Genius azelyrics.net.ru Lyrics

Genius azelyrics.net.ru .Lyrics

Elle King – My Neck, My Back Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All you ladies pop yo’ pussy like this
Shake your body, don’t stop, don’t miss
All you ladies pop yo’ pussy like this
Shake your body, don’t stop, don’t miss
Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now

[Chorus]
Right now, lick it good
Suck this pussy just like you should, right now
My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack

[Verse 2]
First you gotta put yo’ neck into it
Ah don’t stop, just do it, do it
Then, you roll your tongue
From the crack up to the front
Then ya, suck it all ’til I shake and cum
Make sure I keep bustin’ nuts
All over yo’ face and stuff
Got me makin’ so much love

[Chorus]
So lick it now, lick it good
Suck this pussy just like you should
Right now, lick it good
Lick this pussy just like you should
My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack

[Verse 3]
You might roll dubs, you might have G’s
But fuck that player, get on yo’ knees
A bitch like me moans and screams
“Thug Misses” know what I mean
At the club so fresh, so clean
Unit on my face, so mean
Gotta pick which man I need
Real thug, better satisfy me
Try me, player, I’ll make you see
Dem bitches ain’t got shit on me

[Chorus]
So lick it now, lick it good
Lick this pussy just like you should
Right now, lick it good
Lick this pussy just like you should
My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
My neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack

Brooke Candy – Volcano

[Chorus]
I feel it, the heat is rising
I’m ready to go
My heart rushes when we’re united
I’m like a volcano
I feel it, I feel it coming
All the molten lava
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow

[Verse 1]
Maxin’ out one hundred degrees and I’m
‘Bout to blow not talking about trees and I’m
Burnin’ up and no I’m not seasonal
Got a feelin’ you might be the reason I
Got hotter, need some water
Sippin’, drippin’, like I oughta
Tip it back and sip the java
Lick your lips and taste my lava

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Cross the room and we locked eyes that’s when
My body heat started to rise and I
Saw heart sparks cover the skies it’s like
Red stars on fourth of July
I felt my heart beat faster
Yup, like natural disaster
I’mma slay the beast, my master
No names I can’t even ask ya

[Chorus]
I feel it, the heat is rising
I’m ready to go
My heart rushes when we’re united
I’m like a volcano
I feel it, I feel it coming
All the molten lava
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow

[Verse 2]
Feel the rush when we’re together it’s like
Hot sweat got stuck to leather and I
Feel free, like light as a feather so I
Stay hot no matter the weather and I
Explosion, feel the motion
Take a dip, swim in my ocean
Lotion up and get the notion
Lick your lips and taste my potion

[Pre-Chorus 2]
My heart race started to double and I
Felt myself boil and bubble cause I
Knew you were lookin’ for trouble and I
Broke down till I’m nothing but bubbling I
Feel sexy who gonna check me
Miss me but you never met me
Let me act while you direct me
This volcano up and wrecked me

[Bridge]
Burn up, burn up
Now I turn up, turn up
That’s your turn on, turn on
Let go, go
It’s inferno, inferno
You could learn how, learn how
That’s your turn on, turn on
Now blow, blow
Watch me erupt, erupt
Give it to me baby don’t stop, stop
I’mma pick it up and then drop, drop
Molten lava rising to the top, top

[Chorus]
I feel it, the heat is rising
I’m ready to go
My heart rushes when we’re united
I’m like a volcano
I feel it, I feel it coming
All the molten lava
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow
My body don’t ache for nothing
I’m about to blow

Snoop Dogg – Transition

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

Filous – Knots (feat. Klei)

[Verse 1: klei]
You roped me in, tied a knot
We got tangled up inside your head
Looking in your mind, knowing every thought
But all I want is just to cut the thread

[Pre-Chorus: klei]
I’m tied up, tell it to you
Ooh, this [?] wanna be loose

[Chorus: klei]
You got me in knots
You got me in, you got me in knots
You got me in
All I really want are strings attached
But I know I’ll never get it back ’cause
You got me in knots

[Verse 2: klei]
You wrapping me, [?] in
At least I’m holding on and won’t let go
Every piece of me just wants to leave
I [?] rope by rope

[Pre-Chorus: klei]
I’m tied up, tell it to you
Ooh, this [?] wanna be loose

[Chorus: klei]
You got me in knots
You got me in, you got me in knots
You got me in
All I really want are strings attached
But I know I’ll never get it back ’cause
You got me in knots
(You got me in knots)
You got me in knots
You got me in, you got me in knots
You got me in
All I really want are strings attached
But I know I’ll never get it back ’cause
You got me in knots

Dae Dae – New Wave

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

Cults – Offering

[Verse 1]

No I can’t see, not yet
Knowing it’s so real to me
Promise to try to forget
If you’re not here with me

Holding my eyes in the dust
And would you shed a tear for me
Know that I’m trying my best
When you’re not saving anything

[Chorus]

Hanging at the end of the road
Well I can make you an offering
Such a telephonic job
Well I can make you an offering

[Verse 2]

Know that this might be tense
Well it’s so real to me
So hard to keep you impressed
When you’re not clear with me

Secrets kept off of your chest
Well that’s not how it has to be
Now that we wasted our best
And you have almost everything

[Chorus]

Hanging at the end of the road
Well I can make you an offering
Such a telephonic job
Well I can make you an offering

[Bridge]

(Give back to) The one who first gave you
(Give back to) The one that you know
(Give back to) The one who forgave you
(Give back to) Who showed you love

[Chorus]
Hanging at the end of the road
Well I can make you an offering
Such a telephonic job
Well I can make you an offering

Capital Cities – Girl Friday (feat. Rick Ross) (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
She’s a *(ohh)*
She’s a *(yeah)*
She’s a *(hah)*
She’s a *(woo)*
She’s a *(aha)*
She’s a *(hoh)*
*Boss*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday

[Verse 1]
**Hello?**
You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend
**Oh, hi!**
Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going
**Okay.**
How about a movie?
Baby, tell me that you’re free then
**I’m sorry. But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.**

[Pre-Chorus]
She’s got things to do everyday of the week
While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek
I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked
I’m a hard place
And she’s a rock, she’s a rock

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)*

[Verse 2]
*I think we fell in love outside a wingstop
Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top
You’re looking like something I could deal with
Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with
Either way I got to put you on the calendar
Take you on a tour so someone call my manager
Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella
Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish
So we at the concert at the frat house
Drink with live music ’til we passed out
Everybody rocking with the big boss
Let’s roll another joint soon as class out
Said this year we wanna do it bigger
So you came and got the right
On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties
Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)*
She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)*
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)*
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(Boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woo, woo)*
**Okay.**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a *(Boss)*

Young Scooter – Can’t Play Around (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
I know a better day comin’, no love if you ain’t workin’
We workin’ outchea, you hear me?
Nigga goddamn motherfucker
That’s hard, follow me

[Chorus: Future]
Thought that I could come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn’t hurt me none’ at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I’ma stack this paper up again like I’m never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can’t let ’em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain’t have it, I can’t play around

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
They like Scooter where you been? bitch I been sellin’ raw
My nigga VL keep that stick like he playin’ lacrosse
I lost a mil and got it back, can’t take another loss
All that juggin’ and finessin’, made myself a boss
I got twenty gold chains, I feel better now
I got three kids, three thousand haters, I can’t play around
I know you wrap about the bricks but can you wrap a brick?
These niggas really entertainers ’cause they ain’t sold shit
Lil Mexico City, we got cocaine
Thunderstorm, it’s rainin’ bricks, we don’t get rain
And I’ma stack this money like I’ve never done
I karate chop a brick like I’m Daniel-san

[Chorus: Future]
Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn’t hurt me none’ at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I’ma stack this paper up again like I’m never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can’t let ’em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain’t have it, I can’t play around

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Jugghouse, nothin’ but cash around
Lay it down, nigga lay it down
Jugghouse, nothin’ but players around
If I’m around then bring some pounds around
I got ghosts, they don’t make a sound
Until you hear that chopper sound, you on the ground
My diamonds wetter than the ocean, yours [?]
All I do is count, get money in large amounts
If you in the streets then watch out for the triple cross
‘Cause I done seen niggas’ mamas take they ass off
I got spots and in my house I got a pack [?]
Count music, give the streets what they ask for

[Chorus: Future]
Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn’t hurt me none’ at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I’ma stack this paper up again like I’m never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can’t let ’em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain’t have it, I can’t play around

Tobi Lou – Game Ova

[Intro: tobi lou]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aw yeah
Aw yeah
I was playing games with ya
But now it’s ova…yeah
Aw yeah

[Verse 1: tobi lou]
Hello motherfucker what ya know about me
Howdy-doo nigga ooh what you know about me
Give a fuck what ya heard what ya know about me
Hold up, hold up
Your bish look good what she know about me?
Ok if she ready I’ma scoop her
You ain’t know I used to drive the uber
Clocking 9 to 9 had to grind
Money only thing on my mind

But if your girl wanna go then I’ll make some time
My mama said I’m the one she said go sunshine

[Pre-Chorus: tobi lou]
I hit my Mama up I said it’s lit for sure
For sure, for sure
These bishes hit me up and they get ignored
Aw man…
They really can’t flex on me no more
Really can’t flex on me no more

[Chorus: tobi lou]
Cuz I was playing games with ya
But now it’s…ova
Pull up and I drain on ya
Yeah it’s…ova
You know it ain’t a thang don’t ya?
It’s so…ova
Watch out before it rain on you girl it’s ova

[Verse 2: tobi lou]
Top of the morning to ya
Tell me your coming through yeah
Say no later than sooner
All I wanna do is do ya

Why these niggas wanna play like they know about me
Get the **** up out my space you don’t know about me
Baby girl say my name like she know about me
Just cuz my number in ya phone don’t mean you know about me

She think that I’m that somebody
Ok no-no girl that’s not me
Love is just a silly game for 2
Now go ahead and play without me
Treat me just like anybody
Bish I’m tobi lou but to you that’s Mr. Adeyemi
Okay, one day, maybe, baby prolly…
Fat chance, Sumo-Sumo SABI

[Pre-Chorus: tobi lou]
Cuz you already got me that’s for sure
For sure, for sure
But you can’t flex on me no more, no more
Good Lord, Good Lord, Good-Good Lord
It feels so good I had to let you know

[Chorus: tobi lou]
That I was playing games with ya
But now it’s…ova
Pull up n’ I drain on ya
Yeah it’s…ova
You know it ain’t a thang don’t ya?
It’s so…ova
Watch out before it rain on you girl it’s ova

[Outro: tobi lou]
And I was gonna let you win
You play too much
I was gonna let you win
I was gonna let you win
Youuu win…never again

Corrington Wheeler – Sociological Structural Functionalism (feat. Eric Ferraro)

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be
What is right, might just be wrong
Everything depends on specific society
Learn their functions, manipulate

Can we go back to the times when we were ignorant?
Come on, I can tell you the things
That you can use to avoid a slow decent, and decay
You won’t change me

Cities will crumble around our feet
And I don’t know what will happen to me

Sometimes we look around
Stunned, dazed, confused
We make excuses, procrastinate
The only ones to blame is ourselves

But if we try to let go of the past then maybe we
Can build a better future for our kids and families

Cities will crumble around our feet
And I don’t know what will happen to me
Take my hand and I will guide you to the light
We won’t give up without a fight

Look inside yourself and see that
You’re gunna make a better life for yourself and no one else
They, no they won’t see what’s coming, coming from me
Burn, Burn the!

Cities will crumble around our feet
And I don’t know what will happen to me
Take my hand and I will guide you to the light
We won’t give up without a fight

Look inside yourself and see that (x3)
Crumble around our feet (x2)
Doesn’t matter, in the end, we all die

Awolnation – I’m On Fire

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire

It’s like someone took a knife
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire
I’m on fire

I’m on fire
I’m on fire

Camisa de Venus – Eu Não Matei Joana D’arc

Eu nunca tive nada com Joana D’Arc
Nós só nos encontramos pra passear no parque
Ela me falou dos seus dias de glória
E do que não está escrito lá nos livros de história

Que ficava excitada quando pegava na lança
E do beijo que deu na rainha da França
Agora todos pensam que fui eu que a cremei
Mas eu não sou piromaníaco, eu juro que não sei

Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

Eu nunca tive nada nada nada nada com Joana D’Arc
Nós só nos encontramos pra passear no parque
Ela me falou que andava ouvindo vozes
Que pra conseguir dormir sempre tomava algumas doses

Uma rede internacional iludiu aquela menina
Prometendo a todo custo transformá-la em heroína
Agora eu tô entregue à Cia e à Kgb
Eles querem que eu confesse, mas eu nem sei o quê

(Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi)
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

(Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi)
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

Eu, não matei Joana D’Arc
Eu, não matei Joana D’Arc

Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

Não, não fui eu, não, não, não, não fui eu, não fui eu, não, não, não, não

Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

Ontem eu nem a vi, sei que não tenho um álibi
Mas eu, eu não matei Joana D’Arc

Lisa – Little Devil Parade

ココロの泣いてる声が聴こえる?
時に寂しくて 時に嬉しくて
スタート 独りぼっちでも
僕らしくいこう リトルデビルパレード

はみ出してSorry 息苦しい制服は ゴミ箱へダンク
平和の象徴!!って 天使たちの常識が アクセル制御中

優等生ばかりじゃNO.1も退屈
ママの着信も今夜はシカト中
先生の教えはたまに役に立つ!?
世界はいつだって僕たちをI LOVE YOU!!

掲げろシンボル! 僕が僕らしくあるために
わがまま行進中 誰かのためじゃない明日へ
いいよ ツノが覗いちゃっても 牙出して笑おう リトルデビルパレード

一歩外に出れば 泣く子も黙る競争社会です
あれをしなさい!!(NO!) これをしなさい!!(NO!)
生まれ変われるなら ナマケモノでお願い!
ワインのせいにして 溜め込んでた本音をこぼせ!こぼせ!
翌朝の得意技 キオクソウシツ

ヒーローも休憩中はタテマエ脱いじゃってる
完璧主義なんて可愛くないじゃない
少々の失敗くらいは今晩のおかずに
世界はいつだってもっとずっとシンプル!!

掲げろシンボル! キミがキミらしくあるために
楽しみ更新中 誰のせいにもしない明日へ
噛みつきあってた 天使と仲良くなれちゃうかも
そんな未来に ちょっと夢見てもいいでしょ リトルデビルパレード

ココロの泣いてる声が聴こえる?
時に嬉しくて 時に悲しくて
どんな僕だって ちょっと愛してみよう リトルデビルパレード

Juicy J – No Look

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

Coldplay – A L I E N S

[Verse 1]
We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight

[Pre-Chorus]
Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight

[Chorus]
Just an alien

[Verse 2]
We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says

[Pre-Chorus]
Fly if you want to
That’s alright
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line

[Chorus]
Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

[Bridge]
Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime

[Chorus]
Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

Troy Ave – On My Birthday

[Intro]
Ay who celebratin a birthday?
A one two, a one two
Countin millions
Not bad for a nigga from the mud
I’m a pretty rich thug
Word

[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 1]
Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord?
Genuine love, loyal like a dog
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs
I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
300K for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
In a small town buyin bigger clips
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow

[Hook] x2
On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 2]
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
Getting women like ya boy gofer
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way
All about the money like my song say

[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 3]
Big bread and the big heart in my chest
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
Troy Ave…

Kid Ink – Mochi

[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks

[Verse 1]
Oh, what you lookin’ at me for?
Blowin’ on this C4
Bust a swisher like a freak hoe
Just leveled up with my cheat code
Ball hard on my leash
Dog niggas off leashes
Champagne gotta leave
Just tell me jump and I’ll leap it
It’s karaoke, lip synchin’
After that she Listerinin’
They just gave me a check tonight
I can handle any misdemeanor
Knock, knock, fuck your subpoena
Pourin’ up, no Cold Medina
Cold niggas, flow fever
Turn a 911 to a 4 seater

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend

[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks

[Verse 2]
You know a nigga stay blunted, blunted
And the city tatted on my stomach, dummies
Said soon as niggas start actin’ funny
Throw two’s up, Bugs Bunny Bunny
Girl, choose up and throw that cunty cunty
I ain’t even seen that shit comin’
Ass out like a plumber, plumber
Drop down and make that shit plummet
Pay me somethin’ or just leave me alone
Money gettin’ real Nia Long
Ever since shit start goin’ right
I got a real hard time bein’ wrong
Niggas say they got a major key
Still ain’t even got a key to home
Homies keep on tellin’ me to stop
Playin’ with ’em, I’ma keep it goin’

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend

[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks

[Outro]
What these niggas really wan’t from me
Aight

Jacob Sartorius – Hit Me Back (feat. Blackbear)

[Verse 1: Jacob Sartorius]
Ay, been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got outta class, gave you my number
Supposed to hit me back

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 2: Jacob Sartorius]
You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 3: blackbear]
I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, girl, so you know
We finna take over the whole world

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
What’s up with that? (Hey, aw, yeah)
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
(You never hit me back)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Outro: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

Zombie Juice – Lava

[Verse 1]
I don’t give a fuck bruh (I don’t give a fuck)
All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat
It’s Like 2:30, call the [?] up
The most upmost, I’m getting head from the front doe
Front fo’ nigga right here at your front door
Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo
Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones
[?] anything getting money ’til the Feds roll
Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes
Slammin’ on niggas like [?] from the free throw
Flatbush born dead, nigga I’m a hero
And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero
Tolerance for bullshit or ego
Took enough acid and I’m feeling like Neo
Niggas took my style, man I’m feeling kinda geeked though
Swag champ ’cause a nigga [?]
Peep though, progression at its finest
Treat you so good cause you’re only what you’re [?]
[?] they see through your [?]
Your iris, your eyelash, your eyes can’t define it
They hear when they want ya
Fear what they told ya
Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health
Program inhibition, I’m willing to ride
Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind
Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should’ve been signed twice
If this the outcome, I’m waiting on my next life
Roll the dice, motherfucker get your shit straight
Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah
Zombies we the shit man ya
Zombies we the clique man ya
Palm trees like a birthday
Ain’t nothing like the first day

[Hook]
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day

[Verse 2: ZOMBiE Juice ]
Back to take the game, got my ice on brr
Back the fuck up, get the Juice in here
You can’t compare, living like this can’t be real
[?]
All red looking like the prince is near
And the bitch with me looking like the baddest here
High as us, throw ’em off like a chandelier
Back-to-back smoking like I can’t be here
Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world
Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor
Trying to hit the show, never let the [?]
Hating on the boy, get up in the [?]
Straight up out the morgue
[?]
God damn, load the clips and [?]
Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man
Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam
Master P all about it [?]
Had to cut ’em off, [?] off me
Blowing in the wind on my RZA shit you can’t find me
Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows
These new niggas just hoe, like Jay-Z I change flows
Sherm tastes like mango
Dope-in-the-vein flow
Coke-colored Kangol
Your main bitch, she get low
Out of site, out of mind
Niggas running out of time so they [?]

[Hook]
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day

Zedd & Liam Payne – Get Low (Infrared)

Shake too low
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in your, lost in the rush
Faded you’re stuck, I help you up.(get low)

Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missing.

get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. (x2)

Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me, it’s hard to know what you see of me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows
I know that you’re fragile.

Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missinggg.

get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. (x2)

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that.

get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb.

I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Let’s skip the undertone
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
Versuri-lyrics.info
Your new life is floating
The stars are made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With a sound of love is blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been.

get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. (x2)

I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that.

get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
get loooww

Tyga – Move To L.A. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, "Get back at it, girl"

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight

[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

Run The Jewels – Don’t Get Captured

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors
Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera
Go cold like the land of Chicago
Child soldiers sprayin’ the chopper
But you don’t give a fuck, that’s them though
‘Til a peasant put a pistol in your window
You ain’t really need that chain
You ain’t really need that ring
You ain’t really need them thangs
Snow on The Bluff showed up
With the slums in the city blown up
Now the white folks showed up
Everything bought sold up
Niggas assed out, niggas po’d up
Politicians so corrupt, sold our black ass out
Really ain’t color, my brother
Here in Cabbagetown they put they white-ass out
Truth been told, I’m out

[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]
He in here, me in here, we in here
Don’t get captured
No cryin’ here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don’t get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don’t get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don’t get captured

[Verse 2: El-P]
Good day from the house of the haunted
Get a job, get a house, get a coffin
Don’t stray from the path, remain where you at
That maximizes our profit
Is that blunt? Oh well, hell, so’s this boot
We live to hear you say "please don’t shoot"
A pure delight, c’mon, make my night
When I file reports what’s right’s what I write
Snuff films air all night ’till your last sane thought take flight
What a great sight, what a job, what a good life
The more we act wrong the more we are right
And who exactly gon’ stop what we got?
We don’t argue, we are not calm and impartial
Some call it work, but it’s more like an art
We just paint the walls with your heart
And we better not catch you

[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]
He in here, me in here, we in here
Don’t get captured
No cryin’ here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don’t get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don’t get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don’t get captured

[Outro: Killer Mike & El-P]
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured
Don’t get captured

Kamaiyah – Build You Up

[Pre-Chorus]
You have had someone that comes and breaks you down
Never had someone to come and make you smile
You just need someone to come and show you love
You just need someone to come and build you up

[Chorus]
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up

[Verse 1]
Had someone to come around and break you down
Never had someone to come around and show you love
Had someone around to come and take away
Never had someone around to come and build you up
And this is killing you
Nothing’s real to you
No one’s feeling you
To come and handle you
You don’t need no one, you’ve got to love yourself
‘Cause when you get [?]
Won’t need nobody else
Say "I gotta love me"
Say "I gotta trust me"
Say "I gotta give myself some pride"
Say "I gotta hug me"

[Pre-Chorus]
You have had someone that comes and breaks you down
Never had someone to come and make you smile
You just need someone to come and show you love
You just need someone to come and build you up

[Chorus]
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up

[Verse 2]
Give me the microphone and check it
Should be no one neglected
Should be no disrespectin’ if someone is in your presence
Don’t accept it
A queen is a queen of all things
Respected by all means, uplifted by all kings, na’ mean?
If he don’t show you love then he’s less than
Never stress it, tell that brother get to steppin’
The message is if he’s real enough to build you up
Then he should really love, and try to build you up, sho’ ‘nough
Love yourself, hug yourself
And never put nobody else above yourself
If you a queen, off top, you should know that there
[?] yourself, you should show that there
Hold yourself to a standard, we know that’s real
Show respect, well-mannered, and own that care
Bein’ a queen really means you gotta show yourself love
You gotta be strong enough to build yourself up

[Pre-Chorus]
You have had someone that comes and breaks you down
Never had someone to come and make you smile
You just need someone to come and show you love
You just need someone to come and build you up

[Chorus]
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up
Build you up, build you up

Jay Critch – Bottom Line

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 1]
You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
Bitch I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma fuck her one time and then I tell her good riddance
Fuck her two times sign my name on her titty

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 2]
Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these pussy niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

Kali Uchis – Tyrant (Remix) (feat. Daniel Caesar)

[Intro: Kali Uchis]
Baby dímelo
Dímelo, dímelo, dímelo

[Verse 1: Kali Uchis]
All I hear is sirens
In a world so violent
Would you be a tyrant
If I gave you power
Would you take it out
Look me in my iris
I can read your silence
When everything is a riot
You’re my peace and quiet

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
All around we go
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round
Wanna seize the throne
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round

[Verse 2: Kali Uchis]
Word on the street, you got hoes
I disappear like El Chapo
‘Til you said you would cut off the whole world
If little old me would be yours
Mira, mira, míralo (míralo, míralo)
Papi está rico, papi está guapo (papi está guapo)
The worlds been asking us to lose control
All we ever do is French like Brigitte Bardot (Brigitte Bardot)

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
All around we go (all around, all around)
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
Wanna seize the throne (I know you wanna, I know you wanna)
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)

[Bridge: Kali Uchis]
Baby dímelo
Dímelo, dímelo, dímelo

[Verse 3: Daniel Caesar]
Jeez Louise, Danny Caes
Flowers gon’ to your head, boy I see
Let me put your mind at ease
You wanna be a tyrant
Do you have it in you?
See, life is crazier now
I know you’re just tryna figure it out
How to be the man without
And still be baby Danny
Bring honor to your family
Peace

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
All around we go (all around, all around)
Your lovin’ is like a kaleidoscope
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)
Wanna seize the throne (I know you wanna, I know you wanna)
But what would you do with all that control
I don’t wanna come down
Keep spinnin’ me ’round and ’round
And ’round and ’round and ’round (around, around, around)

[Outro: Kali Uchis]
We’re goin’ ’round and around and around, goin’ down, down
We’re goin’ ’round and around and around, goin’ down, down

Blac Youngsta – Birthday (Young Dolph Diss)

[Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Verse 1]
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
Snitched on every song
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
Fuck nigga pressed charges
And got the feds running up in every home
I got to play it safe out here
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
They tryna get me out the way out here
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here
It’s so much hate out here
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry
Tell your fans the truth
Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)

[Chorus]
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Verse 2]
Lost so many niggas to this shit
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
I get my gun out when I’m delivering
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
And show up in court, I’ma get even
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? (gang gang)
And then press charges on me
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
This is for all the young niggas innocent
I’m innocent
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Fuck Trump
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Outro]
You lil rat ass bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
Your whole clique pussies man
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
All you niggas bitches
Your whole clique nigga
Bitch ass nigga
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
I’m innocent

Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

Statik Selektah – Man Of The Hour (feat. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, fresh dressed
Neat-pressed, naw
If I fall off, I get up and wipe myself off
I used to go to sleep cuddling a AR
Just the trials and tribulations
This the files I don’t wanna open
They don’t wanna see ya at the banquet
They don’t wanna see you niggas make it
They don’t wanna see that trophy, huh
I welcome yours with open arms
I give that lady a throat massage
I put your house in my fourth garage
Perpendicular ignorant cross with articulate
Southside, using Ben Franklin for benefits
Dirk Diggler with intent, like [?]
Kush for a supplement
I’m the reason Balenciaga had a waiting list
Please don’t make me sign you up for the faking list

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
High as fuck off the joint that I just rolled
Riding round in a cloud of that kush smoke
Put my generation on the good dope
Now we all getting high as D’Angelo notes
Getting paid with each quote
Perfecting my game with each stroke
Tryna eat good and gain weight
Lame niggas wanna provoke us
Coincidentally I ain’t broke
Into fashion but the weed is the only thing that choke us
I’m in my bag, God told me anything I want I could have
Anytime I want, I can brag
I be grinding, I don’t relax
And real niggas gon’ respect that
Nigga my passport full and I got jet lag
Homie, I am

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)

French Montana – Bring Dem Tings (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

SwagHollywood – You Ain’t Got It

[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
We all know whats in your pocket
We all know whats not in your wallet
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Boy that shit fake why you bought it
You ain’t got no clothes up in yo closet

[Verse 1: Swaghollywood]
Broke, he can’t even spend a penny on his bitch
Goddamn
Whoa
This that "how the hell you get this shit"
Whoa no
I dunno
I just got these bands quick
Goddamn
Ran it up and then I got my partners rich
Woah yeah
We just had to go and hit a couple licks
Woah damn
I was in the booth while you was with yo bitch
Oh
I can’t trust no broke nigga
Ima nigga tryna get six figures
All about the green ill fuck a bitch up
And you can’t run it up cause i ain’t with ya
Oh

[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
We all know whats in your pocket
We all know whats not in your wallet
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Boy that shit fake why you bought it
You ain’t got no clothes up in yo closet