
Please don’t mind me, girl, that’s just how I get
Gave me a lapdance, I had plans to take down a lick
But something told me to face down my ex
Must have been a message in a bottle

Khalid – Perfect

[Intro]
Ready?
I can’t get this thing to stop squeaking
Laughs
Alright
Ready, Riley?
Ready
1, 2, 3, 4

[Verse 1]
I’ve been on my own for a long time, I’m feelin’ kinda lonely
Nothing’s fun when I’m the only one out here who knows me
Something’s stopping me from becoming a better person
I could try to pace myself, but I don’t think that it’s worth it

[Chorus]
What’s the point in workin’, if a wish is never certain?
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Verse 2]
I went for a walk last night, I swear it was for hours
Happiness is far from reachin’ inside of my power
My friends say that I’m changin’, changin’ like the weather
Mom says I look sick, pop says keep my head up

[Chorus]
What’s the point in workin’, if a wish is never certain?
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Verse 3]
Man, I’m thinking out loud, where I know someone will hear me
Cryin’ out for help, in search of someone near me
And I see a growin’ boy whenever I look in the mirror
Told me pain is temporary and my vision’s comin’ clearer

[Chorus]
I’m not used to workin’, a wish is never certain
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Chorus]
No, no
I’m not used to workin’, a wish is never certain
But at least I’ll never be… perfect

Juicy J – Show Time (feat. Xxxtentacion) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Woah, huh, yuh, ayy, ayy
Ayy I got a song with OG, rich
Got a song with Juicy J, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha! Uh

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Ayy, ho
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It’s show time, no Apollo
My .44 fillin’ up with hollows
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our ho
I swerve that bitch like a pothole
Me and Paul stuff hoes in the Tahoe
I ain’t ever stuff shit up my nose
Your bitch at the show, come in my clothes
Borrow that ho, give her back tomorrow
When it’s show time, I show out
Let ’em in, fuck ’em all, kick ’em all out
Me and Big Trees hold that block down
Put the word in, get a nigga knocked down
Show out, get knocked out
I got this shit on lockdown
That’s your hood? This my town
I’m up, yeah, bitch, I’m back down

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Ayy, uh, uh

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I got these ballers, yes I got these ballers
My dick touch her lip and that bitch just stutter
I’m not a prototype, I’m not a prototype
I am original, I’m the original
I took the chopper in half, that’s a sawed-off
I put the piece on the beam, mothafucka
Don’t relax, don’t want the beast, mothafucka
Carnivore, I want the beef, mothafucka
Wind it up, forehead in paint
Bet you I’m right in the paint
These fuckboys sick in the brain
Yuh, what, I put my dick in her face
She suck the tip, not the base
She suck the tip, not the base

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

Juicy J – Bitch From The Gram (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ratchet house party with the lights off
I can smell her pussy all night, dawg
All the hoes fuckin’ in here, all the hoes fuckin’ they friends
You better keep the lights off
Bitches in the kitchen gettin’ fucked up (fucked up!)
Kissing on each other, bitch I wanna fuck (wanna fuck!)
She sucking on a bottle of Ciroc, don’t stop
Got my dick standin’ tall like a mailbox
She poppin’, she smokin’, she suckin’ a dick
She owe me from Instagram, liking her pics
She DM my nigga, we taggin’ that bitch
Her friend was a nine and we tussled that bitch
I’m wit my niggas, we want all the bitches (all the bitches!)
Fuck every nigga who ain’t in it with us (fuck ’em!)
All the hoes comin’ home with us
We gon’ send them back full of nut (fill that bitch up!)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram (yes huh)
That’s the bitch from the gram (know you know her)
That’s the bitch from the gram (prolly fucked her)
That’s the bitch from the gram (yeah)
That’s the bitch from the gram (it’s that bitch)
You know that she fuckin’, she bustin it open, god damn
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram (she freaky mane)
That’s the bitch from the gram (be careful)
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram (I told you mane)
That’s the bitch from the gram
You know that she fuckin’, she bustin it open, god damn

[Outro: Juicy J]
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
That’s the bitch from the gram
You know that she fuckin’, she bustin it open, god damn
That’s the bitch from the gram

Juicy J – That Aint You (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Hook: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Real niggas don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
We used to be homies
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you

[Verse 1 : Juicy J]
There’s certain niggas I don’t fuck wit
There’s certain niggas I don’t fuck wit
Cause I go hard, and I ain’t got time anymore
To waste all my goddamn floss
Seems every nigga wants me to fall
Oh well, landing on my car
Forgiato wheel let’s keep it real
20 years in the game, still makin mills
I thought everybody liked it
Fuck nigga don’t try me
Or end up in a situation you ain’t gettin out of
Let me demonstrate a do-do-do-do-do, a hundred rounds
Fight night, yo life, outline
There’s certains niggas I won’t fuck with
There’s certains niggas I won’t fuck with
Like you, you, you, him, and that nigga
I don’t fuck with y’all niggas
I’m too busy countin up until I see a hundred milly
Good riddance, my fingers itchy

[Hook: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Real niggas don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
We used to be homies
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you

[Verse 2: Logic]
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin’ wit it
Actin like you bout it undercover wit it
I been workin’ like a fiend, nah mean right?
I ain’t fuckin’ wit it if it don’t seem right
Only time I be about it is if the cream right
Motherfuckers wanna gas like a green light
Till that shit pop off and they out of sight
Ain’t no wonder why they never really bout it right
Stay up out my business I’ve been with this
Can I get a witness fuck around and end up on they hit list?
Oh, I ain’t fuckin’ with it though
Mind on my money, give a fuck about a hoe
Money like mine, only come, never go
(When you finna fall off?) Never though
Bring that shit back like we’ve been there before
Like you got it for low, like you got it like woah
Handle my business, I’m in this, I’m ready, I’m steady
This life is the only I know
Fuck about another man talk about another man money
Get the fuck from me
Logic the realest, I don’t give a fuck if you hate this or feel this
As long as you feelin’ this dick
Frontin’ in front of my eyes that shit
Be makin’ me sick

[Hook: Juicy J]
Nigga wonder why
Like where I been
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Real niggas don’t talk, about the dirt they did
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
We used to be homies
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Money look good on me don’t it?
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you
I ain’t fuckin wit’ you

[Interlude: Juicy J]
Niggas be too fake man

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Getting a blowjob in an old-school Lamborghini Countach
I ain’t kick it with no niggas I ain’t beefing with no niggas
I’m just tryna get my pocket on Oprah
These niggas bitches got my name in they mouth like Botox
Meanwhile I’ve been on my own shit
Sitting on my throne getting bent like a crowbar
You gotta be about your money
Never let another motherfucker count your money
The niggas in your circle is not your homies
If they don’t fuck with you without your money
There’s certain niggas I won’t fuck with
Thirsty ass niggas on the internet keep me off your timeline
Fifty niggas waiting at your door-step
Gotta watch your homies can’t trust them all
They get your ass killed for that new car
Niggas they hate, never met a nigga who was motivated
Twenty million later and I’m still waiting
Thirty-Six Mafia inspired you niggas
Six niggas from the mud still fly on you niggas
Real niggas respect real niggas
I can’t give a fuck about the realest nigga
Nigga wonder why?

Juicy J – Freaky (feat. A$Ap Rocky & Suicideboys) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
Damn Davis
Drop that bitch
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Play me some of that $uicide Pimpin’
Juicemane, A$AP Rocky, $UICIDEBOY$
Y’all know what it is
Let’s go

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit
I love a freaky bitch (get naked)
Just get nasty for a nigga
Bitch, I’m filthy rich
Don’t stop, pop that pussy
Make that money, baby (get money)
Fuck that conversation
Make them niggas compensate ya’
I’m in Magic City
I’m grabbin’ ass and titties (always)
I’m leaving King Of Diamonds
All them bitches leaving with me
Can’t fuck in Tennessee
Bet them bitches remember me
I smoke a mild and make them
Pop a bean and drink that Hennessy
Hennything is possible
I got a lot to blow
White girls own a lot of blow
That’s a lot of snow (cocaine)
Bitches love to bust it open
That’s just what you gotta know
You ain’t tryna pop it, hoe
Bitch, you know you gotta go
Cause down south girls love to

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
From the south
She got weed for sale
Fix your weave and nails
Out the house
She got lean for sale
Pink codeine and syrup
In the drought
Come fuck free, for real
But for me it’s still on the house
I get it cheap for real
Without a re, you tell (run your mouth)
Hop in my vehicle
I put the d in tail
Burning out
I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12
200 miles, cuz’ if I see the twelve
My speed won’t leave a trail
Don’t turn around
Cuz if I, if I, if I see the jail
Then I won’t see you girl
If I, if I, if I meet your friend
Then I won’t need you girl
If you, if you, if you give me threesome shit
Then I won’t leave you girl
You gotta go, if you shy to ride a stripper pole
There it go, real niggas know
Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor)
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Aye
Ruby da, Ruby da, Ruby da
Aye
I was [?] on that margarette
You thought that she was hard to get
Then when she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it
Ruby beat the pussy with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it
Cuttin’ up like back in fucking class, but I’m smarter, bitch
Curve a fucking hoe cuz’ she a duck and no, I want no part of it
It’s still fuck a hoe, she think my dick some sort of parlour trick
It’s still run a whore over with the foreign drip
Ask her how the tires fuckin’ taste, yeah, that’s the start, lil bitch
Ruby got the big body Benz, ain’t no parking it
She wants them kids inside her pussy, but there ain’t no parking it, ah

[Verse 4: $crim]
Slob on my knob, lil bitch, do your job
Suck it with the skin, where you fuck the whole team
Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code
All my partners dipped in gold, hit my little bottom bitch
Lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics
Six-four knocking, all these hoes like Death Row ’94
Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls
Skinny savage pimp with a mink coat, walking with a limp
Cut-throat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane
Still fuck a hoe, and that’s going to the grave
That’s going to the grave

Juicy J – Dope Fiend (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
Trippy vibes mane
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with smokin’ a little weed mane
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that shit mane
Listen to that music nigga
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
That’s some trippy vibes right there bro
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Man
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
This about gettin’ high man

[Chorus]
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud

[Verse 1]
I got bars like Rikers Island
Where I’m from, them niggas wilin’
I got bread, that dough be pilin’
I get high, I need a pilot
Know the plug like an extension
I know shit that I can’t mention
I make money like an invention
And I’m free like O.J. Simpson
You need that shit, I got plenty
My trap be boomin’ like penny
I need it all, every penny
My [?] fat, never skinny
Been knew that I had it in me
I took the heart away, penny
Couple codeine, that shit finna hit me
Lean, lean, promethazine
Pineapple
Crush, a Cream Soda
Don’t shake it up
I’m stuck, I can’t get up
Dope fiend, dreams in my cup
Ambulance, so g roll up
Lookin’ for me, I’m high, look up
No such thing as too much

[Chorus]
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I’m Manny
And I know shit so don’t stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud

[Outro]
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane just like a junkie
Bud keep me fiending mane

Juicy J – Dusse & Ciroc (feat. Smokepurpp) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Highly Intoxicated mane
Know what I’m sayin’
Shouts out to my nigga, Big Triece
We mixing that D’Usse with that Ciroc mane
We doin’ some new shit
Some next level shit mane
We get fucked up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

[Verse 1: Juicy J)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
And I smoke a lot (smoke a lot nigga!)
I got cameras in the spot (they in my spot!)
It ain’t no twenties in my knots (mo’ faces!)
When I drink, I pour a lot (I can’t taste it!)
Got them foreigns in the spot (the driveway!)
I got foreigns in the lot (two hunnit thousand!)
That’s that diddy bop

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got lean up in my pot (qualitest!)
I mix that shit up in the pot (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt!)
VVS for all my rocks (shinin’ on you bitches!)
I got love for all my thots (I still love you bitches!)
I thank god I’m at the top (still lonley though!)
I just might pull up in a drop (vroom!)
I might just pull off on a cop (ok!)
Bitch, don’t touch me, I’m too hot

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Put a deuce inside my wop
Sipping on some drop (huh!)
Bitch, it’s Lil Purp
I’m off the percs, I pop a lot (I pop a lot!)
And this lambo, fast (skrt!)
Bitch, I speed a lot (skrt!)
Cop pull up behind me
Hit the gas, ’cause I can’t stop (huh!)
I’m in Neiman Marcus (uh!)
Blowin’ bags, I’m with a thot
Keep a chopper on me
And you know I geek a lot (geek, geek, huh!)
You on bitch shit (huh!)
I’m on rich shit (huh!)
I just dropped like thirty bands and that’s your wishlist (huh, woo!)
Beans inside my spot (beans!)
Count a lot of guap (guap!)
Bitch, I diddy bop (bop!)
Every city bop (bop!)
Kick that door and I don’t knock (and I don’t!)
Plus my bitch is hot (hot!)
They off molly, they off rock

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

Juicy J – Big Tymer (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m walkin’ in lookin’ like a million dollars
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
I look like, yeah
Money bitch
I look like
Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money

[Verse 1]
I step on the jet, Cuban link chain on my neck
I smell like cash, I look like a check
I land in your city, they seein’ all the women
I pull out all them bands, they all comin’ with me
Kush give me energy, nobody real as me
So many diamonds, you stand too close, then you finna freeze
Hustlin’ ain’t dead homie, you niggas terrified
So dope in this game, I slang a verse like I’m sellin’ pies
Ten in the mornin’, I wake up countin’ money
Then go to the club and we turn up on a Monday
What can I say, I make more dough than a funnel cake
Pull my chain out in the club and make it look like a sunny day

[Chorus]
I’m walkin’ in lookin’ like a million dollars
Big timer, bitch, holler
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
Looking like a motherfuckin’ big timer
I look like, yeah
Money bitch
I look like
Money bitch
Bitch, I look like money

[Verse 2]
You talkin’ shit, you got nothin’ on me
Twenty thousand dollar ring finger
I’m flickin’ these hoes
Assume the position
With a nigga flickin’, countin’ this dough
These is double digits, nigga
I wanna triple double
Nigga [?] on my level, nigga
Chewed up, whipped up
Our brand new main chick
Her skin white leopard, nigga
(Heyyyyyyyyyyy!)
I feel like money, bitch
I can go buy brand new jet if I wanted it, runnin’ bitch
Then go buy a crib in the hills, worth ten mil
Turn to a farm, grow some weed, Holyfield
Bitch, I tried to tell ’em
I’m all about my bankin’
Franklin, Jackson, Grant
Stacks on stacks, they say you are what you eat
Shit, I don’t come cheap
Bitch, I’m hood rich, I got M’s in my teeth

Juicy J – Kamasutra (feat. Cardi B) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Cardi B]
No bitch got a mouth like me
No bitch got a pussy like me
The fuck!
Bitches can’t suck dick like me
Rap and spit on the dick at the same time

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Suck my balls, lick my nuts
Pop this Xan, hit this dust
I know how to fuck, I ain’t never gon’ bust
In these hoes, I ain’t never gon’ trust
Pour Champagne on all these sluts
Head so good, gotta keep in touch
Throw that wood, ’til I drive the bitch nuts
I put it in her guts
She keep beggin’ me to hit it raw
I outline that pussy in chalk
Hold my dick, a deadly weapon
Damn right I break the law
Right before she threw it back
I threw dick up in her jaw
She can have a nigga hooked
But I’ma fucking cut her off
I know your bitch want that gangsta dick
She take the shit, my paper thick
I take a bitch, never save a bitch
Wraith a bitch, never rape a bitch
She lick the top, lick the sides
Take a trip, take a ride
She say she can take a dick
Then she hit me with this line

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
You know now, hoe (ah-ha)
Them been to places I been (I’ve been)
That blue, the bag that I spent (I spent)
Had a nigga fuck me and my best friend (ah-ha)
Jump on top then I do a little spin (spin)
Been back at it then I give a little grin (grin)
Give a nigga super head like Karim
Pussy so deep, you gon’ drown or gon’ swim (splash, splash!)
I see you swimpin’, ready to ooh
Want to put the tip in
You got me doing the moves that I used to do
Back in the days when I was strippin’ (woo)
Baby, I’m hot, I’m fresh out the kitchen
Won’t you come put your key in my ignition? (ah)
You got a bitch, but we different
I keep on riding, you blew out her engine (skrr! skrr!)
You know I’m the trillest
You know I’m the best boy (best boy)
Caution sign, on slippery, when wet boy (splash, spash)
Come on baby, I’m exactly what them boys like
No playing games daddy, suck and fuck you all night

[Chorus: Juicy J & Cardi B]
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
Boy, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
Girl, you better fuck me all night
All night, all night

[Outro: Juicy J]
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Slob, on my knob
I’m the best, thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head
Thanks, give me head

Juicy J – Dats What I Thought (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

{Verse 1: Juicy J]
Say you on static, you got it, you ain’t really ’bout it my nigga
And dat’s what I thought
You gon’ quit talkin’ or either be off with your head instead
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I know some niggas been trappin’ for half of they life and they rich And they never got caught
I know some bitches is fucking ’bout every rapper in the city
I never go wrong
I know some bitches that’s popping they pussy
Run up a check and they bring it right to me
Bitch, I’m a manager
I know how to handle you
I make a vet outta rookie
You tryna get paid or naw
Dat’s what I thought
Hit the stage and take it off
Hop in a Uber, I hop in this Bentley
And sip on this henny
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bitch, I’m a boss (bitch, I’m a boss!)
I’m drippin’ in sauce (just follow the drip!)
I call it like Moss
She looking too hard
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
That what you rented? (that lil shit?)
This what I bought (this big boy shit!)
Show me the pink slip, nigga (where it at?)
Yeah, dat’s what I thought (that ain’t yo shit!)
Nigga be tough (talkin’ that shit!)
When they on the net (talkin’ that shit!)
When you see ’em in person (cough!)
They be like "I ain’t on that"
Dat’s what I thought
That bitch is fine, my truck got a line
That’s why I can fuck up a check
These niggas lying, they ain’t doing fine
Most of these niggas in debt
Start with the cap, you ain’t in the trap
Show me the pack
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You niggas fool, this ain’t what you do
Show me the tool
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You talking ’bout bricks like you with the shit
I bet you don’t even know how much it cost
You niggas lost, knock that shit off
Soak up the sauce, this shit can’t be bought

[Outro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
Niggas be talking they shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

Juicy J – Call My Lawyer (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
It make’s no sense, it doesn’t fit
If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit

[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

[Bridge]
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran

[Verse 1]
I don’t talk to 12, I don’t sit in cells
I don’t do no time, I just post my bail
I might knock a cop out, but I won’t take a cop out
I can beat a murder bitch, don’t make me pull my Glock out
‘Cause what them hoes do is try to de-rose you
If you got the M’s, watch who you get close to
If you don’t let ’em in, they try to expose you
Right hand on the bible, I’m tellin’ the whole truth
Call my lawyer

[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

[Bridge]
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran

{Verse 2]
Niggas gon’ snitch on the plug
I don’t say shit to the judge
Hell naw, I don’t know shit
I don’t know who the nigga was
I don’t know where the nigga live
I don’t know none of his kids
I don’t know what a nigga drive
I don’t know where a nigga hide
Niggas ain’t loyal these days
Most of ’em got bitch nigga ways
I don’t trust none of these niggas
Niggas can’t take shit to the grave
Niggas don’t use they head
Call your phone from the feds
Tryna get you indicted
Talkin’ ’bout what another nigga did
I don’t be answering my phone
These niggas shit be tapped
I don’t know what niggas on
Talkin’ ’bout who got clout
Niggas tellin’ on theyselves
Showing everybody they strap
Til’ they run in your crib, hands behind your back
Call the lawyer

[Chorus]
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny)

[Bridge]
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
We gon’ take this shit to trial, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
He gon’ beat the case, beat it up like Johnny Cochran

[Outro]
Johnny
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
Johnny Cochran (Johnny Cochran)
I don’t talk to 12, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran
Don’t read me no charges, call my lawyer, Johnny Cochran

Juicy J – Up There (feat. Ykom) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Triple-Six Mafia
Triple-Six Mafia
Triple-Six Mafia
Triple-Six Mafia

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My check, my sack, it’s up there
I’m lit, I’m high, I’m up there
A hunnit shots, I’m up there
I’m on a [?], I’m up there
She get on top, she up there
On top of the game, I’m up there
They look up to me, I’m up there
Just Like Mike, I’m up there
I just put my bitch up on a flight
She gucci up there
Prices high, they up there
Don’t go, you ain’t from up there
I’m sitting on fours, I’m up there
Toot that ass up there
We playing catch with the money
Throw your stash up there

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, it cost to be the boss
And I should know, I’m up there
Just bought a watch
Might as well buy a chain since I’m up here
Yeah, I got gang up here
So you can’t hang up here
These hoes be choosers so don’t bring your main thang up here
Look like I play ball, bitch
My net worth is way up there
I’m making the calls like a ref
I’m officially up there
Thought you was taking off this year, but you ain’t going nowhere
I swear I’m on these niggas neck
When they look up, I’m up there

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My check, my sack, it’s up there
I’m lit, I’m high, I’m up there
A hunnit shots, I’m up there
I’m on a [?], I’m up there
She get on top, she up there
On top of the game, I’m up there
They look up to me, I’m up there
Just Like Mike, I’m up there
I just put my bitch up on a flight
She gucci up there
Prices high, they up there
Don’t go, you ain’t from up there
I’m sitting on fours, I’m up there
Toot that ass up there
We playing catch with the money
Throw your stash up there

[Verse 2: YKOM]
Shit’s so insane, I’m up there
They frown on my dame, it’s monclair
They lost in the brain, I don’t entertain
They ain’t got no hane, they stuck there
Them dope flows make your betty rock
I came in with the devil push
These songs never really touch down
The number ones got me up there
Friends coast on the bag
Soon as I sit in the jag, I’m up there
They only watch you make ’em mad
30k for the tag, it’s up there
Shopping sprees, never lack
250 on the bag, doing the math
Every time I get an 88, that’s 100 in the stash

Juicy J – Watch Money Fall (feat. Rick Ross & Project Pat) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Bridge: Juicy J]
I stopped going to the stripclub a long time ago, because, um, I just invite the bitches to my crib, yeah

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got the hmmm, NBA numbers ain’t no layin’ up
So much money, you can count it, gotta weigh it up
You ain’t got this kind of change, better save up
Iced out, championship rings, bitch you know what’ssup
Watch the cash jump out, you look like a Kardashian
You got ass like Kylie
You might even be finer
You know I’m a big tymer
You the baddest thing I done found inside a ace of diamonds
Make it flood in this hoe
Autograph your boat
Rick James, I’m toasted
Ain’t no standing on sofas
She only understand dollar signs
Can’t holler at her, you broke
You know Juicy don’t play around
My money long, jump ropes

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Throw the money up
She watch the money fall
She know I wanna fuck
She say that’s not a problem
This bitches booty big
She know my bank bigger
Bitch, my bank teller
Might have some bank, nigga
I roll that cavy up
Yes, that’s a caviar
Blowin’ smoke, I got it smellin’ like the salad bar
No time for beefin’ with these crab niggas
But that shit slap, gotta call a cab, nigga
I’m out in Bel-Air and I’m sipping Bel-Air
If it’s less than seven figures, I could care less
Contract like I’m playin’ for the Spurs, nigga
Lend a hoe a hunnit bands in her purse, nigga

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Tattoos on the booty
Tattoos on her titties
Piercing on her nipples
Hand on her kitty
Dancing, magic city
Booty shaking battle
Bands in my hand, pet that ass like a pedal
So much beef on shawty ass like kettle
And she ride deep like strap in a saddle
Throw that bitch a bankroll
Watch her whip a pistol
She don’ scraped her whole rent check
Off the fizzo

Juicy J – Always High (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
There’s always a bottle in the truck
Haha
Yea, man
T.G.O.D
Mafia

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up

[Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t got no job, smoke weed out the jar
Most niggas gotta rob cause the
President don’t fuck with us
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Smoking weed with your broad
In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard
I just hit third base like a baseball game
Your bitch ridin’ now she ain’t yours mane
I ain’t got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in
I got girls rollin up what they came here for
Smoke so much till I can’t no more
I ain’t worried about 12, I can make me a sale
Ain’t gotta send it through the mail
Cause it’s legal now so the plants gon’ grow
OG Kush got me movin’ slow
Let me hit that bong
We don’t smoke that mid, only smoke that strong
If it ain’t that dope, don’t roll it up
And you already know what’s in my cup
Finna roll a paperplane
Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain
And if it ain’t Green Sui’, then you know it’s KK
Don’t fuck up my high, don’t fuck up my day
I just put new rims on a oldschool car
Smoke so much that I’m in the stars
Just smoked out the new Mulsanne
I smoke more than you move them thangs
And my eyes so low, man I’m in my zone
Too damn high, man don’t hit my phone
Cause you already know what I’m on
Bout to break me down a pound and roll me up a zone, nigga

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I roll too much weed smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up That’s why we gotta roll one up

Juicy J – Petty (feat. Project Pat & Go) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Patta, Patta, Patta

[Hook: Project Pat]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Just because my money longer than yours
My weed stronger than yours
I’m still slammin’ foreign doors and fuck all of these whores
These niggas mad, wish they was doin’ the shit I’m doin’
She lookin’ for a relationship, I’m lookin’ for the chewin’
Street shit, get you untied, I’m trying to get you laid
Some dreams turn to nightmares, feds touched his page
Slangin’ H, I done moved shit, made from state to state
Niggas and bitches want you locked up dead call that (?)
You can lose your place, tryna worry ’bout my plate
Tryna take off my plate, shot his ass in the face
Petty ass niggas make a rich nigga catch a case
Petty ass niggas make a rich nigga catch a case

[Chorus: Juicy J]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

[Verse 2: GOD]
These bitches be doing the most
Stop callin’ my phone with the drama
Blowin’ me up, you bad as Osama bitch, but you ain’t my momma
Get out yo’ feelings, get you some business stop worryin’ ’bout me and my partners
You making me sick, if I had a wish I wish you would keep it 100
And niggas is worse than the hoes
Flirt with yo’ bitch on the low
Diss you when you ain’t around
And then they be like what up bro
Bust in yo’ pockets, countin’ your money like they was the IRS
I don’t care about what another man do my nigga that’s why I’m blessed
I get straight to it say less
Got now my foot on they neck
I live my life, no stress
Got niggas in check like chess
Niggas wish they could be me but you ain’t ready nigga
They just want some shit for free so I can’t fuck with all these

[Chorus: Juicy J]
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings
All these petty niggas, and these petty bitches
I can’t tell the difference, I can’t tell the difference
Bitch get out yo’ feelings, get out yo’ feelings
Get out yo’ feelings, bitch get out yo’ feelings

[Interlude: Juicy J]
Get out your motherfuckin’ feelings man
You know what I’m sayin’
Can’t stand a petty motherfucker man
Fuck ’em

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Bitches wanna set you up
Just to get their paper up
Niggas wanna take you down
Plottin’ when you not around
Gotta keep it pimpin’, pay attention, niggas really clowns
You can’t show ’em everythin’, niggas never seen a pound
You do what they dream about
Got these niggas schemin’ now
Everything dope, and you got these bitches fiendin’ now
When you got your bread up, gotta keep your head up
Niggas out here talkin’ to them people cause they fed up
Either way it go don’t put yo’ trust in niggas
Put my faith in God, I don’t fuck with niggas
I don’t even conversate with sucka niggas
At the end of the day I don’t play, I don’t fuck with all these petty niggas