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Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
Fuck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna fuck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I’m him
Me and my niggas we ballin’
Fuck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, fuck her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her friends
They like who is them niggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil bitch and another lil bitch and they all in my bed
We layin’ on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I’m passing my swag to my son
Big booty bitch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that bitch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I fucked that bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I’m beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need ’em today
I don’t feel safe if I ain’t got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I’m tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that shit like shakin’ dice
Fuck up a check when I run up in Saks
My bitch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain’t have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin’ for nothing, know I’m with the shit
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many bitches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don’t forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day prayin’, lord forgive my sins
Young nigga risk it all for a Benz
Ain’t got no pal, I’m goin’ to the pen
Baggin’ the powder, blow it in the wind
I’m gon’ get dollars, know I’m ’bout to spend
I gotta get money

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

I never gave a fuck
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
Never, never, never, never, never
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Too fast, niggas know how I get
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word?
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Hammer time, hammer time
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
About shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh

Taylor Swift – Look What You Made Me Do (At Capital’s Jingle Bell Ball 2017) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I don’t like your little games
Don’t like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don’t like you
I don’t like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you (oh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Verse 2]
I don’t like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You asked me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure
Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours

[Pre-Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

[Bridge]
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
(Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me—)
"I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now
"Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead!" (Oh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

Brett Young – O Holy Night

O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
And in His name, all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us praise His holy name

Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born

Fall, fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O night when Christ was born

O night divine!
O night, O night divine!

Moby – Like A Motherless Child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home

[Verse 1 – Moby]
This was life and this was safer
All was strange and always stranger
I laid [?] but so much [?]
I’m never safe from all this danger
The demon’s eyes and demon [?]satyr[?]
I was bait but what would bait her?
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
I hide my face, no way to face her
This was loss, this was name
This was my truth, this was no game
This was not hope, this was not sane
And from these broken places made
That was loss and this was later
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
Like a motherless child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home

[Verse 2 – Moby]
This was loss and this was later
Always hate but never hate her
I laid in wait but so much later
And never safe from all this danger
The demon’s eyes, the demon [?]satyr[?]
I was bait, but what would bait her
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
I hide my face, no way to face her
This was loss, this was name
This was my truth, this was no game
This was not hope, this was not sane
And from these broken places made
That was loss and this was later
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
Like a motherless child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home
So far from home

Sheryl Crow – The Dreaming Kind

I turned off the news again tonight
It’s getting hard to watch everyone fight
But every time I turn my face
I see the world from outer space
How small we are but look how much we have to waste

So I’m giving it all I got
There’ll be no more wasting precious time
I’m giving it all I got
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
That we’re beautiful inside
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind

Could you imagine it, if love was blind
If on this earth everybody was kind
Oh what a different world it’d be
If peace was our reality
But how far will we have to fall
Before we meet destiny

So I’m giving it all I got
There’ll be no more wasting precious time
So I’m giving it all I got
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
That we’re beautiful inside
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind

Every child is pure until he learns to hate
They watch with innocence and imitate
They say that love can conquer all, but there is no time to wait

So I’m giving it all I got
Even if I cannot change a thing
I’m giving it all I got
Gonna fight to keep remembering
That we are beautiful inside
Maybe I’m just the dreaming kind

Roy Wood$ – Monday To Monday

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 1]
Money fly you out when you in Georgia
I make sure shorty feel important
Balmains while she’s going shopping
Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
Catch me with thugs
Ride around with them birds
Drugs make her slow
Can’t feel her toes
Gang shit on Tour
Ohh she love me (hey)
All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
Girl what you planning (oh oh)
I feel like Aladin(yeah)
I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)
Ohh she crazy
I love her crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 2]
Gyal dem go shopping
Tagged up with squaddy
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
Like these bitches are from Europe
My girl look like Katy Cherry
She got tattoos in her arm
She sings like Adele
Narcotics for fun
Liquors for the pain
Don’t believe in love
[?]
Face, out my face bitch
Am I looking out your way now
[?]
But I’m looking for my main girl
I could barely think
I have way too much to say now
[?]
And fly out to Costa Rica
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new to this
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

Upchurch – Tennessee Dreamin

[Intro]
DJ Chose
I was out there on the hustle
I know you remember me
No more sleeping on the floor
I got some money finally
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 1]
11 years old I was sitting on the block
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

[Verse 2]
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
120 on that ranch, on my own two
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose

[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
(We break it, bitch)

[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came through, popped up on the first day
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Gunna – Drip Or Drown

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche Carrera

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

[Verse 2]
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’

[Chorus]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
I get money and I get it in bulk
Make a MC go home and sulk
Them man can’t show me the ropes
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
Them man there on a slippery slope
Them man there must think it’s a joke
Them man are snorting too much coke
Cuh you can put me to the test
Blood, there’s no contest
Which soundboy wanna test?
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
You can make a bird call to the nest
I got man that wanna invest
I got labels showing interest
Can you smell that lemon zest?
If you see me with an empress
You better check out the bum and breast
Yeah, let’s go home and rest
Let’s quickly undress
Yeah everyting cool and bless
In life, man have to progress
I want more success
I want more success, cuh

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I’m the best MC
North, south, east to the west MC
Skillwise big up my chest MC
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
Like who’s gonna test MC?
I tell my dons go fetch MC
Don’t leave until you catch MC
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
Dallas falcon crest MC

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 3: D Double E]
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
I don’t know what them men are on
I don’t know what them man are thinking
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
Them men are losing the plot
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
No hold back, no energy saving
Sizzling like steak in the pan
D Double E and his right hand man
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
And if I like your gyally
Wham, bam, thank you, maam

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

Rexx Life Raj – Where I Belong

[Intro]
See I’m sayin’ so you get from here to over there
And that flows to the singers
Real artists recognize that
See the foo foo guys, they don’t recognize that

[Verse 1]
Ay, all of my thoughts be clouding my judgment sometimes
Backtracking and second-guessing like I don’t know nothin’ sometimes
Seems like I’m spending hella my time to figure it out
Who are these niggas around
They’re just gonna ruffle my feathers
Stuck in my wings
Can’t get off the ground

[Verse 2]
I got the vision, they don’t got the vision
I’m well aware of all my decisions
When I need ’em and I call ’em everybody missing
When I got it they come back around this shit is fishy
I keep betting on Faraji even when it’s risky
My anxiety been finding ways to keep me busy
Guess it’s a blessing in disguise
I get lost in my mind
Still I rise every time
Still I rise

[Verse 3]
It’s been a hell of a ride
Niggas been off of my old shit, know that
I just get better with time
But that I never rewind
No, I don’t nickel-and-dime
I’d rather put it in the time
I’d rather work
I’d rather own all my own shit
I feel better when it’s mine
Know Imma shine
You know it

[Chorus]
Walk into room soul glowin’
You see the light on me?
Look how it shines on me
I might have been down but not for long
When you turn around, know I’ll be gone
And be at the top where I belong
Where I belong
Spend a lot of time to right the wrongs
Then I let go of all my flaws
Headed to the top where I belong
Yeah, where I belong
Ohhhhh, oh

SKYLAR STECKER – Blame lyrics

I feel your eyes all over me they don’t let go
So many things I wanna say I know you know
I like the way you make me feel, it’s overload
The way you rock, I’m losing my control

I’m not holding my breath cuz it ain’t over yet, you take it away
I’m not biting my tongue cuz the night is still young and I wanna play
So hey, I know she looking right this way, but all you really see is me
This is crazy

Can you blame me
You got that super power can’t explain it
Used to getting what I want and I ain’t changing
I want me and you so Imma take it, take it
Can you blame me

A girl like me know exactly how this gon go
You got me synching up into your tempo
All eyes on us so we gonna put on a show
And I don’t care who’s watching

I’m not holding my breath cuz it ain’t over yet, you take it away
I’m not biting my tongue cuz the night is still young and I wanna play So hey, I know she looking right this way, but all you really see is me
This is crazy

Can you blame me
You got that super power can’t explain it
Used to getting what I want and I ain’t changing
I want me and you so Imma take it, take it
Can you blame me

Got me feeling that déjà vu
Same time, same place been here with you before
Got me feeling that déjà vu
Same time, same place been here with you before
Can you blame me

You got that super power can’t explain it
Used to getting what I want and I ain’t changing
I want me and you so Imma take it, take it
Can you blame me

Don’t blame me, don’t blame me, what’s a girl to do
Don’t blame me, don’t blame me, can you blame me
Don’t blame me, don’t blame me, what’s a girl to do, what’s a girl to do
Don’t Blame me

Sik World – Liar Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Sik World]
I gotta be real with myself
I wasn’t being real to myself
I still have scars that run deep and I haven’t spent any time healing myself
No one around could, feel what I felt
I felt stuck in painting fear in myself
I’m still gonna burn out steaming in hell
God, acting like I’m not screaming for help
I, gotta get up
I can feel it in my gut I wanna give up
I can’t trust anyone cos everyone switch up
I can’t love anyone cos everyone slip up
It’s just me, don’t got anyone I can hit up
All I tried was to see stadiums fill up
Because of me every light inner gets lit up
Changing the world through every lyric I spit up
But until I, change it within me I can never change it
I turned fake, I got the balls to say it
I was riding waves, tryna get famous
A million places where my name is
Now I hate the stress that it all came with
My anxiety’s high and its mad dangerous
I lost my girl, I can never save us
Being honest with yourself is the hardest favour
It’s okay to admit when you’re wrong and your fake
It’s okay to lose yourself when you make mistake
It’s okay to lose faith after a heart break
I can’t say I’m perfect if I did I was lying to your face
I’m a liar, and I lie everyday
I act like I’m fine but I ain’t
Inside I’m dying and I pray, cos I’m only human, yeah
What more can I say? Damn

[Chorus – Sik World & Alex Marie Brinkley]
I feel like I found me but I’m lost again, oh oh oh
I felt like I could do it without a friend, oh
I’m a liar, to myself
I’m a liar, to myself

[Verse 2 Sik World]
I gotta be real with myself
I wasn’t being real to myself
I still have scars that run deep and I haven’t spent any time healing myself
No one around could, feel what I felt
I felt stuck in painting fear in myself
I’m still gonna burn out steaming in hell
God, acting like I’m not screaming for help
I, gotta learn to
Accept the fact that there’s no one to turn to
Accept the fact that the flame we had burnt through
I fucked up bad, knowing that I don’t deserve you
So many problems that we could’ve sat and worked through
Wishin’ that I wasn’t the one that had’ve hurt you
So blind to that I didn’t see that from your view
And now I’m stuck with pictures that I sit and search through
And I heard you, moved on, and that it was my fault
I’m sick of all the damage that I caused
So sick of fricking living inside of my thoughts
I’m blind to what I have and only see what I’ve lost
And I thought, if I blew up, I would be happy
Well I’m not! So don’t even ask me
If it looks like I am then I’m probably just acting
Cos life is a movie, mine looks like a sad scene
I’m lying to myself when I say I believe
The truth is I didn’t even see it in me
I would only rhyme if I was feeling a beat
When I should just be filling in me
And rap’s hobbies and its hilling to me
I had nobody when I needed to speak
Hated my life and it don’t mean it to me
I’m still dealing with these demons in me
Thought I was found but the real me needed to leave, cos

[Chorus – Sik World & Alex Marie Brinkley]
I feel like I found me but I’m lost again, oh oh oh
I felt like I could do it without a friend, oh
I’m a liar, to myself
I’m a liar, to myself

Kodak Black – I Get The Bag Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Nah dawg, it’s lil Kodak nigga what you thought
I got snakes on my Gucci, but not in my yard
I got that bag got that guwop, bought a icy watch
Shoutout to Convertible Burt
Florida boy, Florida boy, Florida shit
I turned my 4 door to a vert
Can y’all please let me roll in peace, I’m smoking purp
My nigga said if he go to prison, he get the jury gone
All you rappers really be nervous with some jewelry on
Don’t be remixing my shit, that wasn’t X’s song
Don’t remix my shit, that’s a nigga track
When I remix, I re-rock your shit like whipping crack
I drop a seven in a pot, and stretched me ten back
I just pulled a bag out a Cartier box
Pulled up to the dumpster, threw away some bank cards
Road running duffling
Yea I got that laundry
Rolling on a monkey
My car look like a pumpkin
In and out of juvenile, every day we rumbling
Bunky trynna sleep, I singing rest in peace [?]
My bitch she got on MAC
Keep her face done
I’m sliding with the MAC
I got to stay with one
Don’t remix my shit
Don’t remix my shit, you can’t ride the beat like me
All you niggas ain’t shit, you niggas ain’t in these streets
How you older than me, you trynna to be like me
I got that bag
I got that bag lil nigga, I got that bag
Garbage bag, Breitling bag, whatever bag yuh
Garbage bag, body bag, whatever bag get that shit

Snoop Dogg – Go On (feat. October London)

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)

I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood
Let the wind blow, open up the window
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
We have a barbeque to do at four
Swimming pool party in the back on the low
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Playing mama dear, calm and clear
This that time of the year
For everybody to be boisterous
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

Shined up my white walls, night falls
I’m feeling hella good
I’m doin thangs that you never would
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
We go, till we can’t go no more
It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
You go off and we go on

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

SZA – The Weekend (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1]
You say you got a girl
How you want me?
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin’ is reckless
Of knowin’ it’s selfish
And knowin’ I’m desperate
Gettin’ all in your love
Fallin’ all over love, like
Do it ’til it hurts less
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin’ home?
Is you out with her?
I don’t care long as you’re here by
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want

[Chorus]
My man is my man is your man
Heard it’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

[Verse 2]
I gotta say I’m in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean I’m saying what kind of deal, just two days?
I need me at least ’bout four of them
More of them, more of you on me
On us, just tell me you want me, yeah
Monday and I’ll be at your door
Ready to take her place
Ready to give you
What you’ve been missin’ on weekdays
What you’ve been waitin’ for
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, I know what you want

[Chorus]
My man is my man is your man
Heard it’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

[Outro]
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas

SZA – Love Galore (On SNL) (Live)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need

[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love
‘Long as we got
Love, love, love
‘Long as we got

[Verse 1: SZA & Travis Scott]
Done with these niggas
I don’t love these niggas
I dust off these niggas
Do it for fun
Don’t take it personal
Personally, I’m surprised you called me after the things I said
Skrt skrt on niggas (yah)
Skrt up on niggas (true)
Skrt down, you acting like me (yah)
Acting like we wasn’t more than a summer fling
I said farewell, you took it well (true)
Promise I won’t cry over spilled milk (ooh no, I won’t)
Gimme a paper towel, gimme another Valium
Gimme another hour or two, hour with you

[Pre-Chorus: SZA & Travis Scott]
Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me? (yah)
Why you bother me when you know you got a woman? (yah)
Why you hit me when you know you know better? (true)
Know you know better (true)
Know your crew better than you do
Call me looking for ya (yah)
I be looking for ya (yah)
Got me looking forward to weekends (yah)
With you baby, with you baby
With you baby, (true)
With you
We do whatever we want, go wherever we want
Love however we want, it don’t matter (true)
You’ll do whatever I want, get whatever I want
Get whatever I need, it’s about

[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got

[Verse 2: SZA & Travis Scott]
Should’ve never gave you my number, I did it with you (ooh)
Should’ve never let you hit it, I split it with you
I regret it, you gots a fetish
You gots a problem, now it’s a problem, oh, no
Skrrr, skrrr on bitches (yah)
I don’t know these bitches (yah)
Dig dirt on bitches, do it for fun
Don’t take it personal, baby
Love on my ladies, luh-love to my ladies, uh (true)
Dated a few (straight up)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & SZA]
Why you bother me?
Why you bother me?
Why you bother me? (yah)
Last time I checked you were the one that left (the one)
Me in a wreck—yah—, me in a mess (yah, yah)
You all I rep—yah—, like my side I rep (yah)
Yuh, that’s that Mo City that side
That you can’t come ’round at night, yuh (it’s lit)
You like to get me high, you don’t want no one beside ya
You like when I make fire
You say, "La Flame, keep makin’ fire" (ooh)
Let me cum inside ya, let me plant that seed inside ya (ooh)
Ass and titties, titties, only thing that stuck with, with me (with me)
Only thing that was real
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (yah, feel me)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yah (with you)

[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got

[Outro: SZA]
I came to your city, lookin’ for lovin’ n’ licky
‘Cause you promised to put it down
All up in your city, lookin’ for you, uh
Searchin’ for you like love
Only thing keepin’ me from droppin’ you right now
Right now (love)
Only thing keepin’ me by your side
Only thing keepin’ me by your side now

[Skit]
But see, Solána, if you don’t say something, speak up for yourself
They think you stupid, you know what I’m saying?

Asian Doll – Itty Bitty Bitches (Nicki Minaj Remix)

[Verse 1]
Okay, I’m selling bitches swag
Fuck with me it cost a fee
Birthing bitches, nursing bitches
Smack your ass since I released
Ain’t a bitch that’s fucking with me
Who got next, they saying me
Bitch I’m Asian, I’m a doll
Who you study trying to be
Bitch I be cooling it, bitches on that stupid shit
Pop off at the mouth, I set it off
But I ain’t Boosie bitch
Niggas wanna know, but if she bout it
Let me school ‘em quick
Where your pen and paper
I’ma body any goofy bitch
Taxing for a feature
You a lil’ Felicia
Scoring end zone
You be sitting on the bleachers
Bitches been my sons
I’m a youngin’, and a keeper
Keep up bitch, stop that acting
You a actor
These bitches tripping thinking that they nigga safe
Put my pussy on his face he say he like the way I taste
Aye, ride him twice, for the dick you know I might
I don’t gotta argue with him, he forget you for the night
Let me glow you up bitch
See me do not post shit
Donkey of the day
I gotta tell him, then I stroke it
Pulling on my bundles, cause he bouta rock it so whip
Thirsty for attention
Grab a soda, bitch you over
How you figure you a bummy that’s a shame lil bitch
I know they mad, I’m undefeated, I can’t tame I’m rich
Quick to pop off, fake the mouth
Your fingers stank as shit
Big bars, pretty barb
Kiss the handkerchief

[Hook]
Listen little mama you could never
Oh my bad day bitch I’m better
FX nation, be a letter
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Read you life, I come to post
And his mouth I like to soak
I pop pussy on his nose
Then go eat some Pappadeaux

[Verse 2]
Now if you got a problem with the doll then spark it
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to the orphan
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Put money on the table
Now if you got a problem with the Doll then spark it
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to an orphan
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Put money on the table

[Bridge]
Bitch!
You know what the fuck I’m doing
Asian Doll shit, the doll way
I’m the baddest in any motherfucking where I walk in, period
Haha, yeah

[Verse 3]
Asian Doll, I’m the baddest of them all
I’m a youngin’, and I’m spoiled
Sell that pussy you a fraud
Cut the tree, and count the paper
Niggas love me I don’t save ‘em
I’m just sitting on some acres
Drop that nigga like a label (dropped his ass!)
I did it with no deal and your mad
I could’ve been your mama cause I’m fucking on your dad
Your titties need a lift, that’s why your walking round sad
Diamonds on my face, when I think it’s like flash!
You can never be me, why you envy, that’s a big deal
I’m giving bitches clout, link with me get clientele
It’s a shame, you pushing a mustang
I only hop in foreigns, bitch my ego can obtain
Since I started, been the same
What happened to you?
Selling swag to the homeless, here a luncheable boo
Can’t believe when you see me, stare at me like the news
Only thing that you eating, six foot like a broom

[Hook]
Listen little mama you could never
On my bad day bitch I’m better
FX nation, be a letter
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Read you life, I come to post
And his mouth I like to soak
I pop pussy on his nose
Then go eat some Pappadeaux

YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Flyers Up (Uncensored)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley and Lil Durk]
Durk what up, where you at?
I’m on Normal gang
What you tryna do?
Throwin’ stacks at Magic, today’s Monday right?
So we at that bitch come on
Bout to pull up

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I hang wit niggas that hang wit the niggas
That hang wit the killas that kill all the killers
I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas
Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla
Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
They bookin’ Tee Grizzley they know that I’m wit him
Why you keep barkin, they ain’t check the artist
We all in the section got 50’s on 50’s
Real niggas, street niggas
And we gon’ link wit the gangs
And we come to yo city (gang gang)
I need VIP bar
Them dracos gotta be close to us
We don’t fuck with no rappers
So I never show, can’t let chubbs get close to em
You post want flyers, I’ma hire every killer in the city
Try to go to it
They ain’t got no buzz
They don’t show no love
I know some cuz, bloods
They cool with us, ya
I know some shorties that’s still up in school
You tweakin’ cuz they is gone kill for a stack
You poppin’ them xanies you better not lack
You play wit the dead, no takin it back

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
My opps don’t die everyday
That’s cuz I ain’t beefin’ wit rookies
Yo enemies saw you and didn’t do nothing
That’s cuz you be beefin’ with pussies
I got some Crips that’s killas
Them niggas will murk you and go pray to Tookie
I got four bloods with 50’s
Don’t tweak unless you can duck two hundred bullets
Me and Durk go there they ain’t pattin us down
Get the sticks in and we pass em around
I feel at home when I’m out of town
I be 300 like Kevin no Leonidas
Me and Roc still sendin’ out J-Pays
Opps on the gram say he on nay-pay
He say he live login from a fake page
They over there, go get that drac thang
Free my nigga Mark Meezy
Used to lay in niggas bushes
Yo mama died that’s yo fault
We was tryna get you, niggas got tired of looking
A nigga get he ups on me?
I know them niggas gon’ cook me
If I beef wit a rapper I’ma book him
Come to my shows I’m strapped wit a 40

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

Harry Fraud – Know About (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Maybach music
Real shit right here
Shit
The [?] got the Harry Fraud
Let me come right back at these hoe niggas
Check me out

[Verse 1]
Shining like Sonny Liston
Smoking that Joe Frazier
Prophet like Muhammad
Abu Dhabi watching cable
You gang banging, I’m dope dealing
My chain swanging, I’m just a dope nigga
Magic bought the Dodgers, I just bought the projects
Broke down 100 bricks, same profit margin
‘nother day in the park, I just wanna play ball
Gots my gats and my drugs
It’s my bat and my glove
High as Darryl Strawberry in back of the club
Sorta time[?] most of my niggas is snorters
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

[Verse 2]
I plant the dynamite and then I push the detonator
Go get your money right until then I ain’t fucking with you
Five Jesus pieces but I think the devil got me
Knock a nigga off, get on the phone and laugh about it
Hoe niggas always talking in the past tense
Hate to see a young nigga living in these mansions
Hate to see a young nigga fucking these bad bitches
Fuck her from the back, I got that pussy ad-libbing
Moral of the story, tell a story so terrific
Hit the fan, flip the script, shit could get horrific
What’s your body count nigga, I’m double digits
If your name get on this list somebody gotta get it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

Amuro Namie – Wonder Woman (feat. Ai & Anna Tsuchiya)

弱肉強食この world to be sure
きりぬけてく you’re so independent
You never ever fear
負けず嫌いの性格がいいけど
笑顔の隙間 just one second
見てしまった tears

No no I can’t let it go
知らせてよ
そのSOS

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear

Wonder Woman…

プレッシャーこそ私のエクスタシー
言い切る強気うらはらに
溢れてくストレス
反動で溺れてくラブストーリー
そこに未来などないのに
脱ぎ捨てるの dress?

No no I can’t let it go
知らせてよ
そのSOS

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
Whenever you need
I never let you down
Nothing but Wonder Woman
Wherever you are
Can’t you see I’ll be around

You don’t need to be perfect
誰にだって
泣きたい日がある
Girl you’ll shine one day

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear

I’ll be your Wonder Woman
Whenever you need
I never let you down
Nothing but Wonder Woman
Wherever you are
Can’t you see I’ll be around

Wonder Woman…

Drake – Club Paradise

[Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it?
And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love!
‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Outro: Bob Marley]

Frank Zappa – Road Ladies

Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Yeah! Sure gets lonesome
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis when I thought I had the clap for sure
Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Lonesome ain’t the word
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour?
Oh, I’ll take away…
You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door

Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever give a young man the blues?
Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever make a young man wanna go back home?
When the P.A. system eats it
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you’ve ever known

Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor
What the road ladies do to you?

I know someday I will never
I’ll never go out on the road again, oh yeah
I know someday I will never
I ain’t gonna roam the countryside no more
I’m gonna hang up them ol’ Holiday Inns, yeah
And heal my knees up from when I was doin’ it on the floor
See me doing it, see me do it on the floor

Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too?
Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor
What the road ladies do to you?

Cvija – Novcanice

Tu malu lože samo
(Novčanice novčanice novčanice)
Njene želje su bez
(Granice bez granice bez granice)

Ona voli samo sebe
troši Franke Eure
u garaži BMW-e BMW-e joj je
(Parkiran)

Nastupi hoteli večere kokteli
radi što poželi želi želi
(Svaki dan)

(Troši pare)

(Novčanice

(Troši pare)

(Novčanice)

A ona cilja bankomate i želi da joj plate
mala voli keš i ništa ne daje na rate
Mala fore zna sve mala je karakter
omiljeni izlazak je sa dečkom do banke

Ona živi brzo i kažu da je bahata
to što zna da potroši to ne zna se koliko
Kad je pipnu ona puca ratata
obrara sa nogu kao da je kalašnjikov

Tu malu lože samo
(Novčanice novčanice novčanice)
Njene želje su bez
(Granice bez granice bez granice)

Ona voli samo sebe
troši Franke Eure
u garaži BMW-e BMW-e joj je
(Parkiran)

Nastupi hoteli večere kokteli
radi što poželi želi želi
(Svaki dan)

(Troši pare)

(Novčanice

(Troši pare)

(Novčanice)

A ona zna da mnogo košta vodi mutna posla
jača od Kartela gora nego Cosa nostra
prva euka roba Kolumbija Bogota
reci šta ti treba ona nabaviće odmah

Ona živi brzo i kažu da je bahata
to što zna da potroši to ne zna se koliko
Kad je pipnu ona puca ratata
obrara sa nogu kao da je kalašnjikov

Tu malu lože samo
(Novčanice novčanice novčanice)
Njene želje su bez
(Granice bez granice bez granice)

Ona voli samo sebe
troši Franke Eure
u garaži BMW-e BMW-e joj je
(Parkiran)

Nastupi hoteli večere kokteli
radi što poželi želi želi
(Svaki dan)

(Troši pare)

(Novčanice

(Troši pare)

(Novčanice)

Teodora – Kristijan Grej

Jer on ima ima fabričku greškiu
on nekih sto problema krije u smešku
on ima sve te pogrešne gene
on je jednostavno otrov za mene

Kad se u gradu pojavi
u svojim novim kolima
svaka kosu namešta
da bi mu se dopala

On ih vozi vozi
one su mu igračka
a ja gledam gledam
od tog mi se povraća

Ooo on je nekad bio moj
ooo izbrisala sam mu broj
ooo na vreme sam se spasila
ne valja za srce on je dečko mafija

Jer on ima ima fabričku greškiu
on nekih sto problema krije u smešku
on ima sve te pogrešne gene
on je jednostavno otrov za mene

Kristijan Grej 8x

Ja sam taj
visok crn i mlad
navodim na greh

Ja sam jak
ja ovde držim grad
Kristijan Grej
Kristijan Grej

Kristijan Grej 5x

Sve one bi lako sad dušu prodale
za te nijanse sive ti si ko Kristijan Grej
pod noktom on ima bas ceo ovaj svet
a znam da dok ih ljubi jos mu padam na pamet

Ooo on je nekad bio moj
ooo izbrisala sam mu broj
ooo na vreme sam se spasila
ne valja za srce on je dečko mafija

Jer on ima ima fabričku greškiu
on nekih sto problema krije u smešku
on ima sve te pogrešne gene
on je jednostavno otrov za mene

Kristijan Grej 6x

Ja sam taj
visok crn i mlad
navodim na greh

Ja sam jak
ja ovde držim grad
Kristijan Grej
Kristijan Grej

Kristijan Grej 5x

Kameliya – Куклите

Все по-често дразниш ме ти,
палиш ми фитила ще изгориш.
Кротка не съм, нито добра,
пия си кафето с Пайнера, да!
Като женска имаш ми зъб,
Кучки накрая по мен да ръмжат
Пълен игнор, лаеш ми, бау
Ако ще мрънкаш вратата и чао

[Припев]
Милионите си даваш ли даваш, за да си до мен
и всички кукли да имаш, няма да съм с теб,
Колите ти ще си блъскаш мислейки за мен,
бентли, ментли, дръж си ги за теб
Милионите вземи си сложи си сещаш се къде?
Ако не помниш пиши си няма да съм с теб
Колите ти ще си блъскаш мислейки за мен,
бентли, ментли, дръж си ги за теб

Все по-често дразниш ме ти,
палиш ми фитила ще изгориш.
Нито с пари, нито с коли,
не можеш кралица да купиш, помни!
Ако с теб съм е по любов,
Нема ме купиш в този живот
Пълен игнор, лаеш ми, бау
Ако ще мрънкаш вратата и чао

[Припев]
Милионите си даваш ли даваш, за да си до мен
и всички кукли да имаш, няма да съм с теб,
Колите ти ще си блъскаш мислейки за мен,
бентли, ментли, дръж си ги за теб
Милионите вземи си сложи си сещаш се къде?
Ако не помниш пиши си няма да съм с теб
Колите ти ще си блъскаш мислейки за мен,
бентли, ментли, дръж си ги за теб

[Припев]
Милионите си даваш ли даваш, за да си до мен
и всички кукли да имаш, няма да съм с теб,
Колите ти ще си блъскаш мислейки за мен,
бентли, ментли, дръж си ги за теб
Милионите вземи си, сложи си сещаш се къде?
Ако не помниш пиши си няма да съм с теб
Колите ти ще си блъскаш мислейки за мен,
бентли, ментли, дръж си ги за теб

Boris Dali, Iliyan & Konstantin – Гол

[Илиян]
Тази нощ си лежа и си сънувам
И с Мелания Тръмп в шампанско плувам
Сори, Доналд

[Борис Дали]
Аз пък с Бионсе се целувам
{?}
Но се събуждам

[Константин]
И изведнъж сме на стадион
Кой? България е световен шампион
Всички кофеят ненормален купон
И запяваме в тон:

[Припев]
По палмите растат пари, милиони в евра и долари
Мадона пее с Ку-ку бенд, а Ицето Стоичков президент
Кардашиян в леглото ми, ме моли да й сложа автографа ми
И точно да й кажа "да", и мамка му събуди ме алармата

[Илиян]
И после сънувам, че Бойко женя
По любов го бракувам със Корнелия

[Борис Дали]
И по главите на всичките гости
Камъни падат, ама сваровски
Не се събуждам

[Константин]
И изведнъж сме на стадион
Кой? България е световен шампион
Всички кофеят ненормален купон
И запяваме в тон:

[Припев]
По палмите растат пари, милиони в евра и долари
Мадона пее с Ку-ку бенд, а Ицето Стоичков президент
Кардашиян в леглото ми, ме моли да й сложа автографа ми
И точно да й кажа "да", и мамка му събуди ме алармата

[Припев]
По палмите растат пари, милиони в евра и долари
Мадона пее с Ку-ку бенд, а Ицето Стоичков президент
Кардашиян в леглото ми, ме моли да й сложа автографа ми
И точно да й кажа "да", и мамка му събуди ме алармата

$UICIDEBOY$ – KILL YOURSELF I,II,III,IV lyrics

Kill Yourself 1

[Intro]
This a $crim beat
DJ $crim with that 808

[Hook]
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Suicide

[Verse 1: Oddy Nuff]
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Leaving mother fucker’s heads stuck under the covers
But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kit
Granting me a death wish
Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
Pouring Cristal on my dead body
Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
Don’t call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
Or Ruby da Cherry
No this not blood it’s just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
Take a little sip
Poisoning the pit
Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
Calling on Shenron
Grant me a wish
I wish that you could enter the dragon
The chambers of the triple six
So I can stop the bragging
That will never happen
I’m in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
Wave a blood stain white flag
Dragging my body into the mist
Take your best shot
Aim it, cock it
Know you’re going to miss
Not leaving a note, I’m leaving a list
$uicideboy bitch

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Fuck her one time and I pull out
Cock it one time this a shootout
Don’t bar no lemon, fuck boys we don’t love them
Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
Motherfuckers couldn’t even hold my jock strap
Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
Cause I kill for the fun
Pop a pill with a nun
Bitch I dance on the sun
Go and take a little bump
Fuck a chump with a pump
I made you, so how you going to break me?
But, I guess the spotlight breeds envy
But, tempt me with one wrong move
I can put it in your life, either way, I don’t lose
Hit the snooze
Drinking booze, I’m a fool with the tool
Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
$uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
And fuck wealth, here’s a Benji for you broke bitches
Card’s dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
Ahhhhh

[Hook]
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Suicide

Kill Yourself II

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
They figured me a dead motherfucker
Calling me James Spleen
Without a cause of death I be the reaper with the black hood on his head
Yung Snow with the blood red sled
Puppet master
Bodies hanging on a thread motherfucker
Got a grey blade tatted on my wrist
I don’t really need to cut it anymore and I don’t really need a bitch
Let her rot in the hole
Months later she was found just a skull
She was missing all her bones
Got her headless skeleton hanging on my wall looking elegant
Black suede element
Packing blades
Lacking Benjamins
Horns on my head looking like the tusks of a grey elephant
Looking for my medicine
Plucking the bud off of a nug
Roll it up in a blunt
Now I feel fucking dead again
Looking for a place to belong
So i say fuck God fuck the motherfucking President
Address the American residence with just a knife and the help of a relative
Yeah that’s $lick $loth
Both of us buried Ruby da Cherry under a criss-crossed cross
Covered up with a little bit of moss
Looking like a glossed out Yung Jack Frost
Paid the cost to be the boss
Now I ain’t fucking dead but my life has been lost

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Isn’t it so convincing how I’m breathing down your neck?
Junkies in the back loading up the tec
Fuck her one time now I’m done
Homicide any time for the thrill
One, two, three, four pills
You know a junkie can’t afford to get ill
See me I don’t fuck with you suckas
They call me the shooter like I play for Rucker
Smokey on Friday they call me Chris Tucker
I swear on my life I don’t fuck with you fuckers
$uicide cock it back one time and I shoot it
Keep it low key always gotta keep it moving
Bitches be worried bout what I am doing
Cuz they love $licky so much all because of my music
It’s the Mac with the gat that goes click clack shoot a mother fuckers back
Brains go splat
No time for a rat ho

Kill Yourself part III

[Intro: Butterfly Boucher]
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
They figure me a dead motherfucker, but I’m just a motherfucker that want to be dead
$now Leopard with the lead in his head
Turning me into a sweater
Bitches use me as their fucking bedspread
I be the silhouette of a sunset
Smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression
Stare into the violet fluorescent lights makes me violent
I’m trying to get the highest I can get before I overdose and die
My ribs are nothing but an empty cage
Black hole in my chest
Big bang
Yung Plague on the tip of a wave
In my head I feel like I’m a guest so I’ma throw it all away because when I am dead I will be nothing decomposing in a grave
I’m matter but I don’t matter
I can feel my skull shatter from the dull chatter
Brain splattered on the wall
Grey stains won’t dissolve
Gonna have to paint it all

[Hook: Butterfly Boucher]
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Always boasting my emotions
On how I’m so fucking broken
Think I’m joking
When I’m talking
About blowing my head open
Till the moment you walk in
And find my body motionless
Wrists slit
Thoughts of $licky keep falling in an open pit
Shit
Always burn my bridges
Cause I’d rather fall in ditches
If life’s a game of inches
Then my dick has been the biggest
And my goal’s to fuck the world
Until that motherfucker’s twitching
Lane switchin’
Same mission
To die and blame my addiction
Bitch

[Outro: Butterfly Boucher]
It’s not fair, I found love
It made me say that
Get back you’ll never see daylight, If I’m not strong, it just might

Kill Yourself (part IV)

[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Romeo da black rose
Shedding petals
Hold me over until they finish digging me a hole
I need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe’s bitch
Unzip, i’m throwing it into that bitch’s hole
Calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
Fuck an online pussy boy
Talking shit
Acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Some slick hoes might catch me froze but soon they will desert me
Get rich blow that smoke in o’s
Don’t ever act so thirsty
Sick diss though
Fuck all this
Slowly die before i’m 30

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Isn’t it so convincing how that blade slide across my throat
Coke residue all in my nose
Couple graves dug for my foes and it goes on and on
My girlfriend calling my phone
Ain’t seen her in about a week
This depression got me weak
Ever wake up everyday and you want to die?
Life going good can’t figure out why
Blank walls all around me keep the pills near by
Play with the nine and then I close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
Can’t you hear my plea?
I’m down on my knees