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Tyga – Boss Up lyrics

Aye, turn it up a lil’ bit
I, I want you to have your way
You feel me?

[Chorus]
Yeah I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me that you wanted us to park yeah
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me how you wanted us to park
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah

[Verse 1]
I f*cking, love it, when you you you
Come in with your drink
Tell me don’t mix it make it straight
Tell me don’t mix you up with them other bitches
Get mixed up with me
That’s the perfect mixture
Have your way
Lil’ baby have your way
Aw babe, it’s whatever you say

[Bridge]
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout, we
Boss up yeah

[Verse 2]
Take it off then you floss when you know how to
Boss up
Iced out cross for the ones who crossed this sh*t
Fuck the police yeah
You the law like ooh
Get ’em off you
They hate you so much
You Khaleesi talking bossy
Boss up
Tell that boy that you need a better offer
If you wanna be a, baller (boss up)
Shot caller
20 inch blades, on that Ferrari
Call her, I don’t need directions
Just tell me when to go

[Chorus]
Oh I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me that you wanted us to park yeah
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah
Oh I f*cking, love it, when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me come through
I pull up, hop out, yeah
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me how you wanted us to park yeah
Come on [?] into it like a new drop yeah

[Verse 3]
Cause I love it when you
Have your way
Lil’ baby have your way
Aw babe
It’s whatever you say
Cause I love it when you
Boss up yeah
Call the shots yeah
When you tell me how you wanted us to park yeah
Work it work it like I’m working two jobs yeah
Yeah I, f*cking, love it
When you you you (bust it bust it bust it)

[Outro]
Bust it bust it bust it

TOM PETTY – Free Fallin’ lyrics

She’s a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It’s a long day, livin’ in Reseda
There’s a freeway, runnin’ through the yard
And I’m a bad boy, cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart

[Chorus]
And I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)

[Verse 2]
All the vampires, walkin’ through the valley
Move west down Ventura Blvd
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts

[Chorus]
And I’m free, I’m free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)

[Verse 3]
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for awhile

[Chorus]
And I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
And I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Oh!
Free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
And I’m free, oh! free fallin’

MAREN MORRIS – Dear Hate lyrics

Dear Hate
I saw you on the news today
Like a shock that takes my breath away
You fall like rain, cover us in drops of paint
I’m afraid that we just might drown

[Verse 2]
Dear Hate
Well, you sure are colorblind
Your kiss is the cruelest kind
You could poison any mind
Just look at mine
Don’t know how this world keeps spinning ’round and round

[Chorus]
You were there in the garden like a snake in the grass
I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass
You whisper down through history and echo through these halls
But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer all

[Verse 3 – Vince Gill]
Dear Hate
You were smiling from that Selma bridge;
In Dallas, when that bullet hit, and Jackie cried;
You pulled those towers from the sky
But even on our darkest nights, we’ll keep spinning ’round

[Chorus]
You were there in the garden like a snake in the grass
I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass
You whisper down through history and echo through these halls
But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer all

[Bridge]
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

[Coda]
Dear Love
Just when I think you’ve given up
You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice
I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise
You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls
And tell me love’s gonna conquer all
Gonna conquer all

Linkin Park – One More Light (Lyric Video)

Should’ve stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep

If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

The reminders pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need oh
And you’re angry, and you should be, it’s not fair
Just ’cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it, isn’t there

If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

Well I do

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

Oddisee – You Grew Up

[Verse One]
Let me take it back to my childhood
When Six Flags was still called Wild World
Where I had every race as a neighbor
We were all working class trying to make it out of our hood
My best friend back then was a white kid
We was tight he liked the same things I did
Despite us being different colors, man
We were tight as Elmer’s, and we called each other brothers
While I was trying to keep my Nikes clean
He was trying to scuff his Chucks up
He was grunge, I was fresh we were young
And we cuss along to rap trying to sneaking into punk clubs
But things changed when his pops got laid off
He blamed my father for the loss of his job
He said immigrants robbed citizens jobs
And I better never set foot again in his yard
As we became adults in a cult called America, he got himself a job as an officer of law
My thoughts got blacker and his views got cracker
There was no way backwards, to the roots at heart
Many years apart, I recognized him in the news
He shot a black man that was sitting in his car
Near the same park where we used to shoot hoops
And all I could blame was the cause

[Hook]
You grew up
No you didn’t change
You were made the same
As those before you came
You grew up
All our growing pains
Were given like our names
You just bought the blame
You grew up

[Verse Two]
You ever have a friend that became a fanatic
Most of you all haven’t
But if you ever did
You’d understand the one thing they all have in common
That somebody took advantage of their damage as a kid
I knew a guy who’s folks were professors
Proof in the flesh that Allah was a blesser
Grew up in a mid-western town, where there weren’t many brown people he could seek reflection
Got picked on in school during lectures
Graduated hating everybody in his class
Picked on because he prayed five to the east
And he didn’t eat meat that Allah said was bad
One day a man approached him in a mosque
Changed his life when he asked him a question
Do you ever feel your life was a loss
And what if I could teach you that life is a weapon
Attracted strong to the feeling of acceptance
He was soon gone with delusions of a cause
People of the present had faces of the past, make it easier to blast them if he feel they did him wrong
You can raise a child in a house full of love
But can’t keep them safe in a world full of hate
So he blew up
The only mistake that could hold all the blame

[Hook]
You grew up
No you didn’t change
You were made the same
As those before you came
You grew up
All our growing pains
Were given like our names
You just bought the blame
You grew up

[Verse Three]
My heart’s a jug and when I was born it was filled with love
It ranneth over, life ran me over till I spilled the blood
I poured the cups and I left it up you to say enough
Never ending, never quenching, I sealed it up
Tried to change my reality but settled for, real enough
Life is better when you’re thinking lesser go on give it up
When I was younger I was so determined I would change it all Couldn’t fly but wasn’t chained to fall
So where is it I put the blame and cause
Well, I grew up

Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Fashawn – Proud

[Intro]
Let’s do some history, who is Malcolm X?
A fighter for freedom
George Washington Carver?
A scientist
Shirley Chisholm?
First black congress woman
Mary McLeod Bethune?
An educator
Marian Anderson?
An opera singer
Duke Ellington?
A jazz composer

[Verse 1]
What about the life of Marcus Garvey, we all know Martin
Wouldn’t have your light, if it wasn’t for my darkness
Blacker than the panther on the jacket of Huey P. Newton
And Bobby Seale, a few of us rotten still
We built this country off blood and sweat
Tear drops and pick cotton in mud we step
Momma Harriet Tubman was a woman so real
Only woman in history with a face on a bill
Besides Hillary Clinton, who we speak of America
Original man yet they treat us inferior
I put that on the soul of Nat Turner
The memory of Sojourner
And the others no longer with us
I’m admittin’ I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud

[Verse 2]
Brother Clarence 13X was a hero to me
Felt like a Five Percenter was the thing to be
In the wild wild west I still pray to the east
MJ on the speakers MJ’s on my feet
Before Mike and Mayweather came Muhammad Ali
Only difference between ‘em, he did it with dignity
Doctor Carter G. Woodson, found black history
Doctor Vivien Thomas, the first heart surgery
Kwame Ture used to be Stokely Carmichael
Bagged Mariam Makeba definitely was a leader
In his own right ‘Keba was diva in her own light
Before ‘Yonce married Jay, Ashanti, Brandy
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you’re speaking soul
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
It was about community wasn’t about complexion
Elijah and Fard, they were writin’ for Allah
Pictures of Bob Marley and Selassie on my wall
‘Til the day they free [?], Max B, and Bobby Shmurda
We all on trial eminently since a child
I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud

Lil Pump – Who Dat

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah

Miley Cyrus – The Climb (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there’s a voice inside my head saying
"You’ll never reach it"

Every step I’m taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking

But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose

Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

The struggles I’m facing
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I’m not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

‘Cause there’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose

Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah!

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody’s gonna have to lose

Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa

Miley Cyrus & Adam Sandler – No Freedom (Dido Cover) (On ‘the Tonight Show) (Live)

Take it by your silence
That I’m free to walk out the door
By the look in your eyes I can tell
You don’t think I’ll be back for more
Try to think of the world
Where you could stay and these safe hands could go
Take your heart above the water
Wherever I choose to go
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Even when you don’t see me
Even when you don’t hear
I’ll be flying low below the sun
And you’ll feel it all out here
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Standing here in silence
The world in front of me
Holding you in my hand
And seeing as you’d see
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No freedom without love

MoneyBagg Yo – Stand Down

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yea she get it now)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
They didn’t wanna hold a nigga like me down (they didn’t)
I had to get they fake ass from round (move)
I went and loaded my choppa wit rounds
I copped two foreigns to shit on the town (skrrt)
Water on me you might fuck round and drown (water)
Stayed down elevated my sound
Get put in your place tryna come for my crown
You ain’t taking nothin put that on my child
You gon see diamonds when I crack a smile (ha)
Can’t fuck with these hoes they foul
Insecure niggas say they been fuckin wit me (insecure)
Back then my number they wouldn’t even dial (pussy)
I keep having dreams of niggas getting murked
Grandma telling me I should go to church (amen)
I make my bitch mad went bought her a purse
I’m so up a Xan can’t work (I’m up there, up there)
Come from nothing now I done ran it up (I ran it up, ran it up)
I’m high as fuck why you say that skeet while Im standing up (ugh)
I count that money up 3 times and then I band it up (band that shit up)
Neck and wrist it brought the sun out got yo bitch tanning up (ugh ugh)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yeah she get it now)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
I’m in the party with choppas and 9s
Pick your head up when you see me next time (pussy)
She wanna link but I ain’t got the time ugh)
Walk in the room and [?] I shine (damn)
I’m the type to fuck the enemy bitch (ha)
Then go make a song bout the shit (what)
How she be calling and begging for dick (ugh ugh)
83 give a nigga that itch, I need to lay off the drugs (lay off the drugs)
I was fucked up when I hit the lick in Westwood, I cross out the plug (cross his ass out)
I keep the cannon like Nick (wildin’ out)
I drink the lean like I’m sick (ugh)
I be throwed like a pitch (throwed)
Moving slow as a bitch (woah)
I had to chop and get her ass out of there (out of there), she was way too dramatic (out of there)
Life I live cinematic (movie)
100 thou on a Patek (all cash)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
Stand Down

Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

AJ Tracey – Quarterback

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

Justine Skye – Woosah

[Verse 1]
Why do I love you?
I didn’t mean to
Even let my feelings show
Why’d you let them hit the floor
Why did I trust you?
I didn’t mean to
Let your ego take control
But I won’t get emotional

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Not for you
Not for anyone
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
Not gon’ cry

[Verse 2]
Now I regret you
How did I let you
Let you play me like a fool
Can’t believe I didn’t know
Swear I resent you
Try to forget you
I’ll be better on my own
Time for you to hit the road

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’
No, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
I ain’t gon’ cry
Ooh, not this time
I ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry

WORLD5 – I Won’t Let You Down

If Winter stays, A black December
I´m on My Way, I’ll Look after you
I won’t let you down

If April showers, like tears fall down this
Love of ours
We’ll watch the clouds roll by
This time

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time

Summer breeze with clear blue skies
Those wondrous days
How i remember… remember you
I won’t let you down

Best laid plans
Now your warm blood runs through my hands
And all I ask is why
Where was I

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time

Vicki Lawrence – It Could Have Been Me

Organ music softly playing
Sounds of people’s whispers saying
"She’s a pretty bride; you’re such a lucky man"
I smile and blink the tears away
And find the proper words to say
While aching with the pain they just can’t understand

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

Now we’re all gathered together
You vow your love for worse or better
Lift her veil and kiss her with a tender glow
Then leading her back up the aisle
I try to meet your eyes and smile
But all the time my heart is breaking so

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

They toast the lovely bride and groom
And as you leave the noisy room
They say that it’s my turn to catch the bride’s bouquet
And as the crowd goes streaming past
And someone says "He’s hers at last"
I hold my pretty flowers and slowly walk away

It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

Vicki Lawrence – Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves

I was born in the wagon of a traveling show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa would’ve shot him if he knew what he’d done

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

I never had schooling but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I’m a gal in trouble
And I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
Her mama had to dance for the money they’d throw
Grandpa’d do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Vicki Lawrence – Dime A Dance

I came to the city cause the folks back home
Thought I was pretty enough to make it
They bought me a ticket on a star-bound greyhound
I was on my way
But I landed in a dance hall
Part time money was all I could make

Saying hey mister, take a chance
It only costs you a dime a dance
And if you’re looking for romance
I’ll be nice to you
Hey mister, it’s so cold
When you don’t have someone to hold
I’ll do anything I’m told to do
Baby, I want you

At the time he was living with his wife and kids
She wasn’t giving him the love he needed
He poured out his troubles at the Sleepwell Motel
As I poured the wine
He said that he was gonna marry me
If she’d only let him go
So a worn-out promise
And a party gown keeps me in this town

Saying hey mister, take a chance
It only costs you a dime a dance
And if you’re looking for romance
I’ll be nice to you
Hey mister, it’s so cold
When you don’t have someone to hold
I’ll do anything I’m told to do
Baby, I want you

Vicki Lawrence – In Another Woman’s Arms

Every night I used to get warm
By the bathroom heater
A cold one-bedroom house
My father was the neighborhood cheater
Oh, how I dreaded wearing
My one dress to the summer dance
Strutting along
With a back wood boy in baggy pants
How I dreamed to change my life some way
Or end it in a bayou bay
I wanted love, I always thought
But every man I loved I always caught
Wrapped up in another woman’s arms

One night I drove in and watch a drive-in movie
The hero rode a motorbike
And every word he said was groovy
He picked up a girl, who looked a lot like me
And rode her all around
The movie ended when they fell in love and settled down
How I dreamed to change my life some way
Or end it in a bayou bay
I wanted love, I always thought
But every man I loved I always caught
Wrapped up in another woman’s arms
Searching too hard, I fell in love with a married man
He gave me a son
And day and night, the back of his hand
Every morning when I woke up
I felt an empty space
He was living down at Rosie’s drinking up the whole damn place

One night I drove in and watch a drive-in movie
The hero rode a motorbike
And every word he said was groovy
He picked up a girl, who looked a lot like me
And rode her all around
The movie ended when they fell in love and settled down
How I dreamed to change my life some way
Or end it in a bayou bay
I wanted love, I always thought
But every man I loved I always caught
Wrapped up in another woman’s arms
Searching too hard, I fell in love with a married man
He gave me a son
And day and night, the back of his hand
Every morning when I woke up
I felt an empty space
He was living down at Rosie’s drinking up the whole damn place

Vicki Lawrence – Making Love In My Mind

People say my head is in a cloud
When you’re not around
But they don’t know just what I’m thinking about
They don’t know what I’ve found
When the one you love is far away
You’ve got to improvise
So anytime I want you in my arms, all I do is close my eyes

I’m making love in my mind
I’m loving you all the time
I’m making love in my mind with you, to you

My imagination runs away
To almost anywhere
If I took a penny for my thoughts
I would be a millionaire

I’m making love in my mind
I’m loving you all the time
I’m making love in my mind to you, just you

Oh, I’m making love in my mind
I’m loving you all the time
I’m making love in my mind with you, to you, with you

Vicki Lawrence – Mama’s Gonna Make It All Better

Baby, Baby
Don’t you cry anymore
Mama’s gonna make it all better like before
Gonna wipe away your tears
Kiss away the pain
Mama’s gonna make it all better again

When I fell off
The merry-go-round
And dropped my ice cream come on the ground
Daddy bought me
A rainbow balloon
But I let loose of the string too soon
I remember
When ever I was hurt
Mama sang a little song
And it always worked

Baby, Baby
Don’t you cry anymore
Mama’s gonna make it all better like before
Gonna wipe away your tears
Kiss away the pain
Mama’s gonna make it all better again

Now I’m grown up
And left all alone
Cause my best friend just broke up my home
People warned me
But I laughed at them
I couldn’t see she was after him
She’s just using me
I can’t believe he’s gone
As I cry myself to sleep
I can hear this little song

Baby, Baby
Don’t you cry anymore
Mama’s gonna make it all better like before
Gonna wipe away your tears
Kiss away the pain
Mama’s gonna make it all better again

Vicki Lawrence – Ships In The Night

I saw her look and I realized
She was seducing my man with her eyes
And yet I couldn’t blame you
For she was delicious
And smiled me assurance and still I was jealous
Then you took me home and finally alone
You set myself down and you sang me this song

Baby, ships in the night
Eyes that are flashing
Flirting and passing with time on their hands
She’s a ship in the night looking for love
And nobody’s taking your man

You remember the fight on the way to the party
And we both went inside, neither saying we’re sorry
And because he was handsome
And you were disturbed
Through his whole boring story, I hung on each word

Acting as though I enjoyed him so
Playing a game
I’m a woman, you know
And nothing was said in the car going home
And my ego exploded, ’cause your jealousy showed
And then in our bedroom you stalked and you talked
And I quieted your thunder and sang you this song

Baby, ships in the night
Eyes that are flashing
Bragging about all his trips around the world
He’s a ship in the night
Looking for love and nobody’s taking your girl

I cannot follow through each waking day
And I know some lovely eyes get in your way
But then you’re a big boy
Baby, I know when the day’s sun surrenders
My ship sails home to me

Ships in the night
Eyes that are flashing
Flirting and passing with time on their hands
She’s a ship in the night
Looking for love and nobody’s taking my man

Vicki Lawrence – Take Me To Heaven

I know you love to make love like I love it
And though we made oceans of it
We’re still, my love, oceans apart
And I can remember those long, lonely mornings
After loving you all night long
It’s not easy, not easy to do

So take me to Heaven tonight, my love
But tomorrow, please take me with you

Take my word for it, there’s no place for it
Love means nothing when it’s part-time
And you need someone, need someone like I do

So take me to Heaven tonight, my love
But tomorrow, please take me with you
Take me to Heaven tonight, my love
But tomorrow, take me with you

Vicki Lawrence – The Light On The Back Porch Door

I turn down the covers and I smooth the satin sheets
Pretending I don’t do that for every man I meet
And then I let my hair hand down and make myself smell pretty
With that special kind of perfume
That comes straight from New York City

[Chorus]
On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby’s Hardware Store
There’s a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door

The streetlight on the corner shining circles on the floor
The music from the Hi-Fi slowly drifting through the door
Softly then I’ll smile at you and take you by the hand
For a while I’ll make you know how good it is to be a man

[Chorus]
On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby’s Hardware Store
There’s a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door

Now we lie here in the darkness and we share a cigarette
Till it’s time to turn and softly say goodnight with no regret
I know there’s people in this world, who’d say "It just ain’t right"
But there’s no man who ever lived you’d trade places with tonight

[Chorus]
On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby’s Hardware Store
There’s a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door

Vicki Lawrence – Who Broke Your Heart And Made You Write That Song

[Chorus]
Who broke your heart and made you write that song
Every time you sing I want to cry along
Everything was right till your love went wrong
Who made you write that song

I remember the happy things
In the songs that you used to sing
Sunny blue skies and wedding rings
This morning their gone
Cloudy skies have begun to form
There’s a ring in your bureau gone
And you’re really alone once more
I can tell by your song

[Chorus]
Who broke your heart and made you write that song
Every time you sing I want to cry along
Everything was right till your love went wrong
Who made you write that song

When you asked me if I could see
That the songs only make believe
If you think that you’re fooling me
Let me tell you you’re wrong
Anyone who has loved will know
After hearing a verse or so
You smile but your tears still show
In the words to your songs

[Chorus] x2
Who broke your heart and made you write that song
Every time you sing I want to cry along
Everything was right till your love went wrong
Who made you write that song

Vicki Lawrence – Who Do I Call When I Need You

Last Christmas morning
I opened my presents all alone
And last Thanksgiving
Where could I go but my married sister’s home?
Well, this morning
I decided that you’ve had me way too long
I need a man who’s free to be here
When everything’s going wrong

[Chorus]
‘Cause you see the plumber comes when the faucet drips
I call in the painter when the woodwork chips
The Yellow Pages always seem to help me through
But who do I call when I need you?

Every evening your children run
To kiss you at your door
You throw your arms around them
After leaving me alone and wanting more
In your life, I’m just the icing
On a many-layered cake
While I go hungry giving you much more than I can take

[Chorus]
‘Cause you see the plumber comes when the faucet drips
I call in the painter when the woodwork chips
The Yellow Pages always seem to help me through
But who do I call when I need you?

The plumber comes when the faucet drips
I call in the painter when the woodwork chips
The Yellow Pages always seem to help me through
But who do I call when I need you?

Vicki Lawrence – You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always be around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart

I feel like this is the beginning
Though I’ve loved you for a million years
And if I thought our love was ending
I’d find myself drowning in my own tears

[Chorus]
You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always stay around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart

You must have known that I was lonely
Because you came to my rescue
And I know that this must be heaven
How could so much love be inside of you?

[Chorus]
You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always stay around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart

Vicki Lawrence – Funny Girl

I didn’t need you when you found me
You barely fit into my world
But you were sweet and hung around me
And you called me your funny girl
I did my part and made you happy
I make you laugh and that brought you up
You pat my head instead of squeezing my body
A patted head ain’t quite enough

I brought you through the trials and tribulations
Silly fool, now, don’t you know a funny girl gets sad
Somewhere along the line you sure forgot to touch me
I needed touching mighty bad

Funny girl’s got feelings, too
She’s not made just to entertain you
Ha-Ha! Come on, let’s hear you laugh
A funny girl gets sleepless nights
And cries of loss of appetite
Now, mister, how do you like that?
You hurt your funny girl

You’d hold my hand into the party
Until you heard some kitten purr
You’d dropped my hand
And next thing that I knew, darling
I’d see you standing next to her

You’d hold my hand in front
Of friends to prove you like me
Playing sympathetic tricks upon my head
And then because you were so unbearably handsome
You’d thought I’d leap into your bed

Funny girl’s got feelings, too
She’s not made just to entertain you
Ha-Ha! Come on, let’s hear you laugh
Well, a funny girl gets sleepless nights
And cries of loss of appetite
Now, mister, how do you like that?
You hurt your funny girl

Oh, funny girl’s got feelings, too
She’s not made just to entertain you…