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2 Chainz – Rolls Royce Bitch (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you
Who else gon’ believe in you? Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you, who else gon’ believe in you?

[Verse 1]
Believe in yourself, health is wealth
Gotta get mine, faster than a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in here
With my hand pulled behind my back
One hand on the steering wheel
2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed
Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness
I mean anything around me that’s against us, they can’t be
I got God on my side, that’s all I need to ride
See that’s all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That’s really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Verse 2]
I’m good, I’m good like Ye
I’m good like Sean and Push
I’m good, I’m good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used to have a killer crossover
Now I think I done crossed over
White fans at my rap shows
So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder
So many chains on, I tell ’em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Outro]
Felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
I am the go-to, I am the go-to
Trap shit, I’m the go to
Trap nigga with a gold tooth
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?

2 Chainz – Sleep When U Die (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
It’s at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aiight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can sleep when you die, point blank, period
No excuse for this, you only get one life
You only get once chance
You can get more wives
You can get more ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I’m saying, I’m a real superstar, woo

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah I got too many watches on my arm
I got too much shit goin’ on
I got your favorite stripper on my phone
I got a bank account, got another bank account
Got another bank account, to be continued
Hibachi my menu, my bracelet on igloo
Every song is a single, you hear how the money talk
I may be bilingual, I pour out a liter, I light up the reefer
I’m back to charging niggas 100 a feature, yeah

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Hard work beats talent
Dope boy meets talent
Don P and eat salad
Walking around, my feet Bally
Sisquo and St. Ives
Six guns, eight knives
Potato on the barrel of it
Make you niggas hate fries
Been poppin’ wheelies since 14
Sleeping with them, in them since 14
Ready to take one for the team
Ain’t no discount, if ain’t the one, we got a miscount
I am the truth, lil’ nigga, shooting bullets from the booth, lil’ nigga
BOOM

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
You too concerned with others
This for the single mothers
Might have a millionaire
Moving through Riverdale
Jacket on Rick Flair
Watch on Rick Flair
James Brown with the slick hair
Watch how she dance on it, dance on the work
If the pussy squirt, put her name in a verse
I am so high, I’m scared to jump
Keep the gas on me, I’m prepared to pump, alright

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz – Trap Check (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Verse 1]
Rap shit check, trap shit check
Cashier check, fashion check
Foreign car check, foreign bitch check
Rolex check, gold around my neck
Juju on the diamond, my umbrella’s designer
Stand on your recliner, pourin’ all the wine up
Yea I used to pitch, you should see my wind up
Nigga fuck with me ain’t no telling where you wind up
It’s all love, positive vibes
Walking through the airport in crocodile slides
Wet floor signs, hands on thighs
If you got a check put your hands up high

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Verse 2]
Come on, come on, come on
I rock the microphone, I had to thank the Lord
I am in rare form, I had to get it on
You never feed me, I use my own seasoning
Autograph cleavage, how many girls believe you?
How many girls you tried, I know a girl you lied to
She wants your ass to die, I look you dead in your eye
It’s real nigga season, it’s right after Easter
Might buy me a Regal, put that on my Visa
I need me some singles, don’t care if you’re single
Take you and mingle, take you to Neiman’s
We hit the bars tonight, look at the roof on the Wraith
It look like the stars at night, yeah

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Outro]
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP…

2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 2: Offset]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Bridge: Quavo (2 Chainz)]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)

[Outro]
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

2 Chainz – OG Kush Diet (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos
All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you
Reminiscing about the Motorollas
Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola
Wait up, bitch, hold up, hold up
You ain’t there to hold the pole up

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Verse 1]
I’m ’bout to pour out some liquor
I’m ’bout to pour out some lean
I got blue cheese in my jeans
I bought my queen Celine
I got my team Supreme
It ain’t no in between
You either in or you out, I took a different route
I had to figure it out, I went to picking them out, you, you

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

[Verse 2]
Presidential prolly tickled, laughing ’bout who popped the pistol
That’s the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I’ma keep the bitch ’til December
And park it on Broadway, away from the hallway
Away from the ‘partments, away from the arcades
We don’t play games with them boys
We bring the pain to them boys
I caught a plane with them boys
I taught the game to them boys
I am ashamed of them boys
Blame it on fame, blame it on whatever you wanna blame
I’m smart and insane, imagine a genius that don’t have a brain
That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources
I do play with 3 persons, I got it from researching
I’m fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person
I walk out and eat Church’s, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it, gas
Im fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person
I walk out and eat churches, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how i rework it, Gas

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

[Verse 3]
Yeah, your favorite rapper’s got no talent
Homeboy got coke habits
Used to drive a Porsche ’til I found out it was made by Volkswagen
This here is a toe tag ’em, Tity Boi gon’ and toe tag ’em
Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck
Let them know this a throat slashing
Your baby mama got no passion
Her best friend act old fashioned
Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing
I’m V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved
Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves
Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off
Presence been felt everywhere
Except let me see, yeah the White House
Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg
Sippin’ quavo, ridin’ offsets, guess I’m ’bout to take off

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

2 Chainz – Bailan (feat. Pharrell) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Pharrell WIlliams]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me ’cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I’m gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is…
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that’ it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Juicy, squeeze it, then juicy
Sipping on the D’usse
Rocking some Medusa, give a fuck what you say
Give a fuck what you say
In the club, I wrote this for the plug
I wrote this for a hater that was looking for some love
A DJ competition, I’m mixing in the kitchen
Now who gon’ do the dishes
Bankroll thicker than Deelishis

[Chorus: Pharrell WIlliams]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me ’cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I’m gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is…
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that’ it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Drug connotation in my population
I want a conversation, don’t want no confrontation
Pull up in a hardtop, watch how I race it
Trap to the wrap like watch how I embrace it
Louis Vans on, they don’t come with laces
And we talking straight shots, we don’t need no chaser
Tell her I don’t chase her, swap her, I replace it
Bracelet, this is Rollie, Rollie, this is bracelet
Pass the medication
Rounds upon rounds, I am nowhere around
I’m nowhere to be found
I’m on flights over lights, I’m so close up to Christ
I might ask for advice, I might ask for it twice
Look at my ice, I’m so nice, it’s like Mardi Gras
Mama I shot me a man, please go hide the gun
When she ask me my number, I say I’m the one
Rushing summer to summer until someone come

[Chorus: Pharrell WIlliams]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me ’cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I’m gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is…
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that’ it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Go ahead and touch the sky
Go ahead and touch the sky
Dancing where you are
Go ahead and touch the sky

2 Chainz – Burglar Bars (feat. Monica) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan & Monica]
As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the presence of royalty. There’s a certain power presence that he gives off
I tried to be, everything you want and need

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
‘Cause you got a deep title don’t mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I’ve been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that’s my apparatus
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I’m anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don’t go acting anti on me
It’s Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today, there’s nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a fucking song with Jay
But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye
See my verses are better and my subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga, I’m no Black activist
I’m a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, you a miracle. Right now, if you hear this, you’re a miracle, I want you to know that. If you’re able to hear this right now, you are a miracle. Straight up, no kapp

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life, you ain’t prepared for your life
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
I’m telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky. You don’t just bump into me. I’m a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord

[Bridge: Monica]
Lord knows
Woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
That soulful trap music, man. Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Section 8, I’m talkin’ ’bout the ‘partments. You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you. What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, "Y’all stop fucking stomping! Y’all stop walking so mothafuckin’ hard!" Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us. Tru, trill shit

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryina put my dick inside of yo panties
And when I tell this shit [???]
I be rolling loud
While they rolling loud
Smokin backwoods and moving baggage
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a Xanax
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee haw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon
Uhh, light that ass like a candle honey
Uhh, Ferigamo shower shoes for me
Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it
Uhh, like an ol’ school I got some pooled on it
Huhh, Satan, abracadbra, abracadbra
Kill all you bastards, I want no wrestle
The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Hop in a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Picadilly
All he had couple strikes ??? (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course
Don’t you panic, don’t you take this shit for granted
Don’t you panic, when I put my dick in your panties
Don’t you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I’m smashing
I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head ??
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum
I’m bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me
I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
Two cups can I drown? And I might too
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

Young Thug – Tomorrow Til Infinity (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shooter, my Jimmy Choo
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, my second home
I’m in that limo
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

Young Thug – Daddy’s Birthday (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae I’m flexing, extension
Brand new Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made myself ballin, hold my credit card
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrrr, V12, y’all ain’t ready dog
Trapping beats I’m like hurry up and buy
Extra draco for my pops, ’cause his birthday 4th of July
I’m so busy it’s making me feel like I’m in and out my kids’ lives

[Chorus]
Ooooooooooohhhhh
(I’m the father of six babies, you know what I’m sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Post-hook]
All this fuckin money, has me switchin [???]
I’m livin right and they ain’t ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that body, they charging me with cruelty
Don’t try to stop me, don’t you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the back
You gotta forgive my heart, I don’t mean to stunt like that (I don’t mean to do that to you you know what I’m sayin)

[Verse 2]
Red bottoms, I’m at Met-Gala (I’m bout to spaz)
Ain’t playin geek, I want every problem
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar
Been a swager, had dollar
Raw clean, Balmain (let’s get it)
Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
Lil shawty hot, kerosene
Ima kill by any means
Favorite sound ching ching
Ima spray fake with my jeans
Ima turn up with my team
New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
AP match my jeans
Converse and McQueen
Pedi for my queen
Gambling, fuck these coins
[?] from the swing
Private jet livin’ (pussy ass nigga)
Ima go like beam (Ima go)
New backwoods no strings
I put ice in my cup
New pool, no chlorine

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Chorus]
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
New coupe, new shoes
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

Young Thug – Do U Love Me (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Ayy
We got London On Da Track
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Rose gold Rolex, who you are
They don’t know, who you are
Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
She get clean like Windex when she want to
She read a nigga’s texts when she want to
No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
Hop out the Benz coupe

[Chorus]
Fuck me, suck me
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
In the tubby, poppin’ bubbly
Smokin’ musty, I love me
Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
Drankin’ bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged

[Refrain]
To the moon, you are
Don’t you know who we are?
These women know who we are
Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
Actin’ like you don’t know who we are, but you do
I know you know who she was
Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow

[Verse 1]
Roll slow, roll slow, move shit
Lick your body while I give you a massage
Ain’t talkin’ Nicki, I’m ’bout to have a menage-et
Trois, on my face, all day
Hold up, got a K, ’bout to spray
Hold up, bust in her hair, Milky Way
Hold up, kick shit, Johnny Cage, yeah
Hold up, she the bond like a [?]
Hold up, light skate, intake
Turnt, outta state, in state
Burnt out bitch, stop, ayy
You need, yeah, lessons, watch, bae (watch bae)
You thinkin’, yeah, I’m broke, you need to, awake (fool)
A hundred, racks, three, a week (cash)
Say love the freaks, I count it, like geeks (yeah)
It’s mounted, with tease
I ain’t gotta remind these hoes

[Refrain]
They know who we are
Do you know who we are?
These women know who we are
Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
Actin’ like you don’t know who we are, but you do
I know you know who she was
Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow

[Verse 2]
Money green like camouflage
STD, I’m takin’ over your ward
Homegirl fine, body smooth and all
Planned on havin’ more kids than God, damn
I draped up her closet, now she look like a Barbie
Now my drinks are clean, I fill ’em up with that oil
Bumped my self esteem and now I think I’m adored
Let me through the door or else I’ll come through the walls (walls)
I haven’t slide in days, for you
Treatin’ myself like I got AIDS for you
I ain’t fuck none of these girls like I got AIDS for you, ayy
I got nine lives, I’ll blaze for you
I’ll set it down in days for you
Shawty pubics, shave it
Her eyes hazel, too

[Pre-Chorus]
Rose gold Rolex, who you are
They don’t know, who you are
Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
She get clean like Windex when she want to
She the reason nigga’s text when she want to
No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
Hop out the Benz coupe

[Chorus]
Fuck me, suck me
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
In the tubby, poppin’ bubbly
Smokin’ musty, I love me
Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
Drankin’ bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged

Young Thug – You Said (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Wild ain’t it, oh I thought so

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a million now she closing
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and [?] and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

Young Thug – On Fire (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands―
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah bout seven big figures
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck you thought?
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

[Verse 1]
Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I’m spittin’ fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch ’em
I’m tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I need a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Every single [?]
Ashes in the Bentley, I’m that raw
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Rockin’ gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin’ gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but

[Chorus]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me

[Verse 2]
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can’t make mistakes lil’ homie
Ay, I ain’t got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a cover girl
You can come and chill with me
Let’s drink a pint of codeine
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you’re gone
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just ’cause my son
I put a [?] on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the Benz, still ain’t traded in or nothin’
I got like 20 cars, baby pick one

[Chorus]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me

[Verse 3]
Bird on my boots
Mm, you kick ’em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I’m Rick the Ruler
Mm, that’s foreign ain’t no scoon[?]
We killin’, ain’t tryna sue you
Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin’ girl, you full
Got Molly in my Red Bull
I’m with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire like you

[Outro]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands―
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah bout seven big figures
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck you thought?
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

Young Thug – Get High (feat. Snoop Dogg & Lil Durk) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ay yo nephew
I think it’s time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin’ air
But in a Backwood, ya dig?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
‘Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I’m not talkin’ a car
Shawty she bad, fuck ’round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Give the password, psych
‘Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight
But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb
Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds
Fuck you talkin’, bitch you ran off on ’em
How these lil handcuffs and you cops can’t [?]
In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot’s like a store
Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor
Watch that door (watch that door)
Watch that door (you gotta watch that door)
Watch that door
I roll up two point fives
Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives
Way too stoned, don’t remember these guys
Hold up, so high I’ma risk my life, ain’t even tryna go to these skies
Hold up strollers
I want the whole cut
I make a slut slut
I eat it cold cut
Hair getting longer
Weed getting stronger
‘Bout to strong arm her
‘Bout to go and bone girl
She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro
I take you from the stars, take you to my world
But she didn’t get a chance to get my number
She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
‘Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I’m not talkin’ a car
Shawty she bad, fuck ’round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
With a lot of old money
Everybody want somethin’ from me
Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel
‘Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill
And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille
And my gas tank is on full
Stack goods, them Backwoods
We cock back and we pull
Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK
We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say?
I be out here gettin’ it, gotta get it ’cause I got it on
I’m the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on
It ain’t as easy as I make it look
See what I’m sayin’, I ain’t playin’, nigga take a look
We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and I’m seasick for real
Fuck a thug, what it does, let’s get this motherfuckin’ money cuz
I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces
Them new cases and new bases and new aces
Florida-anapolis, ain’t no stoppin’ us
Power preaches patience
Balling in two places
Exchanges, smoke faces

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Count this money on a PJ in my PJs
Goin’ fast, get in tussles on the E-way
Smoking on that OG
I fell on my AP, got me a Rollie
I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey
And her head dope
And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off
I don’t fuck with vapors but I’m high-igh-igh
I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
‘Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I’m not talkin’ a car
Shawty she bad, fuck ’round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us
But umm
This shit is a marathon man
This ain’t no motherfuckin’ umm, hundred yard dash
Man step back
You ain’t in our league
Thugger Thug, Doggy Dog
Nephew we on
We out

Young Thug – Feel It (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Wheezy

[Verse 1]
I want that pussy in a Wraith
I’ma make sure lil’ mama feel it
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it (on Slime)
We make love, and it hot just like a skillet (woo, woo)
I don’t wanna buy your love, I wanna feel it
Build that bitch up from the ground, never won’t tear that bitch down
Yeah, you know that this dick ain’t no clown
You know this dick make you make sounds (swear, yeah)
I fuck that bitch good, I don’t tease her
Nigga, that why she not leavin’ (what?)
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
And I do it for my people (I swear)
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you (what?)
I’m lovin’ every single curve about you
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, ’bout ya
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I’ll go to jail ’bout ya (let’s go)
You know who you with
Lil’ baby stop playin’, darlin’, you know who you with
You know who you with
Man I’m so for real
I copped you a coupe baby, you’re my chauffeur real (skrrt, skrrt)
Man I am so for real these niggas be talkin’, we bust it so for real (for real)
I’m so geeked up on your lovin’ I don’t need no mollies, so for real (for real)
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
Yeah, I am the truth so don’t ask it
Yeah, I shoot our kids in the plastic
Yeah, I only call lil’ mama baby when she say daddy (and what?)

[Chorus]
If that’s your man, you better hold him down
Murder she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit’ it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Make me feel it, make me feel it
Make me feel it, make me feel it
Oh, I wan’ feel it, I wan’ feel it
I wan’ feel it, I wan’ feel it
Baby, I’ll give you head, give me ceilings
Come here bae, I’m appealin’
I’m locked down, all metal
Horsehoe, True Religion
I’m dabbin’, I’m dabbin’
I’ll hop in your car, and I’ll smash it, I’ll smash it
I’m buyin’ gold Rollies, yeah I’m Trinidadian
They look like they don’t wanna fuck, but they actin’
I’m pourin’ up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis (lean, lean, lean)
Aaaaand I think I’m tough, you look tough, so let’s clash it (slat, let’s clash)
War ready, I’m goin’ steady
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
I want that cat like a leopard
Let’s go to Germany, no Shepard
She don’t need no hand, I’ma help her
She barely keep it so I kept her
Watch me tell her

[Chorus]
If that’s your man, you better hold him down
Murder she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit’ it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah

Young Thug – Me Or Us (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
…text anymore… so what’re you recording?
It’s a new song, I’ma let you hear a little bit
Play it

[Refrain]
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why

[Chorus]
Who you loyal to? Me or us?
Who you trust the most? Me or us?
Who you wanna fuck every night? Me or us?
Who you wanna take on your flight? Me or us?
Ow!

[Verse]
You the one that said you were doin’ it
And you said you were doin’ it, you’re doin’ it, you’re doin’ it
You say that what you’re doin’, you’re doin’, you’re doin’
You told me that what, what you’re doin’, you’re doin’, you’re doin’
But what you do if your brother left you?
What would you do if them niggas came for you?
You better pursue (watch out)
I just spent 10 racks on a dog from Germany, no Purdue
Oops, I meant Dupree, jury sittin’ on their seat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna know, tell me, lil’ baby, I wanna know
I wanna know
I got the show, fuck my show, be my show
What
I got them loafs, I’m with Metro, he got some more
Yeah, I don’t gotta talk
Nigga, my jewelry, it can say more, hey
You smoke that kush and man I’m so good and I want some cookies
Fuck on your daughter, fuck on my brother
Now she gon’ diss you
I got them racks, I was just buyin’
You was just lookin’
I bought her diamonds and she just smilin’
She think she tooken, but
This one is all for my fans
I’m smokin’ pow-wow in Japan
Blacker the berry, drink my cran
Bae you dig it? Understand

Humming

[Refrain]
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why

Young Thug – Oh Yeah (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
No more pain though
No more motherfucking pain bro, no more motherfucking pain bro

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

[Verse 1]
If you not from Haiti don’t go there
If you not from Bleveland don’t go there
Yes I still got boots, what size you wear?
You can be a stranger and still get a pair
We don’t grab on ’em, we got halves on us, we got math on us
And that jewlery super water, we got baths on us
When I pull from out of school we got staffs on us
We got math on us, You know we up, I ain’t talking bout no Folgers
We get 10,000 pounds of midget
The way she walked up on the plug I really thought that baby knowed us
But she just wanna fuck them digits
She know exactly when to start and when to finish
She know how to get that dick back hard within a minute
I try to play hard, she see right through me just like lenses
She tell Young Thugger to put it up cause she got plenty

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m gon keep racing to the top of the mountain
These niggas knocking me down but when I get there I mount
Enjoy your visit, this my decision
You know my brodies right behind me and they with it
I miss Unfunk he just waiting on my visit
I’m scared to go down there, them folk might just railroad the cheeks
I know he not a white line, but I had to take him off the street
I miss my brother on phone, he can’t do nothing but sit and eat
You know I miss him, that shit happen way too fast I wanna kiss him
Every time I talk to him I wish I had a missile
Just sitting back thinking like what’d he be like on them crystals
That nigga a fool with it
He got a big ol’ bank roll and a tool with it
You run up on me bruh the wrong way and he gon’ use and abuse
But he might got 2, he gon’ use, April Fools
Then sit back and watch the ambulance clean up you

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

Young Thug – For Y’all (feat. Jacquees) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ahem, I said, you don’t wanna walk a mile in my jeans
Oh no, no
I get that green asparagus, bust it down with the team
And we go shopping all day
Whatever, won’t you cop it all day
Need like 40 more credentials for the ladies
All that hatred got ’em sittin’ outside for ages
’90s baby, feel like I been gettin’ it since the ’80s

[Hook: Young Thug]
Make sure everybody flossing, babe I’m saucy
My Hublot blue and I make air plays on Slauson
Aye, I makin’ big ol’ plays
Stackin’ that Frito-Lay, just for my baby

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
[?] racks on racks on racks, I’m goin’ crazy
Flippin’ these packs, these packs, bust it down buy a whip, Miss Daisy
Bust it down good, then get a [?]
Now take off, we don’t play
I didn’t write this all, I just went [?]
I dropped the Vet off and came back racin’
She down with me, got gone face it
She sucked me to sleep, I can’t replace it
Creepin’, man stop, you’ll never get over me
You mean for steppin’ stones, just know you owe me
Everything Gwaluh, he ain’t get no leak
I fuck around slump your partner, on your lil ho street

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Pussy never not wet, never got you upset
Patty cake when that check hit, for the fam it’s Russian roulettes
On the private jet countin’ bitches
Red light, I’m drinkin’ red
Take care of everybody ’round me
And I live my life at risk
And I never forget to

[Hook: Young Thug]
Make sure everybody flossing, babe I’m saucy
My Hublot blue and I make air plays on Slauson
Aye, I’m makin’ big ol’ plays
Stackin’ that Frito-Lay, just for my baby

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I did everything for y’all to ball
Tell y’all risked it all to see a smile on y’all
I risked my future goals for all y’all
I risked my life she told me take that condom off and go raw
She perfect in my eyes, she know when I act modest
Girl version of me, man this just works for me
She, she genius, she my idol believe
Yah, and y’all need any sneakin’ she gon’ peep it
I want pics from that bitch she smokin’ cigarettes
I got roaches for my daughter no puttin’ back
Screamin’ rest in peace to my partner off of Old Nat

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Pussy never not wet, never got you upset
Patty cake when that check hit, for the fam it’s Russian roulettes
On the private jet countin’ bitches
Red light, I’m drinkin’ red
Take care of everybody ’round me
And I live my life at risk
And I never forget to

[Hook: Young Thug]
Make sure everybody flossing, babe I’m saucy
My Hublot blue and I make air plays on Slauson
Aye, I’m makin’ big ol’ plays
Stackin’ that Frito-Lay, just for my baby

[Outro: Jacquees]
My baby
That’s my baby
Do anything for my baby
Go crazy for my baby

Young Thug – Take Care (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Better day, better day
See better days, ayy
Yeah!

[Chorus]
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right (so good!)
Sexin’ on drugs, oh yeah, yeah
Leave a little money on camera, woah woah
You remind me of Erykah Badu, you’re on go
Thinkin’ ’bout masturbating to your nudes, yeah, yeah
Take care
Take care, all right
Yeah she fire right by
Yeah I’m gon’ sleep with you every night
Yeah yeah

[Interlude]
Supposed to win
I’m gon’ pose for you
We supposed to lose
Yeah ‘posed to

[Verse 1]
Maison Margiellas, they ain’t come with no strings, and the jeans Rockafeller
Wraith umbrella for the hoes in the club when I throw my cheddar
She got Chanel mailbag, I’ma gon’ letter, I’ma gon’ let her
Every day I say free Act, lifetime rebel, do it for the fellas
I don’t want that bitch, annoys me
Eat on my dick and she rode me
I fuck her hard like she owin’ me
Put in this dick, now she done with me
My prices cheaper than Dollar Tree
I mastered math like white collars, B
Open your mouth like you yawning
Double cup feature, it’s Barney
I’m with the dogs and we barking
I’ma take off like a Martian
Fuck her and leave her my marking
Bust on that ho, I’m just marking
Look at these niggas, they markers
Ready for war like a Spartan
You can’t block me like I’m Marshawn
My bro got a sound like a marker

[Chorus]
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right
Take care
Sexin’ on drugs, oh yeah, yeah
Leave a little money on camera, woah woah
You remind me of Erykah Badu, you’re on go
Thinkin’ ’bout masturbating to your nudes, yeah yeah
Take care
Take care, all right
Yeah she fire right by
Yeah I’m gon’ sleep with you every night
Yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
Bill Gates, I’m your stepson
I’m so proud to share your genes on your backbone
Thank you god, 2017 new G-Wagon
I play ring around the rosey with my stepson (oh shit, get ’em)
Off a purple potion
Nigga ain’t braggin’ or boastin’
Ten rack tags and I’m ghost
All white Porsche like lotion
Everybody checkin’ my motion
AP’s, Rollies, and Pateks
Broke nigga stop that madness
And you hoes need to stop that scrambling
Living two minutes from [?]
Trip on these hoes, make ’em panic
I did ’em wrong and I meant it
You Derrick Rose and I’m winning
I’m ’bout these four bars, relentless
I’m tryna put my nut in you really
I’m tryna put my butt in some skinnies
I’m charging my bitch a new Bentley, ayy

[Chorus]
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right
Take Care

Shania Twain – Life’s About To Get Good

[Verse 1]
I wasn’t just broken, I was shattered
I trusted you so much, you’re all that mattered
You no longer broke me, and I seemed like a suck
I couldn’t move on, [?]

[Chorus]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
It’s all about forgiving, and the will to walk away
I’m ready to be loved
And love the way I should
Life’s about
Life’s about to get good

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good

[Verse 2]
[?], the wider the river
Killed me that you gave your life to be with her
I hope to believe that things would get better
It’s hard to forget you, forever

[Chorus]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
It’s all about forgiving, and the will to walk away
I’m ready to be loved
And love the way I should
Life’s about
Life’s about to get good

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good

[Bridge]
It took me so long to be strong
I’m alive, and I hold on
What I can feel it hurts you
Oh, I
About to get good
About to get good
About to get good

[Chorus]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
It’s all about forgiving, and the will to walk away
I’m ready to be loved
And love the way I should
Life’s about
Life’s about to get good

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good

[Outro]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
Life’s about, life’s about to get good

Russ – MVP

[Intro]
Yeah
Make money off of bein’ myself
Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
It’s gettin’ harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams
The lines keep blurrin’ like I’m drivin’ half asleep
I’m invitin’ you to see who’s next up in this rap shit
Hooks, beats and verses, every song I score a hat trick
Always said I’d never sign but lately, I been tempted
‘Cause my dad just asked for gas money, my mom just said she spent it
It’s easy to pass judgement when you comfortable in life
But desperation breeds a beast, the truth won’t always be polite
So I’m fresh up off the flight, headed towards a life boat
Hope their word has good credit like a FICO
Only time will tell but I been feelin’ like it’s my time
How long you gonna keep a star player on the sidelines?
But, I’m the coach, guess God is the owner
Guess I’m just waitin’ for that tap on my shoulder
Tellin’ me to go in, I’ma stop the game
Blow the whistle like Snowden, young Terrell Owens
Makin’ noise, still one of the greats though
I never RIP, I want MVP written on my gravestone
Your boy buzzin’ in I swear this life is like a game show
One man army, when I sing, I get Tank hoes
Yeah, you know that R&B freak love
Weed so loud, Imma need you all to speak up
I hope every album that I drop has Carter III buzz
Wake up, I’m tryna live a life you couldn’t dream of
I’m careful with who I include in all of this
‘Cause most want a free ride but I ain’t handin’ out scholarships
Went to college for a semester
All it taught me was that college ain’t for everyone
I’m not like everybody, so I left
My mom still supported but she was upset
‘Till she saw the crowd scream my name out on Sunset
She got to watch her son light up the whole spot
Right there in that moment it’s like she understood my whole plot
Different women, different offers every day now
I could see the reason why some people wanna hate now
‘Cause my past 24 been more action packed than Jack Bauer
Made 100 thousand in the past hour
It’s been a whirlwind, let me hit the blunt with you
Barely in the industry and I already got trust issues
Damn, or maybe past relationships, did that
I gave ’em all my trust and I ain’t never get this shit back
But, fuck it, ’cause I’m on to new things
I looked up at the sky, long enough, I grew wings
Now I’m talkin’ to myself like they gon’ try and break you
God forbid it happens, breakdowns create break throughs
I’m sittin’ on the debut, sounds like a greatest hits
Labels tryna eat, so of course they want a stake in it
And of course they talk of money, so of course I entertain this shit
Of course they lookin’ at my table tryna find a place to sit
I’m patient with my process, weighin’ all my options
Ya’ll talkin’ way too much, all these phone calls sound like auctions
Funny ’cause you used to laugh when I would say I’m ready
Now the ones who doubted me are gonna tell you how they met me
When I’m standin’ where I knew I would, number 1 spot
Another year, another rapper, yeah, another one flop
Ya’ll barely fuckin’ the game, you on the scene for 5 minutes
Then you bust and it’s over, I’m a movie, you’re just a snippet
This that ’89 Pistons, fuck the game up, get rings shit
Name your favorite rapper, bet I got him on my hit list
Name your dream girl, bet I end up on her wish list
Tell me how you want it, beast raps, or I could sing shit
It’s time to wake up, industry full of hypnotists
I speak for myself, I don’t need a ventriloquist
I need a vacation to where the real people live
You just stay on vacation, havin’ real ego trips
You don’t wanna admit, that without you I’d be fine
But the truth is hard to swallow when you chokin’ on your pride
That goes for the girls I swooped in on
Made their brain drool, they gave top with a bib on
Always keep my switch on, watch me illuminate
Up at the studio, Drake is just a room away
Maybe I should barge in, maybe I should wait
This gon’ be a funny story couple months from today
When I tell it, and it’s like

[Outro]
Damn, yup

Queens Of The Stone Age – The Way You Used To Do

[Verse 1]
When I first met her she was seventeen
Seventeen
Jump like an arsonist to a perfect match
Burned alive

[Pre-Chorus 1]
We run ’til no one could find us
Girl, we outrun everyone

[Chorus]
But it doesn’t matter now
Just come and love me how
Like the way you used to do
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Is love mental disease or lucky fever dream?
Fine with either
Gave birth to monsters who will terrorize normalcy, yeah
They’ll terrorize

[Pre-Chorus 2]
If the world exploded behind us
I never noticed if it done
Let nobody dare confine us
I’ll bury anyone who does

[Chorus]
But it doesn’t matter now
Just come and love me how
Like the way you used to do

[Bridge]
Now
The way you used to do

[Verse 3]
My heart, a ding-a-ling
A puppet on a string
C’est la vie
So lay your hands across my beating heart, love

[Pre-Chorus 2]
If the world exploded behind us
I never noticed if it done
Let nobody dare confine us
I’ll bury anyone who does

[Chorus]
But it doesn’t matter now
Just come and love me how
Like the way you used to do

[Outro]
Used to do
Like the way you used to do
Come and love me now
Like the way you used to do
Like the way you used to do

Nipsey Hussle – All Gets Right (feat. J. Stone)

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Smokin Backwoods
Marathon OG
What?
Hussle
Yeah, I feel brand new like I just started this shit
Like at the beginning
I Know y’all been waiting
My foundation’s solid, let’s take flight

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let’s all get right
It’s that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It’s that shit you waited for your whole fucking life

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
I got that good, still in the hood
I kept my word, yea my nigga I make good
6 figure niggas in them v-12s
No tint nigga so you see well
My Cuban link that’s 14k
My presidential, I wear it every day
It symbolizes, how I’m enterprising
I came from lint in Dickie pockets so I emphasize it
You check the filing, niggas say I kept it solid
But fuck the rumors, money talks and you made less deposits
I dropped some videos, you should go check the comments
They love me all around the world my nigga, what’s you problem?

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let’s all get right
It’s that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It’s that shit you waited for your whole fucking life

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
All my liquor from France, my cars from Frankfurt
Told them keep they advance
Distribute and market my label
I own it all, I own it all
Word in them offices is that I want it all
That’s right I do, now who the fuck is you?
To question my request, I paid my fucking dues
Had a couple dreams now they coming true
I’m at the Porsche lot, asking do they come in coupes?
Walking out the club with a hundred goons
Magnum bottles of the Veuve, an a pungent fume
Model bitches stunting in them fucking shoes
Bring your homegirl, cause she coming too
Fast cars with them leather seats
Drop top she a fucking freak
Blow me down while we ride on PCH
I’m Nip Hussle the great
Middle fingers in your face

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let’s all get right
It’s that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It’s that shit you waited for your whole fucking life

[Verse 3: J Stone]
I’m Infant Stone, I just came home
My flow is sick, disinfect the microphone
In 08 we told you we was never gon’
Change, and we still on this marathon
I’m a heavy hitter like Barry Bonds
Lightweight setback for a heavy arm
Now I’m jumping on stage with my jewelry froze
Fresh out, spending money, killed the movie role
It’s all money in like a Brinks truck
And it’s no money out like a prenup
You need to get your green up
Cause me and my team up
Light up some flihgt, lace up my Nikes
Victory lap, tonight is the night
This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life
This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life (Stone)

[Outro: Nipsey Hussle]
Like that
VL
Fuck the middle man
Proud to pay, ihussle com
Victory Lap coming soon nigga
Hussle

Luis Fonsi – Despacito (On Conan) (Live)

Ay
Fonsi
DY
Oh
Oh no, oh no
Oh yeah
Diridiri, dirididi Daddy
Go
Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy (DY)
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy (Oh)
Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (Oh yeah)
Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube)
(Sube, sube)
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos (favoritos, favoritos baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido (Diridiri, dirididi Daddy)
Si te pido un beso ven dámelo
Yo sé que estás pensándolo
Llevo tiempo intentándolo
Mami, esto es dando y dándolo
Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom
Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom
Ven prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empecemos lento, después salvaje
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando poquito a poquito
Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza
Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Y es que esa belleza es un rompecabezas
Pero pa montarlo aquí tengo la pieza
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube)
(Sube, sube)
Quiero ver bailar tu pelo
Quiero ser tu ritmo
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos (favoritos, favoritos baby)
Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido
Despacito
Vamos a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico
Hasta que las olas griten "¡ay, bendito!"
Para que mi sello se quede contigo
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Que le enseñes a mi boca
Tus lugares favoritos (favoritos, favoritos baby)
Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito
Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito
Hasta provocar tus gritos
Y que olvides tu apellido (DY)
Despacito

KYLE – Nothing 2 Lose

[Hook]
Boy I’m doing good, how bout you? (how bout you)
All the homies doing good too (doing good too)
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’ (ain’t really trippin’)
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Boy I’m doing good, how bout you? (how bout you)
All the homies doing good too (doing good too)
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’ (ain’t really trippin’)
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose

[Verse 1]
I bought a crib, I’ll paint it pink and blue
A nerdy nigga into Pikachu
But who got hands? I’m down to catch ’em all
I got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose (facts)
I don’t care what you say, you niggas corny, right
Missionary, all these niggas boring, right
I played your mixtape and fell asleep, facts
I don’t know what you on, but it ain’t repeat
No, that shit is one-done-da-da
Have you thought about going to college? Well you oughta
Karma
I cosign myself so you don’t gotta
Cause’ I only need approval from my niggas and my momma
Got ’em

[Hook]
Boy I’m doing good, how bout you? (how bout you)
All the homies doing good too (good too)
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’ (ain’t really trippin’)
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Boy I’m doing good, how bout you? (how bout you)
All the homies doing good too (doing good too)
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’ (ain’t really trippin’)
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose

[Verse 2]
Ooh, ooh I think another platinum plaque is coming soon
Who knew I would make it out these twenty dollar shoes
I just got too popping for my spot, I gotta move
Cause people plotting on me, yeah I got em too
But got nothing to prove
Remember I was doing bad, life hit me hella hard
I got up and hit that nigga back
I know they wanna see me come in last
Tell ’em see you later gotta blast
They was sleeping on me hella bad
Now I got them all up from their nap
Yeah, and this ain’t one-done-da-da
This year was a movie, and next year gon’ be the saga
Karma
If you don’t fuck with me, it’s not a problem
Cause’ I only need approval from my niggas and my momma
Got ’em

[Hook]
Boy I’m doing good, how bout you? (how bout you)
All the homies doing good too (good too)
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’ (ain’t really trippin’)
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Boy I’m doing good, how bout you? (how bout you)
All the homies doing good too (doing good too)
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’ (ain’t really trippin’)
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
If a nigga trippin’ we ain’t really trippin’
We got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose

Aye
Turn it up

Kodak Black – First Day Out

[Verse]
First day out
Gave my mama hundred racks
And bought a iced-out AP watch
And bought a Cuban links just to match it
That wasn’t voodoo, that wasn’t magic
Nigga be cappin’, I just be laughin’
That was God, nigga was fastin’
And hidin’ K2 in my mattress
Smokin’ Tunechi in my cell
That was my twelfth time going to jail
That was my second time going to hell
And back for real but I prevail
Canary yellow diamonds in my braces
Same color as my lady
‘Bout to hit her with no Jimmy Mack
And go have her a baby
‘Bout to hit her with no Jimmy
Have her walkin’ like a penguin
Still finessin’, still be poppin’ frogs [?]
And a brand new two-door Wraith
I coulda bought it but I just rent it
Got a brand new big old chain
Got so much sauce I don’t need no pendant
Paintin’ pictures when I be spendin’
I’m poppin’ [?] on all these women
It’s my birthday, just turned 20
And I just went to go see the dentist
Put some stones all in my gold
Know you niggas thought I was gone
Know you niggas thought I wasn’t comin’ home
But guess what, bitch I’m home
On probation, but I still keep that chrome
Crack a nigga dome
(On probation but I still keep that chrome
I’ll crack a nigga dome)
Traded my AR for a sniper, traded my Draco for a TEC
Traded my Rollie for a AP but I coulda got a Patek
And I coulda got a Corvette, and I coulda got me a jet
And I coulda got me some sense, but I only got me some neck
Traded my ex bitch for a check
I’m takin’ codeine with the x
I wanna buy my brother the world
But since I can’t, I’ma get him a Lex
Ay ay, I’m a Israel like my diamonds is real ice
I had to sacrifice to be here, that’s how I’m with you tonight
I had to run down with my big Glock 9 to feed my appetite
I had to go through hard times and dark times just for me to see the light
Ay, I remember pourin’ honey on my rice
Ay, I remember havin’ no money, I was livin’ in shacks
Ay, you got me fucked up if I’ma go out without a fight
Ay, this my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight

[Outro]
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight

Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan – We Won’t

[Intro: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would

[Verse 1: Jaymes Young]
Are we just gonna stay like this forever, floating?
I’m serious, my heart is furious
Cause I’m so confused when we’re together
Feels like I’m choking, these emotions
I know I’m gonna let you down
So don’t hold your breath now

[Pre-Chorus: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
Bittersweet in your mouth
Can you stomach the doubt?
I wish I could say what I’m feeling
I’m scared to let these words out

[Chorus: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
And don’t cry no more for me
Don’t waste your time convincing me
That maybe someday we’ll get it right
Cause we never could, I wish that we would

[Post-Chorus: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
But we won’t, so just don’t
We won’t, so just don’t
But we won’t, so just don’t
Don’t

[Verse 2: Phoebe Ryan]
I can’t trust you
Baby, cause I don’t want to
This isn’t fun anymore, never hurt like this before
Broken dishes on the floor
Hearts exploding
Tell me why I’m still holding
Onto the love that we’ve been breaking
Damn, I thought we’d make it
No other way to say it, don’t, don’t, don’t

[Chorus: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
And don’t cry no more for me
Don’t waste your time convincing me
That maybe someday we’ll get it right
Cause we never could, I wish that we would

[Bridge: Jaymes Young & (Phoebe Ryan)]
We burn faster than a cigarette in my mouth
(I know it hurts, but baby, we can’t stop now)
(Baby, we can’t stop now)

[Chorus: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be
Don’t call me up at 2 a.m. tonight
It feels so damn good and I wish you would
And don’t cry no more for me
Don’t waste your time convincing me
That maybe someday we’ll get it right
Cause we never could, I wish that we would

[Post-Chorus: Jaymes Young & Phoebe Ryan]
But we won’t, so just don’t
We won’t, so just don’t
But we won’t, so just don’t
(We won’t so just don’t)
Don’t
Don’t
Don’t

Jax Jones – Instruction (feat. Demi Lovato & Stefflon Don) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Demi Lovato]
All my ladies

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
What you gon’ do?
All my ladies
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction

[Verse 1: Demi Lovato]
You see me I do what I gotta do, oh yeah
On the guest list, no need to cue, oh yeah
Me and my crew, we got the juice, oh yeah
So come here, let me mentor you, well

[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Some say I’m bossy ’cause I am the boss
Buy anything, I don’t care what it cost
Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino
If you’re The Supreme then I’m Diana Ross

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
All my ladies
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction

[Verse 2: Demi Lovato]
Step one
Report to the dance floor when I say, oh yeah
Step two
Tell mom you’ll be out till late, oh yeah
Step three
Pull up your bumper, cock up your waist, oh yeah
Step four
Grab somebody, now face to face and say

[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Say that you’re bossy ’cause you are the boss
Buy anything, you don’t care what it costs
Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino
If you’re The Supreme then I’m Diana Ross

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
All my ladies
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction

[Bridge: Stefflon Don & Demi Lovato]
Yo, see me ‘av everyting what you want, put it pon me
They dunno the realest star ’cause she don’t play
They say I’m loco when me do me thing
Gyal ofe bakok bakok banem
Gyal aset bakok bakok banem
(All my ladies) bad gyal, bad gyal
Lovin’ anything, lovin’ anything, say I lovin’ anything
Bad gyal, bad gyal, mashin’ up di ting, mash up the di ting banem

[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Say that you’re bossy ’cause you are the boss
Buy anything, you don’t care what it costs
Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino
If you’re The Supreme then I’m Diana Ross

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
All my ladies
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction

[Outro: Demi Lovato]
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction

Justin Snow – White On White (Uncensored)

[Chorus]
Hold up, pour up, roll up
Never stack up, nigga we just ball up
Pull up in a foreign that’ll
Make your shorty drop her draws
All these niggas fugazi it’s crazy
I can’t fuck with y’all
Hating on me don’t make no money
Is you really mad or nah

[Verse]
Pulling up in that rover
White on white like coca
Codeine in my soda
Standing on the muthafuckin sofa
Go ahead and bend over
I just wanna see that chocha
She wanna take money
I just wanna take her morals
I’m really fucked up to be honest
I really went hard with these zannies
She feeling me hard she on molly
She telling me slide in her panties

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause I’m in a zone right now
I can put you on right now
Got the stacks on deck
Shorty what you think about that
Cause I just wanna see you dance

[Chorus]
Hold up, pour up, roll up
Never stack up, nigga we just ball up
Pull up in a foreign that’ll
Make your shorty drop her draws
All these niggas fugazi it’s crazy
I can’t fuck with y’all
Hating on me don’t make no money
Is you really mad or nah

[Verse 2]
From the beginning
Made a decision that we’ll be winning
I’m never losing
Getting the money now Ima spend it
Pull up beside ya
Plenty of women, know that we sinning
Yeah that’s a Wraith
Stars in the ceiling, yeah Ima kill em

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause I’m in a zone right now
I can put you on right now
Got the stacks on deck
Shorty what you think about that
Cause I just wanna see you dance

[Chorus]
Hold up, pour up, roll up
Never stack up, nigga we just ball up
Pull up in a foreign that’ll
Make your shorty drop her draws
All these niggas fugazi it’s crazy
I can’t fuck with y’all
Hating on me don’t make no money
Is you really mad or nah

G Herbo – Red Snow

[intro]
I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
They stealin’, robbin’, living heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow

[verse 1]
Look, red snow
I was born in the slums through the drugs and the bums
Lookin’ up to thugs with the guns
Why they want for us to settle every first of the month all the way until you tired of the crumbs
Kids getting up for school the ain’t setting no alarms they wake up to the sound of the drums
And respect don’t go too long nowadays man a nigga wanna [?] with the guns
I remember i was young running wild with my niggas we’ll run around the hood just for fun
By eighth grade yea we was trapping stacking ones, staying up for parties packing guns
22s, 380s, 32s under the jacket thought we was the Navy
Man we took on the hood made them old niggas fall right in line man they thought we was babies
Back then had to think and react like a man as a boy that’s what made me
I was ridin’ for mine we gon’ die for the cause, know No Öimit crazy
I was out in the field, committing sins on my dawgs, disobeying the law
Bitch no respect for the jakes I’ma ride if they pay me
And the fuck niggas lower than rats in the streets doing hits liking babies
You won’t catch me with no gat in the streets, niggas say they after me
Niggas say they whackin’ me
Bust and fire don’t know what got in me
G Herbo ain’t with no rapping beef, if a nigga want me clap at me
I used to have dreams with degrees growing up becoming a athlete
But instead I just ended on essex, Lil’ Roc rolled the swishers and cap had the heat
Pistol gang I keep my gat with me
No limit my I got company
Kobe squad I still got act in me, Roc block ain’t just a tat on me

[Hook]
I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
They stealin’, robbin’, living heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow

[verse 2]
Red snow, you either dead or dead broke
And all the young’ins know is blow and sell that damn coke
They daddy’s dead or on death row and moms don’t care or know
Where eight year old’s get killed at candy stores no damn remorse
Babies, mothers, grannies, aunts niggas don’t fear no more
They ain’t in the streets forreal they don’t care no more
These niggas ain’t forreal, they ain’t trained to kill
A lot of niggas really bitches they just life taker
And they take the wrong lives, they ain’t life savers
They ain’t trynna get money they ain’t bout paper
These niggas know me lowkey liberal toting Glocks with lasers
He lost his heartbeat doctors had to feed him anesthesia
I’m everywhere from Lakeshore to [?] nothing major
He told you that he run the city yea he might have played ya
Don’t know nigga run the city we all from the city
The murder cap closing your eyes will get you gunned down quickly
And all my niggas gun down quickly, catch you run down empty
Get high off lean smoke pounds of OG before I fall in holy
I’m gone off Remy smoking pasto got that blammer on me
Bronem told me you G Herbo can’t be by your lonely

[Hook]
I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
They still in robbing, living heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters hard cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters hard cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow